<?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-7646033882301533888</id><updated>2012-01-16T18:33:06.302+08:00</updated><category term='kelantan'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Motherhood'/><category term='grudge'/><category term='pink'/><category term='GLA'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Award'/><category term='HEALTH'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='biawak'/><category term='jersey'/><category term='Umar'/><category term='Arsenal'/><category term='tag'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='seat belts'/><category term='Munif'/><category term='al-amin'/><category term='doll'/><category term='ultraman dyna'/><category term='noodles'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='runny nose'/><category term='medical'/><category term='morning sickness'/><category term='gorgeous'/><category term='sudoku'/><category term='travel'/><category term='ikan pekasam'/><category term='My List'/><category term='bread'/><category term='Dessert'/><category term='Cupcakes'/><category term='flu'/><category term='band-aid'/><category term='email'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Prawn'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='earth hour malaysia'/><category term='2008'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='Laiqa'/><category term='kids'/><category term='sexy men'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='raya'/><category term='mother&apos;s day'/><category term='hajj'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='seafood'/><category term='car seat'/><category term='scones'/><category term='lost'/><category term='lala'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='goa'/><category term='Aidilfitri'/><category term='buckle up'/><category term='Eid'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='Pasta'/><category term='school'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='points to ponder'/><category term='game'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='sorrow'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='Food for Thoughts'/><category term='uninvited guest'/><category term='Parenthood'/><category term='boring'/><category term='interview'/><category term='meet uncle hussein'/><category term='ultraman tiga'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='familyphoto1'/><category term='heartbroken'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='bla...bla...'/><category term='babysit'/><category term='duit raya'/><category term='road safety'/><title type='text'>INSIDE MY MIND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-326672376350250266</id><published>2011-06-16T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:08:06.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora Elena @ Kasih Yang Suci</title><content type='html'>I'm never a Malay drama fan. Infact, I'm never a drama fan. I hate the waiting, episode after episode. I hate watching life conflicts, office politics, love triangle, betrayal, etc, etc. I only watch movies- chiclit or romantic comedy. Which will left u in cloud 9 or in fantasy world, feeling good for the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;But I do watch TV series- CSI, NCSI, House &amp;amp; Glee. Hmm.. That's about it that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reason that I talk (or rather, type) about Malay drama, is that, there are a big hoo haa everywhere about ' Nora Elena '. It's the latest Malay drama, that being aired every Monday til Thursday, 7 to 8pm, in TV3.   &lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when was the last time I watched a drama, a Malay drama to be specific. But curiosity kills the cat. So before the cat is dead, I rather kills the curiosity first :D&lt;br /&gt;And so... I... googled.&lt;br /&gt;I read the novel.. The last time I read a Malay novel is 20years ago, seriously. Then I start to watch the drama series online. All 24 episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my take on 'Nora Elena', it's the loose adaptation from the novel 'Kasih Yang Suci'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Aaron Aziz is one hot man. But I don't really like the character he potrays in this drama. Seth Tan, from a Malay, Chinese parents, who is a very good mannered man, romantic, patience, bla, bla, bla. Who.. raped a highschool girl 10yrs ago! Huh?? The way he talk, 'mcm ayam berak kapur' (I'll look for the English version of this proverb later). Forlorn, sad. Pathetic 'innocence' looking. It'll be better if he's more cheeky, and smile once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Seth Tan loves Nora so much, and he has to take care of Nora. When asked why, he said, he can't tell the reason yet. And somewhere in the mid episode, he reavealed, or rather Nora found out, because, he raped Nora. So, all his extra 'romantic'ness are justifiable. &lt;br /&gt;So, ladies, don't go around and nag your husband on why he isn't romantic enough. For one, he didn't raped you when you are a teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Yvonne. OMG!! She is one f*#king Bi#ch! But I don't blame her that much. Seth Tan is giving her hope, indirectly. He treat her as his best friend. Huh?? Didn't he knows..universal rule (at least in my universe), man &amp;amp; woman can't merely be best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- The house that Nora lives before she got married, &amp;amp; Malik's bachelor pad- come on, those places are so nice. Can you imagine, someone who works in bookstore, can afford to live in that house, moreover in Setiawangsa! (well, may be it's her parents place- I might have missed that part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Seth Tan is one bad-ass. He 'steals' people's fiancee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- that car in that colour looks awesome ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- most of the scene were filmed around my place, but why I never come accross Aaron Aziz?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- thank God my plus one rarely wear white to office, it's difficult to wash white shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- FYI, 'life' do start after 10pm. Businessmen like to have business meeting at night, in coffee house, mamak stall, and lounge. Whatever their reasons are. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I've realised the reason that made me watched 'Nora Elena'- curiosity and I'm running out of books to read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. :) These are just my two cents opinion, don't be furious if you don't share my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-326672376350250266?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/326672376350250266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=326672376350250266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/326672376350250266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/326672376350250266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/06/nora-elena-kasih-yang-suci.html' title='Nora Elena @ Kasih Yang Suci'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6444820963893398103</id><published>2011-05-04T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T20:45:20.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6pqCrkRjB0/TcE9-Et5KdI/AAAAAAAABSI/qXCBbMP9zs8/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJhd2VyY2hlc3QuanBn%253F%253D-743533"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6pqCrkRjB0/TcE9-Et5KdI/AAAAAAAABSI/qXCBbMP9zs8/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJhd2VyY2hlc3QuanBn%253F%253D-743533"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602827548053023186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;2weeks ago was my other half birthday. As usual we can&amp;#39;t celebrate it together. He was away, as he usually does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids wanted to get their daddy a birthday present. We discussed and discussed and discussed. They came out with a lot of ideas, ranging from a ball pen, handkerchief, keychains, to a new car.  &lt;br /&gt;I tried to encourage them to focus on what does daddy really need. Listen to his grumble &amp;amp; complains. And sticking to our budget (which is not much base on the &amp;#39;job&amp;#39; that I have now ;) ).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we bought him a chest of drawers. :D  &lt;br /&gt;He always complain that my stuff crowding his space in our current wardrobe. And how his things get disorganized.    &lt;br /&gt;Now, all his small stuff, can go into those drawers. It&amp;#39;s very well organized there, he can easily reach for his things every morning, while he rushes to prepare to go to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, he still complaints! He said his things are &amp;#39;lonely&amp;#39; inside that chest, and he still has a lot of space. He wants to share the space with me. Wouldn&amp;#39;t that create the initial chaos? :s  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway AB, we know that you also need a new sunglasses and a wallet. But those are way beyond our budget. The thoughts do counts though.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo above is from http://www.ikeahackers.net/&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6444820963893398103?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6444820963893398103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6444820963893398103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6444820963893398103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6444820963893398103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddys-closet.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Closet'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6pqCrkRjB0/TcE9-Et5KdI/AAAAAAAABSI/qXCBbMP9zs8/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHJhd2VyY2hlc3QuanBn%253F%253D-743533' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5660787849747384561</id><published>2011-04-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:26:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy..zzzzz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR7hcKj4KrU/TbGeQv85rUI/AAAAAAAABSA/3mbfirI8boo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FyZmllbGRfc2xlZXB5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-717431"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR7hcKj4KrU/TbGeQv85rUI/AAAAAAAABSA/3mbfirI8boo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FyZmllbGRfc2xlZXB5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-717431"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598429822385237314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wanted to write about something, but I am seriously sleepy. So I will keep this short.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m suppose to finish &amp;#39;spring&amp;#39; cleaning the house. I know, it&amp;#39;s very unlikely of me to get it done. Especially with my &amp;#39;mess-making-machine&amp;#39; aka the littlest muchkins.&lt;br&gt;I planned to make some macaroons and cakes.&lt;br&gt;And prepare the ingredients for tomorrow&amp;#39;s breakfast scones.&lt;p&gt;But, I&amp;#39;m very sleepy now. Might as well &amp;#39;postpone&amp;#39; everything until tomorrow. &lt;p&gt;Before I shift from this blogosphere to my dreamworld, just a note, that  last Wednesday, was my wedding 10th anniversary :D&lt;br&gt;XOXO&lt;p&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5660787849747384561?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5660787849747384561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5660787849747384561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5660787849747384561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5660787849747384561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleepyzzzzz.html' title='Sleepy..zzzzz...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jR7hcKj4KrU/TbGeQv85rUI/AAAAAAAABSA/3mbfirI8boo/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZ2FyZmllbGRfc2xlZXB5LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-717431' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1503586739337919634</id><published>2011-04-19T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:39:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend But Not Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGvmQ2CqfRE/Ta2Q8FdsNDI/AAAAAAAABR4/5K_WaZz8VJU/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRkIuZ2lm%253F%253D-763210"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGvmQ2CqfRE/Ta2Q8FdsNDI/AAAAAAAABR4/5K_WaZz8VJU/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRkIuZ2lm%253F%253D-763210"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597289273824654386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This blog must really hate me for abandoning it for years. Anyway I&amp;#39;m always in cyberspace, through Facebook and a few others. &lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I&amp;#39;m having some issues with my FB friends in my friendlist. Not that they &amp;#39;disturb&amp;#39; or doing any harmful thing towards me. Problem is, some of them are not doing anything. They never comment your status updates. They neither say hi nor being a friend for benefit ie. farmville neighbour :D. They never say any words of encouragement when we need them. Why are they still in my friend list? &lt;br /&gt;The worst is, when they added us as friend, but they block everything from us, photos, can't write on their walls, etc. As if we want to write there everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I should remove them right away. I don&amp;#39;t need lots of &amp;#39;friend&amp;#39;s that are not a friend. But then, here come the guilt. What will they say if I simply remove them? &lt;br /&gt;Argghh..there are surely a lot to think about when you are being nice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1503586739337919634?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1503586739337919634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1503586739337919634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1503586739337919634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1503586739337919634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/friend-but-not-friend.html' title='Friend But Not Friend'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGvmQ2CqfRE/Ta2Q8FdsNDI/AAAAAAAABR4/5K_WaZz8VJU/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FRkIuZ2lm%253F%253D-763210' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4679553776041051903</id><published>2011-04-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:32:33.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!!</title><content type='html'>Today, I already have what to blog about. All in my head. But when I walked up to my room (it&amp;#39;s where the desktop is), I made a mistake. I stopped by to watch Cougar Town. And &amp;#39;poof&amp;#39;.. I forgot what I want to talk about.&lt;br&gt;Anyway, it was a fun-to-watch sitcom. So that forgetfulness is forgiveable. :D&lt;br&gt;Have a nice day XOXO&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4679553776041051903?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4679553776041051903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4679553776041051903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4679553776041051903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4679553776041051903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/hola.html' title='Hola!!'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7905804124150035126</id><published>2011-04-16T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:24:17.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Everybody??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CpIj0MdWl0/Takz2FxtkvI/AAAAAAAABRw/J2EW5Mi6uOA/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxvZ29zcGhlcmUxMTAuZ2lm%253F%253D-787789"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CpIj0MdWl0/Takz2FxtkvI/AAAAAAAABRw/J2EW5Mi6uOA/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxvZ29zcGhlcmUxMTAuZ2lm%253F%253D-787789"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596061016341189362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay, fine. I&amp;#39;m back. But where is everybody? &lt;p&gt;Where have most of the &amp;#39;hardcore&amp;#39; blogger gone to? Seems like everyone rarely update their blogs. I guess Facebook have taken away the excitement of blogging &amp;amp; blog reading. Anyway, it is much easier to update Facebook rather than blog. Well, I am one of them too :D. I&amp;#39;ve been away for years from blogosphere, hybernating away in the FBsphere :D I rarely or may be never bloghopping all those while. If I ever read any blog, it&amp;#39;s seems like a hassle to leave comment. While in FB, I just click &amp;#39;like&amp;#39; to anything that I like. &lt;br /&gt;But still, here I am. Back at this world. The world that I&amp;#39;ve missed. The world that I can talk my heart out. The world that I can share my thoughts more openly.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn&amp;#39;t care less if anyone read it or not. :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7905804124150035126?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7905804124150035126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7905804124150035126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7905804124150035126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7905804124150035126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-everybody.html' title='Where is Everybody??'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CpIj0MdWl0/Takz2FxtkvI/AAAAAAAABRw/J2EW5Mi6uOA/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FYmxvZ29zcGhlcmUxMTAuZ2lm%253F%253D-787789' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4835588688700579620</id><published>2011-04-16T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:35:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Testing 1..2...3&lt;br&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from Maxis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4835588688700579620?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4835588688700579620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4835588688700579620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4835588688700579620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4835588688700579620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5551164713267212678</id><published>2011-04-15T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:15:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear ye.. Hear ye...</title><content type='html'>Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would missed blogging this much. &lt;br /&gt;I mean thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. (get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to blog since 4years ago (or is it more??) I blogged regularly unless there were things happened that prevented me from blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided that i should stop blogging since i have been on and off lately. That doesn't do justice to my followers and also to myself. I said to myself, I will blog again when I think I could give full commitment to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yes, that time would never come as I will surely have one thing or another to be done. Who doesn't?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I 'closed' my blog, my heart never leave the blogland. It's a kind of la la land where i can express whatever I feel, everything that come accross my mind. Life without my blog, have somehow restrict the part of me who feel like sharing. Without realising it, I have been 'talking' (silently of course) to myself of the happenings around me. And how i missed this la la land of mind. Instead of 'talking' to my own self, i could 'talk' to the world through blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdClVrGCIU/Tae68AscUFI/AAAAAAAABRo/0p90PpM7BKE/s1600/baked_blogger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdClVrGCIU/Tae68AscUFI/AAAAAAAABRo/0p90PpM7BKE/s320/baked_blogger.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595646602172452946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And subconciously, here I am, entering this reality cum fantasy land, without me ever planning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it feels good n welcoming once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I am here to stay. Just bare with me (if u wished to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5551164713267212678?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5551164713267212678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5551164713267212678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5551164713267212678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5551164713267212678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2011/04/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='Hear ye.. Hear ye...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQdClVrGCIU/Tae68AscUFI/AAAAAAAABRo/0p90PpM7BKE/s72-c/baked_blogger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8624739005842966998</id><published>2010-01-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:12:15.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) New Year 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtJrEcSvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/hZU73MHtsyk/s1600-h/DSCF2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtJrEcSvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/hZU73MHtsyk/s320/DSCF2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027932673231602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtJChQt-I/AAAAAAAABQs/hCrnSlXIBOA/s1600-h/DSCF2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtJChQt-I/AAAAAAAABQs/hCrnSlXIBOA/s320/DSCF2157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027921788254178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtIpc5y8I/AAAAAAAABQk/0tYo2jaFhWI/s1600-h/DSCF2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtIpc5y8I/AAAAAAAABQk/0tYo2jaFhWI/s320/DSCF2074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427027915059088322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden...I'm here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay..actually, I'm better than okay. I guess I'm a lot better than the last time I blogged. Well hell, I'm much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my state of mind and physical health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 'young' mom of three kids, who are trying very hard, everyday, to juggle between chores and kids.&lt;br /&gt;All the errands in the world vs the kids.&lt;br /&gt;With all the juggling thing that I have to do, I'm starting to fell like a clown. Juggling 5-6balls at a time, while making funny faces to entertain the baby who is always on the move. The kiddos ball never fell, as well as the hubby's (I hope). Chores, work, friends, have to be down lots of times. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;It's all about priority...priority...&lt;br /&gt;I've choosen my priority..and I'm living with it happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is always my priority. It's my nest. All of them who are in my nest, will be protected. They will be well feed. They will be assured to get the optimum health. Because they are in my nest. They are what matter most.&lt;br /&gt;So, people...do not come near poking fingers or even leave unwanted verbal response to my nest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...now I sound like a possesive mom. Well, FYI, I've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm here (in the blogging world) this time around, to stay. But no promises made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here comes a brand new year (eventhough half month late), with the same ol' me , writting the same ol' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Miss all of u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8624739005842966998?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8624739005842966998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8624739005842966998&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8624739005842966998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8624739005842966998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy (belated) New Year 2010'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/S1CtJrEcSvI/AAAAAAAABQ0/hZU73MHtsyk/s72-c/DSCF2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3207891467642628105</id><published>2009-05-11T04:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:19:06.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Argghhhhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgdEtMxzyoI/AAAAAAAABQY/jr70mXKziKU/s1600-h/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgdEtMxzyoI/AAAAAAAABQY/jr70mXKziKU/s200/mario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334307826958584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have a hubby like my hubby. Love you darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never forgets all the important dates in our life. He remembers them more than me myself. I always get gifts on all those 'dates'. Including for Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got my Mother's Day gift a week earlier, since he's not home on the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't guess what I get (at least I don't think you would guess it correctly).&lt;br /&gt;Last week Mr AB was talking about buying me a new handphone. Not that my current handphone is no good, but, it's a man thing (*wink*). They tend to prefer all the latest gadget. So, he went out to get me a phone. And he came home with the present- a Nintendo Wii. hahhhahah... Lucky him, he knows me well enough. A game console matter more in my life than a PDA phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, it's 4.30am. I was banging my head to the wall prior to blogging. I feel like munching on the Wii remote, and throw the damn thing to the hardest concrete wall ever. I hate it, I hate it. I hate the st*%#d, f*&amp;amp;#@ing Super Paper Mario. It is so easy, but i could not pass that level. I've been trying the same level for the whole day. ARRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH..... It was so close, and why do I have to be so clumsy. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Nope...I won't stop. I have to gain my victory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for now, have to get my sleep. Motherly duty awaits for me tomorrow. By tomorrow night...The victory will be mine....Bwahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3207891467642628105?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3207891467642628105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3207891467642628105&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3207891467642628105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3207891467642628105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/argghhhhhhh.html' title='Argghhhhhhh....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgdEtMxzyoI/AAAAAAAABQY/jr70mXKziKU/s72-c/mario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-510223874226706445</id><published>2009-05-10T09:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:02:49.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><title type='text'>Phewww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgZDzRKt1-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/lRHIIUTrDzw/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgZDzRKt1-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/lRHIIUTrDzw/s200/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334025356727670754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last...at looong last...I'm back typing entry in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I was around. I bloghopped, but not as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY6fpRwOTI/AAAAAAAABPw/DkplYUHZSFw/s1600-h/DSCF1769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY6fpRwOTI/AAAAAAAABPw/DkplYUHZSFw/s200/DSCF1769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334015123997604146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy. With the little baby started taking his few steps a month ago, life has been busier. The baby seems too happy with his two feet, and he had been using em to his advantage. venturing to new territories, discovering a whole new world. And so much for the 'mama's disdain, the result of the new adventure were, broken pots, clothes been pull out from the cabinet. plates and containers that were originally nicely kept in the kitchen cabinet, had been 'rearranged' all over the kitchen floor. And we can't leave the sliding door to the balcony open, he will sure makes his way out. Not to mention, the books from the racks, and the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened in my life for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my 8th wedding anniversary on the 21st April, then the hubby's birthday the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;There were also the ups and downs, and etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share something about my anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr AB got back from India (or is it Japan??) a week before the day. He had everything plan- a weekend in Cherating, Pahang. Then get back to KL for a romantic dinner in KL Tower.&lt;br /&gt;But what really happened were, the resort in Cherating were full, so we headed down to Port Dickson, Negeri Sembilan instead. The Water Chalet was magnificent, with see-through glass on the floor, open shower, a big tub, etc. The kids were excited looking at the water below, eventhough it's a bit murky. And they would yelled when airplanes flew by, everytime they were in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it rain heavily. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY8NYcPDlI/AAAAAAAABP4/060rtyd09-A/s1600-h/DSCF1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY8NYcPDlI/AAAAAAAABP4/060rtyd09-A/s200/DSCF1738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334017009263775314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can't even get out of the place (we need to walk quite a distance from the water chalet to the carpark). Then the car broke down in the hotel's carpark. Well, it was not broke down in a way, it's the key, it snapped inside the keyhole, and nothing could be done by the local mechanics. (that's a con point for using a digital European car). So, we got back to KL in the hotel's cab. And Mr AB, went back to PD to sort the thing out. And there goes the anniversary night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was great. I have a lovely time, plus the misadventure. Some misadventure won't hurt the day. As long as i don't have to be stranded, camping somewhere where there's no proper toilet, and piping system...pheewww... (Have i ever told u, i never like camping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the 24th April, was Mr AB's birthday. He was in India. So, it never was any celebration or anything. Bad, bad me for not planning anything when he got back. But bought him present, and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's mother's day, today. Mr AB is in Korea. But he texted me early in the morning wishing 'happy mother's day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may look like an ordinary, cheap pen to all of you. But this pen had touched my heart so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY2_pRnd-I/AAAAAAAABPo/9dat602sMl4/s1600-h/DSCF1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgY2_pRnd-I/AAAAAAAABPo/9dat602sMl4/s200/DSCF1812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334011275706333154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, as usual, I picked Umar from school. As he walked towards the car, he shouted, 'Happy Mother's Day' to me. But what makes it so special, he gave me this pen as the gift. The thing that makes it extra, extra special, was that, he had been collecting his pocket money this week to buy me gift. After he gave me the pen, I asked him everything. He planned to collect RM4 this week for my gift. He wanted to buy a more expensive pen, a wrapping paper and glue. But the morning before I sent him to school, I have asked him to leave all the money at home and just bring rm1, because, you never know, he might just lost them. So, he said, he's a bit disappointed not being able to wrap it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Umar, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mind.  Your thoughts and you being a great son, is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;You are so precious to me. I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of the mothers out there...Happy Mother's Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-510223874226706445?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/510223874226706445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=510223874226706445&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/510223874226706445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/510223874226706445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/05/phewww.html' title='Phewww...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SgZDzRKt1-I/AAAAAAAABQQ/lRHIIUTrDzw/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4211311350529200369</id><published>2009-04-03T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:13:49.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grudge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>I am a good boy. Yes, I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnF5eh5mI/AAAAAAAABNQ/LXvVRf3Tbcc/s1600-h/DSCF1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnF5eh5mI/AAAAAAAABNQ/LXvVRf3Tbcc/s320/DSCF1385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201517089810018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi there! Yup, It's me again- Munif Aydin. I'm 8 1/2 months now. More brilliant then ever....&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share with you, what i was up to last few days.&lt;br /&gt;New day, new adventure. always being that to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was on a mission the other day.&lt;br /&gt;When kakak (Laiqa) was not looking, I grabbed her Sonia. Sonia is her favourite doll. She sleeps with Sonia, feed her, even bring her for a walk (inside the house) in Sonia's stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the opportunity knocked, I grabbed Sonia and brought it to the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I attacked the hands first, because that's the smallest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGJ0PVsI/AAAAAAAABNY/9rV2TThPsOY/s1600-h/DSCF1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGJ0PVsI/AAAAAAAABNY/9rV2TThPsOY/s320/DSCF1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201521475835586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chewed her hands, one after another. I wished I have teeth, but chewing would do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGO5xHXI/AAAAAAAABNg/d1nY4hLAMZU/s1600-h/DSCF1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGO5xHXI/AAAAAAAABNg/d1nY4hLAMZU/s320/DSCF1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201522841197938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I bit the head. It's hard. Not much damage though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnTxfueLI/AAAAAAAABN4/qw_V4eOdMCg/s1600-h/DSCF1350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnTxfueLI/AAAAAAAABN4/qw_V4eOdMCg/s320/DSCF1350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201755465513138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I pulled her clothes. Tried to tear it apart, but I guess I'm not that strong (yet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGp4cX6I/AAAAAAAABNw/TbmYQ_qoB9c/s1600-h/DSCF1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnGp4cX6I/AAAAAAAABNw/TbmYQ_qoB9c/s320/DSCF1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201530083401634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why I did this?&lt;div&gt;This is the reason why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUzWNx_vaI/AAAAAAAABOI/JIwtvbH4g0M/s1600-h/DSCF1599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUzWNx_vaI/AAAAAAAABOI/JIwtvbH4g0M/s200/DSCF1599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214991557606818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She tried to dress me like a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUzWB6du8I/AAAAAAAABOQ/kTRF5U12bvQ/s1600-h/DSCF1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUzWB6du8I/AAAAAAAABOQ/kTRF5U12bvQ/s200/DSCF1598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214988371901378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So next time...think twice before you mess up with me. Mwahhahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnT-qMbTI/AAAAAAAABOA/dNqIY7Vco98/s1600-h/DSCF0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnT-qMbTI/AAAAAAAABOA/dNqIY7Vco98/s320/DSCF0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320201758999080242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like to tease Laiqa, even if there's no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4211311350529200369?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4211311350529200369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4211311350529200369&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4211311350529200369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4211311350529200369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-good-boy-yes-i-am.html' title='I am a good boy. Yes, I am.'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdUnF5eh5mI/AAAAAAAABNQ/LXvVRf3Tbcc/s72-c/DSCF1385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5600055677273668982</id><published>2009-03-30T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:07:30.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Another year but none the wiser???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdAbKCMc5CI/AAAAAAAABNI/aU7XY2a9C1o/s1600-h/birthday_cake.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdAbKCMc5CI/AAAAAAAABNI/aU7XY2a9C1o/s400/birthday_cake.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318781019126293538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is totally not correct. How come after a year and somebody could be none the wiser??&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must be wiser or more knowledgeable one way or another. Wiser about life for instance. More experience, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year gone by in my life. What have I gain last year? Many. All the bitter and sweet experience that makes life more meaningful. All the bad things that even how hard i tried to forget but couldn't (if only I have selective amnesia), but sure make me more matured. And the good things.&lt;br /&gt;What have I to anticipate for another year? Only the goods I hope. Please, please no more heart breaking, heart wrenching things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a life full of love, full of good friends, full of sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- that's the 'nice' wishes.