<?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-29608665</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:15:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal your lips with mine</title><subtitle type='html'>Hear my constant ramblings...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3715460758909686058</id><published>2009-10-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:50:43.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go of her... my pink scooter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After much consideration, I've finally decided to let go of her. My very first baby. Baby scooter not my baby girl, ok!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyone interested or knows anyone tat mite be interested, pls PM me ya. For those of u who knows my hp no, juz gimme a ring. Bought my darling Vespa ET8 on Dec 2004 at $6.1K.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Please note that the buyer can negotiate the price with me but all transfer costs will be borne by the buyer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:.( Feeling sad that I've to let go of it. My parents and hubby know just how much I love my scooter but I need to think about my kids. No more riding for me. No more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3715460758909686058?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3715460758909686058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3715460758909686058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2009/10/letting-go-of-her-my-pink-scooter.html' title='Letting go of her... my pink scooter'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-344353600851702743</id><published>2009-07-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:32:35.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah! It's juz suspected onli mah. Even if I do kena d H1N1, it's fine. The virus is already everywhere. Not surprised at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And so, d Doc said if in 2 days fever is still present, do come back and get the swab test. Haiz. More money to be spent... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I miss my babies!! I miss Mysha, missing Irfan.. like a lot! Had to send them over to my parents' as I dun wan them to get d virus. Like what.. budak2 tu baru baik sakit takkanlah aku ni kejam sangat nak drg sakit lagi. Kalau senang bagi obat, takpe jugak. Ni kasi obat to them, mcm kasi racun gitu loh... Esp Kakak. Melalak-lalak!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hubby had to go work. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Had to&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bah! I'm bored w/o them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh ya. With regards to my prev entry, my Atok sudah pun menyahut panggilan Illahi. Saddest part was, dia turun tanah on my mom's b'day... Aku tak penah tgk Mama sedih mcm tu. Now she has no one to call, to check on, at 11 am. Normally, she'd call to check on Tok. Everyday, mind you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My bro celebrated his b'day alone this year. Yeah, they had the same birth date. Hmm... life has to go on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-344353600851702743?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/344353600851702743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/344353600851702743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2009/07/suspected.html' title='Suspected...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6447436766085436683</id><published>2008-11-10T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:17:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pple ard asked me if "I am" or not? Well, the answer I gave was usually a big NO. Can I take that back pls?? Hehehe...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After I returned from KT's place masa jln2 hari raya, aku bilang B yg aku nio tak puas hati, sama ada aku ni makin gemuk, ataupun ada sebab2 lain yang menunjukkan "I am". So off we went to Guardian Wlds Mart to buy the HPT. Sampai je pat umah, aku pun buatlah test tu, tak kisah hari dah jauh malam. Nak puaskan hatinye pasal kan...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALAMAK! Sekali betul dah.. I am preggie again! Hehehe... dah 2 mths plus, going 3 already. Haiz, nampaknya I need to do a Mummy's Day out with Nurul asap, sebelum perut ni membesar. Actuali kalau krg tenung betul2, perut dah nampak dah. It's much visible now if compared to my first pregnancy. Excited?? Of course. My girl's gonna get a sibling to play with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Predicting it's a boy... Let's see lah eh. Tu kalau ikot apa my mom mimpikan... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I shall do my SEM report now. Bleargh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6447436766085436683?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6447436766085436683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6447436766085436683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/11/yup-i-am.html' title='Yup, I am!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3323343434523504031</id><published>2008-10-31T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:20:04.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;It's quite a while now since my last update. Almaklum jelah. Aku sibuk with work, with family, nak social lagik... Lagipun, rumah aku dah takde internet. Bile aku dah finally have MY HOUSE, selepas si seller tu dah dihalau, I will update frequently. When I'm at my parents', malas pulak nak update. So tired lah nowadays...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Baru je 4 bulan aku bawak motor, motor aku dah kena rampas by my Baba lagi. So, now, I get driven around by him. Hahaha! Tau aku tak bilang dia lah...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;B's happy that motor aku tu buat show je pat carpark. Pancit jugak tayar aku tu nanti. Baru tukar hosenya. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Btw, my lil' girl dah nak masuk 7 months now. Dah boleh tiarap, mengoceh tak habis2. Menggeramkan orang! Nanti aku update gambar dia eh, esp masa hari raya. Baju dia semua baju sponsor wei! Makcik2 and cuzzin2 aku belikan dia byk baju sampai ada yang belum pakai!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;So. about my kids at skul lak... I'm so happy for my P1. Most of them got band 1. Haiz, kalaulah P6 aku pun leh dapat gitu... akulah orang yang paling bangga sekali! I am proud of my P6. Been with most of them from P4, ever since I first set foot in the skul. Pray that they'll always excel in life! Never give up, ya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;Oklah. My baby girl is next to me now with her Nyai. Update again soon. Toodles!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3323343434523504031?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3323343434523504031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3323343434523504031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/10/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-1919520896992978894</id><published>2008-06-25T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:05:47.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempah Baju Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anyone knows of any tukang jahit yang ambil tempahan untuk buat baju baby? I really want to tempah dres untuk my baby girl...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kain dah ada.. Lace lagik. Masa beli kain for hari raya with my mom the other day, orang kedai tu kasi extra satu setgh hela... Siap dgn lining.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So kalau anyone knows of any tukang jahit yang ambik tempahan for babies' dress, PLEASE tell me ya! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-1919520896992978894?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1919520896992978894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1919520896992978894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/06/tempah-baju-baby.html' title='Tempah Baju Baby.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-8564549526924338841</id><published>2008-06-25T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:49:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to riding again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Next week, I'm back to work. Another hectic schedule to add... The only best part of it all, I can ride my &lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;scooter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; again. &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.beeutifool.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SGISZQoKCqwAAFW8SWQ1/16345039435146l.jpg?et=ECH%2BACNhRsGt4Mm7hQVuiA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How I miss riding on it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talking about riding. Aku teringat lak tadi B ceritakan aku pasal kawan dia. He caught his gf (his EX-gf now) at her workplace on a bike with some other guy. Bah! His prev ex-gf pon ran away with a mat motor! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wat's with these young girls nowadays? Nape lah dorang suka kejarkan mat motor?? Aku sungguh tak paham. Diorang ni tak terpk ke yg mat motor ni bawak diorang on a bike yang maseh berhutang?! Still under instalment? No offence ya. But think about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kalau nak sgt and suka sgt naik motor, go take bike licence, get your own bike... Kan lagi bagus dari krg tertenggek pat motor yang dah banyak kali cium pantat pompan lain??! Fikirkan lah...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Masa mak bapak aku announce yang aku nak tunang, ada yang tertanya-tanye... bakal tunang Ayu tu mat motor ke?? Nah! Mat motor bukan, mat kereta pun bukan. Laki aku ni mat tahan taxi aje...hehehe :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sememangnya aku tak minat dgn mat motor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-8564549526924338841?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/8564549526924338841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/8564549526924338841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-riding-again.html' title='Back to riding again...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-9205638288245227698</id><published>2008-06-25T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:29:24.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Seram Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aku tengah masak. Macam biasa je pada mulanya. Hubby tgh tido pat dalam bilik. Kucing aku pun tgh tido pat sofa depan. While aku tgh potong sayur, tiba-tiba I felt something behind me, like a gust of wind. Aku pun pusing belakang, tot it was hubby playing a prank on me. Skali aku pusing, takde pulak. Tot it might be the kucing  kot. Tengok bawah, pat kandang dia pun takde gak. Aku letak pisau tu baik2, go to the hall, there Anje was sleeping. Aku tgoklah dalam bilik. B pun tgh tido soundly. Hmm...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wat do u tink? Ada yg lalu agaknya... Aku buat bodoh je. Teroskan dgn memasak...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dgn ketibaannya baby Mysha telah menambahkan seram sejuk aku pat umah ni. For the 1st 3 weeks at my Mama's place, Mysha can always be left alone. Tido nyenyak. On the 4th week. I was back at B's place. Bila aku tinggalkan dia aje dalam bilik, dia mesti nangis. Even though at tat point when aku kluar tu, dia tgh tido. She will wake up. Melalak! Practically screaming for life! Susah aku nak buat keje umah. Asal aku nak masak ke, nak vacumm ke, or do any housework, I put on the carrier or the sarong, and tuck her inside. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then came one night. B keje malam. MIL pun dah tido. So aku tidolah dgn Mysha by my side. Tiba-tiba. cuping telinga aku ni panas nah. Looked at the window. I tot I saw sumting there. Staring. Baby aku dah start nangis lagi... Aku pun bacalah Al-Fatihah and the 4 Qull. Baca ulang2 kali, telinga aku yang panas tak reda2 until I heard a long scratching sound on the window... Finally it was gone. Baby pun mula tone down... and fell asleep. Banyak kali jugak aku rasa macam ada yg dtg menyinggah pat umah ni. Baik B ada pat umah mahupun tidak...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haiz apa nak buat... Lagi baik aku pindah dari sini dari asyik2 kena kacau aje. Hmm, korang penah tak bukak tong sampah and saw a hand wanting to come out of it? Well, I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-9205638288245227698?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/9205638288245227698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/9205638288245227698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/06/cerita-seram-part-ii.html' title='Cerita Seram Part II'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-4855244691225301198</id><published>2008-06-25T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:03:35.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Seram Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ya. Hari ni saya akan menceritakan tentang... Ok cut the crap. Senang cakap aku nak pindah. There's lotsa reasons why I want to move out so much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;Rumah ni gelap.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Rumah ni takde storeroom.