<?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-20555360</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:02:44.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Love</title><subtitle type='html'>An inspiration from my pinky little girl...LOVE YOU!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-7878992781529077219</id><published>2009-07-27T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:31:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumble..Fall...Get up Again!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a wonderful half a year I must say. Time flies so fast and it's coming to the month of Ramadan soon. As days go by, time will also leaves us. Every moment of it is so precious that we will always feel that it's not enough to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there will be new hurdles and obstacles to jump over. Sometimes, we think we knew the hurdle very well as it was always the same hurdle we see everyday but it turns out that it brings new heights and challenges each day. We stumble and fall and hurt ourselves with different degrees of pain. However, we are forced to get up again and continue the day with a new experience and lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been afraid to fall but I'm very afraid of the consequences and challenges the impact will be as I'm not prepared to lose all that I've build till this day. I hope that every hurdles I had to jump will give me new hope and make myself a stronger and better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...tell yourself, it's okay to stumble and fall BUT quickly Get Up Again so that you will not be left in the dark for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the month of Ramadan be a blessed month for me and family..;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-7878992781529077219?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/7878992781529077219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=7878992781529077219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7878992781529077219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7878992781529077219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2009/07/stumblefallget-up-again.html' title='Stumble..Fall...Get up Again!!!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-4276525784462028003</id><published>2009-04-07T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:35:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that sound??</title><content type='html'>There I was, in front of my class reading a big book to all of them. Suddenly, there was this particular yet familiar sound coming among them kids...hhmmm,before I can say something, everyone is covering their noses and shouted, "Eeee...so smelly!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was gigling and covering his mouth with his paper and I tried to contain myself too but too bad I CAN'T!!  I smiled and gigled together with him and told him this, "That's kinda of rude you know,what must you say to all your friends even though you're not doing it on purpose??" Sheepishly, he turned around and said, "Sorry!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUAHAHA...that was the second time actually I heard him doing that but the last time nobody took notice as it was quite distant but this time round, the sound can't escape their tiny ears. Haiz...what a farty day it was!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-4276525784462028003?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/4276525784462028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=4276525784462028003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/4276525784462028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/4276525784462028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-that-sound.html' title='What&apos;s that sound??'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-7839231695100812017</id><published>2009-04-02T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:58:24.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jen and B</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Bee and I went to look for Jen. Jen has a bump on his forehead and has a nice body with colourful and shining scales. So, off we went to Clementi to get him, Bee stared very long at Jen and few of his friends but finally, we decided to bring Jen home. Afraid that Jen might get bored to death all alone at home, we decided to bring B along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee was very afraid that both Jen and B may not like their new home or find it difficult to adjust. So, he once again stared at both of them and saw Jen chasing B all the time. Luckily, B is a fast runner...(&lt;em&gt;not to mention my three little kiddos who were overly excited&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee hope that this time, his passion for them will last longer and this morning, Bee was worried that Jen does not want to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..now I have more stories to tell and that includes the story of Jen and B...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-7839231695100812017?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/7839231695100812017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=7839231695100812017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7839231695100812017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7839231695100812017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2009/04/jen-and-b.html' title='Jen and B'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-986369332088553969</id><published>2009-03-31T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:19:56.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EX too many...</title><content type='html'>As you grow up, there are many things that happened to you and people around you. If you meet your schoolmates, they are now addressed as ''ex-schoolmates'', if you meet your colleagues that you ever work with, now they have become your "ex-colleagues'' and to those people whom you love them once and not now, they have become your ''EX-...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think these people who fall in this category will threaten the happy life you have now if you ever meet them again???To me, it will definitely be ''NO!''...I never look back to my past once I'm done with it but people say, "No past, no present"..its true somehow but I will definitely ensure that they never ruin the happy life that I have now and nothing could change ME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, you will never know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-986369332088553969?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/986369332088553969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=986369332088553969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/986369332088553969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/986369332088553969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2009/03/ex-too-many.html' title='EX too many...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-2519352527190279640</id><published>2009-03-30T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:27:07.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Everyone...</title><content type='html'>Hehehe...don't know where I've been for this long...but most importantly is I'm back with a very pinky look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you gonna hate or lurve it..(&lt;em&gt;i know 1 of you will hate the colour..huahaha&lt;/em&gt;) but nervertheless, it's for my girl who can't let go the girlish pink in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really blame her, can I?? She's just six hokay...anyway, I do curb her pinky taste quite a bit(&lt;em&gt;naughty me&lt;/em&gt;..) like buying for her other colours even though she persistently says pink is still the nicest shoes,bag,dress,hairband and so on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the colour will never fade away as long as she's a girl, am I right to say that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I will promise to try very hard to update you guys often..till then,stay in the pink of health..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-2519352527190279640?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/2519352527190279640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=2519352527190279640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/2519352527190279640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/2519352527190279640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-everyone.html' title='Hi Everyone...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-603494629765000950</id><published>2008-10-07T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:39:07.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst forgetful day in my LIFE!</title><content type='html'>Aiyoh, I feel so damned today. I've forgotten Bee's birthday yesterday! How could I, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is "I also don't know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went for my night class and reached home around 10.30pm. Watched t.v and did normal stuffs without the slightest remembrance of his birthday. Until this morning, Bee made an announcement to everyone, "&lt;strong&gt;NOBODY remembered my Birthday yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;!" And I went "Oh My GOD!!" How could I forget!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten anyone's birthday in my family, what's more my own hubby. I felt so guilty and so lousy..As usual Bee will go on saying all the nonsensical reasons of me forgetting his birthday, but truly deep inside, I don't mean to purposely forget his Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a bangle the day before Raya which is meant for his Birthday, but he actually already bought himself one. It somehow disheartened me..but I thought it's okay, I will ask the kids to do him a card and we will have cake cutting. But MY mind was totally erased from that data and thought. I myself can't believe that I missed his birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it's too late to do anything now.. I know he will never read my entries, I just want him to know that it's not intentional and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Happy 37th Birthday! Believe me that My love for you will never once be forgotten forever and ever!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-603494629765000950?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/603494629765000950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=603494629765000950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/603494629765000950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/603494629765000950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/10/worst-forgetful-day-in-my-life.html' title='The worst forgetful day in my LIFE!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-2944630540826143553</id><published>2008-10-07T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:17:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>As fast as it comes, now it's coming to a week of Hari Raya. Just let the pics do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my dearest friends, I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=me-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/me-1-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minta maaf sessions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abang.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/abang.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl doing a silat before asking for forgiveness, so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kakak1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/kakak1.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story of my little boy who refused to salam coz Bee forced him to wear the baju kurung. A very grudging boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=adikstory.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/adikstory.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=familyphoto1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/familyphoto1.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' grandchildren, all one year after another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kidsphoto.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/Kidsphoto.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fazlisfamily.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/fazlisfamily.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings taking a candid photoshoot...KECOH satu rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mysiblings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/mysiblings.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him, like a girl with the curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuzail.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/fuzail.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hari Raya without album photoshoots rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abangkakak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/abangkakak.jpg" width="250" breadth="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at him...can't stand those cheeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=adik-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/adik-1.jpg" width="150" breadth="100" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess and me..sure cannot miss photoshoots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farahme-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/farahme-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up as handsome boys??? Just wait and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cousins.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/cousins.jpg" width="300" breadth="350" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a day's visiting, time to sleep...don't care who's house it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=adiktidur.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/adiktidur.jpg" width="250" breadth="200" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,a nice family portrait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=myfamilyphoto-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/myfamilyphoto-1.jpg" width="350" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-2944630540826143553?