&lt;br /&gt;the not so nice wishes- I want a kitchen aid mixer, iphone, macbook, new handbag, new shoes, a car, a house, some cash would do, bla, bla, bla.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s- Mr. AB, why oh why do u have to be in Germany? Your office always have very bad timing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5600055677273668982?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5600055677273668982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5600055677273668982&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5600055677273668982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5600055677273668982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-year-but-none-wiser.html' title='Another year but none the wiser???'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SdAbKCMc5CI/AAAAAAAABNI/aU7XY2a9C1o/s72-c/birthday_cake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2905541998049610067</id><published>2009-03-29T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:52:04.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of catwalk models and Flu bugs</title><content type='html'>I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;A song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope&lt;br /&gt;With anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...once upon a time, I had this most ridiculous dream.&lt;br /&gt;I rather called it a fantasy rather than a dream, because i never think it will ever comes true. I was right about that.&lt;br /&gt;I fantasized my self being a model.&lt;br /&gt;Yup true...being a catwalk model.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA...as funny it may sounds&lt;br /&gt;It started when I was still in primary school. This fantasy grew up with me. It..well...let's say it ended when I was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined myself in expensive, beautiful dresses, with the right accesories, beautiful stilettos, walking down the runway, full of confident.&lt;br /&gt;On sleepless night, when i had trouble falling to sleep, that was what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just too much, for someone who is not that attractive, rarely wears make up, and only wear flat sandals... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a second thought, I don't think I could live their life. Mmmmmm...n do they really change clothes in front of peoples backstage???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy of a girl...sometimes can make you gag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes, I was hit by the nasty flu bugs. The bugs didn't only hit my respiratory system, but also my eyes! nasty bugs, terrible bugs...&lt;br /&gt;I'm much better today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2905541998049610067?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2905541998049610067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2905541998049610067&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2905541998049610067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2905541998049610067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-catwalk-models-and-flu-bugs.html' title='Of catwalk models and Flu bugs'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5810534725079555762</id><published>2009-03-26T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:55:18.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you lied?</title><content type='html'>Can somebody answer me??&lt;br /&gt;Why do people lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..ok..there are thousands or may be millions reasons of why people lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone did, at some time in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could get away with your lies?&lt;br /&gt;Please think before you do that again.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, you will get caught. You won't get away if you do bad thing, u will get caught one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies hurt people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Lies make people cry.&lt;br /&gt;Lies make whatever effort you made so far seems worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Lies make people not to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Lies make people have doubt of your every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIES HURT....full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, once, have shared with me that- never lie even if the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current state- I am suffering from a nasty flu, with red eyes, and PISSED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5810534725079555762?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5810534725079555762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5810534725079555762&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5810534725079555762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5810534725079555762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-lied.html' title='Have you lied?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2783888991024560143</id><published>2009-03-22T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:50:38.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiqa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>FOUR she is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXU-kKNCsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5iS_abkRVOY/s1600-h/DSCF1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXU-kKNCsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5iS_abkRVOY/s400/DSCF1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315889106504190658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laiqa Najma is four on the 21st  March.&lt;br /&gt;I did not do anything special on the day.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because, Mr AB not home. Secondly because little Munif and me are down with flu. Laiqa herself and Umar had just recovered from the flu bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we (me and Umar) sang her happy birthday early in the morning. Mr Ab called to wish his princess a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Then she requested me to bake her 'Dora the Explorer' cupcakes. And wanted me to buy her Barbie doll and a milk bottle for Sonia (her baby doll) for her birthday present. I leave the present part to the daddy when he's back from India (what?? another trip to India?? he must be really fascinated with the place or what..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I postponed the Dora cupcakes until Mr AB's back. Anyway, amid my fever and headache, managed to bake her some plain 'red velvet' cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRSw_sK_I/AAAAAAAABLo/BimMgjNPhA4/s1600-h/DSCF1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRSw_sK_I/AAAAAAAABLo/BimMgjNPhA4/s320/DSCF1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885055500626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRS_Qp9-I/AAAAAAAABLg/G2fywAj8xzs/s1600-h/DSCF1463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRS_Qp9-I/AAAAAAAABLg/G2fywAj8xzs/s320/DSCF1463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885059329882082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRSxDGIII/AAAAAAAABLY/qLUB00FQxqw/s1600-h/DSCF1461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRSxDGIII/AAAAAAAABLY/qLUB00FQxqw/s320/DSCF1461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885055514910850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is four now. But I still think she is such a baby. So much different when Umar was four back then. Umar is more independent, friendly, talkative, etc. He is more mature.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa is shy. She still is her father's baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now she has two brother who love to tease her.&lt;br /&gt;One is Umar of course. He would tease her from the break of dawn till bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRmRWBzBI/AAAAAAAABLw/srUoEivSlpU/s1600-h/DSCF1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXRmRWBzBI/AAAAAAAABLw/srUoEivSlpU/s320/DSCF1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315885390601767954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice that he is drinking from a pink Dora tumbler that belongs to Laiqa. He always does that purposely, so that Laiqa would scream her heart out and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXUwbIomTI/AAAAAAAABMA/FgKTSpli9_0/s1600-h/DSCF1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXUwbIomTI/AAAAAAAABMA/FgKTSpli9_0/s320/DSCF1052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315888863563520306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you haven't seen this boy in action in teasing her sister. He has got his own tricks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a handful for Laiqa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2783888991024560143?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2783888991024560143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2783888991024560143&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2783888991024560143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2783888991024560143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/four-she-is.html' title='FOUR she is....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/ScXU-kKNCsI/AAAAAAAABMQ/5iS_abkRVOY/s72-c/DSCF1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5679812935978188776</id><published>2009-03-20T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:15:16.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour malaysia'/><title type='text'>Switch off the lights... will ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb9cieOBgGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/jcDZdzDrOqU/s1600-h/DSCF1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb9cieOBgGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/jcDZdzDrOqU/s400/DSCF1427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314067832617664610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb9cibsrd8I/AAAAAAAABLI/mjcL3JHOz4g/s1600-h/DSCF1424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb9cibsrd8I/AAAAAAAABLI/mjcL3JHOz4g/s400/DSCF1424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314067831940937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nature lover, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;I try to 'Go Green' as much as I could. It's hard to go green.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it seems so difficult to love the earth, and to do our part in preserving it.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, it does seem more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;For instance, if we want to change all our cleaning products, from the usual brands (FAB, Breeze, Dynamo), to a more natural products, it'll cost us more. They are surely more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of info here (yeah, yeah..some facts...just bare with me... hey, it's for your own knowledge ok!)&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour is an annual international event created by WWF, held on the last Saturday of March, that asks households and businesses to turn off their non-essential lights and electrical appliances for one hour to raise awareness towards the need to take action on climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop for a moment and 'stare', how many electrical appliances in our home are in stand by mode or are always switch on. And what a small gesture, to switch them off when not in use, and that alone can already make a difference. Thia small gesture actually helps (claims to save a few percentage of energy consumption, thus less CO2 released). May be it won't do anything to the 'green house' effect that is already worsening, but it create awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much for your idle mind???&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to put this in simpler sentence. - You out there who just think- the heck with the world! Just switch 'em off. You'll save money for your electricity. That extra cash, sure will comes needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 28th March, 8.30pm, I'll be watching the TV in the dark, with the fan on. Hehhehe..does that make me a hypocrite? Mmm... May be I could turn off the TV too.&lt;br /&gt;Candlelight dinner...anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthhour.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org.my/"&gt;Earth Hour Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthhour.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5679812935978188776?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5679812935978188776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5679812935978188776&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5679812935978188776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5679812935978188776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/switch-off-lights-will-ya.html' title='Switch off the lights... will ya'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb9cieOBgGI/AAAAAAAABLQ/jcDZdzDrOqU/s72-c/DSCF1427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8085726465111986221</id><published>2009-03-16T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:05:17.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I karate chopped a homeless guy in an elevator, because I'm sexy and I do what I want. :p</title><content type='html'>The lovely &lt;a href="http://lieyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;lieyn&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. As usual..I am being a good sport...hahhahah...so, here it is. (This tag is moving here &amp;amp; there in fb too ;p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep this going. Type out the sentence you end up with in the TITLE of your note and tag your friends.Have fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January-------I kicked&lt;br /&gt;February------I loved&lt;br /&gt;March--------I karate chopped&lt;br /&gt;April----------I licked&lt;br /&gt;May----------I jumped on&lt;br /&gt;June----------I smelled&lt;br /&gt;July-----------I did the Macarena With&lt;br /&gt;August--------I had lunch with&lt;br /&gt;September----I danced with&lt;br /&gt;October-------I sang to&lt;br /&gt;November-----I yelled at&lt;br /&gt;December-----I ran over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the day (number) you were born on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-------a birdbath&lt;br /&gt;2-------a monster&lt;br /&gt;3-------a phone&lt;br /&gt;4-------a fork&lt;br /&gt;5-------a snowman&lt;br /&gt;6-------a gangster&lt;br /&gt;7-------my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;8-------my dog&lt;br /&gt;9-------my best friends' boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;10-------my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;11-------my science teacher&lt;br /&gt;12-------a banana&lt;br /&gt;13-------a fireman&lt;br /&gt;14-------a stuffed animal&lt;br /&gt;15-------a goat&lt;br /&gt;16-------a pickle&lt;br /&gt;17-------your mom&lt;br /&gt;18-------a spoon&lt;br /&gt;19------ - a smurf&lt;br /&gt;20-------a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;21-------a ninja&lt;br /&gt;22-------Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;23-------a noodle&lt;br /&gt;24-------a squirrel&lt;br /&gt;25-------a football player&lt;br /&gt;26-------my sister&lt;br /&gt;27-------my brother&lt;br /&gt;28-------an iPod&lt;br /&gt;29-------a surfer&lt;br /&gt;30-------a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;31-------a llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last number of the year you were born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1--------- In my car&lt;br /&gt;2 --------- On your car&lt;br /&gt;3 ----------- In a hole&lt;br /&gt;4 ----------- Under your bed&lt;br /&gt;5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;6 --------- sliding down a hill&lt;br /&gt;7 --------- in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;8---------- at the dinner table&lt;br /&gt;9 -------- In line at the bank&lt;br /&gt;0 -------- in your bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White---------because I'm cool like that&lt;br /&gt;Black---------because that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Red-----------because the voices told me to.&lt;br /&gt;Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want&lt;br /&gt;Green---------because I think I need some serious help.&lt;br /&gt;Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars&lt;br /&gt;Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown---------because I can.&lt;br /&gt;Other----------because I'm a Ninja!&lt;br /&gt;None----------because I can't control myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now type out the sentence you made, write 'em in my comment box and also as the TITLE line and tag your friends in the note!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8085726465111986221?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8085726465111986221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8085726465111986221&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8085726465111986221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8085726465111986221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-karate-chopped-homeless-guy-in.html' title='I karate chopped a homeless guy in an elevator, because I&apos;m sexy and I do what I want. :p'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1676945729361603926</id><published>2009-03-16T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:22:37.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLA'/><title type='text'>Gamma  Linolenic Acid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb1_SjXbNXI/AAAAAAAABLA/yvYA-l7nKmI/s1600-h/borage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb1_SjXbNXI/AAAAAAAABLA/yvYA-l7nKmI/s400/borage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543092074919282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb1_SWOBuGI/AAAAAAAABK4/Xu3iJ6kKtCw/s1600-h/ep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb1_SWOBuGI/AAAAAAAABK4/Xu3iJ6kKtCw/s400/ep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543088545839202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes an entry that is more educated compare to just the usual entries-'blabbering of a mom of 3'. hehhehe..&lt;br /&gt;( Ms D asked me about GLA the other day. So, here goes..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamma Linolenic Aid, or GLA in short. It is an essential fatty acid, found primarily in borage seed oil, evening primrose oil or blackcurrant seed oil. Essentials fatty acids (EFA) are a group of fatty acids that is needed by the body, but could not be produce (in the body). It has to be taken from food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just give a short info about it, rather than go into all the medical jargon of GLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researches found that GLA has an anti-inflamatory properties. If taken regularly, it will combat all the illness that is caused by inflammatory response, such as, PMS, arthritis, autoimmune diseases or eczema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLA is sold here as a dietary supplement, in a capsules form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1676945729361603926?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1676945729361603926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1676945729361603926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1676945729361603926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1676945729361603926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/gamma-linolenic-acid.html' title='Gamma  Linolenic Acid'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sb1_SjXbNXI/AAAAAAAABLA/yvYA-l7nKmI/s72-c/borage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7588269411933369382</id><published>2009-03-15T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:33:03.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Lucky number SEVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sbsk8OM6miI/AAAAAAAABKQ/s4kLdZAMLso/s1600-h/DSCF1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sbsk8OM6miI/AAAAAAAABKQ/s4kLdZAMLso/s400/DSCF1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312880802436651554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get ready...another entry of me bragging about my kids. This time, it's about Umar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned seven on the 13th March 2009. ( a late entry..ya, ya, I get it...me too busy to write about his birthday on the date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbvgXU4Ko0I/AAAAAAAABKY/KGr43KnqMog/s1600-h/DSCF0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbvgXU4Ko0I/AAAAAAAABKY/KGr43KnqMog/s400/DSCF0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086876759532354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday to you Umar Farouq.&lt;br /&gt;Be less naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbvgXWxjkKI/AAAAAAAABKg/7X3gO9cVZOg/s1600-h/DSCF1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbvgXWxjkKI/AAAAAAAABKg/7X3gO9cVZOg/s400/DSCF1368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086877268676770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope your classmates and teachers enjoyed the cupcakes and cookies yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbviIYl4u8I/AAAAAAAABKw/SvChtgoVPMQ/s1600-h/DSCF1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbviIYl4u8I/AAAAAAAABKw/SvChtgoVPMQ/s200/DSCF1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088819081821122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbviIFnJpYI/AAAAAAAABKo/uf7XaQ8wTSQ/s1600-h/DSCF1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbviIFnJpYI/AAAAAAAABKo/uf7XaQ8wTSQ/s200/DSCF1400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088813986850178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.-&lt;br /&gt;Umar, please do not finish a bottle of shower gel in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not leave your dirty clothes on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep your stationaries away from your baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;Please treat Laiqa better, because she is your SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;And NO, we CANNOT trade her for a PSP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s- pheww..I manage not to brag about anything...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7588269411933369382?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7588269411933369382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7588269411933369382&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7588269411933369382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7588269411933369382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-number-seven.html' title='Lucky number SEVEN'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sbsk8OM6miI/AAAAAAAABKQ/s4kLdZAMLso/s72-c/DSCF1407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2216873013434987718</id><published>2009-03-11T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:50:43.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiqa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Think twice before you ask...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZeyB8NrI/AAAAAAAABJE/_cBm8txpSQg/s1600-h/DSCF0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZeyB8NrI/AAAAAAAABJE/_cBm8txpSQg/s400/DSCF0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953408356005554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing you should now, never to ask people about their kids, be it their kids are still kids, or already adults. The parents will start telling you everything about them...bla..bla..bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, '&lt;a href="http://thesilentsins.blogspot.com/"&gt;saya&lt;/a&gt;' has been asking about Laiqa (kakak).&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I rarely posted pictures of the kids, compare to last time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for your pleasure.... (gag reflex ready, guys... I might be exaggerating about her...hahhahah)&lt;br /&gt;ta da...presenting Miss Laiqa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSS0Yg9I/AAAAAAAABI8/hApgHMiVTeg/s1600-h/DSCF0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSS0Yg9I/AAAAAAAABI8/hApgHMiVTeg/s320/DSCF0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953193819210706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSKsB-QI/AAAAAAAABI0/Wpq7MS9wJqY/s1600-h/DSCF0512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSKsB-QI/AAAAAAAABI0/Wpq7MS9wJqY/s320/DSCF0512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953191636695298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSKmOD3I/AAAAAAAABIs/VycV-vMILOc/s1600-h/DSCF0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZSKmOD3I/AAAAAAAABIs/VycV-vMILOc/s320/DSCF0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953191612321650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZR4tDd6I/AAAAAAAABIk/cvZUXax0whk/s1600-h/DSCF1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZR4tDd6I/AAAAAAAABIk/cvZUXax0whk/s320/DSCF1107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953186809149346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZRjMCHaI/AAAAAAAABIc/08iyo4K8yuM/s1600-h/DSCF1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZRjMCHaI/AAAAAAAABIc/08iyo4K8yuM/s320/DSCF1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953181033504162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's going to be four soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys...next time think twice... or you'll be presented with a stack of my kids photos...muahahhahahha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2216873013434987718?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2216873013434987718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2216873013434987718&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2216873013434987718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2216873013434987718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-twice-before-you-ask.html' title='Think twice before you ask...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbfZeyB8NrI/AAAAAAAABJE/_cBm8txpSQg/s72-c/DSCF0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6551972713049261910</id><published>2009-03-06T14:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:25:08.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goa'/><title type='text'>Travel here, travel there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbDLFjqPlvI/AAAAAAAABH8/k4wnTC2sMEk/s1600-h/world_map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbDLFjqPlvI/AAAAAAAABH8/k4wnTC2sMEk/s320/world_map1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309967257002022642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come across an application that let you mark/pin the places you have been to on a world map?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ta_travelmap" style="width:430px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/CommunityMapImage?id=26083856&amp;type=TRIPADVISOR&amp;size=LARGE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol id="ta_favoritelist"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul id="ta_links"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create your own &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MemberProfile-cpt" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;"&gt;travel map&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;"&gt;Travel Info&lt;/a&gt; at TripAdvisor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MapEmbed?mid=26083856&amp;nop=true&amp;frm=fb"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good application, if not great. It shows you the world map, and what you have to do, just pin (mark) the places you have been to.&lt;br /&gt;The question that arise is, what is the purpose of this to be link in your blog or homepage? For your own knowledge (u could put that in your journal)? Your friends keep asking about the places that you have been to, and you get tired of answering? Or you simply link it there without knowing the purpose? You didn't realise it was there? Or is it showing off? ahhahahh&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sure you have your purpose, and I respect that. May be it has something to do with your life , or the entry you are posting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;May be I envy you who travel a lot. I do entitle to be jealous, don't I. It's either your job need you to travel or you inherited such wealth that makes travelling is second to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If I pin the map, there would be only a few dots here and there. Hhahha, so, toss the map. Don't need them.&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let just say I am travelling extensively...through the travel channel. (hmmm...how pathetic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbDO0naF-3I/AAAAAAAABIE/4B1YHmkAxdw/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbDO0naF-3I/AAAAAAAABIE/4B1YHmkAxdw/s320/DSCF0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309971363996760946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the gist of this entry is- I am jealous with Mr AB who are travelling extensively all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;So, AB, you better snap as much photos, buy me something from there, and tell me the place is not that great as it sounds. I mean, this time, it's just Goa...what could be great in Goa, other than the picturesque scenery, white sandy beaches, good weather, cheap food and nice hotels. And stop staring at the bikini babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6551972713049261910?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6551972713049261910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6551972713049261910&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6551972713049261910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6551972713049261910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/travel-here-travel-there.html' title='Travel here, travel there...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbDLFjqPlvI/AAAAAAAABH8/k4wnTC2sMEk/s72-c/world_map1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2501367529988282635</id><published>2009-03-03T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:40:55.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>What's Your Super Power?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SayYUmH-t7I/AAAAAAAABHs/avEcbKwNWGg/s1600-h/bf.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SayYUmH-t7I/AAAAAAAABHs/avEcbKwNWGg/s400/bf.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308785540361795506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make milk, What's your super power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2501367529988282635?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2501367529988282635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2501367529988282635&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2501367529988282635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2501367529988282635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-make-milk-whats-your-super-power.html' title='What&apos;s Your Super Power?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SayYUmH-t7I/AAAAAAAABHs/avEcbKwNWGg/s72-c/bf.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2919035953054248625</id><published>2009-03-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:58:16.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Interview with the Vampire (ooopps...NO)</title><content type='html'>I was being interviewed by the adorable HLiza, in JANUARY. Yup, you read it correct, January. And I only complete it now. Actually I did answer some of it, but then I've delayed posting it, until march. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sa9_H4tUAtI/AAAAAAAABH0/etaPGfhyzx4/s1600-h/doc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sa9_H4tUAtI/AAAAAAAABH0/etaPGfhyzx4/s200/doc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309602259151356626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're a medical doctor by profession. What makes you quit the job? Do you see yourself returning back to that field at some point of your life and if yes, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband forced me to quit.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhahah...just kidding. Many of you must have said, 'how terrible is her husband'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in fact, he's a saint (almost! because he did make mistakes too that make me feel like strangling him hehheh). He gave me total freedom, but he did give me his point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I didn't call it 'quit' though. Because for me once you are a doctor, you will always be. I just resigned from the goverment.&lt;br /&gt;I am always in the field. I give advices, consultations, etc. It just I did not return back to working the whole day in a hospital. My heart is always in this field. It's always my passion, my ambition from the moment I knew what the meaning of 'ambition' is. Only to be taken aback by the fact that doctors have to dedicate their whole life to work. I used to spend most of the time at work than at home. Home was only a place to sleep. Yup, really.&lt;br /&gt;I have my other reasons too, but, I'll blog about it next time, may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What 3 principles of life that you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. do unto others as you would like others do unto you&lt;br /&gt;ii. live life with no prejudice&lt;br /&gt;iii. Life is full of choices, why force yourself to do things that is against your heart desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there any period or era in your life that you wish you could change? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teenage years. I so hating it. I think I was extremely ugly then, with all the bad decision. I pick the wrong dress, wrong shoes, wrong glasses. Even the wrong words when I talk.&lt;br /&gt;I think I might have been a geek. I read books all the time, while my classmates play netball or enjoying the days socialising.&lt;br /&gt;My dad was extremely protective too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have many photos of me during those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your traits that you wish your kids will inherit and what are the ones that you really really really wish they won't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inherit:- Smart, kind hearted (I think I am)&lt;br /&gt;Wont inherit:- impatience, stubborness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name one thing that you feel you're most talented at and how does that talent shape your life so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo good in window shopping. I can spend the whole day doing it, but I can only spend 30minutes jogging and get bored.&lt;br /&gt;This talent has make me slim even after 3kids. Hahhahhahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have no idea what my talent is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2919035953054248625?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2919035953054248625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2919035953054248625&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2919035953054248625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2919035953054248625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/interview-with-vampire-oooppsno.html' title='Interview with the Vampire (ooopps...NO)'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Sa9_H4tUAtI/AAAAAAAABH0/etaPGfhyzx4/s72-c/doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7879237173844027878</id><published>2009-02-27T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:26:53.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><title type='text'>My First Born -tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadbhhMR-DI/AAAAAAAABHc/5ngEI7nTIMM/s1600-h/DSCF0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadbhhMR-DI/AAAAAAAABHc/5ngEI7nTIMM/s200/DSCF0953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307311317283108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here you go moms - a different kind of survey for a change - it's all about your first born! Just copy and paste for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how much you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;Not surprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HOW OLD WERE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?&lt;br /&gt;Its not a rocket science. We already 'suspected' that I was pregnant. So we bought a urine pregnancy test, just for confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;We were in UK at the time. I did not really tell anyone. Mr AB, is so 'busy body', he always know without me telling him. Then there's my MIL. She called, and she just guessed it I think, and started counting the due date. (She was a midwife). And later, I have to come back to Malaysia for my convocation, but I was unable due to my morning sickness which was at its worse that time. So, I called my parents to tell them I was not well. They kinda guessed it too.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I did not tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes. With all the technologies around, why we should wait. Plus everything on sale are colour coordinated according to gender, I don't want to end up buying only white clothes for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DUE DATE?&lt;br /&gt;7 March 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?&lt;br /&gt;13 March 2002&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadZEFlZAVI/AAAAAAAABHE/tSy7I0YW98I/s1600-h/DSCF1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadZEFlZAVI/AAAAAAAABHE/tSy7I0YW98I/s400/DSCF1264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308612632772946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?&lt;br /&gt;3.5kg ( and you know what, he is by far, the 'lightest' among my 3 kids!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?&lt;br /&gt;yes. terribly. Not much vomitting though. But always noxious. Can't smell lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We planned a lot of things and have lots of places to go while in UK, but all have to be put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?&lt;br /&gt;Cadbury Flake. Thank God, opposite our place there's this groceries store, so, not a problem if I had the craving in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Mr AB exhaling near my face., intentionally or unintentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?&lt;br /&gt;boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadbyMiiJBI/AAAAAAAABHk/tCh6D8oz5OQ/s1600-h/DSCF1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadbyMiiJBI/AAAAAAAABHk/tCh6D8oz5OQ/s200/DSCF1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307311603797074962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;20kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh Pantai Putri Specialist Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?