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Rumah ni is at the corridor. No privacy.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Rumah ni dah bersepah dgn bulu kucing. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Tong sampah rumah ni berlobang. Banyak lipas yg masuk.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Bilik tiga pat rumah ni is at the corridor yang dah turn into a storeroom.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;No nicely decorated room for my baby girl.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Jiran atas slalu memekak. Pagi, petang, siang, malam mesti ada bunyi orang ber-hammer lah, ber-drill lah, orang lari2 lah, orang main goli lah.... Tapi yang peliknya, aku tak pemah nampak budak2 kecik main2 pat atas. Semuanya selipar orang besar2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;So korang rasa2 reason yang last tu... hmm... kalau bukan orang, apa ehk yang memekak malam2 buta? Oklah. Kesimpulannya untuk blog kali ini, aku akan ceritakan pertamakali dan kali2 yang seterusnya aku terkena dgn benda yang wujud pat umah aku ni...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One fine afternoon, aku tengah kemas2 rumah ngan laki aku. Dia tgh relek pat dalam bilik while aku baring pat sofa luar sambil ambik gambar. Tup2 bila aku tgh teliti gambar2 tu, salah satu gambar tu adalah aku with pokok plastik MIL aku in the backgrd. And.. there's a scary face on it... So fine aku buat bodoh je. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On one day, last year during the June holidays, aku tgh tido dalam bilik. Hubby and MIL dah pegi keje. I dunno whether I was dreaming or not but it seemed so real... Aku tau aku tersadar at about 7am. I tot I heard my MIL walking, just came out of her room. So aku ni ingatkan dia tak keje. Dgn mata aku yg separuh tutup, aku bukaklah pintu to ask her,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Mama tak keje niari?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I saw a lil' boy with her. They were walking towards the main door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Skali tu, dia pun toleh, pandang aku, she said dengan suara garau gitu,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Aku bukan mama kau!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUP!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Aku tutup pintu dgn cepat. Masuk bawah selimut. Aku tutup mata rapat2. I noe I wasn't dreaming. It is real. About an hour later aku bangun to siap2 nak gi workshop pat Woodlands Pri kalau tak silap aku. By tat day, I've already missed IT for more than a week. Mine was always regular. So bah... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Tat was the last day of the workshop. So kita balek setengah hari. Nasib baik lah setgh hari aje. Pat rumah, aku tertonggang-tonggek. Perot aku terlalu sakit. Bisa nah. Check - i was bleeding profusely. Aku pun call lah my Mama. Mula2 dia kata agaknya IT dtg lambat sbab tu darah banyak. Then she call again tanya dah bape hari aku lbt. She asked me to go to Umesh. Umesh was her gynae for more than 23 years ago, He was the one who delivered me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, back to the story. Mmg lah malam sebelumnye aku terjatuh. Hit kaki katil, lose balance and fall. Told ya I was clumsy. So off we were at Umesh's. Mama and B ikot aku. Bila aku bilang wat happen, bla bla bla... he said I might have suffered a miscarriage. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Aku macam tak percaya gitu kan. So ok wat happen later on aku dah penah critekan pat blog aku ni. Bila aku pk2 balek kan, mungkin jugak anak yang aku kandung tu anak lelaki and nenek tua yg aku "mimpikan" tadi pagi tu has brought him along... Sound merepek? Well, aku rasa it's not impossible and anything can happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-4855244691225301198?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4855244691225301198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4855244691225301198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/06/cerita-seram-part-i.html' title='Cerita Seram Part I'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3754659384481938546</id><published>2008-06-25T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:29:31.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before I blabber on and on and on... I'm just wondering. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Who is he?" I want an answer. I hope nurul (aka ladee iira) can help me out with this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3754659384481938546?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3754659384481938546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3754659384481938546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-tree.html' title='Family Tree...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-2973353497856813985</id><published>2008-05-16T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:07:06.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Beware. This is a super-loooooong entry...&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;It was scheduled to be on Labour Day but…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;My girl decided to pop out earlier. No. Correction. The DOCTOR wanted her to come out earlier. He was worried as my girl wasn’t active and doesn’t respond even when the vibrator thingy was put on my tummy. The ctg reading wasn’t good either. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Earlier on in the morning, Baba hantar my B and I to KKH as it was near his workplace. B mentioned to him that he has the feeling I’ll be admitted that day. Baba cakap that’s not possible lah &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; sebab belom ada tanda2 lagi. Belom ada dia kata?? Hmm…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Boy, did he and my Mama got a shock when I called to say I’m admitted already. Hahaha… Mama, baik2 ngantok sebab baru balek keje malam teros segar-bugar. At that point, I was already 1.5cm opened.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;OK. So I was admitted but the bed wasn’t ready. I took the chance to go for brunch first. Tanya lah my B. I was shaking. Menggigil-gigil. &lt;SPAN lang=FI style="mso-ansi-language: FI"&gt;Rasa takot tu ada tapi perot yang terasa lapar ni perlu diisi jugaklah kan... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=FI style="mso-ansi-language: FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;At &lt;st1:time Hour="13" Minute="30"&gt;1.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, we were back at the Admission. There we were brought to the ward. Then, the nurse, Kak Siti, came and told me the procedure, etc, etc… Was told that I’ll be sent to the labour ward at 6.00 pm. Haiz.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;My parents and my MIL came and then when I was sent to the LW, they went to Tekka to eat. Geram je aku dengar. Dah lah I love nasi goring Mamak…&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;So off I went to LW. At &lt;st1:time Hour="18" Minute="30"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, was told that they have to observe and insert that thing (I forgot what the name was) to soften the cervix. At &lt;st1:time Hour="22" Minute="0"&gt;10pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, the opening was still 1.5cm but softened already. And so the Doc said she’ll come back at &lt;st1:time Hour="2" Minute="0"&gt;2am&lt;/st1:time&gt; to check again how I’ve progressed. While waiting, I watched Cartoon Network. Best jugak eh... Ni part blom terasa sakit lagik tau so I can still camwhore with B in that room. Hahaha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;When at &lt;st1:time Hour="2" Minute="0"&gt;2am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, the doc didn’t come, the midwife said she wants me to change my position after a few minutes so as to make the baby move. Did all I can but the baby maseh nak tido! Haiyo… At &lt;st1:time Hour="15" Minute="0"&gt;3pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; gitu, aku start rasa sakit. Apa taknya asik2 kena cocok aje… Contractions have started. The Doc came and check. Only 3 cm at &lt;st1:time Hour="3" Minute="42"&gt;3.42am&lt;/st1:time&gt;. Aku dah tak tahan. Breathe in and out macam mana pun, when perasaan takot and sakit dah combine… jawab sendiri lah ye.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;I asked for the epidural. Midwife tak nak bagi tapi the Doc say can give. The ctg was getting better already. Then the Snr Doc came. He gave the green light. Skali, the midwife enter lagik and talk to the Snr Doc. He changed his mind. He said “Give it a few more minutes. We need to see the progress again.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Alamak, at that point aku dah start bengang. &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;The “a few minutes” became a few hours. Every time the midwife came in to check on me, I keep asking for the epidural. Dia suruh aku try the gas, I declined. I know myself. The gas won’t help. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;At &lt;st1:time Hour="6" Minute="45"&gt;6.45am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, aku dah start mengamok. “Ok, ok. I’ll call the anesthetic now.” Tapi midwife tu tak pulak kluar2 dari bilik aku. “I want it now!” Barulah dia kluar. After being in pain for nearly 4 hours, barulah aku dapat the amazing epidural. Aku cakap “Thank you” banyak kali pat anesthetic tu. Before midwife tu tukar shift, aku mintak maaf pat dia. Dia cakap “Haiyo. Never mind lah. It’s normal for people to get angry when they are in pain. See, now u’re smiling again.”&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;And so, at &lt;st1:time Hour="7" Minute="9"&gt;7.09am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I was 7cm already. Another 3 cm more to go. Doc tu cocok2 macam mana pun, aku ok jek sebab tak rasa sakit pe… Finally at &lt;st1:time Hour="14" Minute="0"&gt;2pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, I was 9cm already. The nurse came in at &lt;st1:time Hour="14" Minute="33"&gt;2.33pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; to check again and said I was ready to go. Any time I feel macam nak berak, just give a hard push. Dia ajar B macam mana nak help me. Only B and the nurse were there to deliver my princess. After my 3&lt;SUP&gt;rd&lt;/SUP&gt; push, I blacked out for about a minute. When I heard “Eh, y she so quiet? Ayu, Ayu…” then I opened my eyes. It took me 31 minutes to push before my girl was out. And by that time, 2 doctors and the midwife had came in to give me encouragement. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;Part my B nak potong the tali pusat lagik klakar sampaikan orang semua ketawa, termasuklah aku. Ape tidaknya? Nurse tu handed him the instrument and the glove. Wan gabra sampaikan glove tu jatuh2. Nak pakai glove pun leh menggigil. &lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://beeutifool.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SC2iMQoKCqwAAHiGDEw1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.beeutifool.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SC2iMQoKCqwAAHiGDEw1/6.jpg?et=4NSJyM8nH6U6TE9UyrIXwg&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Then I heard her cry. I see her. I can finally look at that pretty face. That feeling, I shall never and can never forget. From then on, bermulalah perjalananku sebagai seorang ibu. Semoga aku dapat menjadi contoh yang baik untuk anakku, Mysha Irsalina.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-2973353497856813985?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2973353497856813985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2973353497856813985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour.html' title='Labour.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3382793569670085679</id><published>2008-05-07T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:11:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Presence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/SCHFqA6q1BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HaGIkg6uKRI/s1600-h/28042008301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197652770553517074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/SCHFqA6q1BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HaGIkg6uKRI/s200/28042008301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while now. Have been kept on my toes ever since the presence of the lil' one at home. My precious. Her papa's gem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok fine. I'm not on my toes all the time. I'm always on my butt. Haha! My princess is an easy baby. She wakes up after every 4 hours on average for her milk and change of diapers. That, if she's breastfed or else it'll be after every 2 hours. Malam pun tak dia tak buat ragam. No matter how loud the TV volume is set, dia tak bangun! Bila aku tgh bobal ngan Nurul hari tu, ketawa kuat macam mana pun, Mysha tetap sound asleep... Haiz, senangnya. Ni buat aku nak have more babies!! Hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathing her, sleeping with her... macam mimpi gitu kan. Kadang-kadang tu aku macam tak percaya aku dah jadi mak. Betul ape orang cakap. Pertalian seorang ibu dan anak-anaknya, tidak ada yang dapat pisahkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered 2 days after we were discharged from KKH, she was admitted for jaundice. Aku melalak! I dun remember myself crying that hard, that bad. Not even after all my previous break-ups, mind you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa taknya. When she's admitted, I'm still cool. Bila dia dah masuk nursery tu, aku maseh ok tapi dah start pikiran. Bila nurse tu call aku suruh naik buat blood test, hati aku dah berdebar-debar. After all that, before I leave the nursery, I asked the nurse "Where's my daughter?" Dia cakap ape kau tau... "There. That one. See her hand like calling you." Terus aku melalak. Hilang rasa malu sebab nangis sambil jalan towards Delifrance where Hubby is. Tried to stop the tears from flowing but I simply can't. I'm a new mom, what do you expect? Tink all or most of the other mothers can relate to this situation, where you have to be separated from your child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still crying when we board the cab. Cried the most when I reach my parents. For the time being, I'm residing at their place. Kata confinement period... Back to me crying. I lay on the bed, crying so hard that it made my B cried too. Sweet kan? Macam lagu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila kau senyum, ku gembira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila kau sedih, ku menangis...