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/2944630540826143553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=2944630540826143553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/2944630540826143553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/2944630540826143553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-5714867476970580009</id><published>2008-09-29T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:28:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya is C.O.M.I.N.G!</title><content type='html'>Haiz....left with one and half days to Raya. This year I seemed more relaxed and not even started to clean up my house. Why?? Actually I'm tired, lol. Tired of doing what, you may say?? Well, it's the assignment thingy again. I used to bake cookies every year but it's going to change in the next few years if I'm still studying coz my assignments are due back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just submitted one today and one last Wednesday. I only got to bake my cornflakes cookies and some pineapple tarts only for my boy to eat.Maybe tomorrow I'm going to bake some marble cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm doing most of the cleaning myself coz Bee is very busy at work. I cleaned up my kitchen's service balcony, my store room and went around running errands including buying two cartons of F&amp;amp;N carbonated drinks all by myself today at Sheng Shiong! Lucky I'm strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as you age the feeling of Raya is not as excited as when you are younger or especially when you're in the courtship period..boyfriend girlfriend gitu loh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have many little newphews and nieces.. Auntie must give money, buy things for the house and new clothes. Too many things to think and makes Raya less excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nervertheless, I still love Raya as I nicely going to put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;herish the&lt;br /&gt;O- &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ld days and&lt;br /&gt;M- &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ind the new ones as&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'m&lt;br /&gt;N- &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ever will be able to&lt;br /&gt;G-&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;et Young again&lt;em&gt;...(only at heart, lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy spring cleaning everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-5714867476970580009?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/5714867476970580009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=5714867476970580009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/5714867476970580009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/5714867476970580009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-is-coming.html' title='Raya is C.O.M.I.N.G!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-3640323155083693366</id><published>2008-09-15T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:02:49.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st September 2008</title><content type='html'>As you know, it's the day for teachers, Naqib Fuzail's 2nd B-Day and first day of Puasa, so I'm just going to let the pictures do the talking to what happened on that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the presents that I received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/me.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gifts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/gifts.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers...love the fresh flowers the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=flowers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/flowers.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolates and cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chocolates.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/chocolates.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cards2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/cards2.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess and Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=farahme.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/farahme.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us minus the cameraboy who took all these pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ofus-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/3ofus-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/cake.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at us trying hard to blow all the candles for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blowcandles.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/blowcandles.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family potrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=familyphoto.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/familyphoto.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened when you turn 2 and mummy was sleeping? Play with my milk powder in the bedroom la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuzail1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/fuzail1-1-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken by my daddy...cool rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuzail2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/fuzail2-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry okay, it's my birthday you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fuzail3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/fuzail3-1.jpg" width="250" breadth="300" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's what happened on 1st September...;)&lt;br /&gt;See you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-3640323155083693366?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/3640323155083693366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=3640323155083693366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/3640323155083693366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/3640323155083693366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-september-2008.html' title='1st September 2008'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-7441000568775007266</id><published>2008-08-29T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:13:17.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.E.A.C.H.E.R.S</title><content type='html'>Hi... It's the time of the year again where we teachers are celebrated!&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this opportunity to wish all my teacher friends a very Happy Teacher's Day comes 1st September, the day where my little boy is born and this year marks the first day of Ramadhan too.&lt;br /&gt;So, not forgetting all my muslim friends, would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you "Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan" semoga semua amalan kita diberkati Allah s.w.t. Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our teacher's day celebration in school. Nothing special except for receiving a green apple for the lucky draw! SO THE&lt;em&gt;......(it's the first time i received such things for lucky draw, healthy living maybe...hhmmm...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year's slogan for the word TEACHERS is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; o stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;ncouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; ll the time, despite having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; hildren who always make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; ot with perspire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; ntertained with their antics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; estless to wait for the day to be over and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; mile for when they make your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we teachers are GREAT! arent' t we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teacher's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-7441000568775007266?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/7441000568775007266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=7441000568775007266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7441000568775007266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/7441000568775007266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers.html' title='T.E.A.C.H.E.R.S'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-6459050993010763492</id><published>2008-05-02T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:25:23.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>Me... Missing In Action again... Been a VERY busy year for me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys..really can't find the time to sit in front of the computer to type out a decent blog entry except for now that you're reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy doing what..Where do I start?? SIM, SYF, TIP not TPE last but not least TMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know the first two acronyms rite..but the third is "The Istana Performance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm given the job which I've not done before, taking care of kids who loves music. I'm the Band teacher...OH NO! It's been a very heavy period for me up till yesterday with the TIP, my SYF preparation, my TMAs (&lt;em&gt;my SIM assigments&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I should be studying for my exam that's coming in two weeks time. But, knowing myself, always a little to the last minute side. Furthermore, needs little miss Hazy to push me forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a rough idea for my M.I.A but maybe not an excuse for not writing at all rite..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will try to find time to upload some pics coz I feel that photos can do lots for the writing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to write soon... Enjoy your days as it comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-6459050993010763492?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/6459050993010763492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=6459050993010763492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6459050993010763492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6459050993010763492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/05/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-6529645059520560287</id><published>2008-01-17T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:28:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Right...Look Left...Look Right Again!</title><content type='html'>Anyone can't wait to read my next entry?? or have been waiting for an entry after a long time. As promised, I have to update but kind of too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late to say Happy New Year and Maal Hijrah to all Muslims. You see, I myself is adjusting to a new working style and environment. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I transfer my workplace but I transfer my workstation though. From the second floor room to the upper level room that makes you gain more leg muscle as the days go by. Top management has a big change too and different culture is brought in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a different role also place myself in a very busy schedule to even type a few sentences to update you guys&lt;em&gt;..(and going back as a student, is totally another story...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, here I am, so...what's up with the look right..look left thingy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening  to an assembly talk on road safety, my son  practised what was being told before crossing the road. Then he asked me, "Why you don't raise your hand when you cross the road?" I quickly snapped him by saying "The cars can see us adults coz we're bigger in size than you little kids." Then, something caught in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, in any working industry you are in, you sure to have these people who are famously known as the back stabbers...Well, my colleague said this to me..some people are a smart back stabber and they always "look right...look left" But others are just plain....who doesn't even look anywhere when stabbing people. SO THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO ARE MAKING ME ANGRY BY THE DAYS.....coz I KNOW WHO THEY ARE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough of the people, when I'm driving too, some people who don't even care to look right...look left.. and just cut across your lane. That's simply "stupido idiota".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've wrote enough for this entry, hopefully I can write again soon. Take care and do "Look right...Look left and Look right again" the next time you're out to do something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-6529645059520560287?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/6529645059520560287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=6529645059520560287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6529645059520560287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6529645059520560287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-rightlook-leftlook-right-again.html' title='Look Right...Look Left...Look Right Again!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-6424432425753586057</id><published>2007-12-05T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:36:22.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates from us.....</title><content type='html'>Hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3438.jpg" border="0" width=" 200" height=" 300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my mama has not been updating you guys for quite sometime. Anywayz...just to show you guys that I am WaLkInG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3455.jpg" border="0" width=" 200" height=" 300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3510.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am able to walk, that means I can also start to hit some boys like me...he..he..he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3359.