&lt;br /&gt;3 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?&lt;br /&gt;The 1 who made me pregnant in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?&lt;br /&gt;Same as question 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?&lt;br /&gt;Natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?&lt;br /&gt;No medicine. Just the Entonox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?&lt;br /&gt;Umar Farouq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Going to be 7 years old in 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadZEQlW2SI/AAAAAAAABHU/SiecFmxzjFg/s1600-h/DSCF1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadZEQlW2SI/AAAAAAAABHU/SiecFmxzjFg/s400/DSCF1259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307308615585421602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7879237173844027878?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7879237173844027878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7879237173844027878&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7879237173844027878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7879237173844027878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-born-tag.html' title='My First Born -tag'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SadbhhMR-DI/AAAAAAAABHc/5ngEI7nTIMM/s72-c/DSCF0953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4511821253762429058</id><published>2009-02-25T00:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:37:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Up, Clean Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaQnWanRvdI/AAAAAAAABG8/dPLM9AKuc4k/s1600-h/carpet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaQnWanRvdI/AAAAAAAABG8/dPLM9AKuc4k/s400/carpet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306409527003954642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...tonight to be precise, while the whole house is fast asleep, I am all alone, cleaning the house. I'm in the middle of all the household chores, just stopping by, to jot a new entry in my blog. Take it as taking a short break, before I am off to the kitchen to mop the floor.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard work. What makes it harder is knowing that tomorrow, before the sun manage to shine straight ahead, the house will be in its disarray state again. How 3 small kids manage to muddle things up in just a short 5minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still cleaning the house today, shining places that never been shone before. All this because...my parents are coming tomorrow. Hehehheheh....&lt;br /&gt;And because I know, whenever they are here, the place will never ever be untidy or in mess. I don't know how my mum does it, but she manage to keep everything in place back again, eventhough the kids keep throwing everything everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, the kids will be less clinging to me, and will run around the grandparents and its their turn to be driven mad. Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough break...back to the waiting chores.&lt;br /&gt;Ta da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean up, clean up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Clean up, clean up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, do your share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4511821253762429058?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4511821253762429058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4511821253762429058&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4511821253762429058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4511821253762429058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/clean-up-clean-up.html' title='Clean Up, Clean Up'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaQnWanRvdI/AAAAAAAABG8/dPLM9AKuc4k/s72-c/carpet.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-518538305719813446</id><published>2009-02-22T02:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:53:28.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelantan'/><title type='text'>I married a Kelantanese, so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaBWzBJnrtI/AAAAAAAABG0/0SZe6xgUHtI/s1600-h/kelantan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaBWzBJnrtI/AAAAAAAABG0/0SZe6xgUHtI/s400/kelantan02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305335795524546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married a Kelantanese, it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my statement in my last entry, which has raised some questions. (including the one from &lt;a href="http://matterofgray.blogspot.com/"&gt;SSQuo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lieyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;lieyn&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my point exactly- there is NO big deal about it. It is as normal as can be. It is not like I married a foreigner or something that make it so out of ordinary (anyway, marrying a foreigner is not 'extraordinary' to us, however it is, for some of the 'makcik2' and 'pakcik2'(aunties and uncles) here, especially in my 'kampung').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my Mr AB, doesn't (or I rather said, never) think that they are ordinary or plain. Nothing is plain about the Kelantanese. They think they are so special, above average, with the 'always right and never wrong' kinda attitude. At least that is what Mr AB claimed them to be. 100% agreed by his brothers and cousins, and fellow Kelantanese friends that I have met. For the men especially, rather than the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me brief you a bit about Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;Please correct me if I am wrong, as me myself is not a Kelantanese, and I am sure some of you are.&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan is one of the state in Malaysia. It's in the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kelantan is famous with it's people- the Kelantanese. They have a certain kind of aura, wherever they go. They are very nice people indeed (hahaha..have to say this, if not Mr AB will be mad at me). They are so close in their own proximity, ie. among fellow Kelantanese. Even if they never meet each other before, they could be the bestest of friends regardless of age, work status, or anything, once they say 'hi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they can also be too 'racism' or according to Mr AB, the 'togetherness' among fellow Kelantanese. They help each other to such an extent. Do not messed up with a Kelantanese. You create trouble with one of them, the whole clan will come and smack you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kelantanese also have the tendency to marry fellow Kelantanese. It is like that, long long time ago, but I guess some of them have 'evolve'. Many does not, but I'm sure the original aunty from there, would prefer a Kelantanese daughter-in-law. This what makes me different in Mr AB's family. When we got married, I was the only non-Kelantanese in his extended family. It's a bit weird though. But thank God, my MIL, was so sporting. She didn't mind about it at all. However, I sometimes did have trouble understanding what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian are fully aware of this, as the Kelantanese manage to create some kind of stigma about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did google about it, and this is what came out in Wikipedia. I think those paragraph really describe them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelantan Malays consider themselves an unusual breed. Kelantan Malays also note differences between themselves and the Malays of other states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelantanese Malay dialect is distinguished from standard Malay as well as other Malay dialects by its unique grammar, pronunciation and figures of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that answers all the questions that arised. Anymore questions? You are free to ask. May be I get the Kelantanese guy himself to answer them for you. Or if you are one of them (HAHA 'one of them'- sounds like you guys are some alien freak from another world) you might want to express your opinion as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s- sorry if you did not agree with any of the content of this entry, or any of it offended you. I do not want to raise any issue here. Just my humble two cents opinion.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-518538305719813446?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/518538305719813446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=518538305719813446&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/518538305719813446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/518538305719813446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-married-kelantanese-its-not-big-deal.html' title='I married a Kelantanese, so...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SaBWzBJnrtI/AAAAAAAABG0/0SZe6xgUHtI/s72-c/kelantan02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5273088123434863350</id><published>2009-02-19T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:18:39.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>25 random things</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...what should I write about today??&lt;br /&gt;I could just write about anything, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I should just complete my 'homework'. My niece, Nadiyah has tagged me in facebook. But I think I rather answer the tag here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's give it a go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am the youngest of 4 siblings. The only girl, and my 3rd brother is 12 years older than me. However, I am NOT spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I did not miss my teenage years, because I was so ugly then, (as if I am pretty now, it's just I was uglier), with lots of pimples, not popular, and I always make a wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love reading so much. The maximum time I could go without a book is a week, then I would go nuts. I start to feel that my brain is becoming inactive and decaying. Reading is like the sun to the plants. If I am out of book to read, I could spend time reading the labels at a shower gel bottle, or the shampoo bottle, or anything that have words on 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love browsing catalogues. Be it, a catalogue from Argos, or Ikea, or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to have a secret dream (well, not a secret anymore), to own a bookstore. A cozy place, with a homely atmosphere, that everyone can wind-up, reading, with a cup of coffee. But, hey, don't think that is possible anymore. There are always 'Borders' or 'MPH' if you wanna get cozy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to have pet cats. But have given up the idea of a pet since I have kids. I need my spare time to read, not cleaning some pets poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would never ever betray a friendship. And that's a fact, no question ask. And I expect the same from you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like baking. If I was given 30 minutes, I would bake a cake rather than folding the clothes!!! I baked my first cake, a chocolate cake, when i was 9years old, alone! with frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am so proud becoming a mother, prouder than the moment I receive my medical degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I married a Kelantanese, so what's the big deal about it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I studied in 7 schools from 7 years old to 17 years old. I hate the guts of one of it. Even looking at the picture of the school makes me noxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am Malaysian. and hoping for a better Malaysia always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am too lazy to drive, Mr AB is lazy to drive too. But one of us still have to do that, and why it's always me?? Next month, Umar is going to school by bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I kiss my kids three zillion times a day. The number of kisses they get decrease with the increase of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am always in the verge of becoming a slummy mummy, only to be rescued and becoming a yummy mummy. hehheheh *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am really thankful for the invention of washing machine, without it, my life would be worst. If the inventor is still alive, and within reach, I would have baked him some muffins. And also some for the inventor of vacuum cleaner...and steam iron...and food processor...and PDA phone and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I love my laptop. It's an apple. Eventhough it's a rotten apple, I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I like watching CSI very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can't make myself to watch the movie 'P.S. I Love You', even after a few attempts. I'll cry buckets only 10minutes after the movie starts. Same goes with the novel. I even skipped pages, but I always end up crying at every page that I read. OMG...so pathetic...me, not the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you want to bribe me, get me a good novel and a cafe latte. My weakness which Mr AB is fully aware of, and taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I could send my kid to school or go to mamak stall or do my groceries without taking my shower. Nobody gonna kiss u there... :p (oo'oo, slummy mummy..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I only eat meat...good meat. I hate and would never ever eat any organs from any living species, be it a chicken, a cow, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am always in jeans/pants and t-shirt/blouse, rather than in baju kurung or skirts. It makes me difficult to walk. Even during my college years, my friends rarely sees me in baju kurung. If I wore one, they would ask..anybody died today?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I think many people who reads blogs, will skip reading a tag. Hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5273088123434863350?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5273088123434863350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5273088123434863350&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5273088123434863350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5273088123434863350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things.html' title='25 random things'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2317779712762325820</id><published>2009-02-15T03:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:11:42.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH'/><title type='text'>Hating It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZchwacOunI/AAAAAAAABGU/cjQVEIDgntk/s1600-h/DSCF1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZchwacOunI/AAAAAAAABGU/cjQVEIDgntk/s320/DSCF1189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302744201867213426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this magazine yesterday, for no apparent reason. Well, may be because deeeep inside...... I mean very deep inside, I wanted to be health concious. That's my resolution year after year after year. But, i don't think there's any changes in my lifestyle yet. Still have 'the moments' where I need to have some ice-cream in the middle of the night. Or the intense craving for Cadbury flake chocolates. Or the regular need of a dose of hot creamy mocha. OMG, all that calory laden food and drinks are sure my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret buying that magazine. I hate it, simple said.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZch5zHNjxI/AAAAAAAABGc/kGn2SM-44fw/s1600-h/DSCF1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZch5zHNjxI/AAAAAAAABGc/kGn2SM-44fw/s400/DSCF1196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302744363108765458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I start to feel guilty. Actually I kinda knew about this since loooong time ago. But rereading it in a very nice print, in a new magazine, makes the fact scarier to be digested.&lt;br /&gt;But rest-assured, this fact will be forgotten in just a few days...hahhaha.. I have the capabilities to stuff this kind of facts in the deepest part of my grey matter, so that, the next time I have the craving, it'll take a longer time for me to be reminded about the fact that WE NEED TO WALK FOR 70 FREAKING MINUTES just to burn off the calories from 1/2 cup of ice cream (and that's for 1/2 cup!). That will buy me time, the next time I feel like having my midnight dose of ice cream, at least I have eaten one or two spoonful before I remember about this. Hehehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. reminder..do ward off those midnight craving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2317779712762325820?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2317779712762325820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2317779712762325820&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2317779712762325820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2317779712762325820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/hating-it.html' title='Hating It'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZchwacOunI/AAAAAAAABGU/cjQVEIDgntk/s72-c/DSCF1189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2279063142826748350</id><published>2009-02-12T01:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:39:00.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag and Tagging....</title><content type='html'>Rules: Post the list on your profile replacing my answers with yours. Tag 25 people to do the same. Don't forget to Tag me back.If I tagged YOU, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? &lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was this president of Egypt, Anwar El Sadat. At that time, my parents only have 2children and both are boys. He said to my mum, if they ever get a girl, she will be named after that president's daughter. A few years after that, they get another boy. Many, many years later, I came to this world. And well, my father is a man of his word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? &lt;br /&gt;Aiyoo...cannot reveal about this. What I can say- my tears are cheap lately. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? &lt;br /&gt; Yup. My handwriting is HORRIBLE. Blame it to my profession...didn't all of you always say that. If the handwriting can't be read, it's like a doctors' handwriting. Well, mine is. When I was still in school, whenever someone mention how horrible my writing is, I always answer- 'Well, my handwriting grads from medical school ahead of me'.&lt;br /&gt;But, I still love it. My Mr AB always have problem reading it even after all this years. Thank god I no more have to write love letters to him like we used to. Thanks to the hi-tech world. Thanks to emails, thanks to text messaging- I hear no more complains from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? &lt;br /&gt; chicken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? &lt;br /&gt;Yes. Honoured and proud to say I have 3 kids. &lt;br /&gt;Umar Farouq 7 years old&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa Najma 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;Munif Aydin 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZMpblajjOI/AAAAAAAABGM/ZuO95aH_O9c/s1600-h/DSCF0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZMpblajjOI/AAAAAAAABGM/ZuO95aH_O9c/s320/DSCF0774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301626740221906146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? &lt;br /&gt;Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I'm witty, I admit that. Sarcasm...hmm.. a bit harsh I think. Sarcasm for my hubby only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? &lt;br /&gt;Yup, still have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? &lt;br /&gt;YES! That would be great, something to brag about later. Hahahaha... But if the opportunity really comes...hmm...I would think twice, but it does sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Koko Krunch. Chocolate in everything, including cereals. This is so sinful. It's a cereal, but don't have that much fiber, and too sweet. And why on earth it's still is my favourite cereal??? Should change to something that have lots more fiber in 'em. (health concious pls.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? &lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldn't if I got one. That's why I bought shoes without laces.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I have a pair...come to think of it..nope, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? &lt;br /&gt;overall appearance- sexy, overdone, simple, trashy, elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. RED OR PINK? &lt;br /&gt;I think I like red, but the other day, when I have this conversation with my niece, she noticed that my daughter loves pink, and she said, "Laiqa is like you. Your room in Perak(my parents place) is pink, with pink bed, bedsheet, cupboard, curtain, walls, etc".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've outgrown pink from my system. Red is my new pink (not that new, I've change to red since I hit my teenage years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZMoNEgo5tI/AAAAAAAABGE/mbg4jP0U_GY/s1600-h/DSCF0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZMoNEgo5tI/AAAAAAAABGE/mbg4jP0U_GY/s400/DSCF0968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301625391359256274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? &lt;br /&gt;Procrastination and impatient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? &lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I miss my AB the most. &lt;br /&gt;If the questions is 'what', then it shud be-I miss being alone with Mr AB. It's must have been years. I think the last time we go out alone was 2years ago. &lt;br /&gt;I miss sightseeing with him, watch movies, the romantic dinners. And now, wherever we go, there are always this 3 little people tagging along. It's great though, but sometimes, I do miss the 'dating' years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO COMPLETE THIS LIST?? &lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt; Pink (and I said I like red...hahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;Not wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt; Nothing. It's midnight. The kids have gone to bed. This is one of the many precious moment of my day. Alone with my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt; Maroon. Luv it, luv it, luv it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FAVORITE SMELLS? &lt;br /&gt;The smell of cookies that is baking in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? &lt;br /&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO POSTED THIS NOTE? &lt;br /&gt;Yup, her writing never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? &lt;br /&gt;mmm..sports??..mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. HAIR COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. EYE COLOR? &lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? &lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE FOOD? &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? &lt;br /&gt;Happy endings. I like watching scary movies. But a movie with a happy ending can make me feel good, and satisfied, and happy, elated, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;br /&gt;Sex and The City. It took me 3 days to finish that. &lt;br /&gt;Laiqa and Munif sleep at around 12 (eventhough I keep sending them to bed at 10!). So, by the time they are asleep, I'll be too tired and sleep too. If I'm not that tired, I'll blog. But I really wanted to watch 'Sex and The city' and I don't think it's a movie that is appropriate to be watch with the kids. So, since the last 3 days, everytime they went to bed, I watched the movie. About halfway, the baby always woke up to feed. Then continue watching again the next day, and the next. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, finished watching it just now. I still  have a few movies to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could watch it again without interuption. Keep wishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;br /&gt;Pink (NO...this can't be true...wait, I'm going to change into another one) &lt;br /&gt;Now, I''m wearing blue. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm...spring??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HUGS OR KISSES? &lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE DESSERT? &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate ice cream (nope, won't get tired of this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? &lt;br /&gt;'Secret Diary Of A Demented Housewife' by Niahm Greene.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished reading 'Where Rainbows End' by Cecelia Ahern.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have ample time do things for myself. But I read while I feed the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? &lt;br /&gt;Don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? &lt;br /&gt;Didn't watch tv last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE SOUND(S)? &lt;br /&gt;Silence. I used to hate silence. But now, I rarely get that, and I grew fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;And Munif's babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? &lt;br /&gt;Newcastle, England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? &lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? &lt;br /&gt;Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;All of you who read this and have time to finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER? &lt;br /&gt;Chatroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....what a long one, and I have been delaying it for such a long time. But very interesting. Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.semihappyhomemaker.com/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt; for this tag. Really have fun answering it. &lt;br /&gt;You too are most welcome to answer this:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I am very busy lately. But I did read all of your blog, while the baby on my lap. So, it's kinda difficult to leave comment. But I do enjoy reading them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2279063142826748350?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2279063142826748350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2279063142826748350&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2279063142826748350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2279063142826748350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-post-list-on-your-profile.html' title='Tag and Tagging....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SZMpblajjOI/AAAAAAAABGM/ZuO95aH_O9c/s72-c/DSCF0774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-9159101015284007534</id><published>2009-02-05T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:04:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your day?</title><content type='html'>I am losing my touch. &lt;br /&gt;I am losing my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huarghhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's dishes are still in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;Clothes from 2 days ago haven't been folded.&lt;br /&gt;There's another batch of clothes in the washing machine, need to be hang.&lt;br /&gt;Dust are collecting everywhere, need to vacuum the place. &lt;br /&gt;Need to take the garbage out.&lt;br /&gt;Shirts to be iron. &lt;br /&gt;Kitchen to be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;Floors to be mop because the baby will crawl everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Need to scrub the bathroom floor.&lt;br /&gt;Have to change the bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;The dressing table is in a big mess.&lt;br /&gt;The study room have books and toys all over the floor, can hardly find a space to step.&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a trip to the hypermarket for some groceries shopping.&lt;br /&gt;The eldest is having problem  with his homework. The girl is asking questions non-stop, and making a BIG mess with all her books and stationeries.&lt;br /&gt;The baby will cry if left alone in his playpen, even for 30 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;The kids will bang on the bathroom door everytime I am trying to have a bath. The eldest and the girl will quarrel from the start of the day til bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Mr AB misses home-cooked meal, pity him, I can hardly find the time to cook.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep-deprived for years.&lt;br /&gt;Time alone...what's that??&lt;br /&gt;I am so missing the blogging world.....&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am drinking COKE at 3am...and NO, it's not NORMAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-9159101015284007534?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9159101015284007534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=9159101015284007534&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/9159101015284007534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/9159101015284007534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-was-your-day.html' title='How was your day?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7182017007681302783</id><published>2009-01-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:52:16.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet uncle hussein'/><title type='text'>Read My Tee...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone...&lt;br /&gt;I am Munif Aydin. I am 6 months and 10days old.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3cFIsTYuI/AAAAAAAABF0/EJKABZqlgcI/s1600-h/DSCF1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3cFIsTYuI/AAAAAAAABF0/EJKABZqlgcI/s200/DSCF1068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295630717648331490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is always a brand new day for me, with a brand new things to do, and a brand new stuff to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;It's just get more exciting each day, with all my newly acquired skills that sometimes ran mama up the wall. It's funny though, I always wonder why mama always looks so worried sometimes when I achieved a new skill, shouldn't she be happy for me. Like the time I try to use her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3K9ckLkFI/AAAAAAAABFE/FR6D5zon-dQ/s1600-h/DSCF1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3K9ckLkFI/AAAAAAAABFE/FR6D5zon-dQ/s200/DSCF1070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295611893846347858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always use her cellphone, and it looks like she's enjoying it, I should give it a try. It's a bit difficult to sit straight and use it, so I just chew it. It doesn't taste that good, hmm..  wonder why mama loves being on the phone. After that day, she always place her phone out of my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3LPVci8JI/AAAAAAAABFM/AEU1aj4uwj8/s1600-h/DSCF1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3LPVci8JI/AAAAAAAABFM/AEU1aj4uwj8/s200/DSCF1071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295612201172922514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama loves to read too. She always read while tucking me to bed. I did try to have a go at what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3MIa5vguI/AAAAAAAABFk/Q_jXfUaadHA/s1600-h/DSCF0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3MIa5vguI/AAAAAAAABFk/Q_jXfUaadHA/s200/DSCF0942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295613181890101986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as far as I get, only to page 6, then mama saw me, and she screamed and put her magazine away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3L6oCcvNI/AAAAAAAABFc/ouncbhtepTc/s1600-h/DSCF0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3L6oCcvNI/AAAAAAAABFc/ouncbhtepTc/s200/DSCF0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295612944898112722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that good as well. Taste so bland, it did get stuck in my throat too. I coughed it out, but I think some did manage to get digested. No worries, I am okay. Mama did worry anyway, until papa reassured here that I'll be okay, which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak (Laiqa) is so hardworking. She is either reading or writing all the time. I did try my hands in writing. but kakak would be mad at me, and tell mama about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Ail1iRZI/AAAAAAAABEU/ivcTbNHbGjc/s1600-h/DSCF0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Ail1iRZI/AAAAAAAABEU/ivcTbNHbGjc/s200/DSCF0939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295600437362312594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is being jealous, afraid that I'll be smarter than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that I did today is......FACE PAINTING!&lt;br /&gt;I have planned in trying this new art since 2 weeks ago, but it's so difficult to get the paint when I am under mama's supervision. Today, papa babysits me, which make it so easy peasy for me to grab kakak's color pencil and start doing some graphic designs on my face. Initially, I wanted to do a clown face (like the indie group- meet uncle hussein, when they performed during the AJL (I watched it with mama the other day)), but I only found a blue color pencil, so, that would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Dz3n8ueI/AAAAAAAABEc/zehMmYeHoBc/s1600-h/DSCF1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Dz3n8ueI/AAAAAAAABEc/zehMmYeHoBc/s200/DSCF1115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295604032729823714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, when mama just caught me red handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3HMxI25dI/AAAAAAAABEs/dSI8DMpcRjU/s1600-h/DSCF1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3HMxI25dI/AAAAAAAABEs/dSI8DMpcRjU/s200/DSCF1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295607759020418514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me watching mama telling papa how important it is to watch every step that I make, and not to take an eye off me even for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you want to have a closer look??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3NrBkq-_I/AAAAAAAABFs/NYEZ7fDn8hQ/s1600-h/DSCF1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3NrBkq-_I/AAAAAAAABFs/NYEZ7fDn8hQ/s400/DSCF1121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295614875897887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I'm sure to share with you a lot more things that I will learn. &lt;br /&gt;So people....beware.....&lt;br /&gt;READ MY TEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Iny7D9II/AAAAAAAABE8/UGx81rcbYEs/s1600-h/DSCF1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3Iny7D9II/AAAAAAAABE8/UGx81rcbYEs/s200/DSCF1018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609322867520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I ONLY LOOK SWEET AND INNOCENT&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/7646033882301533888-7182017007681302783?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7182017007681302783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7182017007681302783&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7182017007681302783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7182017007681302783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-of-6-month-old-baby.html' title='Read My Tee...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SX3cFIsTYuI/AAAAAAAABF0/EJKABZqlgcI/s72-c/DSCF1068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2207469735171911348</id><published>2009-01-24T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:31:17.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Cute Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been tagged, yet again..yeay...hehehheh..i do like tags (except if it contains complicated questions).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few rules for this tag. I think this is more like an award, but in advance of receiving it, we have to abide a few rules. (By the way, isn't the famous saying is 'rules are made to be broken'..so..ngehheheh..I might break a few of those rules though..(hmm..do i still get the award??)&lt;br /&gt;p/s- i never write in Malay, so I'll translate it to english..to my broken english to be precise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Copy badge '2008 Cute's Blogger Award' and paste it in your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa..I so passed due...now its year 2009 already...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXqq3zkztGI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qb1bfl0oSTc/s1600-h/cutes_blogger_awardyani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXqq3zkztGI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qb1bfl0oSTc/s400/cutes_blogger_awardyani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294732187641558114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Tell us who had given you the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has to be the lovely &lt;a href="http://eiydaziz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eiyda&lt;/a&gt;, sorry took me sooo long to answer this. Pssst..eiyda, you looks so young, much younger than your age (as if i know how old u r). Anyway, what's your secret?? hehheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Tell us 10 facts about you. (hobbies also count, i guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) likes to cook. loves baking more. if depress, or sad, or even happy, I'll bake. (my next birthday wish..kitchen Aid mixer...hehheheh...but..but...AB, didn't u promised me that for giving birth to Munif? Or did my reality and fantasy memories get all jumble up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) loves reading. My hubby is like that too, and also the kids. If we have the last penny, it'll be spent on books. But, even if we have any money, the first thing we will buy is books too.&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid, I have lots of books. I still remembers, friends will come and borrow books from me, like a library..hahhaha...)&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...After i get to know my Mr. AB, it was a book too that binds our friendship and later sprouts to love. Mr AB, do you still remember that book??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) I don't like to be photographed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) always believe that life is full of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) I don't drink soymilk at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi) I hate milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vii) Love to be loved. (is this count??