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got my baby girl back, what a relief! Hugged her tight. Held onto her w/o letting her go in anyone's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama love you, Mysha Irsalina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then. Next update will be on the labour period itself. Hands are tired of typing now..Gotta sleep while she's asleep too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3382793569670085679?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3382793569670085679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3382793569670085679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/05/her-presence.html' title='Her Presence.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/SCHFqA6q1BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HaGIkg6uKRI/s72-c/28042008301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-1636898203517660800</id><published>2008-04-09T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:16:54.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeayness!!</title><content type='html'>Kudos to my lil' Malay dancers from Wellington Pri Sch... We managed to maintain the GOLD award this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sia-sia Ayu &amp;amp; Jaja (the 2 committed instructors!) datang pagi dan petang, sacrifice their Saturdays, untuk ajar and polish up the dance with budak2 WPS. Thanks again, babes! It has been wonderful working with you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sarah, thanks for taking the time to gosok budak-budaknye samping, glu the tepak, etc... To the parents, thanks for ur support. We really appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my B, thanks for ur support - accompanying me to the practices, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to myself... sekarang aku dah boleh bersalin in peace! Hahaha... Lil' princess, when are you coming out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.. I love you all to bits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-1636898203517660800?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1636898203517660800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1636898203517660800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeayness.html' title='Yeayness!!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-802839639823598240</id><published>2008-04-03T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:48:32.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>Lama betol tak update kan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat? Aku on MC for 2 hari. Ingat dah ok tadi pagi when I didn't rasa constant energetic movements from the princess. Rupa2nya salah dah... The movement tiba2 makin terok bila aku diri nak gi mandi, mcm orang tgh joget bhangra pat dalam. Dah, kesian mak bapak aku kena datang rumah hantar aku gi klinik bawah. There's no one at home. B and MIL baru keluar gi work. B suruh aku gi KK but for wat?? Setakat observation je. Dah 2 kali aku kena masuk tpt tu. Membosankan. Lagi baik aku gi klinik bawah, more time for me to rest. Malam takleh tido. Siang tak leh tido. Apa ni!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada orang kata aku ni mcm biskut. Sekejap ada, sekejap tak ada. Haiz... yang cakap tu pulak, orang yang dah ada anak. Aku taulah yang kau tu kuat... Ataupun, mungkin kau dah lupa agaknya keadaan orang mengandung. Almaklum jelah anak kau kan dah besar-besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ni bukan sengaja tak nak buat keje tapi badan aku dah tak larat. Macam mana nak keje kalau every night aku tak tido. Mata terbeliak mcm burung hantu. Nak pusingkan badan pun tak boleh. So, aku tidolah straight mcm pocong. Yang si kecik pat dalam ni mcm dah tak tau duduk diam. Bergerak-gerak pat hujung-hujung, rasa mcm nak terkeluar je. Aku jalan pun dah mcm penguin. Agaknya lah kan, penguin tu jalan lagi cantik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too drained! Haiz... maternity leave aku yang suppose to start next week tu, ntah dah approved ke belom. Ahh gasaklah! Aku dah tak kuasa. Sesungguhnya aku dah penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, B asked "Amacam? Bila nak next one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him "Huh? Yang ni belum lepas, nak next one?? U wait long long lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my constant sighing goes on.... perhaps until lil' Mysha is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-802839639823598240?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/802839639823598240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/802839639823598240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3422635635512988291</id><published>2008-03-17T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:49:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a prince!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R94iOkjLhVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ywQHiktEP_o/s1600-h/Image(097).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178614255247394130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R94iOkjLhVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ywQHiktEP_o/s200/Image(097).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to my best gf, Nurul! She finally burst out a baby boy on the 16th March 2008, 0015 hrs. So, what's his name, gf?? Macam mana agaknya rupa anak kau &amp;amp; Hairul eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have yet to visit her though. Sejak-semenjak ni, asyik2 noneng je kepala aku ni. Kadang-kadang tu berpeluh-peluh mcm nak pengsan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyeaha! Lepas ni, kita leh bawak pram, carrier, etc, gi jalan-jalan!! Com'on hot mama! Let's finish off our hubby's money to go shopping with our lil' ones. Hahaha... Erm, B, work harder. Go for more OT ya. Mama nak gi shopping!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anxiously waiting for my turn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3422635635512988291?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3422635635512988291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3422635635512988291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-prince.html' title='It&apos;s a prince!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R94iOkjLhVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ywQHiktEP_o/s72-c/Image(097).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-5108168041277359034</id><published>2008-03-12T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:00:57.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R9fTDUjLhTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aTH7LqnJPEI/s1600-h/ayuwan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176838350695007538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R9fTDUjLhTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aTH7LqnJPEI/s320/ayuwan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I still look radiant, right? *not shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omigod.. it's been like ages since I updated the entries here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Term 1 at work has been hectic and I'm exhausted. I'm usually not like this. I know I'm not the kind of person to leave work hanging, go on many MCs, etc. But I can't help it lah. My princess is draining my energy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And guess wat?! My dear girl won't even let me scream and shout or be a bit mad at my pupils. She will go Royal Rumble in me if I were to do that. Belum sempat aku habis marah budak2 hari tu, dia dah put a warning. Saaaaaakiit!! Terduduk kejap aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the past, whenever I'm with my P1's, I'll have lots of fun, full of songs and dance. But now, I can only show the actions while sitting down. In the past, I can dance with the Malay dancers during training. Now I can only sit and watch. BORING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Families, friends and colleagues are predicting that I'll burst in April. I tink so too. Sekuat-kuat aku ni, the Princess is getting too heavy for me already. My tummy may look small but it's heavy! I can still wear high heels though...Glamour mesti maintain babe. Teehees... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Monday, I was admitted to the Delivery Suite. No, not becos I wan to deliver but because I had a fall. My mama panic tapi aku ni relek aje. Pagi jatuh, malam baru nak pegi hospital. Berjela-jela aku kena khutbah dgn Mama. Bah! Nasib baik baby aku ni strong like the mother. Tetap active! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oklah. Aku dah penat type ni. C ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-5108168041277359034?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/5108168041277359034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/5108168041277359034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-updates.html' title='Latest updates...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R9fTDUjLhTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/aTH7LqnJPEI/s72-c/ayuwan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-4932485159352563090</id><published>2008-01-15T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:46:28.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bengang!</title><content type='html'>ITE? Poly? JC? Uni? Ada apa pada semua ni??! So wat if u're from RI, Victoria, or wateva good sch there is here?? Tolong jawab. Apa yg buat kau rasa kau tu istimewa sangat?? Apa kau ingat budak2 neighbourhood sch tak boleh maju? Budak2 ITE (yg habiskan ok, bukan yg separuh jalan) tu semua sampah masyarakat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nak ingatkan kau, baik kau sedara aku ke bukan, u better TRY n finish ur A levels first, get a respectable job, before u try to mess with other people's life. Kau kena ingat, it's people like YOU who made people like ME kejarkan success! Korang panggil aku bodoh, mesti tak leh make it among my other sedaras, but look what I am now and where I stand amongst you. I am so pissed off. F*ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh please lah... Kau pegi tuisyen juz to try to ensure that u're able to stay up there while my brother tak payah blaja, besok exam pon hari ni boleh pegi Melaka, can still stay in Express. What does that show, you idiot! Wat was that you said to my brother?? You told him pegi ITE sudah? Eh helo, jangan kau cuba2 nak berlagak, hina ahli keluarga aku. Jangan sampai keluarga kau sakit mata lagi, cemburu tengok keluarga aku bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin kau cuba nak matikan semangat aku sekeluarga, semakin kuatlah aku satu family. Ingat ni, jantan tak guna! Dah ada contoh depan mata pun tak sedar2 lagi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-4932485159352563090?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4932485159352563090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4932485159352563090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2008/01/bengang.html' title='Bengang!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-2426547063665378171</id><published>2007-12-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:58:37.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Redzuan Rahayu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Part 1 : On The Outside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Mrs Redzuan Rahayu, Anak Othman.&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth : 12 Nov 1985&lt;br /&gt;Current status : Legally married.&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour : Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour : Black, with medium blonde highlights (what's left only...)&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty : Righty.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign : Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 2 : On The Inside&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage : Pure Javanese.&lt;br /&gt;Your fear : Sleeping alone at night.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness : Seeing him sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 3 : Yesterday , Today and Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up : What to pack for my hubby...