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the recent Hari Raya Puasa, I collected quite a sum of pocket money for my toys. Just glad that I have my aunties and uncles from both ayah's and mama's family. Here they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3384.jpg" border="0" width=" 300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3368.jpg" border="0" width="300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my mama, she always loves to take photos with us, but I'm camera shy you know...not like my sis who can't wait for her photo to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3474.jpg" border="0" width="200" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3426.jpg" border="0" width="250" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad to have a big brother whom I can bully sometimes, always giving in to my cranky demands especially if mama and ayah are not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3454.jpg" border="0" width=" 300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is a little sensitive nowadays, I guess because she thought that I'm taking the attention of mama for myself. Anyway, I still have my bibik...but I always won at the end. Don't worry sis, mama loves all of us equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3357.jpg" border="0" width="300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my family. At least I'm looking at the person who was taking the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3469.jpg" border="0" width="300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now guys... But before I end, just to point out my sis dream to be a photo model, I guess. Here she is...always looking for free publicity. You go sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3406.jpg" border="0" widt="250" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...don't worry, my mama promise to update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-6424432425753586057?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/6424432425753586057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=6424432425753586057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6424432425753586057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6424432425753586057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-updates-from-us.html' title='Some updates from us.....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-359239898573322113</id><published>2007-09-10T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:18:56.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young &amp; Not too O.L.D</title><content type='html'>Hi all....Don't ask me where I've gone all these months, one word ....BUSY &lt;em&gt;(or is it more like LAZY to blog??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just need that break although it's not exactly a break as we still need to be in school for a whole day workshop on Tuesday plus me accompanying the kids for"My school rocks" competition on Monday where most of you were sleeping your way out of the wet morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...we had our quality time as a whole family on Wednesday &amp; Thursday as I still need to attend the Mass Lecture on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...is that what you called a week holiday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz....I want to write about my Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;Morning, we went to buy breakfast &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; here means Bee and me...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, we brought my Naqib for his hospital appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, we brought the whole family out for a pre-Hari Raya shopping at VivoCity which we spent about $600 without realising that I can use my CSC to get 20% discount at any shop for a week..that really makes my heart boils... (&lt;em&gt;we knew it on Thursday after my SIL informs me about it...uurgghh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went home. End of the day....not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Bee's friend asked us out to join him and wifey at St.James. So, after much thinking as we were out of touch from such places for about two years now..we decided to paint the town red as it's the Ladies Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the girl who above all asked to see Bee's ID instead of asking for mine. She thought that Bee was underaged to even enter..Chet....his friend said that I'm dating my student out... Hhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...this is not the first time that people said he look younger than his age...I felt threatened..like real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you should have guessed..he's on cloud nine all night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my holiday....will continue next time!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Term 4!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-359239898573322113?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/359239898573322113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=359239898573322113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/359239898573322113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/359239898573322113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/09/young-not-too-old.html' title='Young &amp; Not too O.L.D'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-6344874388399736995</id><published>2007-07-03T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:51:49.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Little E.M.O.</title><content type='html'>I ended my last entry about my little boy.&lt;br /&gt;He has full of emotions and he shows it through his facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhiMA7t8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3FDkTGalC-8/s1600-h/What+u+looking+at!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082841631921256386" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhiMA7t8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3FDkTGalC-8/s320/What+u+looking+at!.JPG" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W hat are YOU looking at!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhicA7t9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/LbIu3fSm4y0/s1600-h/Don"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082841636216223698" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="218" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhicA7t9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/LbIu3fSm4y0/s320/Don%27t+make+me+cry!.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make ME cry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhjcA7t-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/461fBlSD4Cg/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082841653396092898" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhjcA7t-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/461fBlSD4Cg/s320/I%27m+Happy!.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/Roniw8A7t_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z5d2owrBs6Q/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082842984835954674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/Roniw8A7t_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z5d2owrBs6Q/s320/I%27m+very+elated!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very elated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/Ronix8A7uBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vt8oF6-tI6M/s1600-h/What"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082843002015823890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/Ronix8A7uBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vt8oF6-tI6M/s320/What%27s+that+smell!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!!! What's that SMELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonixsA7uAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/73YzJZ_mmEw/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082842997720856578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonixsA7uAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/73YzJZ_mmEw/s320/I%27m+so+cheeky!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so cheeky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my BOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhicA7t9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/LbIu3fSm4y0/s1600-h/Don"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-6344874388399736995?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/6344874388399736995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=6344874388399736995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6344874388399736995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/6344874388399736995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/07/mr-little-emo.html' title='Mr Little E.M.O.'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/RonhiMA7t8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3FDkTGalC-8/s72-c/What+u+looking+at!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-1845855865013600032</id><published>2007-06-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:49:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaze....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello.....Hello.....Hello....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where am I?? Still here and there...not much of a change except for the taking care of baby time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How's my holidays??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, it seems more like a Holi-DAZE for me coz I only have about one and a half weeks of solid rest at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??So short ....it seems that we have so much things to do before anyone is allowed or shall I say granted your leave .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay....where do I go? Didn't go out of the country coz of my little one. Too afraid that he might get cranky on a long car ride, so I decided to stay in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came in the options of where to go? what to visit? what shall we do? After so much persuasion from my elder two kiddos who really wanted to visit their distant relatives, we decided to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have guessed....but I'm not going to show pics of their distant relatives, however, I'm going to show the photos of my little one. Just look at how( &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;) he was???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3067.jpg" border="0" width=" 200" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying hard to ask him to see the parrots but he just ignored and gave us that &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I think if he can speak, he will surely said something nasty back to us ,who without fail kept on asking him to look everywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the odd one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3100.jpg" border="0" width="200" height="350" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those two...so happy, &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;just look at the little one...so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3079.jpg" border="0" width="200" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rather sleep than following these people to see animals...zzz...zzz...zzz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the exit (gift shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3102.jpg" border="0" width="300" height="250" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's more like it...I will squeeze you till your last wriggle..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you it's more like a Holi-daze.... however....you can't beat his anxiety when it comes to feeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Pizzahut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN3107.jpg" border="0" width="200" height="300" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted food in his mouth if he sees you eating. If he didn't get it, he will &lt;strong&gt;SHOUT&lt;/strong&gt; for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you more about his emotions on the next entry, hokay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-1845855865013600032?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/1845855865013600032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=1845855865013600032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/1845855865013600032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/1845855865013600032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/06/holidaze.html' title='Holidaze....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-117264715518133767</id><published>2007-02-28T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:07:46.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aman Sentosa....</title><content type='html'>Spent my CNY holidays at the beaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my kiddos were having fun playing with sand and not swimming like they should be doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2762.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;model&lt;/em&gt; of my family. Always love smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2765.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother and Big sista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2774.jpg" width=200 height=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;new addition &lt;/em&gt;to my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at these cheeky faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2780.jpg" width=200 height=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2782.jpg" width=200 height=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2781.jpg" width=200 height=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what &lt;em&gt;evil&lt;/em&gt; mummy did to the little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2792.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2793.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun at the end of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-117264715518133767?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/117264715518133767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=117264715518133767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117264715518133767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117264715518133767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/02/aman-sentosa.html' title='Aman Sentosa....