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viii) I can spend a whole day window shopping. (that's because i have no money to shop..:):) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ix) Hate routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) I don't like sports or anything to do with it, but I am planning to enrol myself into a dance class. (hmmm..will i look bad doing belly-dance..hahhahahhah), if I have the time to spare, which at this moment, I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Have to tag (give award to) another 10 bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is difficult since some of my blogger friends hate tags (not like me..huahahhah).&lt;br /&gt;But i do want all of you to receive the awards. So, it's your call dear friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Don't forget to drop the news to your friends that you have tagged her/him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2207469735171911348?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2207469735171911348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2207469735171911348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2207469735171911348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2207469735171911348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-blogger-award.html' title='Cute Blogger Award'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXqq3zkztGI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qb1bfl0oSTc/s72-c/cutes_blogger_awardyani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5641452560738523438</id><published>2009-01-20T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:55:05.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's your driving?</title><content type='html'>Mr AB sent me an SMS this morning, while he was in the office. The SMS goes like this "How's your driving?" (actually, it's a lot longer, drive carefully, bla, bla, bla, and all the luv u, miss u thingy...hahhahhahhah).&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What? My driving? Well, let me answer it honestly... I am a reckless driver. I zig-zagging through the traffic. I manage to get Umar to school in less than 10minutes. Laiqa and Munif are well-buckled in their seats. They won't tumble around. I am not the 'aunty' who drive at the far left of the road at 20km/h. Oooo..how I wished I could get my hands behind the wheels of that mini cooper. (dream on babe, dream on)&lt;br /&gt;But, I am so lazy to drive. So, AB, if you are free, can you take over sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;And if i get any lazier, we just get him to go by bus. hehhehe... too much of a soccer mum, huh.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am always pissed off with the 'public' opinion about lady-driver. I think men drive far worst. And they could escape without any juridical.&lt;br /&gt;They could park anyway, anywhere, anyhow, and people just didn't complain. Unless, their car is obstructing the traffic. But if a lady park her car a bit diverted from it's parking lot, they will say...'hmm..lady driver'..&lt;br /&gt;If men drive very slow, everyone, just go pass thru, or may be one or two would give some minor remarks. But if it's a lady, they will say...'lady driver..that's why it's like that'.&lt;br /&gt;If men drive, then make a sudden turn without giving the signal first, it's ok..may be some will swear (if he driving behind that car), but if it's a lady, they will say...'lady driver...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so prejudice...especially men, when it's concerning that the opposite sex are capable of doing things better than them. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXUq9qJJasI/AAAAAAAABC8/kJOd_7Wr8Ng/s1600-h/stay_at_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXUq9qJJasI/AAAAAAAABC8/kJOd_7Wr8Ng/s320/stay_at_home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293184175816927938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5641452560738523438?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5641452560738523438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5641452560738523438&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5641452560738523438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5641452560738523438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/hows-your-driving.html' title='How&apos;s your driving?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXUq9qJJasI/AAAAAAAABC8/kJOd_7Wr8Ng/s72-c/stay_at_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3651989159039320393</id><published>2009-01-16T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:59:24.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darndest Things..... about marriage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXBMYBzt6rI/AAAAAAAABC0/NY78gjr1xy0/s1600-h/wedding+002_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXBMYBzt6rI/AAAAAAAABC0/NY78gjr1xy0/s320/wedding+002_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291813537846258354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was surfing the net and came accross this &lt;a href="http://www.divinecaroline.com/"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;They asked a few kids about marriage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And this are a few of their answers that I found funny, but very true...(sometimes..) LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you make your marriage work?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ricky, age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-this is so damn funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do on a first date that was turning sour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Craig, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-if only I could do that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is it okay to kiss someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they’re rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Pam, age 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-yup, you get that right. hahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the right age to get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-come on kids...you know too much..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s- Reiy, pinjam tajuk...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3651989159039320393?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3651989159039320393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3651989159039320393&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3651989159039320393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3651989159039320393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-say-darndest-things-about-marriage.html' title='Kids Say The Darndest Things..... about marriage..'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SXBMYBzt6rI/AAAAAAAABC0/NY78gjr1xy0/s72-c/wedding+002_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3667276447654437357</id><published>2009-01-06T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:08:53.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al-amin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>It's not him, It's me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWHE69Fut4I/AAAAAAAABCA/Osgk0SJI3jM/s1600-h/firstdayatschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWHE69Fut4I/AAAAAAAABCA/Osgk0SJI3jM/s400/firstdayatschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287723954619725698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 January 2009&lt;br /&gt;Umar's first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;He's very excited, woke up very early in the morning. But his class only starts at 11.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not about him, it's me. If you are looking for the one who are anxious about this first day of school, it would be me. Yup, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar was so excited and worry-free. He even refused my request to stay until class is over.&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous and worried about him. He is a good boy..indeed he is. He is mature, yup, true. And he is sooo like the father. So calm, and never think of the risks. Anyway, what risk does he has to face on his first day at school? That's what Mr AB said, when i tell him about it.&lt;br /&gt;Hello...yeah...he is not facing the BIG risks...but he is just going to be 7 years old, he has never been away from me. He attended preschool only for a few months. And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            :  What if he couldn't find his class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr AB&lt;/span&gt;:  Come on mama, he's a smart boy. How on earth, couldn't he find his own class??              Anyway Umar, if you want to wander around other people classes, it's okay, I did that on my first day, just because of curiosity. (I replied that with a good stare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me  &lt;/span&gt;          : What if he doesn't know what to buy during recess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr AB&lt;/span&gt;: Then let he be hungry. He's smart, he could figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            : What if he couldn't find his shoes after 'solat'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr AB&lt;/span&gt;: He'll get a good smack from me for not looking after his own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            :Papa, when u send him to school today, make sure you send him to his class. wait until he enters his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr AB&lt;/span&gt;: Mama, you send him. If I go, I just stop at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;            :Umar, you study well okay. Make sure you get number 1 in your exam. If you get that, then only I'll let papa buy you PSP. If you can't achieve that, if your dad still buy the PSP, it will be mine until you get better result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umar&lt;/span&gt;  :Mama, if it's yours, can you ask papa to download spiderman's, spongebob's, racing games for you, in your PSP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;           : If it's mine I will download girlie game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr AB&lt;/span&gt;: Umar, this PSP thing, between the two of us okay. We discuss about it later. And no, numbers is not important. You just go, learn and have fun. Anyway mama, have you seen his text book, he knows everything until the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;          : Yea, I know, I taught him all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I sent him to school today, I walked him until the foyer. Then he queue to the canteen. When he queued, I felt pathetic, mmm..no...I felt sad, mmm...touched...well, I'll go with sad. Yup, sad. He is always an active boy, playful, cheerful, and I can't help it, seeing him obediently queueing in a single file, walking slowly towards the canteen. OMG, now I think I should HOMESCHOOL him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWTgVh6MI/AAAAAAAABCI/ibPTZMxP8m0/s1600-h/DSCF0913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWTgVh6MI/AAAAAAAABCI/ibPTZMxP8m0/s200/DSCF0913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287883805584124098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting ready to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWiY7M3_I/AAAAAAAABCQ/QHV_ZuoowEQ/s1600-h/DSCF0914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWiY7M3_I/AAAAAAAABCQ/QHV_ZuoowEQ/s320/DSCF0914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287884061292683250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All set to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWumFId7I/AAAAAAAABCY/umRcyr4HJ18/s1600-h/DSCF0915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWJWumFId7I/AAAAAAAABCY/umRcyr4HJ18/s400/DSCF0915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287884270982428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's so excited. I was the only parents taking pictures that morning. Well, may be they were others, but not that I am aware of.&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/7646033882301533888-3667276447654437357?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3667276447654437357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3667276447654437357&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3667276447654437357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3667276447654437357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-him-its-me.html' title='It&apos;s not him, It&apos;s me...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWHE69Fut4I/AAAAAAAABCA/Osgk0SJI3jM/s72-c/firstdayatschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2088709888672009738</id><published>2009-01-04T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:19:30.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munif'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWB-2dACUFI/AAAAAAAABB4/fSNeN6tZqVI/s1600-h/DSCF0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWB-2dACUFI/AAAAAAAABB4/fSNeN6tZqVI/s320/DSCF0855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287365436495777874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Huh? What? You want a piece of me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2088709888672009738?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2088709888672009738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2088709888672009738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2088709888672009738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2088709888672009738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/huh-what-you-want-piece-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SWB-2dACUFI/AAAAAAAABB4/fSNeN6tZqVI/s72-c/DSCF0855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-359985183986601548</id><published>2009-01-03T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:37:47.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gorgeous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='points to ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><title type='text'>Sexy Men</title><content type='html'>What's your definition of sexy men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV691U6V6KI/AAAAAAAABBg/bE6k3wN3REU/s1600-h/turnson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV691U6V6KI/AAAAAAAABBg/bE6k3wN3REU/s320/turnson.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286871736423671970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV698p_N7xI/AAAAAAAABBo/yoDTiqcOoVI/s1600-h/men.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV698p_N7xI/AAAAAAAABBo/yoDTiqcOoVI/s320/men.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286871862340349714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, to those married men, u don't have to be a hunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV7AOrfXgYI/AAAAAAAABBw/H4C6M676nvk/s1600-h/my+men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV7AOrfXgYI/AAAAAAAABBw/H4C6M676nvk/s200/my+men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286874371004531074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;My three gorgeous &amp;amp; sexy men, and the sexiest is the one in black :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-359985183986601548?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/359985183986601548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=359985183986601548&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/359985183986601548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/359985183986601548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/sexy-men.html' title='Sexy Men'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SV691U6V6KI/AAAAAAAABBg/bE6k3wN3REU/s72-c/turnson.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4807315300845684346</id><published>2009-01-02T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:32:38.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>2008...the sorrow...the lost...</title><content type='html'>2008- nothing sweet, nothing that i want to remember about.&lt;br /&gt;the worst year in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been tested, I almost failed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did rise, and hopefully I am getting stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the arrival of Munif Aydin.&lt;br /&gt;He brighten all the misery, cheer up all the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2008 ended with a lost.&lt;br /&gt;I lost a nephew on the 26dec. A nephew that I have known for 17 years, but i have never taken the opportunity to be closed with. He was a genius in his own way.&lt;br /&gt;To my brother, yup, he went too soon. But there are always 'hikmah' in whatever that happened. We may not be that close lately, we may not talk in a friendly manner, we rarely meet each other. But I feel for your lost. I hope I can say all those comforting words for you the other day, but me too are lost of words.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4807315300845684346?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4807315300845684346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4807315300845684346&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4807315300845684346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4807315300845684346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008the-sorrowthe-lost.html' title='2008...the sorrow...the lost...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6194835729211468541</id><published>2008-12-25T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:35:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?? Wrinkle? Aging? What??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVOnDm6m69I/AAAAAAAABBQ/N3I5gpcVMxE/s1600-h/wrinkle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVOnDm6m69I/AAAAAAAABBQ/N3I5gpcVMxE/s320/wrinkle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283750468263537618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went window shopping the other day and passed by this skin care counter.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by to ask about their products, since I have time in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;So, the salesperson start to explain and start asking questions, this and that...&lt;br /&gt;After answering a set of questions..she took out a magnifying mirror, where the image is a few times larger and asked me to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;Then she starts pointing at certain areas of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry skin (huh?? all this while I thought I have oily skin)&lt;br /&gt;Oily skin (now I have oily skin???)&lt;br /&gt;So, it's like a part of my face is oily, while the rest is dry...hmm...ok...&lt;br /&gt;wrinkles (mmm..what?? well, getting older I guess?? Older?? Mmmm..what? can hardly hear that)&lt;br /&gt;fine lines (ok..this is getting creepy...)&lt;br /&gt;crow's feet (now i have feet at my face!!)&lt;br /&gt;laughing lines (shouldn't all of us have that?? unless you have stroke or something??)&lt;br /&gt;black head (heard this before...but who cares..)&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion...I need an anti-aging skin care plus sunblock to prevent skin tag (??), and two set of cleanser for different part of my face- dry and oily.&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to stop by their spa for a facial treatment.&lt;br /&gt;hehheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's in a day of someone that never have a facial treatment all her life. And who could live for days without facial treatment set. And rarely touch a make-up set.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6194835729211468541?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6194835729211468541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6194835729211468541&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6194835729211468541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6194835729211468541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/huh-wrinkle-aging-what.html' title='Huh?? Wrinkle? Aging? What??'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVOnDm6m69I/AAAAAAAABBQ/N3I5gpcVMxE/s72-c/wrinkle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2767850848502263137</id><published>2008-12-23T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:23:18.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scones'/><title type='text'>of pancakes and scones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVCIXECLhGI/AAAAAAAABBI/yUvZXeOcsVk/s1600-h/DSCF0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVCIXECLhGI/AAAAAAAABBI/yUvZXeOcsVk/s320/DSCF0781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282872292706845794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...scones for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;This is the basic recipe. Can add anything as you like eg. raisins, chocolate chips, dried fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * 3 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;  * 1/2 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;  * 5 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;  * 1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;  * 1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;  * 1 egg, beaten&lt;br /&gt;  * milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Preheat oven to 200 degrees C. Lightly grease a baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;-In a large bowl, combine flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt. Cut in butter, until resembles breadcrumbs (the easiest way, is doing this step in a food processor).&lt;br /&gt;-Mix the egg and milk in a small bowl, and stir into flour mixture until moistened.&lt;br /&gt;-Turn dough out onto a lightly floured surface, and knead briefly. Roll dough out into a 1/2 inch thick round. Cut into 8 wedges, and place on the prepared baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;-Bake 15 minutes in the preheated oven, or until golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the creator of this recipe...whoever you are...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2767850848502263137?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2767850848502263137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2767850848502263137&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2767850848502263137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2767850848502263137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-pancakes-and-scones.html' title='of pancakes and scones'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SVCIXECLhGI/AAAAAAAABBI/yUvZXeOcsVk/s72-c/DSCF0781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-98015950507680434</id><published>2008-12-21T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:51:48.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiqa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudoku'/><title type='text'>Kids Nowadays</title><content type='html'>My kids always near me, literally. They never play or do anything outside my eyeview.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, Laiqa was not around when I was watching TV in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Laiqa...where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: I'm here, mummy... at your laptop...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Hand's off my laptop...what are you doing there anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: Playing games..&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Oh..well..ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Laiqa, what are you doing now? Haven't you finished playing game? Come watch TV with me.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: I'm updating the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: WHAT?? Who's blog are you updating?&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: Yours.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: (laughing) ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another 5minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Haven't you finished updating my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: I'm checking my email now.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: (laughing non-stop) Who would ever wanna send you emails?&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5minutes pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Laiqa, come here.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa: I'm playing SUDOKU at your laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself but to take a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, she surely is playing SUDOKU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JO7WbAKI/AAAAAAAABAw/usEkKcCRXUQ/s1600-h/DSCF0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JO7WbAKI/AAAAAAAABAw/usEkKcCRXUQ/s200/DSCF0742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282239933750902946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JX59-b6I/AAAAAAAABA4/QM76kiNO3LQ/s1600-h/DSCF0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JX59-b6I/AAAAAAAABA4/QM76kiNO3LQ/s200/DSCF0746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282240087998754722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JeqgSa-I/AAAAAAAABBA/3zr2zbmgcrU/s1600-h/DSCF0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JeqgSa-I/AAAAAAAABBA/3zr2zbmgcrU/s200/DSCF0749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282240204106787810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did edit a few things in my blog...which i have to correct back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...kids nowadays....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-98015950507680434?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/98015950507680434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=98015950507680434&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/98015950507680434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/98015950507680434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-nowadays.html' title='Kids Nowadays'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SU5JO7WbAKI/AAAAAAAABAw/usEkKcCRXUQ/s72-c/DSCF0742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8183237012661006195</id><published>2008-12-18T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:17:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same But Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUrsU3pWS6I/AAAAAAAABAY/hSVl1aVsViE/s1600-h/love_my_computer_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUrsU3pWS6I/AAAAAAAABAY/hSVl1aVsViE/s200/love_my_computer_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293356324244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the same but yet we are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to read. Books have a major role in our relationship. It was my first gift to him- a novel by John Grisham. He likes reading novels, but his choices of novels are totally differ from mine. Novels that i read either medical thriller, romance, 'funny' drama, or novels such as Harry Potter or the likes.&lt;br /&gt;While, he reads law, politic, drama, which I find rather heavy for my simple brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to try all kinds of food. He is rather adventurous. but our choices of food are different. He loves his steak to be medium rare , while mine will always be well-done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both are stubborn, and sticking to our ideas, but our ideas are usually different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have to choose a shirt for him, we always choose the same design, but our choice of colours are totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love surfing the net, but for different reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the kids but we have different ways of showing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other things...anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we are surely is the same, but yet we are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s AB, may be I sometimes forget to appreciate you enough each day, but my love for you is always strong, through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;sorry for not updating for quite sometime, I was in my 'kampung'. Not in the mood to blog anyway, but, my 'self-proclaimed no 1 fan' has been asking about the updates several times a day...&lt;br /&gt;One entry a day huh?? Hmmmm..I'll try...I'll try (nodding my head, while a baby is crying in my lap, and the 2 kids are fighting over the tv channels, with drinks spilled all over the living room carpet)&lt;br /&gt;life is tough, who says it isn't..but i'll try, i'll try (now I have 2 crying kids- the baby on my lap, and Laiqa who has been force by Umar to watch ben10 with him instead of Dora the Explorer, and the ants start to make its way towards the spill drinks)&lt;br /&gt;One entry a day...aarghhhh...I don't think so...huargghhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUr1oBLE6cI/AAAAAAAABAg/lB0kBWBy_Qw/s1600-h/ben10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUr1oBLE6cI/AAAAAAAABAg/lB0kBWBy_Qw/s200/ben10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281303580903795138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUr12gpk9XI/AAAAAAAABAo/NjAvpast8yE/s1600-h/dora-the-explorer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUr12gpk9XI/AAAAAAAABAo/NjAvpast8yE/s200/dora-the-explorer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281303829871392114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8183237012661006195?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8183237012661006195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8183237012661006195&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8183237012661006195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8183237012661006195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-but-different.html' title='Same But Different'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SUrsU3pWS6I/AAAAAAAABAY/hSVl1aVsViE/s72-c/love_my_computer_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1234031615983810046</id><published>2008-12-04T09:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:12:06.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Reunion...Oh...reunion....</title><content type='html'>Started my day feeling quite good. Hei..may be i get the correct side of the bed today OR may be that cheering up thingy really does work. (but Ab, I'm still not 100% happy...need constant cheering up :):) a bit demanding huh???...anyway..what hubby is for..hehheheh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had chocolate chips pancakes for breakfast. Ummm...loves chocolate chips...i put chocolate everywhere that i can think of. And the kids love pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/STc8IE-I0RI/AAAAAAAABAI/iS25dKe8A4c/s1600-h/DSCF0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/STc8IE-I0RI/AAAAAAAABAI/iS25dKe8A4c/s320/DSCF0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275751597958811922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to the mission....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been 'asked' by a few friends to organize a reunion get-together for our ex-classmates in high school. It's sounds easy. Just gather the contact numbers, give them a call or just text them, arrange the venue and date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoa...life is not easy as A, B, C.&lt;br /&gt;And why, oh why...I always be the victim to such #@?^%*%# thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 25people in my class. I manage to trace/get in-touch with only 15.&lt;br /&gt;I went through all this trouble and when i texted, they never reply. When I called, they said, "I don't think I can join." Or, "that venue is quite far from my place" or "that place is not suitable for me" or "can we do at lunch hour instead of dinner" and the winner is "if u can get everybody to come, then i'll come".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like cancelling the whole thing. But...there are also, a few friends from out of KL, who are willing to book a flight @ drive all the way here...so, guys..let us just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have the right to veto this matter...I will decide with my own logical mind (if there is any logic left) on where and when we are going to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those few who are attending...let us celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/STc8XrX5GOI/AAAAAAAABAQ/WHxWyw2HbaA/s1600-h/DSCF0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/STc8XrX5GOI/AAAAAAAABAQ/WHxWyw2HbaA/s200/DSCF0663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275751865965418722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1234031615983810046?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1234031615983810046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1234031615983810046&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1234031615983810046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1234031615983810046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/reunionohreunion.html' title='Reunion...Oh...reunion....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/STc8IE-I0RI/AAAAAAAABAI/iS25dKe8A4c/s72-c/DSCF0697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1770991012340720554</id><published>2008-12-02T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:50:29.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong side of the bed...</title><content type='html'>I think I woke up today at the wrong side of the bed. As if there are many sides to my bed, as the other side are already being occupied. So that would make that I have only one bedside left for me, and why do they always say that 'get out of bed at the wrong side'?? May be that english idiom are meant only for the 'singles'. Or, the wrong side meaning that i have to crawl over the one that is sleeping beside me, and once at the other side, i happen to woke up. Hmmm...doesn't make sense either.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my day started pretty bad. Doesn't mean that all the other day i have a wonderful start, it's just, i don't feel good, elated, happy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But why? I have no idea. So, before i keep on saying ridiculous things in my blog, i shud stop.&lt;br /&gt;Direly need cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, next morning, I get the correct side to get up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1770991012340720554?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1770991012340720554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1770991012340720554&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1770991012340720554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1770991012340720554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong side of the bed...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3672572792681597916</id><published>2008-11-27T16:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:18:53.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiqa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultraman dyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultraman tiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>Pink Panther... Pink Ultraman???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SS5byR-fHFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ne0BxXu4TJA/s1600-h/ultraman_tiga_dyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SS5byR-fHFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ne0BxXu4TJA/s320/ultraman_tiga_dyna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253133074504786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here surfing the net..as usual..like nothing else matters, while actually I have tonnes of things to do, which I ignored, bcos being here in front of my laptop, is far better than being there..mopping the floor...hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munif is taking his afternoon nap. Umar is watching 'ultraman tiga' and Laiqa is pushing her baby doll around the house on the baby's stroller (which her dad bought for her after much persuasion from her, she even collected money that her dad left on the dressing table to buy that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard Umar called Laiqa to come and play ultraman with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     laiqa, let's play ultraman&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     ok&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     You are the 'ultraman tiga' ok. And i'll be 'ultraman                 dyna'. Mummy's cushions are the monster.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     ok&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     punch the cushions, kick it , until the 'raksasa' dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     ok, now your light are blinking...u hv less energy...time to change color... say this                         'bertukar'(change) n u'll turn blue.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     No, i want to turn pink.&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     Cannot, no pink ultraman.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     I don't care...I want to be pink...&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     Laiqa...this is not a Pink Panther Show....it's ultraman...&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     don't want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, suddenly...debishhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa:     Mummy......abang hit me...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Umar.........&lt;br /&gt;Umar:     No, mummy...she doesn't listen to me. Please tell her there's no pink ultraman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's in a day of a mom....:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look at her choice of what to wear...and you expect her to change to blue????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SS5deiLZzqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ne6HX6ghXSM/s1600-h/DSCF0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SS5deiLZzqI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ne6HX6ghXSM/s200/DSCF0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273254992849522338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3672572792681597916?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3672572792681597916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3672572792681597916&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3672572792681597916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3672572792681597916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-panther-pink-ultraman.html' title='Pink Panther... Pink Ultraman???'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SS5byR-fHFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/ne0BxXu4TJA/s72-c/ultraman_tiga_dyna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1600782169606267876</id><published>2008-11-26T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:46:00.