&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime : It depends on what the plan is for that night.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory : Seeing him and Baba on the dias, doing the ijab jabul, akad nikah thingy... Boy, both their hands shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 4 : Your Pick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Pepsi, please.&lt;br /&gt;McD or Burger king : McD's fries, but BK's burgers.&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates : I'd prefer single. I'm a selfish bitch. Hahaz.. Nah!&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea : Lipton.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla : Chocs! Who can resist them??&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee : Erm, both's bad for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 5 : Do You?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Never. Never have I not cursed. Hahaha.. especially when I'm riding.&lt;br /&gt;Drink : Hell, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 6 : In The Past Month&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : No. Smell it, lotsa times. I have lotsa perfumes!&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Like duh! Got my 2 mth bonus what...&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : Always.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : Nope. Sungguh tak sedap.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : Not now. Maybe after I deliver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 7 : Have You Ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : Erm, always. With B only...&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : Nope. Why shud I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 8 : Age&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hoping to be married : That's done. I got married when I'm 21 yrs old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 9 : In A Guy/Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour : Black, Brown. As long as there's colour.&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour : Black, dark brown. White - when we get older kays...&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair : Short. I dun wan him to fight with me over the shampoo if he has long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 10 : What Were You Doing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute ago : Doing this.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ago : In the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : Attending meetings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago : Was on my honeymoon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 11 : Finish The Sentences&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love : my family.&lt;br /&gt;I feel : so loved by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hate : when B is not around.&lt;br /&gt;I miss : being nagged by my Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;I need : to talk to my baby now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 12 : Tag 5 People&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Huda&lt;br /&gt;2. Aishah&lt;br /&gt;3. Ain&lt;br /&gt;4. Shikin&lt;br /&gt;5. Kak Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-2426547063665378171?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2426547063665378171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2426547063665378171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/mrs-redzuan-rahayu.html' title='Mrs Redzuan Rahayu.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-7608176938195273653</id><published>2007-12-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:25:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short GetAway....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey there... long time no updates ya. Somehow I felt I had a short holz diz time ard kalau nak dibandingkan dengan last yr. Padahal, kalau nak dibandingkan, it shud be the other way ard coz I was so bz last yr, wat wif my big day, my honeymoon, the baby-making... ahakz! Ok, getting cheeky here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ya.. B and I didn't get to go anywhere in the end. He was left with 2 days annual leave. His other days were being used for accompanying me to KKH. Bleargh! Baba, Mama, Ijah and Mimin also didn't get to go on their planned 1-wk holiday all bcos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;B and I tak boleh pegi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banjir dok di negeri jiran..!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as my laling uncle, Wak Onan, has to bring pple for their haj, he left Baba the keys to his bungalow at JB. Kita pun apa lagi... buat BBQ lah. It was supposed to be an extended family thingy but in the end only B, my family, Wak Mama's family, Abg Luq, Kak J, Huda, Hadi and Abg Khai were there. So shioook.... 4 elders and all the rest, we youngsters! Gerek, gerek...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nanti kita buat lagi mcm ni eh... Mama, more dishes please!! Say ketam, more ayam, more udang, and ikan bakar lah, amaciam?? Enjoy the pics below. More pics at beeutifool.multiply.com...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255289199747042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JG6K3G3-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yfxm9mRWRyA/s320/22122007038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255297789681650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JG6q3G3_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/QK4uR1uASTU/s320/22122007043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255302084648962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JG663G4AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NiIU9moPXVY/s320/22122007045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255302084648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JG663G4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RBZHgtL8W5M/s320/PC220024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255954919678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JHg63G4DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FQUVEp9Ze6c/s320/PC220026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148255959214645314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JHhK3G4EI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bra8mWUkAvw/s320/PC220027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-7608176938195273653?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7608176938195273653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7608176938195273653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/short-getaway.html' title='Short GetAway....'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R3JG6K3G3-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yfxm9mRWRyA/s72-c/22122007038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-133335786414150695</id><published>2007-12-19T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:00:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SEVEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, here goes the SEVEN...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm blissfully married and hope to be married all the way (with the same man, of course)..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting chubbier and chubbier!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still two-timing my hubby - with my pinky-soon-to turn-champagne vespa!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like wearing jewelleries. So, B, stop buying me those! But, you can keep buying me rings.. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am super-emotional ever since I got prego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't like sleeping alone at night. (So glad B finally got the office hour shift!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not arrogant. I just don't simply talk to people whom I don't know or when I'm not being introduced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 THINGS THAT SCARES ME&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allah S.W.T.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All drivers that drives their vehicle super-fast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cockroaches. Big or small, it doesn't matter. I'm still scared of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...when B gives me that LOOK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that the people I love will somehow leave, someday...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worms. Eeuuuw!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 RANDOM MUSIC AT THE MOMENT&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sampaiku menutup mata - Acha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lelaki Ini - Anuar Zain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kekasih Gelapku - Ungu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crank that Soulja Boy - Soulja Boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gslide Tour Bus - Lil Mama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell in Love with the DJ - Chenelle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sepenuh Hati - Spoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 THINGS I SAY THE MOST&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;B, bangun sayang...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ewah, ewah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ape je.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nak masak pe nari?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halo..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mepek ar..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 PEOPLE TO DO THIS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;glamchica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shinajay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comot81&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cicercaca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;madamsarcastic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anl0607&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;farfallaselvaggia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-133335786414150695?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/133335786414150695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/133335786414150695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven.html' title='The SEVEN...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-4339547483927110876</id><published>2007-12-10T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:13:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kickin'</title><content type='html'>Oh, I love eu, baby! I can already feel my baby moving about, esp. at night. Teehees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday nite, bile aku tgh emo emo, my baby consoled me. Aku boleh rasa and saw my tummy bouncing. Bounce baby, bounce! U made my day (nite rather), sayang... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, my baby's been actively moving about... Can't wait to bring eu into this world, my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's a prince or a princess?? I'm not sure. Wait till the 18th Dec, ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-4339547483927110876?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4339547483927110876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4339547483927110876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/alive-and-kickin.html' title='Alive and kickin&apos;'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3701269030633272478</id><published>2007-12-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:57:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz, quiz and more Personality Quizzes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is caring, peaceful, artistic, and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 7% of all people have your personality, including 8% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Sensing, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF8C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCE3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You Know About Your Guy: Practically Everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouknowyourmanquiz/know-well.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gotten to know your man really well&lt;br /&gt;From his hopes and dreams to favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have enough info to figure out if he's *the* guy&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you may know him a little better than you know yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouknowyourmanquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Know Your Man?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3701269030633272478?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3701269030633272478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3701269030633272478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/quiz-quiz-and-more-personality-quizzes.html' title='Quiz, quiz and more Personality Quizzes..'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6982368746600074382</id><published>2007-12-07T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:26:45.