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-117117800824866760</id><published>2007-02-11T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T15:13:28.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I.O. or I.J.B"</title><content type='html'>What's with the acronym???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure what's going on in my life right now. How I feel? Why I'm feeling this way? Did I make the correct choices in my life? What should I do? What's the end to all this? Questions after questions came one by one when I'm sitting down alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for my kiddos, I think I've been long gone to answer all the uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;Can't bear to see their little faces that really need a bright and steady future ruined just because of a little thing called "ego".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there left for me?? Just to see them grow in an undivided love situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like the acronym goes, " &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t's &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;ver or &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t's &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ust the &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;eginning.." to something I myself are unsure of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May there be some real answers that I'm looking for out there!&lt;br /&gt;May there be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-117117800824866760?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/117117800824866760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=117117800824866760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117117800824866760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117117800824866760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/02/io-or-ijb.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I.O. or I.J.B&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-117075804363378305</id><published>2007-02-06T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:34:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.E.S.I.L.I.E.N.C.E.</title><content type='html'>What normally happens after a buffet lunch whenever we are out on seminars or workshops? Yawwnning... time, isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always a battle to stay awake especially if the seminar just goes on with people talking one after another. It's like music to your ears that will drift you into deep sleep. What's more if you get a nice cozy spot at the back where no one can really notice you drooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, wait a minute... What the heck I'm doing on stage after lunch with key speakers who are very intelligent or should I say knowledgeable in the field of social resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know why I'm among them. Great...I was given the honour to chair the panel discussion. Isn't it JUST great?! Was forced to volunteer like we always did to our kids in school. The best part was, I'm all alone between them and I had to face about 100 odd teachers from all over Singapore just to raise the issue on social resilience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first place, do I have my personal resilience to wake myself up from dreaming on stage while looking at one participant who closed his eyes right in front of the speakers after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect out of the participant after lunch, will they bother coming to the microphone to air their views and share their opinions. The answer is NO..&lt;br /&gt;So..I have to act like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one action expertise &lt;/strong&gt;who thinks that she knows so much about social resilience &lt;/em&gt;in order for the discussion to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the whole discussion, that takes about an hour, what is my takeaways?&lt;br /&gt;There's no egg and flower that you will get if you attend the malay wedding but I think my personal views on the word resilience is this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - To be &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;eady, whenever necessary and to&lt;br /&gt;E - &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xpect the worst&lt;br /&gt;S - &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;cenarios &lt;br /&gt;I - &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;L - &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ife to happen&lt;br /&gt;I - &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;E - &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything that you want&lt;br /&gt;N - will &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ot &lt;br /&gt;C - &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ome your way&lt;br /&gt;E - like you &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xpected it to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's what I get by sitting there and trying hard to look attentive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, thanks to the word resilience. At least I'm awake throughout after lunch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-117075804363378305?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/117075804363378305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=117075804363378305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117075804363378305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/117075804363378305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/02/resilience.html' title='R.E.S.I.L.I.E.N.C.E.'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-116919319410193401</id><published>2007-01-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:53:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future S.I.L.</title><content type='html'>This entry is about a flower girl who is ever so anxious in getting her first assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was given the assignment by sis-in-law who needed small kids for her cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she wanted my little princess to be one of them. The moment I told my girl about her assignment, she got very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, she kept bugging me as to when she could go. So, on a Saturday, I took her to the wedding and she met her partner for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think he looks? Can make it to be my &lt;em&gt;future S.I.L &lt;/em&gt;or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/farahpartner.jpg" width=300 height=250 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-116919319410193401?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/116919319410193401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=116919319410193401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116919319410193401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116919319410193401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2007/01/future-sil.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Future S.I.L.&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-116677541609779101</id><published>2006-12-22T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:18:19.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.M</title><content type='html'>Hey...it's been a looooonnng time since I entered this page to post my entry. I think it's more than 1 month long. It's not that I've retired from this blogging world but I'm M.O.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;inistry &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;anpower, although I'm directly or indirectly related to them but it's more like &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;issing &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;n my &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;onitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My monitor broke down on me when I really needed it the most especially when I'm deprived of all the entertainment in the outside world. I felt handicapped and not knowing what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy a whole new set or to just buy a second-hand monitor? After hesitating with the decision and after &lt;em&gt;calculating ($)&lt;/em&gt; the pros and cons, I decided to buy a second hand monitor as I just repaired my CPU of 6 years last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this PC has been with me for the past 6 years. See how long it's been of good service to me. Too sad to give it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...that's why I'm not able to post any entry or even read any of yours entries. But don't worry, here I am back again. Hopefully I have the time to update often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a picture to tell what I've been doing during the period with no monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2436.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=300  alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to write again soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-116677541609779101?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/116677541609779101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=116677541609779101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116677541609779101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116677541609779101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/12/mom.html' title='M.O.M'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-116003821198882653</id><published>2006-10-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:50:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"L or XL?"</title><content type='html'>"Miss, do you want to try the M size?" asked a friendly salesgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, that's my normal body size. First, tried the top, it fitted well and then I tried the bottom half. Suddenly, it stopped halfway through my buttock. Oh no!!! I'm fat, I cried to Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, after the post delivery and given birth for the third time, my body size increase including my bottom. I think if I sit on someone, the person will die soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get really disheartened especially when you meet people and they kept on saying, "Eh, you've put on weight." (&lt;em&gt;without knowing that you've just given birth to a baby&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my immediate plan now is to ensure that I'm healthy so that I can start on my exercise regime again. For starters, I've been fasting for the past 4 days and I hope I can continue till the end. (&lt;em&gt;insya-allah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up having people asking me, "I think you fit in an XL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-116003821198882653?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/116003821198882653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=116003821198882653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116003821198882653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/116003821198882653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/10/l-or-xl.html' title='&lt;em&gt;&quot;L or XL?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115925286557241320</id><published>2006-09-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:41:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SingHadymore Idol !</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!!The feeling of excitedness was like two years ago when Taufik won the Idol title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because I voted 10 times for him during the finals and never in the history of Idol season, Bee voted six times for Hady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited that we shouted when the announcement was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Hady! Continue to sing for us and you are really a versatile singer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115925286557241320?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115925286557241320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115925286557241320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115925286557241320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115925286557241320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/09/singhadymore-idol.html' title='SingHadymore Idol !'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115856691225689346</id><published>2006-09-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:18:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entonox....?</title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks that I last switched on my computer to read or update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being lazy but I'm not too hardworking to just on the switch. (&lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;??&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to thank all of my friends and relatives who have been wishing me good health and for those who are with me to share the happiness on  1st September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's going to be double celebration starting this year. (&lt;em&gt;insya-allah&lt;/em&gt;) I'm celebrating Teacher's Day cum Naqib Fuzail's birthday. Yup...that's his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story about his arrival....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admitted myself to the delivery suite around 2am on 1st September. The midwife on duty was telling me that it is a nice date to pick and asked me this question, " Are you a teacher?...Duh  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was to change into the pink dress and get ready for the induction. (&lt;em&gt;sounds like a beginning teacher&lt;/em&gt;..) At around 2.30am, the senior midwife inserted something into me but I didn't feel a thing. She told me to wait for another 2 hours to see if there was any reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee got himself comfortable with the sleeping sofa and consistently kept asking me if I had "it" already. Sometimes to my annoyance... After 4.30am, I still didn't feel anything, very much to my frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was asked to stay in the normal ward. This was not what I wanted, for my previous two pregnancies, this time of waiting was to be spent at home until I really felt like giving birth, only will I be in the delivery suite. However, for this time round, I'm starting off from zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10am, the nurse told me that I'm ready to go down to the delivery suite as it was already 4cm. (&lt;em&gt;a little bit of maths here&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached room 24, I was given the white suit to change into. So...the waiting process started again. I felt hard contractions within 2 minutes &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't take any pain-relievers (&lt;em&gt;if there's such a word&lt;/em&gt;). Still can managed the pain, so I tahan. The midwife kept asking me to take the Entonox, but I still resisted thinking that I'm in the war and badly wanted to be the next heroine.. (&lt;em&gt;like real&lt;/em&gt;!