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing A Medical Specialty- part 2</title><content type='html'>Just a quick glimpse of the previous 'decision tree'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a start... I was a medical student. Was I sane back then?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... I went to cinema at least once a week. I skipped lectures if I hate the lecturer (don't ask me why). I wore man shirt n jeans during my preclinical years. I bought a blue shoes, that I wore with all my outfit. OMG...I was insane...aahhahha..that explains why i don't have any admirers, well, except the 'mat cafe' who tailed me anywhere i go near the cafe. Or the 'brader computer lab' who would secretly searching for my mIRC nickname n buzz me to chat. Or the 'lab brader' who almost fall off his bike because i walked by. Hahhahha.... Not to mention the security guard, or the hostel's despatch, or the bus driver. (my ex-coursemate will laugh rolling on the floor if they ever read this...hope they won't discover my blog...cross fingers). Now I myself found this hillarious... Do I have some kind of aura with these people... Or do I subconciously flirt with them?? hmmm...doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...in short...i'm crazy...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;So, next is about my attention span...non-existance. Lectures..not more than 45 min. That does not mean that I paid full attention during the full 45min, I didn't, but if anything more than 45min, I'll start to feel like the room is spinning, the lecturer's voice is drifting away and away, the slides make no sense....&lt;br /&gt;Result= Emergency medicine...WHAT THE *#@$??  No way..&lt;br /&gt;At this moment..I rather be baking cakes/cookies, rather than dealing with a life threatening situation. Loosing a cake due to bad recipes or bad technique is far better than loosing a patient.&lt;br /&gt;So...back to the question...where do I fit in, in the decision tree??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1600782169606267876?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1600782169606267876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1600782169606267876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1600782169606267876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1600782169606267876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/choosing-medical-specialty-part-2.html' title='Choosing A Medical Specialty- part 2'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2132554110985879006</id><published>2008-11-25T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:46:31.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Choosing A Medical Specialty - Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSuXVv-CmfI/AAAAAAAAA_c/woIxBMKcqRw/s1600-h/mdcl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSuXVv-CmfI/AAAAAAAAA_c/woIxBMKcqRw/s400/mdcl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272474188677028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But what about me? Which category do i fall into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2132554110985879006?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2132554110985879006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2132554110985879006&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2132554110985879006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2132554110985879006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/choosing-medical-specialty.html' title='Choosing A Medical Specialty - Part 1'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSuXVv-CmfI/AAAAAAAAA_c/woIxBMKcqRw/s72-c/mdcl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8550107021105205733</id><published>2008-11-25T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:15:33.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgggghhhhhhhhh...........</title><content type='html'>I wanted to update with pictures and everything but...darn my laptop...it's either has gone 'kaput' or it has a mind of its own as not to gimme the best performance or simply it's time for me to UPGRADE..... (hope that special someone out there heard my shout! hheheh).&lt;br /&gt;Or can I just defragment or do whatever that could be done to make it fast. So slow.....&lt;br /&gt;It took me half an hour just to type the above.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would took me an hour to upload pictures...&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhhh.....really getting on my nerves....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8550107021105205733?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8550107021105205733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8550107021105205733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8550107021105205733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8550107021105205733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/arrgggghhhhhhhhh.html' title='Arrgggghhhhhhhhh...........'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8632089864834713466</id><published>2008-11-23T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:27:02.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You blogged...I blogged...We blogged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SShGs13T2ZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/UirKaZcc9EU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SShGs13T2ZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/UirKaZcc9EU/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271541100024420754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 am. Umar and Munif is sleeping. Mr AB is painting the living room's wall. Laiqa is accompanying the daddy (daddy's daughter right??) And here I am..after a few days of silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of updating my blog every single day...but it's either i was too busy, or I've typed an entry only to find it to be unappropriate to be posted here (since Umar did read my blog once in a while), or I was running out of idea. Anyway..the thoughts count right...:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging...I read all your entries in your blogs everyday... I was always captivated by other peoples' blog. Their choice of  topic to blog about, their choice of pictures, etc. Sometimes I think...Why i didn't ever think to blog about that? Why that blog could make a very interesting entry only with a simple thing that occur in their lives? Why that blog is full of facts..that could really help me be a little bit wiser? Why that blog always fascinate me? The list of 'why's will go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;And then... came the next questions...why my blog is not like them?&lt;br /&gt;But then... came the answer...i blog just to express my thought on whatever issues that had been lingering INSIDE MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;And now the thing inside my mind is saying- 'stop surfing the net and update your blog' and 'you stinks...it's 1am and you haven't had your shower!'.&lt;br /&gt;So folks...ta..ta..off to the shower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SShBseobIsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/9GedA5x_yP8/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SShBseobIsI/AAAAAAAAA_M/9GedA5x_yP8/s400/baby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535596229829314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s- r my kids really cute...or it's like the above....hahhahahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8632089864834713466?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8632089864834713466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8632089864834713466&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8632089864834713466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8632089864834713466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-bloggedi-bloggedwe-blogged.html' title='You blogged...I blogged...We blogged...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SShGs13T2ZI/AAAAAAAAA_U/UirKaZcc9EU/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3007144047102754530</id><published>2008-11-20T10:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:21:24.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbroken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band-aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Hurray........ It's another depressing day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSTSbBJFbrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/9-H2Bsj4eTQ/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSTSbBJFbrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/9-H2Bsj4eTQ/s200/brokenheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270568825535164082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but band-aid would do.....&lt;br /&gt;(while waiting for it to heal)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSTqjpmis_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/z8J_qjKruEk/s1600-h/heart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSTqjpmis_I/AAAAAAAAA_E/z8J_qjKruEk/s400/heart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270595362114155506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3007144047102754530?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3007144047102754530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3007144047102754530&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3007144047102754530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3007144047102754530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/hurray-its-another-depressing-day.html' title='Hurray........ It&apos;s another depressing day....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSTSbBJFbrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/9-H2Bsj4eTQ/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-17901909856108658</id><published>2008-11-17T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:28:19.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Munif'/><title type='text'>Presenting........</title><content type='html'>the tall........(not sure about this yet:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark....(mmm...yup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the handsome(definitely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most sure...&lt;br /&gt;the cheeky, funny &amp;amp; playful.....baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGhAVsNWcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Z9fR3atRpWk/s1600-h/DSCF0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGhAVsNWcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Z9fR3atRpWk/s320/DSCF0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670066194831810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUNIF AYDIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB: 18 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Birth weight: 3.55kg&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: making sounds all the time, watching football (may b attracted to the green field), put all his fingers in his mouth (belief me), taking off his mitten.&lt;br /&gt;Likes: playing with papa &amp;amp; abang&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: sleep (y some babies sleep all the time?? but my baby hate to sleep!), sitting on mummy's lap while she's surfing the net (need to concentrate on him only!)&lt;br /&gt;Favourite food and drinks: milk&lt;br /&gt;Favourite toys: Mr Giraffe (a gift from papa's friend- many thanks :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGj0SafY5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/VzZsYtD5uYg/s1600-h/DSCF0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGj0SafY5I/AAAAAAAAA-k/VzZsYtD5uYg/s200/DSCF0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269673157691663250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGkiU1w-cI/AAAAAAAAA-s/wPgOYylDI_Y/s1600-h/DSCF0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGkiU1w-cI/AAAAAAAAA-s/wPgOYylDI_Y/s200/DSCF0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269673948616915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - thanks for all the good wishes, the gifts and the thought (thought counts too :))&lt;br /&gt;         Thanks a bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-17901909856108658?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/17901909856108658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=17901909856108658&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/17901909856108658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/17901909856108658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/presenting.html' title='Presenting........'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SSGhAVsNWcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/Z9fR3atRpWk/s72-c/DSCF0546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2451309445343160741</id><published>2008-11-16T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:27:05.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla...bla...'/><title type='text'>More Saucy.....More happening.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SR9osNuF5mI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2DacqEK9G74/s1600-h/DSCF0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SR9osNuF5mI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2DacqEK9G74/s400/DSCF0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269045197853288034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last.....I'm back.....feel like screaming to the top of my lungs. can't describe how glad i am to be back here again, back to my precious blog.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like ages since I last posted anything here. Yup, 8 loooooong months really is ages.&lt;br /&gt;So, have anything in blogspheres changed? Have to start 'discovering' back.&lt;br /&gt;So, many,many things had happened. the sad..... and the happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a baby boy now...a new fantastic addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;We've moved out of Ipoh now. No more 'Ipoh mali" :((&lt;br /&gt;And a few more this and that, that have happened. Will update in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;Now.....should visits my old blogger friends' blog....u guys must be missing me....hahhahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2451309445343160741?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2451309445343160741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2451309445343160741&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2451309445343160741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2451309445343160741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-saucymore-happening.html' title='More Saucy.....More happening.....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SR9osNuF5mI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2DacqEK9G74/s72-c/DSCF0193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2497848781877513285</id><published>2008-02-29T13:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:32:35.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Mom oh Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8eeu9XTl4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/BSbLXMxsHvE/s1600-h/mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8eeu9XTl4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/BSbLXMxsHvE/s400/mom.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172277226641790850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really am grateful receiving this from a good friend...&lt;a href="http://neezashahril.blogspot.com/"&gt;neeza&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;I am not that good as a mom...and my blog is not that entertaining.... anyway thanks dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup..I'm a mom... a not-that-great mom. I am proud being a mom...&lt;br /&gt;As we are in this topic... I would like to share some story, and views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in medical school...if people ask..when do u want to get married?...I don't answer... I was a bit insecure...the ugly ol' me...I don't think anyone would fall for me...hence marrying me... I was a bit sceptical..&lt;br /&gt;But deep down..well..i think the best age should be before i turn 25 (shhh...I just kept this thought to myself ok..at that time).&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that I have my first child by the age of 25, and another after 3 years, and another the next 3 years. Anyway, that's just a thought... I never thought that it ever will become a reality. Yeah..me at that time is not that feminine...rarely wear my 'baju kurung'... never ever thinking of having a relationship..so on and so forth....&lt;br /&gt;But God's will...when I was 21...my Mr AB came into my life... he proposed... and my father gave him a condition..wait until I finish my study.&lt;br /&gt;So...we got married when I was 24 (got that wish right- get marry before 25)&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant with Umar a month later...and he was born on March 2002 (first child when I was 25)&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa was born exactly 3 years later (the spacing was right too...a child after 3years)&lt;br /&gt;And now...pregnant again and Laiqa will get another sibling when she's 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my life as a mom very much. I teach them at home. I even thinking of home-schooling them, but have to put it off, since afraid that they won't know how to interact with people if they keep staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;When they were babies, yup...I successfully breastfed them, exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;I cook for them as often as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really, truly enjoying everything about them...&lt;br /&gt;Yup...I get mad...many times, especially with Umar naughtiness and Laiqa's stuborness...but my love for them have never lessen...the love gets more and more each day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a bit to be disappoint with them is that, whenever people ask...who's daughter/son u r? They will answer, 'papa's daughter/son'. You know what...the 'mama' is the one who have been taking care of them each day...and they still be the daddy's kid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I know, whenever they are having difficulties....it's mama who they turn too. If they have nightmares, they will call out to mama....If they fall down, it's mama who first come to aid... If they have any enquiries, they ask mama...&lt;br /&gt;But, why, oh, why, the 'papa' always get the popular vote...:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway AB, I don't mind. Because u too have done a great job with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last note...i want to forward this TOP MOM BLOG to the lovely and sure is a great mom with a great blog---- &lt;a href="http://www.cathlooi.com/"&gt;Cat Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2497848781877513285?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2497848781877513285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2497848781877513285&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2497848781877513285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2497848781877513285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-oh-mom.html' title='Mom oh Mom'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8eeu9XTl4I/AAAAAAAAAqs/BSbLXMxsHvE/s72-c/mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3977226003857798114</id><published>2008-02-29T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:54:41.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dlVOqxi1I/AAAAAAAAAqM/qE0VYG5VDEI/s1600-h/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dlVOqxi1I/AAAAAAAAAqM/qE0VYG5VDEI/s320/DSC00108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172214112447466322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar and Laiqa always quarrel. &lt;br /&gt;They yell to each other. &lt;br /&gt;Umar is the naughty one (takes after the father, of course). He will switch off the light when Laiqa’s in a room. He hug her so tight when she doesn’t want to be hug. He kiss her, and she will scream. He even will bite a piece of bun while Laiqa was holding it, before the bun reach her mouth. And many other…those kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;My house is never quite when they are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they also have good time together. They help each other.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those happy moment together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dj6eqxi0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GmJhbsrj04A/s1600-h/DSCF0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dj6eqxi0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GmJhbsrj04A/s320/DSCF0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172212553374337858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umar reading the book to Laiqa. They will lie down next to each other. Umar will do the reading and the elaborating part (he’s best in elaborating things). And Laiqa will asking questions and agreeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dlteqxi2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/r9KfZNG1-C4/s1600-h/DSCF0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dlteqxi2I/AAAAAAAAAqU/r9KfZNG1-C4/s320/DSCF0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172214529059294050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3977226003857798114?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3977226003857798114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3977226003857798114&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3977226003857798114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3977226003857798114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love.......'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dlVOqxi1I/AAAAAAAAAqM/qE0VYG5VDEI/s72-c/DSC00108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7874454533546517618</id><published>2008-02-28T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:59:53.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dnkuqxi3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/dxfuISarte4/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dnkuqxi3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/dxfuISarte4/s320/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172216577758694258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sorry dear friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things happening around me. All only added the many ‘black history’ in my life.&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are facing a difficult position, I’ve been to worse. You won’t believe it. How could someone educated and professional, experienced all this… But I did. &lt;br /&gt;As when I thought life would be better, it jumps back to the deepest pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope my life will be better. History could change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I have decided to close this blog, as I don’t want to dissapoint you. Coming here each day, and no new entry. I have lots of things to blog about, but I have no internet connections. I missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much thought, I’ll keep this blog alive. I’ll be here whenever I have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Pray for my better future.&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be on and off blogging lately...but it's still in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- the idea of closing this blog had given my 'biggest' fan a fit. When I have no new entry, I notice him reading my old entries again and again...&lt;br /&gt;This is for u dear.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7874454533546517618?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7874454533546517618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7874454533546517618&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7874454533546517618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7874454533546517618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry......'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8dnkuqxi3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/dxfuISarte4/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-217537272275114878</id><published>2008-02-28T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:30:41.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Friendly Site Award -II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8d6vNXTl3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-xdupE1nKAI/s1600-h/awardFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8d6vNXTl3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-xdupE1nKAI/s200/awardFS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172237648518158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really, truly make my day...after my loooong silence from this cyber world...&lt;br /&gt;When I can't update as frequently...I thought I've lost all my blogging friend..., my site has turn into those boring and dull blog who rarely been update...and I think that my blog must has seems like a blog that is there just for being there...not active... a dormant blog...&lt;br /&gt;get what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I manage to get online...I bloghopping to all of your blog...and this award from &lt;a href="http://neezashsahril.blogspot.com/"&gt;neeza&lt;/a&gt;...really cheer things up...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks neeza..u r truly a wonderful friend...many, many thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to award this to my dear blogging friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Idham&lt;/a&gt; -his writing always moved me, interesting, at times serious, and at time funny...thanks to u for being a friend..thanks for ur help...:) (hope this flowery award add some color to ur blog...;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://asianapat.blogspot.com/"&gt;pat&lt;/a&gt; -I'm touched with her writing and her spirit...you go girl...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-217537272275114878?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/217537272275114878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=217537272275114878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/217537272275114878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/217537272275114878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendly-site-award-ii.html' title='Friendly Site Award -II'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R8d6vNXTl3I/AAAAAAAAAqk/-xdupE1nKAI/s72-c/awardFS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6889212794230621725</id><published>2008-02-13T14:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:38:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Find In Your Fridge?</title><content type='html'>These are among the things that you can find in our fridge this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KSk-qxiwI/AAAAAAAAApk/8tbGLU2D3jI/s1600-h/DSCF0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KSk-qxiwI/AAAAAAAAApk/8tbGLU2D3jI/s200/DSCF0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166352886542732034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item- egg&lt;br /&gt;Reason to be in the fridge- to maintain its freshness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KTDeqxixI/AAAAAAAAAps/QunLhBXC0Hs/s1600-h/DSCF0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KTDeqxixI/AAAAAAAAAps/QunLhBXC0Hs/s200/DSCF0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166353410528742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item- water&lt;br /&gt;Reason- to have a supply of icy cool water...best drink during hot days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KTweqxiyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z9StYwlUrq4/s1600-h/DSCF0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KTweqxiyI/AAAAAAAAAp0/z9StYwlUrq4/s200/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166354183622855458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item- orange juice&lt;br /&gt;Reason- have to be kept in the fridge to prevent spoiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KSS-qxivI/AAAAAAAAApc/qLmsMr7kW-w/s1600-h/DSCF0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KSS-qxivI/AAAAAAAAApc/qLmsMr7kW-w/s200/DSCF0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166352577305086706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item- butter&lt;br /&gt;Reason- no choice, if kept outside, it will melt and spoilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KUQuqxizI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eUX0TH3a7jw/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KUQuqxizI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eUX0TH3a7jw/s320/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166354737673636658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item- Elly the Elephant&lt;br /&gt;Reason- according to Laiqa: today is very hot, Elly need to cool down....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6889212794230621725?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6889212794230621725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6889212794230621725&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6889212794230621725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6889212794230621725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-can-you-find-in-your-fridge.html' title='What Can You Find In Your Fridge?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7KSk-qxiwI/AAAAAAAAApk/8tbGLU2D3jI/s72-c/DSCF0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3525755657859133351</id><published>2008-02-13T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:29:08.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Friendly Site Award</title><content type='html'>This 'Friendly Site Award' is given by the marvellous &lt;a href="http://hanieliza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis Hanieliza&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://smallfamily-bigappetite.blogspot.com/"&gt;drEzura&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This really meant a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. Thanks a bunch.......:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7JAhuqxinI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vS2L52wluvM/s1600-h/awardFS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7JAhuqxinI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vS2L52wluvM/s400/awardFS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166262670754679410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I passed this award further to this lovely blogger&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://neezashahril.blogspot.com/"&gt;neeza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- another recipent, I'll add later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3525755657859133351?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3525755657859133351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3525755657859133351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3525755657859133351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3525755657859133351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendly-site-award.html' title='Friendly Site Award'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7JAhuqxinI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vS2L52wluvM/s72-c/awardFS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4337474192021838296</id><published>2008-02-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:20:21.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Nice Matters Award</title><content type='html'>I've been away for quite sometimes, and by the time I log in to my blog again, i received 2 awards. I never thought of getting any. What a nice thing to get back to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is 'NICE MATTERS AWARD'.&lt;br /&gt;Given by the wonderful &lt;a href="http://yummylicious-jun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis Jun&lt;/a&gt; and the thoughtful &lt;a href="http://ummizaihadi-homesweethome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis Ummi&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7EF_eqxijI/AAAAAAAAAn4/8nuvG8tTtTU/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7EF_eqxijI/AAAAAAAAAn4/8nuvG8tTtTU/s400/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165916835693038130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, thanks...million thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spread this lovely award to my dear blogger friends&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://hliza.blogspot.com/"&gt;HLiza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Farina (&lt;a href="http://princessjournals.blogspot.com/"&gt;PrincessJournals&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4337474192021838296?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4337474192021838296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4337474192021838296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4337474192021838296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4337474192021838296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/nice-matters-award.html' title='Nice Matters Award'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7EF_eqxijI/AAAAAAAAAn4/8nuvG8tTtTU/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8492406203764418306</id><published>2008-02-12T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:33:05.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadiyah- my niece..</title><content type='html'>It's more than 2 weeks since I last blog. I've been back bloghopping since yesterday, but did not update. Have to clean the cobwebs and sweep the dust from this blog first...:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first entry (after this 2 weeks silence) is dedicated to my niece- Nadiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to KL on the 29th January. I brought some cakes for Nadiyah (since she won't be tasting my cakes again until the next 2 years :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7C2xuqxigI/AAAAAAAAAng/9fRxPFbuWTA/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7C2xuqxigI/AAAAAAAAAng/9fRxPFbuWTA/s320/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165829738051242498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That is suppose to be sunflowers, but my brother said it's '&lt;span&gt;bunga taik ayam'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7F1TeqxikI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JFnN-t7JCl0/s1600-h/DSCF0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7F1TeqxikI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JFnN-t7JCl0/s400/DSCF0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166039225081104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is vanilla spongy cake with blueberry, and whipped cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 30th, we sent Nadiyah to KLIA for her flight to Adelaide. ( The flight check-in was at 7.45pm, and she still have to work until 5pm that day)- what a tough boss u have...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dah nak pegi pun x dpt cuti..hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7C7WeqxihI/AAAAAAAAAno/T8SM0fehs9w/s1600-h/IMG_1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7C7WeqxihI/AAAAAAAAAno/T8SM0fehs9w/s400/IMG_1575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165834767457946130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, she's in Adelaide now, to further her studies in Architecture. She seems pretty excited to get there.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure she misses home. And we miss your visits too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kakak, take great care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Study smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s if u have any problem, just sms me, we can have a chat.&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to contact my friend over there, she's been waiting for ur call...she won't bite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/ss- Nadiyah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ( early by a few days anyway...) best wishes for you the whole year thru....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8492406203764418306?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8492406203764418306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8492406203764418306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8492406203764418306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8492406203764418306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/02/nadiyah-my-niece.html' title='Nadiyah- my niece..'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R7C2xuqxigI/AAAAAAAAAng/9fRxPFbuWTA/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2680791253176438561</id><published>2008-01-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:45:43.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiwang Mood anyone??</title><content type='html'>In a 'jiwang' and lovey dovey mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song since I first heard it during One In A Million I...&lt;br /&gt;(however, this song is about 'unreturn' love...nothing to do with me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="storycontent"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;Begitu berat melangkah…&lt;br /&gt;melihat kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku yg salah&lt;br /&gt;atau hanya helah saja&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ku masih mencintai diri kamu&lt;br /&gt;bila kau menjauh&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kau bagaikan udara&lt;br /&gt;yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup diatas dunia&lt;br /&gt;tanpamu ku lemah&lt;br /&gt;pasti aku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau maha karya cinta …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;biarpun kau tidak mahu&lt;br /&gt;menerima kasih daku&lt;br /&gt;ku kan setia bersama mu&lt;br /&gt;sehingga ke akhir waktu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ku masih menyayangi diri kamu&lt;br /&gt;bila kau berlalu&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kau bagaikan udara&lt;br /&gt;yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup diatas dunia&lt;br /&gt;tanpamu ku lemah&lt;br /&gt;pasti aku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau maha karya cinta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kau takkan dapat aku lupakan&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau lah punca cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;mengajar aku erti bahagia&lt;br /&gt;kembalilah ..&lt;br /&gt;terimalah pesan daku&lt;br /&gt;yang akan terus menunggu … &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know which song I'm refering to?...