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Wedding Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I love him. I love him more and more with each passing day. I'm blessed to have such a wonderful hubby. He's always so lovable... Who can resist that face he puts on whenever he sulks or when he is at his down..? Well, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141206163357288562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R1k7xCv1yHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/509303WPPuc/s320/Ayu+husband.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you, hubby, for being extremely patient with me... Muacks!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6982368746600074382?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6982368746600074382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6982368746600074382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/12/1st-wedding-anniversary.html' title='1st Wedding Anniversary.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R1k7xCv1yHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/509303WPPuc/s72-c/Ayu+husband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3089203816599440059</id><published>2007-11-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T20:32:51.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R1k84Sv1yII/AAAAAAAAAFU/I2EKiR6f3-I/s1600-h/22112007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141207387422967938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R1k84Sv1yII/AAAAAAAAAFU/I2EKiR6f3-I/s320/22112007033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from left: Ramona, Fairuz, Hidayati, Seri Rahayu (Me), Siti Rahayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, syukur alhamdulillah! I feel so happy. Extremely excited!! Thanks Cikgu for showing me that there're other paths I can take to upgrade myself. I'm so glad I'm in this school. (Well, that's most of the time, at least.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately told Hubby the news. Told him that I dun haf to leave him or our Baby in order for me to further my studies. Damn syiok! The news has indeed brighten up his &lt;strong&gt;boring &lt;/strong&gt;day at work. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Guess wat? I saw the ex's fren juz now. Cikgu and I were waiting to cross the road when I saw 2 kapchai and 1 scrambler pass by. I recognise that face on that scrambler. Tak tau lak kalau2 the ex was riding one of the kapchai. I doubt so lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my check-up tomorrow. Anyways, got to go now. Dah kehabisan bicara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sejak-semenjak ni, aku dah jadi mcm one of the lame people. Aku cuma bobal pasal benda2 yang penting/mustahak dan yang perlu sahaja. You wun be able to hear any hot gossips from me dah... Where's the old Ayu?? Haiz. Dah lama tak call Nurul. Dah lama kita tak gossip eh, Ul? Dosa pun semakin kurang agaknya. Hahahahaha! Must call you soon. Miss you, babe! And ya, I have yet to thank my other gossip partner, Huda. Thanks for the prezzie. Aku blm go to my mom's place lah. Will do so tmr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3089203816599440059?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3089203816599440059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3089203816599440059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/R1k84Sv1yII/AAAAAAAAAFU/I2EKiR6f3-I/s72-c/22112007033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-3423755615330309257</id><published>2007-11-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:51:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benar kata si ibu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/Rz2SKFEpiwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ihu5fzhbtN0/s1600-h/Salam+Mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/Rz2SKFEpiwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ihu5fzhbtN0/s320/Salam+Mama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133419852130257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama was right. No. Correction, she is ALWAYS 99.9% right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I went for urut the other day. Mama yang suro bcos I kip complaining of pain on the left side. Tak rugi, tak menyesal dgr ckp mama. Nek Long found out my Jnr. was stuck on the left side of the ari-ari (tink tat's how it's spelled) and so tat's causing the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Kau tu lincah sangat. Cubalah jalan pelan sikit. Jangan terkejar-kejar ke sana ke sini. Slalu je ckp dah lambat.. Kalau dah lambat, keluar siang sikit. Bangun siang sikit." The consequence I got for not listening, cramps. Sakit perut aku pasal jalan cepat sangat. But Ma, Mama pun sama pe. Slalu cakap "Ha, Mama dah lambat ni. Mesti terlepas transport!" So, cannot put the blame on me. Anak Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, recently while chatting with her about Bro, she said "Dia anak lelaki. Lepaskan pun, tak risau sgt. Kau, anak perempuan. Tgk, bila aku lepaskan teros, kau mengandung tak??" Hahaha, true. Veri true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama ckp bagus kalau ada ramai anak. Setiap orang anak pembawa rezeki tapi cuma kita saja yang tak tau bila atau di mana rezeki itu berada. Jangan sesekali buang anak sebab anak itu akan tuntut kelak di akhirat(melainkan jika ia di atas sebab-sebab akan menjejas kesihatan). So, to those irresponsible ones, who've gone for abortion even tho it's at, the worse I've heard was at 7 months of her pregnancy, korang pandai2 lah jawab &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pantun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;nanti, bila di sana. Sanggup kau &lt;strong&gt;bunuh &lt;/strong&gt;anak kau?? Dah lah belum sah as suami isteri, lepas tu jadi pembunuh pulak! Kejam. Sungguh zalim. Binatang tu lagi pandai jaga anak drpd korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so back to anak pembawa rezeki. Sungguh tak diduga. Murah rezeki Hubby sebab recently he's been transferred to sumwer better. With better allowance, tat means extra savings for the baby. Syukur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama slalu nasihatkan aku to work hard, jgn cari masalah pat keje. Apa orang suro buat, buat dgn seikhlas hati slagi terdaya. It has always been fun working with the colleagues around me. Must say, I'm lucky to be there altho there're times I feel like shit. And so, finally, my hard work is being recognised. Mcm biasa, aku ni slalu ignorant of coming up awards, etc, etc. So bila dipanggil tadi to receive the OCA, I was quite shocked! I tot aku kena panggil to do another deployment. Hahaha! Thanks to Cikgu Hidayati, the one "fighting all the way" for me! Hahaha.. I will, I will blanja, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dah. Tangan aku dah penat menaip ni. Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-3423755615330309257?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3423755615330309257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/3423755615330309257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/11/benar-kata-si-ibu.html' title='Benar kata si ibu...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/Rz2SKFEpiwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ihu5fzhbtN0/s72-c/Salam+Mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-9162940501841594130</id><published>2007-10-31T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:17:49.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found.</title><content type='html'>Ya, ya! B and I got &lt;strong&gt;lost &lt;/strong&gt;in KKH. We somehow ended up at the children's area. Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then I noe it's connected. Bah! So off we went to search and &lt;strong&gt;found &lt;/strong&gt;Clinic C. Biasalah kan. Kalau tak lambat, bukan SERI RAHAYU namanya!! I went out early, but still got stuck in the damn traffic. Dah lah tu. Taxi drebar bawak slow giler nye... Membara aje aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my 1st appt there was so much fun! I finally got to see the lil' one inside me. Selama aku pat poly, tak nah nampak pon. Kata susah nak nampaklah, takleh rasa lagiklah.. Alasan. Kalau dah bajet, bajet jugaklah kan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, back to my lil' one. Despite it kena 'kacau' to pusing and show his/her face, dia tetap face down. Sampaikan orang2 tu kata my lil' one is shy... Macam mummy dia kan?? Huahahaha!! Banyaklah aku punye shy! Shameless adelah... So I had to give myself 5 mins before gong in to scan again. Same thing! Baby tak nak pusing. In the end, I had to go walk2 and eat my breakfast first before going in. B said jnr. nanti dah besar, kepala batu agaknya. Ok, dis part, mcm papa dia. Not like me ya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time around, baby was facing 45 deg. Kena cucuk2, barulah dia respon and face front. Then, it didn't stop there. When lil' one faced front, he started to bounce2, lambaikan tangan dia. Hahaha!! Alahai, so cute gitu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I just can't wait for the next appt. Grow baby, grow! I wanna c u grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love eu lots... Yes, I love u too, B!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-9162940501841594130?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/9162940501841594130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/9162940501841594130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6402803060888533458</id><published>2007-10-20T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:23:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings..</title><content type='html'>Gosh! I didn't noe tat cravings can make me go real mad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, I wanted to eat sausage mC muffin w egg so badly! And so I told Hubby. He said ok. By the time I was ready (super-fast, it was already 10.20am. Then aku pon kelam-kabut nak kluar rumah only to be told to wait for the MIL. Aku punye mengamok!! Breakfast ends at 11am!! He added tat MIL and him wants to eat at Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan frustnye, aku kluar rumah sendiri. Told him I'll mit him there aje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas aku dapat makan SME at MacDonald's Causeway Point. Makan sorang-sorang. Syiok! Dah lama aku tak buat keje2 gile ni. Dah lama aku tak kuar enjoy sorang2. Aku dabis barulah Hubby sampai. It was already 10.55am! Nasib baik aku tak tunggu. Kalau tidak, jawabnye kempunanlah lagi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6402803060888533458?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6402803060888533458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6402803060888533458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/10/cravings.html' title='Cravings..'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-2212183163318134745</id><published>2007-10-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:59:51.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kemaafan...</title><content type='html'>Oooh... Salam lebaran to all muslims! Hope u had a wonderful time kunjung-mengunjungi, saling bermaafan di antara satu sama lain... Ain't tat swit? Switer for me coz it's my 1st time celebrating with Wan, as husband and wife! Selama aku tunang, I've been celebrating raya on my own. Tak macam orang yang dah tunang langsung! Single aje... Ade makcik2 yang nak kasi aku duit raya lagik cos they tot I was still skulin... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... D celebration dis yr felt different. Indah menyambut malam raya bersama suami tapi agak pilu bila teringat saat-saat manis ketika menyambutnya dengan abah, mama &amp;amp; my siblings... I remembered crying while washing the dishes last year on the eve of raya. However hard I tried to hide it, mama knows best. She didn't say anitink tho... Oh no! It's making me cry again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pause for a while*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, dis yr, hubby is finally free from work. Baba sewa MPV so tat both family can go jalan2 hari raya together-gether. Best kan?? Altho d MPV can be considered quite small, we still enjoyed it. And guess wat? On the 2nd day of raya, bile tgh jalan2 tu, I suddenly crave for McDonald's french fries!! Hahaha... Pity them. Had to stop by Bedok's MacD just to buy me tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the pics taken on both days... 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B's at work! Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpelah. Keje lah ye. Kumpul duit many2. We'll be needing more of it in time to come.  Kesian dia. Sampaikan asik2 down with fever. Worried for him tho... Fortunately, he's not a bummer, who likes to laze at home. Yes, he will laze on his off days. He needs a break. Everyone needs one, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the 1st appt yesterday. Had to listen to the antenatal consultant. What to do, when to do, and what can be done, etc etc. Was asked questions and by the answers she got, she says there's nothing to be worried then. A few rasa mual2 here and there, is nothing wrong. Should be having a smooth one then. Insya'Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing goes wrong, I'll be delivering on the 4th of May 2008. But it can be 2 weeks earlier or later than the expected due date. Hmm... 2 months down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you noe wat, I juz found out tat B is scared of needles!! He's scared of blood tooooo!! Haha, sumting in common there, ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked ayam masak merah yesterday.  