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12pm, she came in again and said, "Dik...pakai gas lah...nanti baby cepat keluar.." (&lt;em&gt;translated as - don't try to be a heroine here hokay, look at your face, like one crazy woman enduring all the pain&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bee coaxed me into inhaling that very stimulating gas that makes you feel sleepy and feel like vomitting after a while. Within 15 minutes of using Entonox, I wanted to push like mad. My gynae came in and the midwife told me that if I've used the gas earlier, my baby will be out much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gynae asked me to wait and try not to push yet &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; hell no, I just wanted to push coz I really can't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, exactly at 12.29pm, Naqib Fuzail made his first appearance wailing ever so loudly and his body all covered with cheese (&lt;em&gt;according to my gynae, its the fats inside my body, well that explains why I'm so fat during my pregnancy&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a healthy baby that weighs 3.155kg. Another addition to my family and the one that I have to take care all by myself with the help of my bibik not my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes a long... story of his arrival and some pictures to show about his arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/SSCN2239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fuzail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/SSCN2238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naqib Fuzail Bin Fazli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/SSCN2237.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/SSCN2240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/SSCN2236.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzail now at two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is an entry of my third darling and hopefully all goes well for him and for us. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115856691225689346?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115856691225689346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115856691225689346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115856691225689346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115856691225689346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/09/entonox.html' title='Entonox....?'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115684136240583160</id><published>2006-08-29T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:49:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>It's the waiting game now. I'm supposed to give birth next Saturday if it really goes according to my EDD. However, my gynae expects me to give birth anytime this week as he said that it is my third child and normally it is the same as my second or even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it really follows my second one, I should be in labour ward yesterday. That was 38weeks plus 2 days. I'm just hoping that "IT" will come soon as I'm feeling quite heavy and breathless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I had some news when I visited my gynae last Saturday. According to him, my water level is very low indicating that it is not good for my baby to stay any longer in my womb.Therefore he suggested "induced labour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a freaky me, I rather wait for spontaneous onset rather than being induced with foreign things. Maybe my first two pregnancies were very spontaneous and &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt; it were relatively easy labour for me.However, after hearing about the induced thing, I got quite frightened as I would not know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is... &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; is the day of my "induced labour" if my gynae really thinks that I should go for one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that everything goes well for me and baby. If it really harms my baby inside, I really wants him to be outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm actually preparing myself physically and mentally for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me, the waiting game starts from NOW....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115684136240583160?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115684136240583160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115684136240583160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115684136240583160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115684136240583160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/08/playing-waiting-game.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Playing the Waiting Game&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115518663787241123</id><published>2006-08-10T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:10:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing The Old Days...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's 41st National Day Celebration was somewhat nostalgic for me. Nope, it's not that I went somewhere special to celebrate the Nation's Birthday but it's more of a place that have some sentimental value in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went to find food &lt;em&gt;(what else...) &lt;/em&gt;and of course to smell the once familiar smell I've grown to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As little as 3 years old, I could remember where I grew up but it's nothing like this place where I called HOME! I grew up in this place and spent half of my life there. That's the place where I spent my childhood, teenagehood, couplehood and of course adulthood. Where else but Ang Mo Kio Ave 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to eat at Hajah Miada's Nasi Lemak for a few weeks. It is located at the market where I learn to do my first marketing with my mum. Bee was ever so willingly to drive me there. &lt;em&gt;(maybe he got no choice coz his wife is pregnant..that's the best part of being pregnant, you get what you want except for my Ban Mian :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went out in the morning to have breakfast there. Once we reached the familiar road, I couldn't see the flat that was once my playing ground. It was demolished to give way to new modern flats. What was left was only patches of grass and barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could remember my neighbours like Hamzah &lt;em&gt;(from the Unsangkarables)&lt;/em&gt; who always without fail teased me when I came back from school or the shop. My favourite roti prata shop, my favourite minimart that always give me the coconut "tombong" if you know what is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..back to my destination. The once big and large carpark on the way to the market is now turned into block of new flats and multi-storey carpark. The once open and airy market has now got a new facelift with new names to the stalls and more stylo stools to sit on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the stall to order my Nasi Lemak and surprisingly the same sister who have been mending the stall for so many years recognised me very well. She asked me how many kids I have and so on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the beancurd from the same shop that I bought from when I was very young. I looked around my surroundings like a child who is very curious about her surroundings. Everythings changed, so as my life however the people are just too familiar to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying goodbye, we went to the wet market. The smell of curry powder makes me remember when my mum asked me to buy curry powders from them. I walked past the shop just to look and see when the lady stopped in front of me and said "Hi!" She must be shocked to see how &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; I've grown from the skinny me donkey years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to the vegetable seller to see if the stall is still around. True enough, the couple are still holding strong although now they looked very old. That's the uncle who always give me extra things when I did my marketing with mum.&lt;br /&gt;Even the fishmongers remain the same. The feeling is just too nice to describe when it reminds you of your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked on along the area and told Bee what I did here and there. Once a while I shouted in amazement to tell him that the shop still exists and so on. He must thought that I'm crazy, however, he did have a tinge of nostalgic moments there as that's where we start our life as a pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the place where I brought my first son around in my tummy to buy breakfast and now I brought my second son in my tummy. What a cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having smelt the surroundings, we went home leaving me feeling very satisfied about my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another playing ground of mine will surely be the Ang Mo Kio Central, and I heard from my mum that it has gone through a lot of changes.That's the place where I always go three to four times a week when I'm pregnant with my first son. My son got to smell the place for only six months of his early life and from then on he only know Bukit Panjang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that my children's childhood will not be same neighbourhood where I came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to go back to the place that is near to your heart once. Oh..Yes..before I forget, Bee also remember the place where he sent me home before I got a scolding from my parents for coming home late. Those were the days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays and have a great weekend, gals!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115518663787241123?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115518663787241123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115518663787241123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115518663787241123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115518663787241123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/08/reminiscing-old-days.html' title='Reminiscing The Old Days...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115496242011922171</id><published>2006-08-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:53:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments In My Life....</title><content type='html'>If I was asked to share a funny moment in my pregnancy journey, today would be the day that it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that you will have a bad day if something awful or horrible happens to you at the beginning of the day. But for me, it's different. Something awful and hilarious happened at the end of day, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luckily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was squatting down to put my friend's laptop into my cupboard when I heard a "crack" sound. I felt cool air rushing down my thigh and I saw the &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;gap that allows the air to rush in!!! I tore my pants not at the middle part but the right inner thigh that was showing off some fatty flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine if it happens during the day or before I start teaching! What am I going to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough, I drive to school, so I quickly get into the car hoping no one sees me except for those in the staff room. &lt;em&gt;(free show for them, thank you me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got into the car, the gap gets longer going into my calf. Like I'm turning into the incredible HULK but not successful. What a horrible sight!&lt;br /&gt;I told myself not to use the lift but walk up the stairs to the 4th storey, nevermind that I'm carrying my laptop, nevermind that I'm eight months pregnant, as long as no one sees me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I approached the staircase, a guy gave me a huge scare! Bee, just came back from work. I told him no way I'm going to take the lift and the next thing he did was to laugh out loud at ME!! He asked what happened to my pants, then he went on saying, "see how fat you've become." We laughed all the way up and he told me to bring an extra pants to school in case such things happens again. &lt;em&gt;(very funny!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even told my maid with his ever sinister smile to check my pants for any tear, the next time she irons it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got myself out of it not until Bee said," Why never take picture first, next time you can show the baby when he grows up that you tore your pants when you are carrying him!" &lt;em&gt;(fat hope, (although I know I'm FAT) I'm going to let that happens!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't imagine if it happens at the beginning of the day, what would my reactions be and what would I do???&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...so funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115496242011922171?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115496242011922171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115496242011922171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115496242011922171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115496242011922171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-moments-in-my-life.html' title='Funny Moments In My Life....