&lt;br /&gt;yup...maha karya cinta (only best sing by Faizal OIAM)&lt;br /&gt;if you feel like listening...here's the clip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-89MLCLQp9U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-89MLCLQp9U&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s= to my darling AB, you don't have to sing me this song...u r not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;born to be a singer...:):):);p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, this paragraph is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;kau bagaikan udara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup diatas dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;tanpamu ku lemah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pasti aku tak berdaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;kerna kau maha karya cinta …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;/ss- I won't be home this week...i'll might be away from the blogging world...so, u guys, take care...muahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2680791253176438561?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2680791253176438561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2680791253176438561&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2680791253176438561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2680791253176438561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/jiwang-mood-anyone.html' title='Jiwang Mood anyone??'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-970307359130170110</id><published>2008-01-25T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:30:18.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Me and Umar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5kOticCmsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/39JdPChLgUc/s1600-h/DSCF0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5kOticCmsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/39JdPChLgUc/s320/DSCF0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159171023630932674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting this blog  for a while. But I am always here. My heart is here, even me myself. I always online, browsing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, busy taking care of this two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed with Umar and Laiqa.&lt;br /&gt;Umar is still my baby boy. Other than being a 'boy'...a naughty one indeed, he understand what i'm dealing with. He helped a lot. Fetching this and that. Do most of the things by himself. If he sees me look so unwell, he'll get a glass of water for me. He reminds me to take my daily vitamins without fail each day (mr AB must be proud of him- it's the daddy daily duty of reminding me with all the supplement and now he has somebody who take over when he's not at home :p)&lt;br /&gt;If I am taking a nap, he'll come to 'check' once a while.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he asked me to pray hard that the baby in my tummy will be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;And today, he said, "mama ur tummy has enlarged. Does that mean the baby is getting bigger? Baby is in the tummy right, but why is your butt getting bigger too?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Asked ur dad".&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice being me...:)..if stuck with those kind of questions there's always Mr AB around to take it from there....&lt;br /&gt;p/s-Somebody have requested me to make an optimus prime cake for Umar... Next month ok dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5kN4ScCmrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/2C_23hf4Ag8/s1600-h/cartoon15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5kN4ScCmrI/AAAAAAAAAm0/2C_23hf4Ag8/s400/cartoon15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159170108802898610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-970307359130170110?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/970307359130170110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=970307359130170110&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/970307359130170110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/970307359130170110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-and-umar.html' title='Me and Umar'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5kOticCmsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/39JdPChLgUc/s72-c/DSCF0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6498929144273234858</id><published>2008-01-21T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:23:36.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Can't Sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;What a pregnant mum does when she has trouble sleeping...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello insomnia... Bye Bye good nite sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to get a good nite sleep nowadays. I only managed to sleep well once or maybe twice a week...three times is a bonus..&lt;br /&gt;What should I do during the nidht while the whole household are sound asleep??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Try to get some sleep, only end up staring at the ceiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloghopping...only to realise most of you rarely update ur blog. Hey...UPDATE pls...I need some entertainment on my sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read articles about pregnancy, which I already knew about anyway. (need to get some magazine or novels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give a mushy, mushy kiss to the 2 kids. They are still sound asleep even with the kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make a trip to the toilet, without any purpose, only to notice that the toilet need some cleaning later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat a few tablespoon of ice cream. Afraid that I'll feel guilty later if eat a whole bowl. (which remind me to buy some more chocolate ice cream later this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat chocolate. Just a tiny miny bits (because already eaten the ice cream...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Watch TV- Thank god astro is available 24 hours, but nothing interesting. Ended up watching National geographic. Getting really smart on how a bison find a mate during mating season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Switching channels, at last, watch a short documentary about horses, end up with teary eyes... Oh my..why am I crying over a horse???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Iron Mr AB's work clothes. WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING????? My insomnia must have gotten really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Give Mr AB a big hug and kisses, which apparently woke him up from his sleep, rubbed his eyes and asked, 'what r u doing at this hour?'. What else to say...I am not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Only to get a great big hug back...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/cartoons/cartoon14"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.baby-gaga.com/crtn/c14.png" alt="pregnancy cartoon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6498929144273234858?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6498929144273234858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6498929144273234858&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6498929144273234858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6498929144273234858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-612186666533973820</id><published>2008-01-18T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:51:20.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>3 Things.........</title><content type='html'>Tagging time..... :):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neezashahril.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neeza&lt;/a&gt; tagged me this time...&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't misunderstand the instructions, I have to put up pictures of 3 things that make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5AO12VzwfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CFAjeUU-y1g/s1600-h/DSCF0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5AO12VzwfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CFAjeUU-y1g/s320/DSCF0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156637891622060530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two never fail to make me happy. Eventhough, they are also the one who make me angry, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5APs2VzwgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RaVs1F2yxV0/s1600-h/DSCF0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5APs2VzwgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RaVs1F2yxV0/s320/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156638836514865666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate...yummy... especially if it's Cadbury Twirl... couldn't make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5AQs2VzwhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q3PAHbz2-4U/s1600-h/DSCF0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5AQs2VzwhI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Q3PAHbz2-4U/s320/DSCF0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156639936026493458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved Mr AB bought me this. Simple and nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in doing the tag... Go ahead...help urself...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-612186666533973820?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/612186666533973820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=612186666533973820&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/612186666533973820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/612186666533973820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-things.html' title='3 Things.........'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R5AO12VzwfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/CFAjeUU-y1g/s72-c/DSCF0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-8311215885128049454</id><published>2008-01-17T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:28:12.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Food Blog</title><content type='html'>Well...I've another blog.&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick info about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I post a recipe here, it's a recipe that I have tried and satisfied with. It's just like a recipe book for me, as some of the recipe, I don't have a hard copy of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I find it rather difficult for me to search certain recipe in between my other postings.&lt;br /&gt;So, I make another blog only for my recipes collection.&lt;br /&gt;nothing fancy just yet, just a basic one.&lt;br /&gt;So, if u r looking for recipes...&lt;br /&gt;go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookingdoc.blogspot.com/"&gt;IT'S COOKING TIME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to update it from time to time (with this little time I have :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-8311215885128049454?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8311215885128049454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=8311215885128049454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8311215885128049454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/8311215885128049454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-food-blog.html' title='My Food Blog'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2709111256866211231</id><published>2008-01-16T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:19:52.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R41XsmVzwaI/AAAAAAAAAks/_eOkdLRJSVI/s1600-h/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R41XsmVzwaI/AAAAAAAAAks/_eOkdLRJSVI/s320/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155873572126966178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen this?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drink this?&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually know what that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R41biWVzwcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wnMzQ3ueTl4/s1600-h/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R41biWVzwcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wnMzQ3ueTl4/s200/DSC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155877794079818178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first seen this a few months back in my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;I was so 'jakun' over it.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kitchen and saw my BIL and SIL been pouring drinks from this bottle. I only knew that bottles are used for soy sauce or maybe vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, may be some of you are very familiar with this...but believe it, I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a local carbonated drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a lot of questions, like..is it safe?&lt;br /&gt;And while laughing they replied, they have been drinking this for ages....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen this?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drink this?&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually know what that is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2709111256866211231?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2709111256866211231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2709111256866211231&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2709111256866211231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2709111256866211231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/drinks-anyone.html' title='Drinks anyone?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R41XsmVzwaI/AAAAAAAAAks/_eOkdLRJSVI/s72-c/DSC00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3450475141276804253</id><published>2008-01-12T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:57:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Fingers, Red Fingers......</title><content type='html'>I'm sure most of us are very familiar with the term 'green fingers'...which I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...just wanna share what I have in my garden. It is a small garden, not many things can be planted, so, I opt for the useful plants.&lt;br /&gt;These plants are the one that was initially planted at my back garden, but since we're in the process to move to KL soon, I replanted them in pots to bring to KL. I just choose a few that I use a lot, since we rent a small apartment in KL, so couldn't bring all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ik_GVzwTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9laqh4VQyUs/s1600-h/DSCF0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ik_GVzwTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9laqh4VQyUs/s400/DSCF0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154551177466331442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'infamous' curry leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ikrGVzwSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/u8GCXQegRBs/s1600-h/DSCF0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ikrGVzwSI/AAAAAAAAAjs/u8GCXQegRBs/s400/DSCF0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154550833868947746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooo...it's the 'Pandan' leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ijamVzwPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zQbghUAFK1Q/s1600-h/DSCF0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ijamVzwPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zQbghUAFK1Q/s400/DSCF0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154549450889478386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Kucai'...hmmm...anybody knows what we called this in English? Chives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ii-mVzwOI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RfxDAYn-9_s/s1600-h/DSCF0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ii-mVzwOI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RfxDAYn-9_s/s400/DSCF0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154548969853141218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my beloved bird's eye chillies...have to leave this one... I didn't plant this. It grows on its own. Must be from the bird's droppings..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ilvGVzwUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1hzfkH8-cmk/s1600-h/DSCF0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ilvGVzwUI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1hzfkH8-cmk/s400/DSCF0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154552002100052290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always need this 'daun kesum' for my 'laksa' and 'asam pedas'. BTW, did u notice the lemongrass at the back (right) and aloe vera ( this is very useful for minor burns, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4imF2VzwVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-u6tGtmeg4w/s1600-h/DSCF0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4imF2VzwVI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-u6tGtmeg4w/s400/DSCF0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154552392942076242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turmeric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ikLmVzwRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eprkcRCkbHI/s1600-h/DSCF0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ikLmVzwRI/AAAAAAAAAjk/eprkcRCkbHI/s320/DSCF0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154550292703068434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaffir lime (limau purut), I have to leave this too..it's quite huge. I planted it in a huge pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ij4WVzwQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DL1XtvSY25o/s1600-h/DSCF0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ij4WVzwQI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DL1XtvSY25o/s320/DSCF0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154549961990586626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lime tree. (also have to leave this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4imTWVzwWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vactd_NUGeQ/s1600-h/DSCF0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4imTWVzwWI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vactd_NUGeQ/s400/DSCF0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154552624870310242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help for this one. This is one of my 'ulam' plant. Have been planting and eating this like forever. Even my mum is not sure what's the name. The only thing that she said that, it's better to eat it in odd numbers everyday. That's what my sis-in-law said too.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody knows? How about you Shook? You must be familiar with all kind of 'ulam'. :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3450475141276804253?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3450475141276804253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3450475141276804253&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3450475141276804253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3450475141276804253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/green-fingers-red-fingers.html' title='Green Fingers, Red Fingers......'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4ik_GVzwTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9laqh4VQyUs/s72-c/DSCF0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7286063418867430555</id><published>2008-01-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:12:35.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bad Match? Or A Bad Luck?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried to matchmake people?&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to share a story, or rather my experience about matchmaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day (hahhahah..like a start of a fairytale), a friend(guy- lets name him Mr Q), came to us asking for a help to introduce him to some of my friends. He told us that how he envied us(me and my hubby), seing us being happy together, etc, etc, and how he wished to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;So, I said, I'll try. I asked for my friend (Ms.O) permission whether she agrees for me to give Mr Q her number.&lt;br /&gt;To make long story short, Ms O agreed, so they met, and started dating, etc, etc. And started planning of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...seems like a beautiful love story, right...wait til u read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;When Ms.O started to have feeling towards him, he dropped the bombshell. He felt that's it's time to tell the truth. He was married and have a kid. He and his wife was in the process of finalising their divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Ms.O was heartbroken. It was a shock, to her and to me (as I have no idea about it either).&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Ms.O just couldn't accept him...and that's it, there goes the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I was full of guilt. I felt like it was my fault to cause Ms.O such misery...i introduce them right.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew he was a divorcee, i would have not.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough this happen more than a year ago, the guilt is still in me. It still lingers in my mind from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;As for Mr.Q, he remain single, he promised than he won't find anybody else to replace Ms.O in these few years time.&lt;br /&gt;And for me...that's it about me being a matchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you want me to introduce as friends, still can....hahahahha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7286063418867430555?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7286063418867430555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7286063418867430555&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7286063418867430555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7286063418867430555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-match-or-bad-luck.html' title='A Bad Match? Or A Bad Luck?'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5250176963476257014</id><published>2008-01-08T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:34:53.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Special Mee Hailam</title><content type='html'>I cooked this a few months back (remember, I am unable to cook anything this month :)). And since the photo is still in my iPhoto collection, might as well post it here today.&lt;br /&gt;Got the recipe a few years back from an internet site, could not remember which.&lt;br /&gt;Do give it a try. Quite different than the usual dark 'mee hailam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4NyaWVzwJI/AAAAAAAAAio/IiFH4LQMaA0/s1600-h/DSCF0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4NyaWVzwJI/AAAAAAAAAio/IiFH4LQMaA0/s400/DSCF0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153088195641196690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 kg yellow mee/ noodle&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic, crushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp cornflour&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp concentrated chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;2 ½ cup water&lt;br /&gt;100 gm beef&lt;br /&gt;100 gm chicken&lt;br /&gt;10     medium-sized prawns&lt;br /&gt;2      squids&lt;br /&gt;1/2    carrot, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1      sawi, cut into inches&lt;br /&gt;4      young corns&lt;br /&gt;5      button mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;4      bird eyes chillies&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp ground white pepper&lt;br /&gt;salt&lt;br /&gt;sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute garlic in 3 tablespoon oil.&lt;br /&gt;Add in cornflour, stir for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Add in water, oyster sauce, chicken stock, let boil.&lt;br /&gt;Then add in beef, chicken, prawns and squids.&lt;br /&gt;Put in salt, sugar, pepper as taste...then vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;After about a minute or two, add noodles in.&lt;br /&gt;Serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5250176963476257014?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5250176963476257014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5250176963476257014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5250176963476257014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5250176963476257014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/special-mee-hailam.html' title='Special Mee Hailam'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R4NyaWVzwJI/AAAAAAAAAio/IiFH4LQMaA0/s72-c/DSCF0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5786562323589048931</id><published>2008-01-04T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:05:10.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Appreciation and Apologies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34EkWVzwII/AAAAAAAAAig/zneDg_MbC8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34EkWVzwII/AAAAAAAAAig/zneDg_MbC8Q/s320/DSCF0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151560046277279874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting better...I guess. Previous weeks are worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34EA2VzwHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/km-Gd7bes9k/s1600-h/DSCF0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34EA2VzwHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/km-Gd7bes9k/s320/DSCF0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151559436391923826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed a lot by being sick. Let me list down a few things that I missed or unable to do due to my 'morning sickness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34DcGVzwGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/euPsbJiIUEs/s1600-h/DSCF0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34DcGVzwGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/euPsbJiIUEs/s320/DSCF0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151558805031731298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I missed bloghopping, more than writing my own blog. I missed reading your blog. They are like a morning cup of coffee for me. I always read your blogs... so, I always get dissappointed with blogs that rarely update. hahahhaha...so, update frequently ok...:) (have to remind that to myself too :):))&lt;br /&gt;Whatever stories that u write about is rather captivating. There are boring ones sometimes...but, hey, not all stories are interesting to everyone. But at least I have something to read.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading about life, about creativity, and great food. But I hate politics though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I missed a few friends birthday. I already jot down somewhere in my mind to wish them happy birthday, but when the day came, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow blogger- &lt;a href="http://hliza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hliza&lt;/a&gt;, sorry it's a late bday wish. If any of my other fellow bloggers who celebrated their bday while i'm away...sorry..i didn't realize...I should have check.&lt;br /&gt;Friends from my Alumni- Lina, sis Ash and sis Dee.&lt;br /&gt;Relative- kak yong&lt;br /&gt;eventhough some of them doesn't read my blog, but I guess, i just mention them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I missed a few meetings with my Alumni. Sorry, for being an inactive AJK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've made a note to myself to attend &lt;a href="http://azim2u.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Flush's&lt;/a&gt; wedding on the 25 dec. But, sorry, couldn't make it. Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sorry if I didn't answer your phonecalls. sometimes I don't even care where my phone is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna thanks my niece, Nadiyah for buying me lunch, cook us dinner while i'm not well, while i was in KL.&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky to have a niece like you. (but all my other nieces and nephews are good too..but  yg lain tu kecik lagi)&lt;br /&gt;She's 23, an architect, and cook delicious meal. (sorry kakak, mak su promo sikit...heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;She SMS me every day without fail asking if I need her to bring anything, every single day. And when I said that I was bored, she would stop by for a chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34AbGVzwFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WJDrhJl554E/s1600-h/behind+red+door+black+n+white+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34AbGVzwFI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WJDrhJl554E/s400/behind+red+door+black+n+white+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151555489316978770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I missed  wishing some of u Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, now I feel like I've just received an award.hahahha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5786562323589048931?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5786562323589048931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5786562323589048931&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5786562323589048931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5786562323589048931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-appreciation-and-apologies.html' title='My Appreciation and Apologies....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R34EkWVzwII/AAAAAAAAAig/zneDg_MbC8Q/s72-c/DSCF0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2983524619909731949</id><published>2008-01-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:11:53.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>hi there......</title><content type='html'>Hei there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed blogging. But I can't help it...I'm not well.&lt;br /&gt;For the pass few weeks, I was in my worst condition. I did miss blogging but, everytime i sat in front of my laptop...I would be nauseus, sick to the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots in my mind to blog about...but couldn't make myself to sit here more than a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am sick...sick as sick as u can imagine. And i hate it much. Who like to be sick by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worst, my olfactory nerves (nose) have become hypersensitive...or may be have increase its power by 100fold. I guess mine are more sensitive than dogs who can sense smell from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking-my passion...have to stop. I didn't cook a thing for almost 2months. I can't stand the smell of food being cook, the bread in the oven, especially cinnamon bread is a major no-no.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fry anything when i'm near.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks darling for not wearing perfume, and ur favorite deodorant. And thanks for substituting to a non-perfumed deodorant. :)&lt;br /&gt;And major thanks for not using lots of shower gel. One more thanks to you for ditching away your mouth wash... sorry dear...just a temporary measures... ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, those sweet smell also could be such enemy to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've changed to sensodyne gum care toothpaste since it's tasteless- don't want to end up vomiting while brushing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed....I am pregnant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- HAPPY NEW YEAR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R3tuxWVzwDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D7ibZe6KBog/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R3tuxWVzwDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D7ibZe6KBog/s400/pregnant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150832392917991474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/cartoons/cartoon16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.baby-gaga.com/crtn/c16.png" alt="pregnancy cartoon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2983524619909731949?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2983524619909731949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2983524619909731949&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2983524619909731949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2983524619909731949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-there.html' title='hi there......'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R3tuxWVzwDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/D7ibZe6KBog/s72-c/pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1644664640327975235</id><published>2007-12-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:34:41.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hajj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Prune Steamed Cake, Cupcakes, Hajj</title><content type='html'>My eldest brother went to perform hajj with my SIL last two weeks. I baked 'prune steam cake' and some cupcakes for their 'kenduri'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cake in &lt;a href="http://http//intankamaruddin1.blogspot.com/2007/11/wednesdays-special-kek-prune-kukus-leen.html"&gt;Intan's&lt;/a&gt; blog, and eager to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R1OSJm4Q2uI/AAAAAAAAAho/X08ktKf38j4/s1600-R/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R1OSJm4Q2uI/AAAAAAAAAho/YWgkMcPqHYY/s400/DSCF0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139612293512878818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first try, I already been making them 4 times...very nice. I adjusted the recipe a bit, to make it less sweet. I just love it, a bit different from the usual butter cake and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't omit the ovalette, as it makes it really fluffy compare to the non-ovelette version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the recipe: ( I omitted the condensed milk, used 3/4cup sugar, and did not used the 'hirisan prunes' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEK PRUNE KUKUS LEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber: Arlina Umar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahan-bahannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 g butter&lt;br /&gt;2 cawan tepung naik sendiri&lt;br /&gt;1 cawan gula&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tin besar susu pekat manis (kalau guna tin kecil 1/3 pun cukup)&lt;br /&gt;20 biji prune (kisar dengan sedikit air lebih kurang 2 camca besar air, setakat boleh kisar dah cukup)&lt;br /&gt;5 biji prune (hiris kasar)&lt;br /&gt;5 biji telur&lt;br /&gt;1 sudu teh ovallette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cara :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Didihkan air dalam pengukus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Putarkan butter/gula/susu sehingga sebati.&lt;br /&gt;3. Masukkan telur satu per satu dan putar lagi.&lt;br /&gt;4. Masukkan ovallette dan putar lagi&lt;br /&gt;4. Masukkan prune yg telah dikisar dan putar lagi&lt;br /&gt;5. Masukkan tepung sedikit demi sedikit dan kacau hingga sebati.&lt;br /&gt;6. Akhir sekali masukkan prune yg dihiris kasar dan kacau dengan senduk sudah memadai.&lt;br /&gt;7. Griskan loyang dengan butter dan alaskan dengan kertas minyak, tuang adunan ke dalam loyang dan kukus selama 1 1/2 jam.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kalau nak bagi cantik, letakkan beberapa biji prune di atas adunan sebelum dikukus sebagai hiasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I baked this cupcakes for them too. Using my previous recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R1OUq24Q2vI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HhxxUF_bjac/s1600-R/DSCF0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R1OUq24Q2vI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nSECfOqzDL8/s400/DSCF0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139615063766784754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- i'm not well, so I won't be updating this blog regularly.&lt;br /&gt;For the 'real reason' why I didn't blog for a long time...wait for my next entry...maybe 'a few next'...:):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1644664640327975235?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1644664640327975235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1644664640327975235&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1644664640327975235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1644664640327975235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/12/prune-steamed-cake-cupcakes-hajj.html' title='Prune Steamed Cake, Cupcakes, Hajj'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R1OSJm4Q2uI/AAAAAAAAAho/YWgkMcPqHYY/s72-c/DSCF0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5212660390456977308</id><published>2007-11-29T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:33:00.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R05AzgjjeKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/46kNAZOMhgg/s1600-h/beach.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R05AzgjjeKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/46kNAZOMhgg/s400/beach.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115478532880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 18 non-blogging days... But I felt like I haven't been blogging for months...until I quite adapted life without the internet....believe it or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have I been???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that I was stranded in a deserted island without any phone lines or internet connection. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending my days by the beach. Taking a stroll or reading my favorite novels by the seaside.&lt;br /&gt;When its get too hot outside...i was back into the villa, drinking lemonade that was always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah...too good to be true....&lt;br /&gt;Because..it isn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I didn't blog the last few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;lets just say that I was stranded in a deserted island without any phone lines or internet connection. :) :) ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;p/s- thanks to those who r concerned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5212660390456977308?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5212660390456977308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5212660390456977308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5212660390456977308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5212660390456977308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back.........'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/R05AzgjjeKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/46kNAZOMhgg/s72-c/beach.