Makan ngan ketupat Nona. YUMMY!! It was soooooo selera, you noe! But I had to control myself. Eat small bites at a time, or everything will juz go down the drain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6321275238486320656?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6321275238486320656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6321275238486320656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloody-bloody.html' title='Bloody, bloody....'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-4739275885934922764</id><published>2007-09-20T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:13:38.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing-a-song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I think about is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when I’m with my boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I’m crazy over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love that song... The beat i mean. Even my lovely sis knows it. She will go like "Oh..... Oh.. Oh...Oh..." when she hears the first beat of it. Itu ajelah yang dia tahu. Oh.. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... But for now, I still think the song from Acha, Sampaiku Menutup Mata, is THE song. Just love the lyric... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RvJEJbSiRmI/AAAAAAAAADU/UzBtbgCR1go/s1600-h/1_729839541l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112223455753946722" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RvJEJbSiRmI/AAAAAAAAADU/UzBtbgCR1go/s320/1_729839541l.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Abang, this is for eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RvJEJbSiRmI/AAAAAAAAADU/UzBtbgCR1go/s1600-h/1_729839541l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embun di pagi buta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menebarkan bau asa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detik demi detik ku hitung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inikah saat ku pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Tuhan ku cinta dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berikanlah aku hidup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takkan ku sakiti dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hukum aku bila terjadi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah untuk mencintai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah mengaku ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak mudah mengatakan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku jatuh cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senandungku hanya untuk cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tirakatku hanya untuk engkau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada dusta sumpah ku cinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sampai ku menutup mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cintaku sampai ku menutup mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Tuhan ku cinta dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berikanlah aku hidup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takkan ku sakiti dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hukum aku bila terjadi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-4739275885934922764?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4739275885934922764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4739275885934922764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/09/sing-song.html' title='Sing-a-song.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RvJEJbSiRmI/AAAAAAAAADU/UzBtbgCR1go/s72-c/1_729839541l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-8453326819018862160</id><published>2007-09-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:56:44.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh Bingit Lagi!</title><content type='html'>Izzit me or izzit the other peeps around me??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku suro isi form pon susah. Yang satu, nak kena tukar the FY2005 to FY2006 baru dia nak isikan markah budak2 tu. Yang satu pulak kata, hari ini bukan hari yang baik untuk dia isi form tu. Mepeks!! Lame reason. Aku rasa MT teachers are more co-operative.. Suro ape pon, walau bz, they will co-op... Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang ada bad day pe tapi kalau tat form is important, nak tak nak, kau haf to fill it up wat. Tolong ar. Kerja pakai teamwork pe, bukan solo2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak solo2, pegi gali kubur sendiri! Bongz siol mcm ni... Tgh puasa2 cam ni, orang suka buat perangai. Betol menguji kesabaran aku. Never mind, i will still be cool. Not for you, but for the one inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya aku tak sabar untuk keluar. About 7 more months to go.... Minus Nov and Dec, tgl 5 bulan je pat sini. So far, the past fasting days have been good for me. The jnr. tak buat perangai sangat... Thank God for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-8453326819018862160?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/8453326819018862160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/8453326819018862160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/09/argh-bingit-lagi.html' title='Argh Bingit Lagi!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6996730271249160886</id><published>2007-09-17T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:33:54.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingitzzzz!!</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedang bingit, bingitlah&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nyonya!&lt;br /&gt;Bukanku sengaja, berlengah&lt;br /&gt;ke sana!&lt;br /&gt;(ikutlah tune lagu aku sedang ingin bercinta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan aku nye kepala noneng, nak muntah, kena hari dia perangai... arghhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe takpe. Hari ini hari kau. Hari-hari lain pon hari kau... Hmph! Aku tunggu hari aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH BINGITTTTTTTTTT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6996730271249160886?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6996730271249160886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6996730271249160886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/09/bingitzzzz.html' title='Bingitzzzz!!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6684170106192670300</id><published>2007-09-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:44:57.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best b'day gift for him..</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. U've guessed it right. I'm pregnant now. Wan was truly excited. He couldn't and wouldn't believe it when I say I am with his child. I showed him the HPT. He said "U pegi doctor lah and check again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! So I went to the GP nearby. The lady doc tat I usually see wasn't around and another doc checked on me. He was expressionless and the way he said that I am prego didn't make me excited at all. He didn't tell me how far along I am and what I should do next. Didn't gimme the folic acid at all. Double BAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still went ahead to the Polyclinic. Waiting was long but at least the doc was better. Told me how many weeks, fix the antenatal appt, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has to accept that the news is the best b'day prezzie ever!! I love euu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... till I update again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6684170106192670300?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6684170106192670300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6684170106192670300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-bday-gift-for-him.html' title='The best b&apos;day gift for him..'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-7042308198430507603</id><published>2007-08-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:07:00.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence...</title><content type='html'>Come home now, abang. I missssshh eu! Today marks the 2nd year of our first meeting but you are not here. Know what, it's gonna pour tonight. I can't take you home. Get a cab k dear. I love you soooooooo much!! Absence makes the heart grow fonder.... That's veri true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly lah your work ni. Kata semalam, they asked you to go home bcos they need 3 peeps to cover only but today you haf to do ad hoc until 1am. Baby takleh tido until you're next to me... *&lt;em&gt;bluek all you want. tat's wat he calls me&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days of off days makes me dun wanna go work tmr... Can I skip work?? Not because I'm lazy. But because I'm having backaches. Terrible backaches... Dear Sup, let me off tmr can? :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I chat with Sikon today, I finally can let off steam and find sum1 that is aware of and share my kind of work life scenario. Can I transfer to Police or SCDF?? Please!!!!!!!!!! And whoever says the profession I'm in offers gaji yang besar, those people must be besar punye buang tebiat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, now comes the part where I want to shoot my mouth to the stupid traffic wardens! I parked for a day under my block because my bike won't start. How do you expect me to push the bike on my own? How'd you expect me to call for tow when I've already used up my share of monthly spendings? Silly people. And now, I'm summoned $100!!! You're making me mentally unsound siol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, waited for my hubby, we pushed the bike to the mscp. Didn't put the coupon. Ran out of it. The next day, got summoned again for $8. It must be the colour of my bike lah that makes it too striking for people not to notice and check thoroughly. Crazy people!!! Korang takde keje lain ke??! Argh fickendjksgdiutei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-7042308198430507603?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7042308198430507603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7042308198430507603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/08/absence.html' title='Absence...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6046874193155054568</id><published>2007-07-28T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:32:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.</title><content type='html'>Syabas kepada Salifian, Khairunnisa dan Syazwani! They managed to grab the 2nd place for Bercerita Berkumpulan Kreatif at the annual N7 Malay Literacy Competition. I'm very proud of you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Syazwani and Nisa, kalau ada lagi peraduan serupa itu, saya akan beritahu kamu ya. Love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update the pics soon. Wan, cepat2 upload the pictures...  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6046874193155054568?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6046874193155054568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6046874193155054568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/07/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-4870909587918533685</id><published>2007-07-27T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:48:09.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KT and Wan..</title><content type='html'>Oh ya. Forgot to mention. Missing them lah. KT, i miss ur shout-outs! Wan, aku bored lah tkde teman gosip!! Wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo... takpelah. Mesti best krg di sana, jauh dari tempat ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i join u guys?? Tak kisah lah UM ke NIE ke... Dead bored sey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-4870909587918533685?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4870909587918533685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/4870909587918533685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/07/kt-and-wan.html' title='KT and Wan..'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-2207746159069059254</id><published>2007-07-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:44:43.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Finally it's Friday. I'm tired. What wif the flu... the noise. I simply cannot take it anymore. Keeping giving the horn aje. Habis budak2 tu kena marah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihan. But then again, is it my fault drg dimarahi? I doubt so. Bukan aku pe yang suro drg buat benda2 stupid tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. Now B says he wants macaroni goreng. Aku penat lah. See if MIL wants to do the cooking tonite... I dunno why I keep feeling tired nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-2207746159069059254?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2207746159069059254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2207746159069059254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-7042499163974819245</id><published>2007-07-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:48:00.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLuuuuu....</title><content type='html'>Down again. Haiyo. I dun wanna waste time at home trying to recover. Fine. I know health is important but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby just got well and now it's my turn. Let's see how good he is when taking care of the sick me. B was sick for a week. He was down with fever. Had to sponge him, smother him with air asam for days... Tiring but the last 2 days of continuos sponging was satisfying as the temperature when totally off by Saturday. Kesian B. Had to tolerate the air asam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala ni sakit sey but I dun wan to sleep yet. Still early lah. Haiz. Aku capek sih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, forgot. To my dearest P5s, here are your pics during Racial Harmony Day. Similar though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RqYQtZw6ICI/AAAAAAAAADE/42kSpGMGmxQ/s1600-h/Image(487).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090774800985104418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RqYQtZw6ICI/AAAAAAAAADE/42kSpGMGmxQ/s320/Image(487).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RqYQtpw6IDI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vmG6O46ZQE/s1600-h/Image(488).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090774805280071730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RqYQtpw6IDI/AAAAAAAAADM/2vmG6O46ZQE/s320/Image(488).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-7042499163974819245?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7042499163974819245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7042499163974819245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/07/fluuuuu.html' title='FLuuuuu....'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RqYQtZw6ICI/AAAAAAAAADE/42kSpGMGmxQ/s72-c/Image(487).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6218532747011800384</id><published>2007-06-24T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:41:56.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity LookAlike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/01/62/12/016212_78123809b0e764sxizgp28.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, it seems muka aku ni lebih mcm orang Jepun eh... Jgn jealous. Seri Rahayu &amp; Ayumi Hamasaki = nama akan-akan. Let me try once more eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/01/82/52/018252_49236944f0e764zctu3030.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like Beyonce?? Wakakakaka!! Ziana Zain? Haiyo... I'm gona try Hubby's now. Look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/01/94/92/019492_8547619c11e764u3wlur30.JPG" width="302" height="342" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who's tat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6218532747011800384?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6218532747011800384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6218532747011800384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-celebrity-lookalike.html' title='My Celebrity LookAlike'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-6971453369422515276</id><published>2007-06-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:21:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over it.</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah. With all the encouragement and support from family, frens and colleagues- especially hubby -I'm slowly recovering, mentally, spiritually, emotionally... Insya'Allah, we'll be able to meet when the time arises, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day itself, I didn't dare cry. I was speechless. My mom was there. My hubby was there, red-eyed. I didn't want to fall apart in front of her. Fear she'll blame me. Fear she'll question Hubby. Even though I know that's impossible. Mama is not the type to go around blaming others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fall on Tuesday night. On Wednesday morning, I had a cramp. Tak boleh angkat but I still force myself to go for that CPDD workshop. I had missed my period for 4 days already. But I didn't know why I didn't do a test. Normally, I'll do a test when I missed it for a day. Sensing something was wrong, in the afternoon, when I've reached home after the workshop, I called my Mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on me going to the gynae. So I called Haig Specialist, the gynae who delivered my siblings and I, and made an appointment at 2pm. Waited and waited. Mama missed her favorite show. Then, it was my turn. Hubby and Mama accompanied me in. Told him I had a fall, he scanned and showed me where the baby was. Gonna fall off anytime, covered with blood already. He told us that it needs to be cleaned/sucked out as the condition can't be helped already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was put to sleep, for nearly an hour. Abah take and sent us from there to Mama's place. I slept at their place for a night as Hubby had to do the night shift and my MIL will be back late, and had to go off to work early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's true what they say. Ada hikmah. Maybe the time is not right, yet. Or Tuhan lebih menyayanginya sebab tu Tuhan jemput dia balik siang-siang. Whatever it is, as long as it's for the better, Ayu redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah there'll be a Redzuan Jnr, kalau diizinkanNya, in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-6971453369422515276?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6971453369422515276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/6971453369422515276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-over-it.html' title='Getting over it.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-837511168654778397</id><published>2007-06-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:36:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss causes pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hatiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bagaikan awan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang mendung, kegelapan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hanya menunggu detik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;titik-titik menitis ke bumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fikiranku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bagai ombak tsunami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiada lagi dayaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;menentang takdir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be now?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I behave the way I did that night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Why question fate, ayu?" There's nothing I can do now. I lost control of myself the previous night. I'm at fault. It's my fault that we lost it, dear. 5 weeks, gone just like that. The only thing that the gynae can help me with yesterday, was to wash away whatever balance there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Shit. I hate myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-837511168654778397?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/837511168654778397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/837511168654778397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/06/loss-causes-pain.html' title='Loss causes pain.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-7546924850821555568</id><published>2007-06-06T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:24:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Psyche</title><content type='html'>Below are the colors that ayu and wan belong to respectively. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/yellow.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy - both physical and mental endurance.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational and logical, and you can help almost anyone think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and bright, you also have a secret side that's a little darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too yellow: You will do anything to get your way, and no one will be the wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough yellow: you lack confidence, drive, and humor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are deeply emotional and very connected to everything (and everyone) around you.&lt;br /&gt;By simply understanding other people, you are able to help them heal and let go.&lt;br /&gt;While you are a very deep and thoughtful person, you do have a very silly, superficial side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too blue: the weight of the world's problems hangs over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have enough blue: you lack perspective and understanding&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Psyche?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-7546924850821555568?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7546924850821555568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7546924850821555568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/06/color-psyche.html' title='Color Psyche'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-7647052584031693124</id><published>2007-05-28T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:40:02.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Jalan-Jalan with Hubby</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since we spent time with each other. So, guess wat? On the prev Sunday, we went to East Coast. Ate the satay, mutton chop and roti john cheese (tanpa cheese!). Then, we went strolling by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, Hubby being the not romantic type, walked in front, leaving me terkedek-kedek, main air pat blakang. Hahaha! Then we went to a corner....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What were you tinkin?? No, we didn't go hushy-mushy. Weren't we awarded the "NOT ROMANTIC COUPLE" of the year?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to a corner and played UNO! And the score was 10-8. I lost by two! Blah. Here are some of the pics that we took. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at B's face when he won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrHOHpSQjI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-jOBgrLhFM/s1600-h/RIMG0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069583375943221810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrHOHpSQjI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-jOBgrLhFM/s320/RIMG0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrJ3HpSQmI/AAAAAAAAACE/L9Lbq0eZrRk/s1600-h/RIMG0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069586279341113954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrJ3HpSQmI/AAAAAAAAACE/L9Lbq0eZrRk/s320/RIMG0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrIjXpSQkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xu6C5w_A0ng/s1600-h/RIMG0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069584840527069762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrIjXpSQkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Xu6C5w_A0ng/s320/RIMG0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrIkXpSQlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZJteZ6UkCis/s1600-h/RIMG0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069584857706938962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrIkXpSQlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZJteZ6UkCis/s320/RIMG0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrJ4HpSQnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ldr1Ix3FVLs/s1600-h/RIMG0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069586296520983154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrJ4HpSQnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ldr1Ix3FVLs/s320/RIMG0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLnnpSQoI/AAAAAAAAACU/XEWuy0XMRpU/s1600-h/RIMG0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588212076397186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLnnpSQoI/AAAAAAAAACU/XEWuy0XMRpU/s320/RIMG0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLonpSQpI/AAAAAAAAACc/_mLnS_F5ZpI/s1600-h/RIMG0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588229256266386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLonpSQpI/AAAAAAAAACc/_mLnS_F5ZpI/s320/RIMG0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLpHpSQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/XqurUxJWE_o/s1600-h/RIMG0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069588237846200994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrLpHpSQqI/AAAAAAAAACk/XqurUxJWE_o/s320/RIMG0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will win UNO the next time, B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-7647052584031693124?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7647052584031693124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/7647052584031693124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/05/gone-jalan-jalan-with-hubby.html' title='Gone Jalan-Jalan with Hubby'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RlrHOHpSQjI/AAAAAAAAABs/i-jOBgrLhFM/s72-c/RIMG0268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-2171749092401988700</id><published>2007-05-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:54:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Holliessssss.....