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115458373967235245</id><published>2006-08-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:42:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Ban Mian</title><content type='html'>The smell of mushrooms, chicken and the most delicious anchovies won't make anyone resist a bowl of Ban Mian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..YES!! At last I got hold of Me, Ban Mian today at JP. Not that I can't go on any other day but Bee didn't like the surrounding that is always full of humans savouring on international cuisine.To him , it will be the last place he ever think of going and he prefers to starve rather than to fight for a place during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was today, meeting up with an old friend just to hand over things that she wanted to borrow from me. See....how good am I to drive all the way there just because her school is just round the corner and the irresistible thought of Ban Mian makes me drool like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering who is the first person who started my crave for Ban Mian. Is it you, rAin, is it Zu or is it Sharon? Whatever it is, I'm happy to find such a delicious meal not for you maybe but definitely for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a picture of a bowl of my favourite Ban Mian for those who misses it like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2210.jpg" width= 250 height= 200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2211.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how satisfied am I today and I also got to buy some butterfly buns to bring to school. My friend had nothing to say but smiled and told me "Good to have an appetite like you"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...I end up my big appetite with beancurd from Jollibean.&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say...I'm really full of food now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115458373967235245?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115458373967235245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115458373967235245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115458373967235245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115458373967235245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-ban-mian.html' title='I, Ban Mian'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115311564991040888</id><published>2006-07-17T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:20:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen feet...</title><content type='html'>Walk, walk and walk. That's what I've been doing for my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my day on Saturday morning with some marketing errands to do at Geylang market. Came back and rest for an hour before going to the hospital for my checkup.&lt;br /&gt;Later, went back and got my kiddos ready to visit my parents. In the evening, we went jogging at the nearby park. Of course I'm not the one jogging but I stayed with my kiddos at the playground. My day didn't stop there as I went to my MIL's place around 8pm. My day lasted all the way to 1am when I finally got to rest and lie down on my bed. What a luxury!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, went on a shopping date with Bee at Takashimaya. We reached there around 2.30pm and had our lunch at Nasi Ayam Penyet Ria without fail. Continue with shopping and left the parking around 7pm. The parking fees was $9.77. So expensive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continue our shopping at BPP (&lt;em&gt;Bukit Panjang Plaza&lt;/em&gt;). Thought of getting some pies from the Royals but in the end I only got hold of their cranberry brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home nearly 9.30pm. I'm soooo tired and my legs were swollen really bad!&lt;br /&gt;However, that's the only exceptional weekend where I've been walking and walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, here's photos of me to show how heavy I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2186.jpg" height= 300 width= 200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My front view. Can't see my tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2187.jpg" height=300 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side view. Still aren't convinve that I'm fat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2181.jpg" height=300 width=200 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can you still deny that I'm FAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this photo on my way to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2191.jpg" height=200 width=300 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be safe to and from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my weekend full of activities and now every night my Boy has to massage his mama's back before going to sleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115311564991040888?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115311564991040888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115311564991040888' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115311564991040888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115311564991040888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/07/swollen-feet.html' title='Swollen feet...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115286167150576592</id><published>2006-07-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:21:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy &amp; Wet...</title><content type='html'>As the weeks pass by, the legs getting swollen and tummy expanding. Feelin' like one purple dinosaur "Barney"!! (&lt;em&gt;that's what Bee have been callin' me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still behind the steering until I feel unsafe to do so, can't afford to hire a chauffer daily (&lt;em&gt;to and fro&lt;/em&gt;) with the new price hikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weight gain is the most this time among the other two. I feel "fat"! I've been gaining every other week. At 32 weeks now, I'm already gaining 12kg. My first is a total of 13kg throughout the whole pregnancy and my second is only 9kg throughout the whole pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, can you imagine how heavy am I now!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can upload at least 1 picture of mine to show you visually. Maybe later, hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the wet part, apart from always going to the toilet in the middle of the night, just wanna show you my little princess sprawling on the floor of a swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN2120.jpg" height= 200 width= 250 border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115286167150576592?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115286167150576592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115286167150576592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115286167150576592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115286167150576592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/07/heavy-wet.html' title='Heavy &amp; Wet...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-115070454295991808</id><published>2006-06-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:09:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Update...</title><content type='html'>Good Day! Happy reading another entry that should be written weeks ago but no time!!&lt;br /&gt;For those out there who misses me and my entry, actually I'm just doing fine. Thank you for reminding me to update, &lt;strong&gt;Cutie&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, some updates about my pregnancy journey. I'm now into my third trimester. I'm going to be in my seventh month somewhere next week. My baby is fine, alhamdulilah. After all the anxiety and prayers, I just hope that it is going to be all smooth sailing. Actually, we somewhat think of a name already, but wait till he's out okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, is what I do for this June holidays. I'm not out of the country but definitely out of the house at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;Brought my kiddos to swimming at the new CSC in Bukit Batok. It's a very nice place and those public servants out there, you should go in and see it for yourself. Actually, we went again last evening coz Bee wanted to go into the pool so much after not being able to waddle the first time. &lt;br /&gt;I also brought my kiddos and Bee to watch the movie, &lt;em&gt;Cars&lt;/em&gt;. Bee said that it is quite boring not like, Nemo. Well, I told him that it is very interesting for the kids to watch. &lt;strong&gt;Except&lt;/strong&gt; that he said, the colours of the cars are very striking! (&lt;em&gt;consolation, I guess&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we went around going to people's places, playing games and do some art at home like drawing, colouring and some stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week of the holidays and I will be down for the last three days of the week with course and meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's some little updates from me and one last thing, &lt;strong&gt;I celebrated Father's Day last week&lt;/strong&gt;, thinking that it &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; last week. It's so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your remaining holidays,gals and those at work...&lt;em&gt;work hard baby!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-115070454295991808?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/115070454295991808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=115070454295991808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115070454295991808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/115070454295991808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/06/news-update.html' title='News Update...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114723724159686917</id><published>2006-05-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T13:00:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiously waiting.....</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a long time since I update mainly due to lots of things happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;But to cut a long story short, I'm bogged down with examination. Setting, bundling, marking and health.&lt;br /&gt;Most worried about baby's health. I'm now waiting for the test result from the hospital. No news means good news!&lt;br /&gt;That's partly the reason why I'm in no mood to blog until my problem is solved.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I will surely update once I get my problem cleared and my heart settled.&lt;br /&gt;Always praying for the BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114723724159686917?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114723724159686917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114723724159686917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114723724159686917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114723724159686917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/05/anxiously-waiting.html' title='Anxiously waiting.....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114397779905254391</id><published>2006-04-02T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:39.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communi-wrongly</title><content type='html'>Sometimes fun talk can end up in a heated argument and being called an "Idiot"! I hated it so much when it happens! Sometimes, the topic is not about one of us but something that is irrelevant at the point of discussion and yet it ended up in me being in the hot soup! &lt;br /&gt;I've always tell myself not to say anything stupid or just talk when it is needed to. However, I always forget and I damn know that I'm not &lt;strong&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I promised to myself now that never ever am I going to open my mouth to talk unless damn necessary to people who always think that they are damn right!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With effect from right now, this damn second!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114397779905254391?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114397779905254391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114397779905254391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114397779905254391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114397779905254391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/04/communi-wrongly.html' title='Communi-wrongly'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114282669907416610</id><published>2006-03-20T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:51:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Slice...</title><content type='html'>Guess what???I didn't finish up my work at home yesterday but I feel the urge to write this entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting: Living room sofa infront of the T.V.&lt;br /&gt;The cast: Little boy, little girl and big mummy.&lt;br /&gt;The story of the day: The last slice of MANGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The story goes:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I asked my maid to cut up two mangoes from the fridge. Later, she came into the living room with the mangoes. Little girl already seated next to big mummy as she knew that it was her favourite fruit but mummy's favourite too. Mummy feed her slice by slice and gave some to little boy too. However, being a good little boy, he didn't need too many of the mangoes and gave everything to little girl and big mummy. So, it ended up with the last slice.Big mummy said she wanted it but little girl started crying, yelling that she wanted it too! Big mummy pretended to sulk and said that little girl didn't love her if she ate the last slice! Little girl can't be bothered and ate the whole piece although somewhat reluctant as if she knew that she was guilty of something!&lt;br /&gt;Big mummy gave a long face and started to act cold towards the little girl. Little girl will look at big mummy but then continued playing with little boy. After about 10-15 minutes, little boy came to big mummy and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, jangan marah Farahlah. Dia kan small lagi. Nak marah, marah abanglah, abangkan dah 6 years old. Farah baru 3 years old. Nanti Farah 4 yrs old, barulah Mama marah."