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6087930299702620875</id><published>2007-11-11T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:04:35.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Expensive To Be Healthy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzfbHR1RiZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/V2PEMBuY8jY/s1600-h/healthy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzfbHR1RiZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/V2PEMBuY8jY/s400/healthy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131811218504386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is very true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If during the old time...people eat their own produce...they go fishing for their lunch...the pluck the vegetables from the back garden...its differs now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't do that anymore. No more vegetables gardens, fishing is just for fun..&lt;br /&gt;We buy food ready made from stalls (which God know how it is prepared)...&lt;br /&gt;We buy vege, dairy products, etc from the hypermarket, which is produce in bulk...and God know what kind of chemical they put in the soil or injected or in the cow's food..&lt;br /&gt;Plus the ever worsening pollution, that can break up the nutrition cycle...what could be worse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you know that pollution per se can increase your cells oxidation? Which if excessive in certain cells..it will become cancerous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do much about the pollution...we can always recycle...do our best to beat/prevent the pollution, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But food wise...is it possible to grow our own vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;Nope..everyone is living a rat race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rzfbox1RiaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jMMksOKcmPM/s1600-h/vegetable.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rzfbox1RiaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jMMksOKcmPM/s320/vegetable.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131811794030004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best alternatives is organic food...&lt;br /&gt;But WOW...just look how much organic vegetables cost you? Is that within our population budget? No... Did you notice that organic chicken eggs...it cost twice as much from the non-organic eggs...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it true that to be healthy is very costly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at our other alternatives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those poorly-prepared food, inorganic fresh produce, the pollution, etc do extreme harm to our body. How to counter act this so called 'oxidation' process in our body?&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there are forms of anti-oxidant.&lt;br /&gt;There are nutritional supplement.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dietition friend...she would always promote- No to nutritional supplement...eat a balance diet...follow the food pyramid...&lt;br /&gt;Is that possible? I'm sure there are some of us that eat according to the food pyramid. I bet only 5% can achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;How about the rest of us? Did you remember to eat 6-8 servings of vegetables a day every day? Have you cut down your fat intake? How about fiber, which is equally important?&lt;br /&gt;And this goes back to supplement? Do we really need them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes it seems we do.&lt;br /&gt;But there are hundreds of brand to choose from? How to pick the best?&lt;br /&gt;I read, and I read. I read books, journal, etc, just to select the best. I won't go into details about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...to beat 'oxidation' with supplement is costly too. A month supply of complete supplement can cost hundreds. Is that within our population budget. I guess a no to that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important thing to be healthy is EXERCISE. People tend to neglect this. Including me :). Some time, we don't even have time to exercise. (I save about this next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzfeSx1RibI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vJtDh8ygf_k/s1600-h/exercise-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzfeSx1RibI/AAAAAAAAAhY/vJtDh8ygf_k/s320/exercise-cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131814714607765938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..what do you think... Is It Expensive To Be Healthy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6087930299702620875?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6087930299702620875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6087930299702620875&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6087930299702620875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6087930299702620875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-expensive-to-be-healthy.html' title='Is It Expensive To Be Healthy...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzfbHR1RiZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/V2PEMBuY8jY/s72-c/healthy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3758121437228420016</id><published>2007-11-10T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T18:03:23.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laiqa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla...bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arsenal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jersey'/><title type='text'>The Dream Team- keep dreaming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVxJR1RiTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q6TP_95s3L4/s1600-h/DSCF0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVxJR1RiTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q6TP_95s3L4/s320/DSCF0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131131754678159666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is a very wet Saturday. It has been raining almost all day.&lt;br /&gt;And I am so bored. I have been bloghopping...to cheer things up, but not many updated their blogs during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not in the mood to write anything as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the photo of my two sweethearts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVxAB1RiSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AH5_5Mdn8w0/s1600-h/DSCF0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVxAB1RiSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AH5_5Mdn8w0/s320/DSCF0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131131595764369698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVw4h1RiRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tuj28VGg2PI/s1600-h/DSCF0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVw4h1RiRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tuj28VGg2PI/s320/DSCF0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131131466915350802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both the jersey were bought by Pok Chik...it's too big for Laiqa...&lt;br /&gt;She hates anything to do with boys clothing. The first time we showed her this jersey, she quickly grab it and hid it under the desk.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today she agrees to wear just during the 'photo session'.&lt;br /&gt;She is just so 'girly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, her 'tok ayah' (my father-in-law), bought her a superman suit complete with cape...she cried and threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;Bought her something pink..she will definitely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVwgx1RiQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6wGpjBU37rI/s1600-h/DSCF0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVwgx1RiQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/6wGpjBU37rI/s320/DSCF0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131131058893457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3758121437228420016?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3758121437228420016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3758121437228420016&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3758121437228420016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3758121437228420016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/dream-team-keep-dreaming.html' title='The Dream Team- keep dreaming....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzVxJR1RiTI/AAAAAAAAAgI/q6TP_95s3L4/s72-c/DSCF0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6462657794701758110</id><published>2007-11-09T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:29:12.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seafood'/><title type='text'>What's for lunch?- lala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzQknx1RiPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/H4NSe4xmfDQ/s1600-h/DSCF0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzQknx1RiPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/H4NSe4xmfDQ/s320/DSCF0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130766141292120306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the blog...and saw this delicious dish in &lt;a href="http://yummylicious-jun.blogspot.com/2007/09/lala-masak-lemak-daun-kesum.html"&gt;Jun's&lt;/a&gt; blog...&lt;br /&gt;Since there's some lala in the freezer...so, I should cook this rather than my usual sweet sour lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just copy and paste the recipe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;lala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;santan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;cili api (ikut suka pedas)-tumbuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3 biji bawang merah-tumbuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1 ulas bawang putih-tumbuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1/2 in lengkuas-tumbuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1/2 in kunyit-tumbuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;daun kesum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;garam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;masuk aje sume2 dalam periuk. didihkan hingga masak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6462657794701758110?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6462657794701758110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6462657794701758110&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6462657794701758110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6462657794701758110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-for-lunch-lala.html' title='What&apos;s for lunch?- lala'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzQknx1RiPI/AAAAAAAAAfo/H4NSe4xmfDQ/s72-c/DSCF0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7137574426193809094</id><published>2007-11-08T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:44:07.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><title type='text'>The Baking Itch is back... red velvet cupcakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKhQh1RiOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RYKauo1TWQA/s1600-h/DSCF0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKhQh1RiOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RYKauo1TWQA/s320/DSCF0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130340230860212450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup...feel like baking again...and playing with frosting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKg-B1RiNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qCw_qDL0jwA/s1600-h/DSCF0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKg-B1RiNI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qCw_qDL0jwA/s320/DSCF0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130339913032632530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time it's 'RED VELVET' cupcakes. Did you notice...the cake is red...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forget to take the 'cake-only' picture (so u can see that it really is red).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKgox1RiMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Pso3DNYQzn0/s1600-h/DSCF0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKgox1RiMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Pso3DNYQzn0/s200/DSCF0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130339547960412354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The recipe...I'll update later...too lazy to type out recipe now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7137574426193809094?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7137574426193809094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7137574426193809094&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7137574426193809094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7137574426193809094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/baking-itch-is-back.html' title='The Baking Itch is back... red velvet cupcakes...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RzKhQh1RiOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RYKauo1TWQA/s72-c/DSCF0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-672540235909644746</id><published>2007-11-06T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:36:00.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car seat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buckle up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seat belts'/><title type='text'>Buckle Up...</title><content type='html'>I was bloghopping in &lt;a href="http://drzeze.wordpress.com/2007/10/09/iklan-raya/"&gt;drzeze's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and found this clip, which is suspense, but yet hillarious, and informative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kKcA1s0klE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kKcA1s0klE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether this clip is officially from proton, or just a spoof clip, but it's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale...always buckle your seatbelts...it can safe you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_6RzXsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ID5fPAIYsU/s1600-h/DSCF0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_6RzXsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ID5fPAIYsU/s320/DSCF0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129593684352591714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two kids...I always make sure they wear their seatbelts before a journey, but...they always 'get out' of their fastened seatbelts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_7CTXsZ3I/AAAAAAAAAew/93I1opLNilY/s1600-h/DSCF0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_7CTXsZ3I/AAAAAAAAAew/93I1opLNilY/s320/DSCF0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129594517576247154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_7uDXsZ4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/IcLcflPzSsI/s1600-h/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_7uDXsZ4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/IcLcflPzSsI/s320/DSCF0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129595269195523970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_8LzXsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/APRn7HFL9oY/s1600-h/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_8LzXsZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/APRn7HFL9oY/s320/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129595780296632210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-672540235909644746?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/672540235909644746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=672540235909644746&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/672540235909644746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/672540235909644746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/buckle-up.html' title='Buckle Up...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_6RzXsZ2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ID5fPAIYsU/s72-c/DSCF0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5689736053575587166</id><published>2007-11-06T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:35:09.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duit raya'/><title type='text'>It is So Unsafe Out There- even during Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_EmjXsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/M7GOwU8nxoc/s1600-h/DSCF0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_EmjXsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/M7GOwU8nxoc/s200/DSCF0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129534667206977362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving have been a norm and tradition in our country. That’s why giving ‘duit raya’ and ‘ang pows’, etc have been a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount to be given have also increased from year to year. As for this year, there are rarely people give ‘duit raya’ less than RM5. I was not aware of those anyway. But my kids have been receiving at least RM5, even from someone we rarely know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, on the other hand should be grateful for this gesture. Grateful and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are still people who are taking advantage of this situation. During Hari Raya, there will always children from other village walk around from one house to the other, from one village to another, visiting ‘neighbours’. Eventhough I don’t think a house which is more than 5kilometres than their own house as neighbours, moreover it’s a house of someone they haven’t even met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Do you think this ‘norm’ is normal? Or it shouldn’t happened?&lt;br /&gt;As we are aware, visiting friends and relatives during this festive season is highly suggested as this is the time for us to ask for forgiveness and to strenghten the bonds (because we rarely meet). To forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even some of this children who steals from the host. One of my distant relatives who of course, being too kind and generous to invite this kids in for tea, only to end up with one of the kids stealing his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the news a few days after 1st Syawal, there were two girls who went to an ‘unknown’ house for ‘hari raya’. Ended up being raped by the host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this habit (or is it the tradition) of visiting other people houses a good one. Or should we discouraged the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s a good thing as long as we visit our friends and relatives, together with the parents/adult. Children going out on their own to houses that they are not familiar with, shouldn’t be practice nowadays….it’s just not safe…for the host and also the children.&lt;br /&gt;Will that dampen the spirit of ‘Eid’?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5689736053575587166?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5689736053575587166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5689736053575587166&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5689736053575587166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5689736053575587166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-so-unsafe-out-there-even-during.html' title='It is So Unsafe Out There- even during Eid'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry_EmjXsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAeg/M7GOwU8nxoc/s72-c/DSCF0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6705591843114970995</id><published>2007-11-05T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:10:11.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uninvited guest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biawak'/><title type='text'>Uninvited Guest</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday. The day was not that bright, in fact, it was a wet Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;We were in the living room, when suddenly, there was this squeking sound coming from the sliding door.&lt;br /&gt;That must be a beetle got trapped at the curtain. The sounds so loud, that we thought it came from the inside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Umar started throwing his toys toward the curtain (being 'brave' he is), and nothing happened. No movement. I swept the curtain aside, then only I saw a rather large paw on the glass panel of the sliding door.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness...there's a large lizard (or is that iguana) anyway, we called it 'biawak'. It's huge ok.&lt;br /&gt;Not the tiny one that I seldom see climbing up trees at my 'kampung'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry5xtzXsZ0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/91eNR2-U9PA/s1600-h/DSCF0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry5xtzXsZ0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/91eNR2-U9PA/s320/DSCF0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129162057319212866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The picture a bit blur since the 'biawak' was moving away from our sliding door, towards the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just sat on the couch watching. The 'biawak' must have seen its own reflection on the glass, that's why its been scratching and making funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry5xWTXsZzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hOsAMkDtNYM/s1600-h/DSCF0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry5xWTXsZzI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hOsAMkDtNYM/s320/DSCF0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129161653592287026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The 'biawak' making a tour in our front garden. (smelling the flower). Can you see the large flower pot near it's tail, and just guess how large it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it walked out the gate, only to turn back after a few minutes 'stop-and-think' outside. It did this a few times too, walked out, then come back. The 'biawak' even pooped as a farewell gift for us.&lt;br /&gt;It left after about an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;The 'ultraman' of the house was freaking out. Eventhough he did boast to the father when he called later that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6705591843114970995?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6705591843114970995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6705591843114970995&amp;isPopup=true' title='121 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6705591843114970995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6705591843114970995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/uninvited-guest.html' title='Uninvited Guest'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Ry5xtzXsZ0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/91eNR2-U9PA/s72-c/DSCF0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>121</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2317186759980383941</id><published>2007-11-01T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:39:26.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ikan pekasam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runny nose'/><title type='text'>Down with Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rylq4TXsZyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mHscrkkuxiA/s1600-h/sneeze.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rylq4TXsZyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mHscrkkuxiA/s400/sneeze.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127747166242891554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well today...infact...i'm feeling blue..........&lt;br /&gt;Blame the flu bug.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...i'm having flu........&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it.....hate all the things that are associated with flu.....&lt;br /&gt;Hate runny nose...blowing into the tissue every 30 seconds or so...&lt;br /&gt;Sneezes...&lt;br /&gt;The nose will be red like a clown.....&lt;br /&gt;I almost lost my voice. since last night I sounded like a very husky man. Hahahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;And the lazy bug always accompany the flu bug...&lt;br /&gt;Hate all the bugs........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things 'worst' my parents made a surprise visit yesterday, late afternoon.....&lt;br /&gt;There's a good to it too.... my mum will hang the clothes to dry, sweep the floor, mop it, clean the bushes that starts growing in my back and front garden, etc.....things that i'm not fond to do...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I managed to bake orange cupcakes for their tea yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RykoEjXsZwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/syt6r8qShaQ/s1600-h/DSCF0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RykoEjXsZwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/syt6r8qShaQ/s320/DSCF0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127673709417228034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cook 'ikan keli masak lemak', chicken soup for the kids and fried 'ikan pekasam' (fermented fish), which is my all time favourite, (amidst my runny nose and sneezes) for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RykobjXsZxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fXRq_z9-f_Q/s1600-h/DSCF0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RykobjXsZxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/fXRq_z9-f_Q/s320/DSCF0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127674104554219282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more soothing than eating 'ikan pekasam' with a plate of hot steaming rice. Yummy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2317186759980383941?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2317186759980383941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2317186759980383941&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2317186759980383941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2317186759980383941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-with-flu.html' title='Down with Flu'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rylq4TXsZyI/AAAAAAAAAeI/mHscrkkuxiA/s72-c/sneeze.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-84671875470457481</id><published>2007-10-31T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:40:36.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Cake</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned &lt;a href="http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hands-are-itchyto-bake.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that I really missed baking and eating chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home (ipoh) late on Saturday. Went to TESCO to buy the week groceries. As soon as I arrived home, yup....baking time.&lt;br /&gt;Made this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyhCtDXsZvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Fl8499Qq1N4/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyhCtDXsZvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Fl8499Qq1N4/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127421517527541490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I planned to visit a blogger friend's house that afternoon and bring her this cake, but time was not in our side... We didn't go anywhere..., since it's already late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mr AB brought the cake to his office to share with his officemate on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://darthvadai.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-monday-could-not-have-been-better.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see... (this one from Darthvadai blog)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the recipe in my previous post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we have this at home- put a slice of the cake on a plate. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream, pour melted chocolate over and add some toasted almonds... sinful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-84671875470457481?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/84671875470457481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=84671875470457481&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/84671875470457481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/84671875470457481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/chocolate-cake.html' title='Chocolate Cake'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyhCtDXsZvI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Fl8499Qq1N4/s72-c/DSC00080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7118151928856376052</id><published>2007-10-30T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:30:33.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy who spoils the Raya photo</title><content type='html'>He loves it when people snap his pictures, but he wouldn't cooperate if ask to pose nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our family raya pictures are spoilt by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below are cropped from our family Raya pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybqgDXsZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/05aKigTmRKo/s1600-h/umarraya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybqgDXsZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/05aKigTmRKo/s400/umarraya2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127043062189287058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybqWzXsZoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mz8FKKt-nxk/s1600-h/umarraya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybqWzXsZoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mz8FKKt-nxk/s400/umarraya1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127042903275497090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybpYTXsZnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/01tBOCgDWRE/s1600-h/umarraya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybpYTXsZnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/01tBOCgDWRE/s400/umarraya3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127041829533673074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very beautiful picture of Laiqa, only to be spoilt by Umar. (picture taken during my BIL wedding last August)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rybr9jXsZsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tzWs42hXiZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rybr9jXsZsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/tzWs42hXiZ8/s400/DSCF0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127044668507055810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can't even take a decent picture of him alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybuhDXsZtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_60ltp6V8FE/s1600-h/DSC00069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybuhDXsZtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/_60ltp6V8FE/s400/DSC00069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127047477415667410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7118151928856376052?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7118151928856376052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7118151928856376052&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7118151928856376052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7118151928856376052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/boy-who-spoils-raya-photo.html' title='The boy who spoils the Raya photo'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RybqgDXsZpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/05aKigTmRKo/s72-c/umarraya2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2611041774215071347</id><published>2007-10-29T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:58:38.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>Just got back after spending a week and half in the metropolitan city of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew...the serenity in Ipoh is just marvellous...immediately you can feel the relax, 'sit-back and enjoy' life here. Differ from the rat race in KL. Be it a 'dead' city as most people call it...i still love it here. But, have to face the reality...not much opportunity here, career wise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Sunday, we went to TESCO, which is only 5minutes away from home to buy the week supply of groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVIDTXsZjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/48bYKTHv7aY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVIDTXsZjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/48bYKTHv7aY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126582972407637554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by a hair saloon for Laiqa's fisrt hair cut. Her hair is already waist length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cut her hair before, only during her 'bercukur' which was when she was 7 days old, we shaved her, then that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVKNzXsZkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oF8miSvUIaI/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVKNzXsZkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oF8miSvUIaI/s320/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585351819519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in her best behaviour. Sat still throughout the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVLuzXsZmI/AAAAAAAAAck/aw62WKg_z1k/s1600-h/DSC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVLuzXsZmI/AAAAAAAAAck/aw62WKg_z1k/s320/DSC00075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126587018266830434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa with her new hair cut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVLMTXsZlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Q9CkWyera9I/s1600-h/DSC00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVLMTXsZlI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Q9CkWyera9I/s320/DSC00079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586425561343570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2611041774215071347?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2611041774215071347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2611041774215071347&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2611041774215071347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2611041774215071347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-first-hair-cut.html' title='Her First Hair Cut'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyVIDTXsZjI/AAAAAAAAAcM/48bYKTHv7aY/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3923275679174592304</id><published>2007-10-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:06:16.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prawn'/><title type='text'>Cereal Butter Prawn</title><content type='html'>I always think about updating my blog every day. And usually I have no idea what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;No that is not quite true. The truth is, I always have tons of ideas. So many until I can't pick which I will write about first. And thus, end up, blogging about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway whenever I'm confuse, food always comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids love this dish, especially the cereals part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyHiqDXsZiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZAW_gmwHm0E/s1600-h/DSCF0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyHiqDXsZiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZAW_gmwHm0E/s320/DSCF0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125627063011403298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 large prawns, clean, deveined and fry about 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, sliced thinly&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic, chopped&lt;br /&gt;curry leaves&lt;br /&gt;a few bird's eyes chillies (u can chopped this, but, I didn't since i'm serving to kids too)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg yolk, beat&lt;br /&gt;1 cup nestum cereal (adjust the amount as you wished)&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-melt butter in a frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;-saute onion, garlic.&lt;br /&gt;-add curry leaves and chillies&lt;br /&gt;-after a few minutes, pour in egg yolks while you stir none stop (this to make sure the egg yolk fried into tiny pieces)&lt;br /&gt;-add nestum, keep stirring for a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;-add prawns, salt and pepper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3923275679174592304?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3923275679174592304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3923275679174592304&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3923275679174592304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3923275679174592304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/cereal-butter-prawn.html' title='Cereal Butter Prawn'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RyHiqDXsZiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZAW_gmwHm0E/s72-c/DSCF0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2383896569603311461</id><published>2007-10-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:00:57.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla...bla...'/><title type='text'>My hands are itchy...to bake...</title><content type='html'>I am in KL right now...&lt;br /&gt;So, the place here have no oven. Only microwave. I felt so handicapped. I've been heresince last Wednesday. I am supposed to go back to Ipoh last Sunday, but my 'ever dearest AB' canceled at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;And now after a week of no cooking and baking...I have this  urge to bake. To bake a delicious, moist chocolate cake to be precised. Not too sweet not too bitter, just the right amount of sugar and cocoa...and some acidity, that would make the perfect chocolate cake. Yummy...can't wait to be back home.. May be I'll make some topping too...whipping cream would be good...but chocolate fudge would be better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2383896569603311461?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2383896569603311461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2383896569603311461&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2383896569603311461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2383896569603311461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hands-are-itchyto-bake.html' title='My hands are itchy...to bake...