&lt;br /&gt;That dialogue of his made me laughed and smiled at the same time. But big mummy still pretended to be angry until little girl wanted to say sorry. So, as a big brother to the little one, he asked the little girl to say sorry to big mummy.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl came to big mummy and said "Sorry, Mama!" and she kissed big mummy's hand and hugged big mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Big mummy was so touched but big mummy's intention was just to play a fool and see the reactions of the little children. &lt;br /&gt;What did big mummy gain at the end of the play???&lt;br /&gt;The little children love her as much as she loves them!!! But big mummy still can't forget what the little boy said to defend his little sister. He...He...He...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114282669907416610?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114282669907416610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114282669907416610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114282669907416610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114282669907416610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-slice.html' title='The Last Slice...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114276508327675617</id><published>2006-03-19T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:44:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Been Doing?</title><content type='html'>Waiting for the one week to come seems like so long but when it finally arrives, it's going to go so soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing for the past 1 week??? That's a good question to ask myself... Plans like going back to school to finish up all my markings and do up my 3/4 bare classroom was not achieved. Plans like bringing back my school laptop to update lots of things like worksheets, epms and other admin stuffs were also not achieved!(&lt;em&gt;i brought back the laptop though...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;So...what did I do??? Well, let me recall back to the first day of the very short break that was last Saturday. I went to my mum's place with my kiddos from noon till evening. Before that, sent in my car for it's 2nd servicing. Later that night, do nothing but laze around. Sunday, went to Geylang market to have breakfast and did my fortnightly marketing. Came Monday, I did nothing but to sleep, eat and watch T.V. the whole day long.(&lt;em&gt;needs to do cooking since I'm home&lt;/em&gt;)On Tuesday, waited for a contractor to plaster my feature wall in the morning. The rest of the day, was to laze around. Wednesday, played with my kiddos and in the afternoon a group of contractors came to put up the wallpaper for my feature wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Thursday, sent my Boy to school in the morning and in the afternoon brought them out to watch Disney on Ice. Later, went down town to Lucky Plaza to have my first taste at the "Nasi Ayam Penyet". Delicious...sambal belachan is piping hot but shiok! Came back home around 9pm. &lt;br /&gt;Friday, too tired to do anything so just laze around, slept and watched T.V. What did I do yesterday? Well you know that I went for my checkup followed by a visit to MIL's place till the evening. Came back and slouched in front of the T.V. till late night as I was dragged to watch the Man Utd's game.&lt;br /&gt;Today for the whole day, I did nothing as Bee needs to report to work till late evening. So boring...all my plans to go shopping also not achieved!So.. you see, my week seemed to be spent on watching T.V. playing with my kiddos and sleeping but not even one on school's work! Feeling somewhat guilty now as tomorrow needs to report back to another 10 weeks of work.&lt;br /&gt;My class observation is this week and yet I haven't think of what I want to do? I feel that I do not have the mood or the motivation to do my work partly because I get tired easily and sometimes even breathless especially after a long walk up and down the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...sometimes I woke up in the morning, I told myself that I must do my school work and then after breakfast, I end up watching T.V. and sleep! &lt;br /&gt;Time flies very fast and I noticed that I didn't have the mood to do anything on school's work but I can end up writing my BLOG! Amazing right??&lt;br /&gt;Today is a pretty long entry as it's considered part of my 1 week reflection or journal writing. I wonder what my kids in class will write if I ask them to tell me about their 1 week break? Tomorrow, will I get some children forgetting to complete their homework? Or it's only the teacher forgetting to finish up her marking? Okay, I admit...I'm lazy but I try to do at least 1 or 2 of my admin stuffs in my school's laptop later.(&lt;em&gt;if I don't end up infront of the T.V.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise...tomorrow I'm going to start a fresh school term with a new motto. Finish up what I need to finish in school and never ever dream of bringing school work back home! As I know, it will end up not done!!&lt;br /&gt;So...wish me luck that I can finish what I need to finish if not today but at least the whole of this week.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Term 2 everyone!!! (&lt;em&gt;wish that I will get some of my work done this term! he..he..he..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114276508327675617?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114276508327675617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114276508327675617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114276508327675617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114276508327675617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What Have I Been Doing?'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114267328702344054</id><published>2006-03-18T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:14:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Life Inside Me...</title><content type='html'>Today is my 15th week check-up and that means I'm into my 4th month of my pregnancy journey.Although this is my third, the thrill of having another life inside me has always been the same as if I'm having my first. &lt;br /&gt;Tagging along with me to TPS (&lt;em&gt;The Private Suite&lt;/em&gt;)today were my two kiddos and Bee. This if the first time my two kiddos accompanied me to meet their doctor who delivered them years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Han did a scan for me and they watched the baby inside me moving. They were quite amazed to see a small baby inside me with the tiny head, body, hands and legs can be seen on a T.V.&lt;br /&gt;My gynae couldn't see the gender yet and for my next check-up, I will have to go through a detailed scan.Bee wanted a Boy as he said that it's easier to look after and didn't mind a girl either.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, as long as my baby is fine and healthy, I will be fine with any gender Allah s.w.t gives me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just waiting to feel it's first strong kick and movement in my tummy and it will gives me the extra assurance I need that my baby is doing just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114267328702344054?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114267328702344054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114267328702344054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114267328702344054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114267328702344054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-life-inside-me.html' title='Another Life Inside Me...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114180223128503974</id><published>2006-03-08T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:17:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year Older...</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To ME!!! Happy Birthday To ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I turned 29 yesterday and it somehow feels different this time. Not sure how to describe the feeling but definitely a sweet and memorable one!&lt;br /&gt;My brothers called and smsed including my father who smsed me a day earlier. His reason was because I might be very busy with work and other things on the Actual DAY! Hmm..so weird, nevertheless I appreciate and cherished their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd brother was telling me that sooner I will join their "3" club. It means no more the number "2" infront of my age. Another dimension in life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to share what went on for the whole day. It started from 12am the day before. Everyone refused to sleep early including my two kiddos. Exactly at 12am, they started singing for me a birthday song. So sweet of them! Then , Bee asked my little Boy to ransack his cupboard to get something out. After giving "stern" directions, my Boy finally saw IT.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he needs to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1935.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty little pink bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inside? This is my birthday present from Bee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1936.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to buy myself a new watch actually. He reads my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Bee took out the paper bag for me to put it in and ask me to shorten the strap myself that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1934.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true the words on the paper bag is..."Love without words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my day in school is "fun" with an ugly encounter with an irritating boy who hurt my hand. Anyway, I should ignore him at the first place. Luckily he never kick my stomach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my ex-supervisor gave me a card and chocolate. How sweet she is...Some other colleagues wishes me through e-card and of course words of mouth. The day goes on till the evening that I went to Plaza to have my strap shorten so that I can wear my watch today which I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach feel like eating murtabak at ZamZam and Bee went to get it for me after work. When he came back, he brought a cake along. This is the first time he bought a cake for me as he normally despised having cake-cutting. Well, maybe for the sake of his children, to make them happy, so here's my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1938.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple one with TWO candles to make my children happy blowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1939.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my tired face...I easily get tired nowadays, maybe due to my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the singing and blowing of candles and cutting the cake, suddenly Bee told me that how come I didn't take a photo with him with the cake still intact! Poor him! Therefore not to dissappoint him, I told my Boy to take a picture of us which he did. Not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1944.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the day went on smoothly and happy for everyone including my maid who received a letter from her hubby back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday wishes?! Just hope that my family will be given abundance of health and love for everyone to stay together in whatever circumstances. May my pregnancy be well and I have a smooth delivery when the time comes.Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114180223128503974?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114180223128503974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114180223128503974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114180223128503974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114180223128503974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/03/year-older.html' title='A year Older...'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114127549064677542</id><published>2006-03-02T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:58:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Polish Anyone???</title><content type='html'>Actually we had nothing to do over the last weekend. I got this free nail polish from my purchases at Watsons. Instead of throwing it away which will be a waste, we decided to put it on for someone who is always willing to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she sat quietly waiting for Ayah and Mama to finish their manicure and pedicure  job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah014.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah017.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fingers... Quite messy eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Ayah took over doing the pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah015.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at all the sides... So tak professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a 10 minutes of manicure and pedicure session, it seems that we had satisfied the customer pretty well. Look at how she grinned and showed to us how contented she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah016.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we told her that she can only put it on when she is young and not when she is older.Maklumlah...Ayah say no macam-macam when she's older.&lt;br /&gt;But I think she won't care as long as it still looks pretty to her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114127549064677542?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114127549064677542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114127549064677542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114127549064677542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114127549064677542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/03/nail-polish-anyone.html' title='Nail Polish Anyone???'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114075611213065670</id><published>2006-02-24T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:51:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing Ideas</title><content type='html'>Received an email from my colleague this afternoon. The content is very refreshing as it shows us some creative ideas that we may not think possible even when it comes to shopping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves shopping and sometimes it's the bags that people love looking at. Here are some shopping bags that may not be available here but it does exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/pic23717.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail-biting anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/pic09714.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an offence to carry a gun around but not this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/pic13290.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty necklaces on a bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/pic03335.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some exercises do help along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/pic17650.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative right these people who design these bags?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114075611213065670?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114075611213065670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114075611213065670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114075611213065670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114075611213065670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/refreshing-ideas.html' title='Refreshing Ideas'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-114015578174902579</id><published>2006-02-17T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:56:21.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us, Us, Us</title><content type='html'>Day in , day out, it's just us, us, us. Laze around at home, watch television, eat, sleep. In fact, I've been eating a lot lately. My children also join in as mama like to eat junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else to do if we're not out, we end up cuddling each other and play around with cards and other stuffs that my little girl wants me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of the day, it's just us, us, us sitting on our sofa lazing around as much as we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/ayahsphoto018.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us, us, us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend ahead everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-114015578174902579?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/114015578174902579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=114015578174902579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114015578174902579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/114015578174902579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/us-us-us.html' title='Us, Us, Us'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113989608705825238</id><published>2006-02-14T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:48:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>Wishing all a happy valentine's day and may you treasure the precious moments together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it may not be only today that we show affection and love towards our love ones. I feel that it must be expressed everyday without fail. Just giving a smile when you're tired or even a peck on the cheeks will change the mood for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, start showing your love ones that you care for them even on any other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama loves you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113989608705825238?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113989608705825238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113989608705825238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113989608705825238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113989608705825238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113980816154818472</id><published>2006-02-13T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:22:41.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little "Tai-Tai"</title><content type='html'>Loves accessories, jewelleries, make-up, you name it and she will willingly put it on for you. She dares to try on anything as long as she looks pretty. Very vain right? She  just bought for herself a set of Barbie accessories set that comes with a matching bag. So, she put on everything inclusive of her shades and start posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1893.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first pose as a "tai-tai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1894.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her wearing the shades and carrying the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1895.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually trying to show off her lip gloss that she always want to put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/DSCN1892.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very contented "tai-tai" with a happy smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she will not grow up so vain. Let it be her childhood sweet memories for me to show her one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113980816154818472?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113980816154818472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113980816154818472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113980816154818472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113980816154818472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-tai-tai.html' title='Little &quot;Tai-Tai&quot;'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113938394552354872</id><published>2006-02-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:32:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Events</title><content type='html'>Actually, I'm very the busy lately. That's the reason why I could not blog that often.With so many things happening around me and with the changes I'm going through again. It makes me feel sick which I am feeling right now. I'm having flu and cough. My nose is like "abang Dozo", that's what Bee said yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not to dissapoint some people who are faithfully blogging in to my page..(&lt;em&gt;ehmm!&lt;/em&gt;) I try to put in &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; entries today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the birthday season. My son 6th on 22nd January and my daughter 3rd on 7th February which was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah005.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah008.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah004.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiq's 6th birthday at our place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah009.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah's 3rd birthday at my mom-in-law's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for having at my MIL's place was because I wanted her to feel the presence of more people celebrating her birthday. Unlike her brother, Bee decided to call his siblings and "anak-buah" to come down to our place for a simple birthday party. So yesterday, the sister only had two of her cousins, grandparents around to celebrate her birthday. It was much more better than to just celebrate it with us 4 people at home, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amidst of all the celebrations, they were actually down with chickenpox. It all started with my boy who got it two days after his birthday. My girl got it too that evening.Poor them! I also had to be home with them for the first four days as my maid couldn't handle both at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah007.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like "anak orang asli" aje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they are recuperating and my boy was telling me yesterday that he misses school and he may forgotten his friend's names if so long he didn't come to school.What an excuse that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, I'm not well as I've informed earlier and I will try to update as often as I can. But I can't promise, okay...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113938394552354872?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113938394552354872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113938394552354872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113938394552354872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113938394552354872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/meaningful-events.html' title='Meaningful Events'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113938241258079337</id><published>2006-02-08T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:06:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next BP (Budak Perasan) Model</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, whenever I talk to her, it makes me forget all my worries and tiredness. She is just so adorable for me with the little eyes and cute smile she never fails to give.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to imagine and sometimes it just make sense. She is so proud if people call her "kakak" now as she already self-proclaimed herself to be one.&lt;br /&gt;Just asking her to walk like a model and she will do it with her hands up and tilting one head to the side. &lt;br /&gt;She took some photos for her very first portfolio. These are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah002.jpg" width=250 height=200 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah003.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka selamba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/annwrites/faiqfarah001.jpg" width=200 height=250 border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives you the look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is she thinking of when these pictures were taken?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113938241258079337?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113938241258079337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113938241258079337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113938241258079337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113938241258079337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/02/next-bp-budak-perasan-model.html' title='The Next BP (&lt;em&gt;Budak Perasan&lt;/em&gt;) Model'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113746942191585403</id><published>2006-01-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:43:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahli Mesyuarat Tingkap</title><content type='html'>Just imagine doing transactions and enquiries through a window. That's what my son's school is doing. Everytime a parent needs to enquire or pay any fees, they need to knock, knock on the window and wait for a reply. Then, a lady supposedly to be the supervisor or clerk will slide the window to talk to you. So the unprofessional.The best part is..sometimes there will be a long queue to wait for your turn. Like buying 4D tickets!In fact, everything goes through the window..even buying of uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to knock on the door instead, just trying my luck. Then, an auntie directed me to knock on the window!So funny...I felt like I'm doing something illegal that can't be done through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I seldom hang around the window if it's really a need to. Macam ahli mesyuarat tingkap betul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113746942191585403?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113746942191585403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113746942191585403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113746942191585403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113746942191585403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahli-mesyuarat-tingkap.html' title='Ahli Mesyuarat Tingkap'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113652043665318035</id><published>2006-01-06T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:07:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer is....</title><content type='html'>For those who are wondering the meaning of the &lt;strong&gt;"3rd one"&lt;/strong&gt; or purposely &lt;strong&gt;acted&lt;/strong&gt; blur...You know the answer. I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; expecting the arrival of my third child this year &lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt;, insya-allah if everything goes well. &lt;br /&gt;I was shocked at first when I found out myself through the "clearblue" device but Bee expected it as he said that I looked like I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a baby this year as it goes with my trend of having babies. 3 years gap for each of our child. My boy, 6 years of age, my girl, 3 years of age and this year, it is expected of me to get one more. &lt;br /&gt;Actually I did not want it now coz I thought why not make the gap longer but dah rezeki, terima sajalah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happiness rains through all my household especially my two kiddos who are very the excited knowing that a baby is going to come out from mummy's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;So, I pray and hope for the best and hopefully everything goes on well. &lt;br /&gt;Get it! The answer is....I'm pregnant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20555360-113652043665318035?l=seewit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/feeds/113652043665318035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20555360&amp;postID=113652043665318035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113652043665318035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20555360/posts/default/113652043665318035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seewit.blogspot.com/2006/01/answer-is.html' title='The answer is....'/><author><name>aNn writes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G4UzP9hon4M/SLedySY-ADI/AAAAAAAAABI/-qxcwHLiOR4/S220/DSCN2682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20555360.post-113643336452300378</id><published>2006-01-05T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:07:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm revamping my blog page! 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