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3083874967545684094</id><published>2007-10-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:17:09.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla...bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidilfitri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familyphoto1'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak - 1 Syawal 1428</title><content type='html'>Raya was marvellous...as usual... No 'happenings', no saucy gossips....just the usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RxpNGeJ9YkI/AAAAAAAAAas/oC9WH7qVW1A/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123492299656749634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RxpNGeJ9YkI/AAAAAAAAAas/oC9WH7qVW1A/s200/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated first 'raya' in Perak...my 'kampung'...this year. Last Syawal, we've spent a week in Kelantan. Not because my 'ever dearest' AB have loong holiday...It was because my MIL passed away a few days before 'Raya' and we were there for the funeral and for 7 days of 'tahlil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we celebrated in Lenggong. Yup...Lenggong is a very small town (a 'cowboy' town to be exact) in Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year first Syawal...all my brothers were there. This was the first time all of us were there since...10-20 years. Before this there must be one of us who celebrated first raya at their in-law's. We did take family pictures (which were taken using my eldest bro (Long's) very 'canggih', brand new SLR camera- he is very into photography). He haven't email me those pics. I might post them here once I get them from him. (p/s- kakak, pls remind abah to email me those photos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were taken using my Ngah's O2 (who are in US since 2nd raya and I doubt he will ever email me those photos). A few using my Chik's digicam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting, a few numbers of pictures taken by my Mr. AB using his new 'raya' toy- which he had wanted to buy for quite sometimes, only to be delayed by his lovely wife (that would be ME), because I still doesn't think that he need that PDA phone. Anyway I'm glad he bought them...because I am sooo...happy seing him being so 'jakun' and everything with that 'toy'. He even slept with it the first week he bought that PDA. ehhheheh (actually, he already owned a PDA, which had been broken by his most beloved wife (which is ME)- I sat on it, and broke the screen). Thanks darling for not being angry with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may be I would download the photos from his PDA later, since he's busy watching football at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plenty of food. One of my SIL brought lots of home-cooked food which she had prepared from KL, including her delicious 'chicken sambal', ketupat, chicken rendang, etc. The other SIL prepared 'kuah kacang'. Another SIL cooked 'nasi hujan panas' with 'ayam masak merah'. And my mum prepared 'lemang' and rendang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day eating, eating, eating and eating. Oh yes...we also visited our uncles and aunties houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RxpOz-J9YlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/p3VVLdGwslA/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123494180852425298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RxpOz-J9YlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/p3VVLdGwslA/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night- I went to a small gathering of my ex-schoolmates, which was held in Tasek Raban Resort. I brought some cupcakes. My hubby tagged along (actually, I forced him to tag along...hehhe). I left Umar with 'atuk'. Not many turn up. Anyway it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back around 11pm, only to see Umar waiting at the door, hands on his hips. As I stepped out of the car, he started with his 'motherly' speech...'why you go out until late at night? You should come back earlier. bla bla bla....' (and now, he had taken over the job as a mom...). Talking about freedom....my free days had long gone.... I can't even go out late at night...if it's not the hubby...then it's the son who started nagging at me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who attended the gathering (I know some of you have been the silent reader of my blog)...it was really nice meeting you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asmeda, Lynda and Nozie...time really flies...&lt;em&gt;x sempat habiskan gosip2 terkini...&lt;/em&gt;we shud meet up again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the seniors...which I only knew from the 'cyber' world all this time, (and thru phone calls and sms)...all of you have been great sport... and very friendly....thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ALL OF YOU......have a great raya... don't stuff yourself tooo much with all the lemang, rendang, etc..... If you do...don't complain if your pants size increase a few inches...it's your own fault...:):):) (and don't blame your 'baju', - the 'kain' did not shrink...okay!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3083874967545684094?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3083874967545684094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3083874967545684094&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3083874967545684094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3083874967545684094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak - 1 Syawal 1428'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RxpNGeJ9YkI/AAAAAAAAAas/oC9WH7qVW1A/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7599268766776811276</id><published>2007-10-11T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:47:41.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya preparations...</title><content type='html'>Many people may have started their hols... Many are busy with their raya preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm cleaning the house, dusting, sweeping, mopping and all the 'cleaning' things that I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, my house don't have that many furniture, if not, those furnitures will make dusting, sweeping, etc, more, more difficult.&lt;br /&gt; Mr 'AB' the 'ever dearest won't be home until late today. We will only be heading back to my 'kampung' (which only an hour drive from here) tomorrow- late afternoon, because I need to bake some cakes to bring back.  I always prefer to do the baking in my own kitchen. Mainly because I have larger oven. My mum's oven is the round oven, that you can't control the temperature, etc. And in my in-law's, they don't have an oven at all.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, if I bake those cakes in my 'kampung', they will be lots of 'fan' keen on watching my everysteps.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what cakes should I bake?? How many? Have to decide later.&lt;br /&gt;May be some cupcakes will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, have to tidy up the kitchen, and to some packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-7599268766776811276?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7599268766776811276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7599268766776811276&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7599268766776811276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7599268766776811276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/raya-preparations.html' title='Raya preparations...'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-7929220336737277176</id><published>2007-10-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:09:15.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEALTH'/><title type='text'>HEALTH :QUESTION &amp; ANSWER SESSION</title><content type='html'>I always promote health.. Yea..what else someone from a medical field to do, other than promoting health (and baking :D).&lt;br /&gt;Every year resolutions is always...have a healthier year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i found this from &lt;a href="http://darthvadai.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Vadai Has Landed&lt;/a&gt;, and found it very funny...&lt;br /&gt;Funny, hillarious in a sarcastic way...which I like....hahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;So, I 'cilok' this and paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEALTH :QUESTION &amp;amp; ANSWER SESSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a MIXED GRILL can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A : Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO. Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P/s- after reading this-&lt;br /&gt;to my dearest AB- you still have to take your supplements, daily. and you still need to invest on that jogging shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And you still haven't bought me the exercise dvd that i've been requesting for nearly 2 years. (I need to get my abs back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAT A BALANCE DIET&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;REGULAR EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;NUTRITIONAL SUPPLEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;POSITIVE THINKING&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;HEALTHY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7646033882301533888-7929220336737277176?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7929220336737277176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=7929220336737277176&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7929220336737277176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/7929220336737277176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/health-question-answer-session.html' title='HEALTH :QUESTION &amp; ANSWER SESSION'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-3887943983702394688</id><published>2007-10-08T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T07:00:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgghhhhh......</title><content type='html'>Fashion disaster.....&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..not really...&lt;br /&gt;Raya dress disaster actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the state of nearly-panicking...not yet panic...&lt;br /&gt;Reason...- Laiqa didn't have any 'baju kurung' for this raya...&lt;br /&gt;and mine is a disaster...&lt;br /&gt;I went to the tailor yesterday...after receiving the text message from her, that our dresses are ready.&lt;br /&gt;I sent a '&lt;a href="http://webindia123.com/women/attire/sari.htm"&gt;sari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://webindia123.com/women/attire/sari.htm"&gt;'&lt;/a&gt;(which is given to me by Mr AB's friend- which he bought in Chennai) to the tailor to 'transform' it from a sari into a loose 'kebaya' for me and a 'baju kurung' for Laiqa. As you all aware...'sari' is very long (around 5.5metre), which I estimated should be enough for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;And the finished product.....&lt;br /&gt;A loose 'kebaya' for me, with a slit skirt!!! How am I gonna wear that???&lt;br /&gt;And a sleeveless dress with organza skirt (which is very much similar with the one she wore to my BIL's wedding last August)! Reason she made this dress for Laiqa is that, after finished sewing my 'baju', the sari left is just aroung 0.25m... so, only enough for the body part of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;She should have inform me earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really pissed me off. It's already a few days from the 'eve', and how can I alter my skirt (how to 'unslit' the 'slit') and what am I gonna do about Laiqa's 'baju kurung'??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwlkMOJ9YjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jpCC11npUW0/s1600-h/pissed-off.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwlkMOJ9YjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jpCC11npUW0/s200/pissed-off.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118732612604355122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried looking for ready-made 'baju kurung' for her. Went to Tesco ( since they sent flyers- that stated they are selling baju raya for kids 2years old and above). But, in the store itself, they have only for adult. I tried going to 'Greentown Mall' which is famous with ready-made baju kurung, but the traffic to get there started from the hospital (if you aren't familiar with Ipoh, It's about 1-2 kilometres from the mall itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of sewing one myself...only to be discouraged by Mr hubby.&lt;br /&gt;"You still have some cookies to bake to bring back to the 'kampungs' and both side (my own family in Perak and my hubby's) requesting cupcakes for this raya. Yes...yes... lets get some cloth for you to sew....",  That's what he said...rather sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan- I will wear the orange dress that I wore for my BIL's wedding. And keep searching for Laiqa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how about your 'baju raya'? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-3887943983702394688?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3887943983702394688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=3887943983702394688&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3887943983702394688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/3887943983702394688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/arrgghhhhh.html' title='Arrgghhhhh......'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwlkMOJ9YjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jpCC11npUW0/s72-c/pissed-off.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-319383861668127217</id><published>2007-10-06T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:13:06.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Buah Melaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rwa25-J9YiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7Cqoop0b6pQ/s1600-h/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rwa25-J9YiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7Cqoop0b6pQ/s200/DSCF0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117979133606715938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far, the simplest 'kuih' to be made.&lt;br /&gt;So, since it's too simple, I have trouble writing the recipe up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the correct @ clear cut amount/weight of the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare the filling beforehand. The recipe &lt;a href="http://lovingdoc.blogspot/2007/06/kuih-ketayap.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just throw the glutinous rice flour in and mix it with enough water (plain water, mix with 1/2 tbsp of salt and s few drops of green food coloring*).&lt;br /&gt;Mix it so that it will make a dough that doesn't stick to the hands.&lt;br /&gt;Divide dough into slightly-smaller-than-lime-size balls.&lt;br /&gt;Put about half teaspoon of filling in the middle, and roll into balls.&lt;br /&gt;After finished with all the dough, boil water in a pot.&lt;br /&gt;When the water is boiling, drop the balls into it.&lt;br /&gt;It will cookedd when it float. Scoop the balls out with a perforatedd ladle, and tossed into a mix of grated coconut and a pinch of salt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-319383861668127217?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/319383861668127217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=319383861668127217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/319383861668127217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/319383861668127217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/buah-melaka.html' title='Buah Melaka'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rwa25-J9YiI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7Cqoop0b6pQ/s72-c/DSCF0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6635007431617651113</id><published>2007-10-05T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:46:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child kidnap Trick</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;a href="http://asianapat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,please read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:25 pm (PST)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Child Kidnap Trick in Carrefour, JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not have little kids, pass this one on to everyone you can think of. You never know who you might save by sending this e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;Please, take the time and forward this to any friend who has children &amp;amp; grandchildren! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share something that happened today while shopping at Carrefour. A mother was leaning over looking for meat and turned around to find her 4 years old daughter was missing. I was standing there right beside her, and she was calling her daughter with no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked a man who worked at Carrefour to announce it over the loud-speaker. He did, and left me, he immediately walked right past me when I asked and went to a pole where there was a phone. He made an announcement for all the doors and gates to be locked, a code something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they locked all the doors at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took all of 3 minutes after I asked the guy to do this. They found the little girl 5 minutes later in a bathroom stall drugged. Her head was half shaved, and she was dressed in her underwear with a bag of clothes, a razor, and wig sitting on the floor beside her, to make her look different. Whoever this person was, took the little girl, brought her into the bathroom, shaved half her head, and undressed her in a matter of less than 10 minutes. This makes me shake to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep a close eye on your kids when in big places where it's easy for you to get separated like Shopping Malls. It only took a few minutes to do all of that. Another 5 minutes and she would have been out the door. I am still in shock that some sick person could do this, let alone in a matter of minutes. The days are over when our little ones could run rampant all over the place and nothing worse would happen then them annoying people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl is fine. Thank God for fast workers who didn't take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE SURE TO FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE, SO THEY REMEMBER JUST HOW SICK PEOPLE ARE OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6635007431617651113?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6635007431617651113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6635007431617651113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6635007431617651113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6635007431617651113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/child-kidnap-trick.html' title='Child kidnap Trick'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-1116522769375913371</id><published>2007-10-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T01:27:13.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road safety'/><title type='text'>Heavy Rain....</title><content type='html'>We were heading back to Ipoh the other day when it started to rain cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a frequent driver, and have happened to drive in heavy rain, you will notice that many Malaysian drivers, switch on their vehicles' hazard lights during this heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in Malaysia, you don't need to stop behind a car with hazard lights on, nor you need to offer any help, as they are not in any kind of emergency, and their vehicles are not hazardous to other motorists.&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, vehicles with hazard light on, meaning, that the condition of the road is...well, dangerous than usual. This is not the new traffic law- but rather this kind of habit had been adapted by seeing people doing it, and you tend to follow, with lack of knowledge and reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the failure of our country's system or is it just the mere ignorance shown by the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, please remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Use hazard lights only when needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adapt this paragraph from &lt;a href="http://www.googobits.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many drivers use hazard lights wrongly, switching them on to show other drivers that road conditions are hazardous. Most do this because the drivers ahead are doing it. This is a mistake, because hazard lights can be very distracting and cause glare that limits your vision and confuses drivers ahead and behind you. Only use hazard lights to warn other drivers that your vehicle is, or is about to become, a road hazard – engine is overheating, brakes are faulty, or your wipers are defective – and that you are slowing down to stop. You should also use it when you are in an emergency – feeling sick or rushing someone to a hospital – or when the car ahead of you has an accident and you want to warn other cars behind you. Otherwise, don’t add to the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwPPpuJ9YhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iAGPPrPGC-E/s1600-h/hl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwPPpuJ9YhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iAGPPrPGC-E/s400/hl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117161917294404114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-1116522769375913371?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1116522769375913371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=1116522769375913371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1116522769375913371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/1116522769375913371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/heavy-rain.html' title='Heavy Rain....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwPPpuJ9YhI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iAGPPrPGC-E/s72-c/hl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2512885275103115984</id><published>2007-10-01T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:07:04.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Tupai???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.diyplanner.com/files/nuts-squirrel-cartoon-copyright2.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.diyplanner.com/files/nuts-squirrel-cartoon-copyright2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ado sekor anok tupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atah jula mokte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kudung ekor perut lapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jale cari make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There’s a squirrel pup&lt;br /&gt;on ‘rambutan’s’ tree&lt;br /&gt;It felt hungry&lt;br /&gt;Went to find some food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening to this ‘dikir barat’ song again and again every single day…&lt;br /&gt;Gotten tired of it….&lt;br /&gt;But it’s fun to listen since it was sung by my two kids and the daddy..&lt;br /&gt;Most of you might not be familiar with the song…&lt;br /&gt;It’s a song sung during ‘dikir barat’ performance. ‘Dikir barat’ is a traditional performance (@ is it a folk song???), that is well-known in Kelantan( a state in East Coast Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;My ‘ever dearest’ had started singing this song( just the first few lines) to Umar since he’s a baby. And then to Laiqa.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been ignoring them all this while.&lt;br /&gt;But lately, since those two kids caught up with the songs, they started singing it every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Laiqa even has her own version of the song…which is very funny, especially since she associate the squirrel to herself.&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back when we were in a hotel in Lumut, both of them and the daddy were taking a dip in the hotel’s pool, when a squirrel ran past them and up the nearby tree, stayed there a few moments and ran off.  Laiqa got even more excited with squirrel and start to make up stories using squirrel as the main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada tupai tu kan, mama&lt;br /&gt;Tupai tu lari kan mama&lt;br /&gt;Dia pegi atas pokok kan mama&lt;br /&gt;Etc, etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just go along with the flow… I’m sure the ‘thing’ about squirrel will brush off after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;For the time being…just sit back and pretend to enjoy…. (with ears focusing to listen  to the TV and ignoring the surrounding :P) and don’t forget to smile… ☺☺☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2512885275103115984?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2512885275103115984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2512885275103115984&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2512885275103115984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2512885275103115984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/anak-tupai.html' title='Anak Tupai???'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-6449464753205904343</id><published>2007-10-01T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:53:36.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><title type='text'>Iklan jap....</title><content type='html'>Due to ‘overwhelming’ response to my entry on the ‘raya cookies’, I have agreed to take in orders for those cookies. Just as a favor for those who haven’t bought any raya cookies and it’s kinda late to make any orders from other ‘cookie-maker’.&lt;br /&gt;But I have to limit the orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies that are available:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Biskut Sarang Semut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCI6eJ9YbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nf7ggStRV4w/s1600-h/DSCF0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCI6eJ9YbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nf7ggStRV4w/s200/DSCF0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116239714801508786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Plain Butter Cookies&lt;br /&gt;3.    Pineapple Tarts&lt;br /&gt;4.    Cornflakes Crunchies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJ6uJ9YeI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yuBrEHBLIvM/s1600-h/DSCF0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJ6uJ9YeI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yuBrEHBLIvM/s200/DSCF0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116240818608103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Happy Choconut Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-    Ground hazelnut mixed with coconut and high-quality imported cocoa powder, sprinkled with chocolate rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCK8-J9YgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g6EkYOCLlOY/s1600-h/DSCF0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCK8-J9YgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/g6EkYOCLlOY/s200/DSCF0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116241956774437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    My Heart Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-    strawberry flavoured with almonds nibs(chopped almonds), topped with red fondant heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJo-J9YdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/o4Lf-x-cuqw/s1600-h/DSCF0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJo-J9YdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/o4Lf-x-cuqw/s200/DSCF0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116240513665425874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Butter Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-    a miniature of ‘daisy cookies’ that I made previously&lt;br /&gt;-    sugar cookies with royal icing frosting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCKP-J9YfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K87p7brqBPk/s1600-h/DSCF0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCKP-J9YfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/K87p7brqBPk/s200/DSCF0097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116241183680324082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Double Chocolate  Chunk Cookies&lt;br /&gt;-    Chocolate chips with chopped walnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJReJ9YcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kzIuVyLPJMw/s1600-h/DSCF0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCJReJ9YcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kzIuVyLPJMw/s200/DSCF0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116240109938500034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    All cookies are packed in a plastic containers.&lt;br /&gt;•    Using only high-quality real butter and higi-quality ingredients&lt;br /&gt;•    Orders can be made by emailing me at itsmeokay@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;•    Leave your type of cookies, amount, contact details ie. Name, address, contact no.&lt;br /&gt;•    Mode of payment – bank-in Maybank account (I’ll give you the details after I’ve confirmed order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- to those who have ordereds...thanks-work in progress...:):P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-6449464753205904343?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6449464753205904343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=6449464753205904343&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6449464753205904343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/6449464753205904343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/10/iklan-jap.html' title='Iklan jap....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RwCI6eJ9YbI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nf7ggStRV4w/s72-c/DSCF0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2404717702441930676</id><published>2007-09-24T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:57:20.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla...bla...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familyphoto1'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rva2-uJ9YaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUH7WQy-uCg/s1600-h/DSCF0091_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rva2-uJ9YaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUH7WQy-uCg/s200/DSCF0091_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113475615583723938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Umar started to fast. (at his own will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to fast too",..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon,&lt;br /&gt;"Umar, adik is having her lunch. do you want to have lunch with her?", I asked him. He's still young, and this is his first attempt in fasting...I thought he might want to break fast by noon. (moreover, I did not wake him up during sahur).&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'll eat when you eat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By late afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, can I have a taste of what adik is having? Just a little, tiny miny. i don't want to break fast yet, I just want to have a taste."&lt;br /&gt;After a long explaination to him, he break fast at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's good enough for a five year-old.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect him to last later than lunch, to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2404717702441930676?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2404717702441930676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2404717702441930676&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2404717702441930676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2404717702441930676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan.....'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/Rva2-uJ9YaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/HUH7WQy-uCg/s72-c/DSCF0091_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-2204632045207483192</id><published>2007-09-22T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:41:38.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Pecan Toffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvR_y-J9YZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6kSNrzJ2tLk/s1600-h/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvR_y-J9YZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6kSNrzJ2tLk/s400/DSCF0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112851990627312018" 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;This is absolutely scrumptious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really is..once you POP, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit costly, since the market price for pecans here in Malaysia is like rm75 per kg.&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the cookbooks in BORDERS The Curve the other day, and found this recipe. It's easy enough. The book is quite expensive, can't remember the price..anyway only this recipe that interest me from that book, so i memorised it, and go to one side, began writing the recipe on the back of one of the many old bills found in my purse. Then I went back in again, to double check the recipe...(don't want to end up with silly mistake).&lt;br /&gt;Hah...what a cheap way to get a recipe yea...&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhh...don't report me in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE PECAN TOFFEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cup toasted pecans, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp light corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chocolate morsels ( chocolate chips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;Spread half of the pecans on a cookie sheet, into a 9"circle.&lt;br /&gt;Mix butter, sugar, corn syrup and water in a sauce pan.&lt;br /&gt;Heat, stir, until thick.&lt;br /&gt;Pour evenly onto the pecans.&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, spread chocolate morsels all over.&lt;br /&gt;Leave for 2-3minutes, until the chocolate melts.&lt;br /&gt;Spread the melted chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle with the rest of the pecans.&lt;br /&gt;Cool in fridge for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Take out, cut into bit-size pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s- Ab, I know u love toffee.&lt;br /&gt;so, come back quick, or I'll gonna finished them all during breakfast today...:):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-2204632045207483192?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2204632045207483192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=2204632045207483192&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2204632045207483192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/2204632045207483192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/chocolate-pecan-toffee.html' title='Chocolate Pecan Toffee'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvR_y-J9YZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6kSNrzJ2tLk/s72-c/DSCF0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-4827506979164167351</id><published>2007-09-22T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:17:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-4827506979164167351?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4827506979164167351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=4827506979164167351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4827506979164167351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/4827506979164167351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-great-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7646033882301533888.post-5981531309645271393</id><published>2007-09-21T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:13:22.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><title type='text'>Kek Lapis Asam Haw Flakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvISgBAt6II/AAAAAAAAAXE/D5V8gFc0V30/s1600-h/DSCF0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvISgBAt6II/AAAAAAAAAXE/D5V8gFc0V30/s320/DSCF0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112168868255492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I made this.&lt;br /&gt;A bit tedious...but being the lazy me, I made the layer a bit thick, so that i  can finish it up quickly. :)&lt;br /&gt;And  I'll definitely making this again this raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back in time. When I was 8years old, my mum went to her friend's house(or is it a demo cooking class??) to learn making this layered cake.&lt;br /&gt;When she came back home, she tried making this, and it's a flop. She just threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Raya...I'll be making this...so, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak, tengok...kita pandai buat...hehehheheh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I got the recipe from Lynnhassan's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, some of the dish/cakes/cookies, etc, I did not attach the recipe with them. That is because, either it's from a friend personal collection or recipes that have been emailed to me. To respect their need of privacy, i won't post them here. But you can request for it, and i can ask them the permission and forward them to you. I'm sure they would like to share them with everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvM2seJ9YYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6CaqKrjdqac/s1600-h/DSCF0124_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvM2seJ9YYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/6CaqKrjdqac/s200/DSCF0124_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112490139632624002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7646033882301533888-5981531309645271393?l=lovingdoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5981531309645271393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7646033882301533888&amp;postID=5981531309645271393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5981531309645271393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7646033882301533888/posts/default/5981531309645271393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovingdoc.blogspot.com/2007/09/kek-lapis-asam-haw-flakes.html' title='Kek Lapis Asam Haw Flakes'/><author><name>drNO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460990564031664144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/SbgXB-3sRqI/AAAAAAAABJw/n1jV9nImANU/S220/cupcakes+-+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_IVILYcty8/RvISgBAt6II/AAAAAAAAAXE/D5V8gFc0V30/s72-c/DSCF0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