</title><content type='html'>Nyeaha! At last, it's the June holidays. Even though I still have to go back to school, I shall still appreciate it. It has been a tiring yet fulfilling journey. KT will be going away very soon. I'll miss you, KT. You have been the best mentor. Always supportive. I must record your voice lah so I won't miss the way you shout out for the other colleagues. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Cikgu Hidayati, shall we organize one party for KT and Reduan?? Haiz, lepas 2 orang ni pegi, tinggallah aku, Cikgu Hidayati, Cikgu Abas and Rahayu. Boringnye... NORLIN, nape tak dtg balik to Wellington??! *sobs*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       How I wish there's someone else that's coming into the ML Dept... Wishful thinking eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Brape punye slengz lah aku ni. I know I didn't get any emel with regards to the course today and yet I still went to the venue. There, I called my fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       "Yu, kalau tak dapat emel, kita not selected for the course lah,"and I was like, "Huh, takleh serbu jek?? Haiyo, sia-sia aje aku pat sini." Then, off I start my engine to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Nasib baik I sampai sane at 9.50am. Sempat jugak I take over my tarian extra lessons. Bleargh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-2171749092401988700?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2171749092401988700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/2171749092401988700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-holliessssss.html' title='School Holliessssss.....'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-1727689794325201612</id><published>2007-03-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:07:56.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Anje, the kitty.</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey! It's been ages since I've logged on. SO, here I am, updating the story of ma life... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I shall announce the good news. I'm now a mummy!! Hahaha... Mummy to a kitty named Anje. It's a female. She's sooo manja, especially with hubby the Papa. Yesterday, on the first day that she met us, Anje was already being pampered by Papa. When Papa baring2, Anje pon sibuk2 baring on Papa's tummy. And, wat about me?? I missh him terribly when he's on reservice, and when he finally get to come home for a day before going back to camp today, he'd spent his time with Anje. I also missh ur tummy ok, hubby dearest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I sound like the jealous mistress. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jealous. That tummy belongs to me. Ok, Anje?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anje is soooo scared of the Nenek. She will be so timid in front of her. "Anje... nje.... ey, mari sini," says MIL. Anje sat still. Hahaha... must be from the trauma yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anje's Mama and Papa went down to the shop to buy the botol susu. Anje left in the big box with MIL taking care of her. AND then, when Anje climbed out of the box, she got scolded by Nenek. Hahahaha... Teros eksyen tido. Bile Anje dgr bunyi pintu, dia teros bangun balik. Meow, meow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute kan?? So adorable! Nak tengok gambar dia... look no further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvCnB0zhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P2TeDSxJwQY/s1600-h/Image(410).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045138835700502034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvCnB0zhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P2TeDSxJwQY/s320/Image(410).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvCnB0ziI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XqtZw_0FVvY/s1600-h/Image(411).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045138835700502050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvCnB0ziI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XqtZw_0FVvY/s320/Image(411).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvC3B0zjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kxq6Ht52_I4/s1600-h/Image(412).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045138839995469362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvC3B0zjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kxq6Ht52_I4/s320/Image(412).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9XB0zqI/AAAAAAAAABU/jhGg0k2mweo/s1600-h/Image(419).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045139845017816738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9XB0zqI/AAAAAAAAABU/jhGg0k2mweo/s320/Image(419).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvDHB0zkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XxX3_tuaBVI/s1600-h/Image(413).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045138844290436674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvDHB0zkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XxX3_tuaBVI/s320/Image(413).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvDHB0zlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CjsCInXRpr8/s1600-h/Image(414).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045138844290436690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvDHB0zlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CjsCInXRpr8/s320/Image(414).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv8nB0zmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ev9O2uamXYc/s1600-h/Image(415).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045139832132914786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv8nB0zmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ev9O2uamXYc/s320/Image(415).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv83B0znI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X0fjXx5xTcg/s1600-h/Image(416).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045139836427882098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv83B0znI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X0fjXx5xTcg/s320/Image(416).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9HB0zoI/AAAAAAAAABE/zuLfZ7mmMTU/s1600-h/Image(417).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045139840722849410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9HB0zoI/AAAAAAAAABE/zuLfZ7mmMTU/s320/Image(417).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9HB0zpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zl1V8mzXe2Y/s1600-h/Image(418).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045139840722849426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPv9HB0zpI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zl1V8mzXe2Y/s320/Image(418).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPxSXB0zrI/AAAAAAAAABc/4mGZmMHvEUo/s1600-h/Image(420).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045141305306697394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPxSXB0zrI/AAAAAAAAABc/4mGZmMHvEUo/s320/Image(420).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPxUnB0zsI/AAAAAAAAABk/4mOcFoYJM9w/s1600-h/Image(421).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045141343961403074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPxUnB0zsI/AAAAAAAAABk/4mOcFoYJM9w/s320/Image(421).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anje was found at the school field by Terrenz. Lepas tu, tak tahu apa jadi, I saw a small group of teachers tengah kerumun a box. I look and saw the kitty. Aku memang suka kucing yang bulu macam ni tapi takot nk pegang. And then, kuasa Tuhan, tink that's how I got the strength from, bile kucing tu mengiau, aku teros belai Anje, mcm lah aku ni tk penah takot kucing!! Strange kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, they were asking kalau ade yg nak amek kucing tu. I readily answered yes w/o asking my hubby nye consent first. I know he loves cats and has been wanting to get one. Aku je yg tak nak. I gave him lots of reasons then, but I tink those are not valid now. Hahahaha! K, so bile I bawak balik, hubby get the kitty out first. Dia tak sempat pon nak kissh my forehead like he usually does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz... as long as he's happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIL was quite surprised when she saw Anje but was more astonished when she got to know that I was the one who took Anje back, in a box, and then on a scooter. A pink Vespa scooter, some more. But, heck. MIL didn't mind Anje's presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good sign kan? Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-1727689794325201612?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1727689794325201612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/1727689794325201612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcoming-anje-kitty.html' title='Welcoming Anje, the kitty.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1uIroJqyJY/RgPvCnB0zhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/P2TeDSxJwQY/s72-c/Image(410).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-117215375737004022</id><published>2007-02-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:15:57.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why. In the past, I used to flare up whenever and wherever I want. But now, it has kinda change. Vulgarities and all are hard to hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different me. Learning to be a lil' patient. With hubby, esp. Or rather, those b****es ard. Have been tolerating them for quite some time now. But this one and only incident keep playing on my mind each time I'm aware that hubby's gonna go out, taking the train, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Incident&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, MIL and me in the train. MIL sat at a different area. I sat at the corner. Hubby had to stand by my side, looking out the window. Next stop, Sembawang.  A girl stand in front of him, doing gestures and sounds to attract his attention. I noticed. Kept doing it. I'm controlling my anger, jealousy rather, by now. &lt;em&gt;Buey tahan ley&lt;/em&gt;. Luckily she was out by the time we reach Ang Mo Kio. Apa, aku ni tunggul? Siak aje... Inai di jari laki aku tu buat ape?? Ubatkan kelurut??! Dasar b****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau benda cam ni can happen when I'm ard, next to him, what more can happen when I'm not ard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... please lah. Plz dun force the other side of me out. You wudn't wanna imagine the scenario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-117215375737004022?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/117215375737004022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/117215375737004022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/02/anger-management.html' title='Anger Management.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-117008354023229941</id><published>2007-01-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:12:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate them.</title><content type='html'>I don't believe it. Yes, there're instances that I miss my family but not to the extend of me crying. Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to hubby the other day, tears suddenly start to flow down my cheeks. Perhaps I miss them sooooooo much. And, yes, I miss my daddy's and mommy's nag nag nag... I miss them saying "Tak habis2 keluar aje. Simpan lah duit tu... bla bla bla...." I miss my dad saying "Kau mesti tahu masak 10 macam lauk baru leh kawin." I miss my mom saying "Yu, tolong cabutkan uban ni. Gatal lah. Takleh tido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sis yg suka menyelit bila time tido. I miss arguing and fighting with my bro. Mimin, kau makin gemok!! Wakakakakaka.... I know you miss me teasing you. Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baiklah rumah dekat. Tak sampai 5 minit to appear at their doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the times chatting with Nurul. Ul, aku tak sabar nk tunggu 2nd June. To see you there on the dais, smiling on your big day. Don't worry ya. I'll be there. If you need me to accompany you to you-know-what, call or msg me k. Tak sangka eh kita dah kawan selama 9 tahun. 9 years ago, we never tot that we'll be able to see each other's big day. Hahahaha... kelakar lah zaman dulu-dulu kita. You dun need me to remind you, do you? Kenangan tu akan kuceritakan to your anak cucu!! Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate those around you while they are still around. You never know what might happen tmr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah, Mama, Afi, Mimin, a msg for you guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I love you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-117008354023229941?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/117008354023229941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/117008354023229941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/01/appreciate-them.html' title='Appreciate them.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116866718581812159</id><published>2007-01-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:46:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married. Bliss.</title><content type='html'>Oooooh.... I love being married! After more than a month being married, I feel much much closer to Him and him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being married also means I have to be more aware of my tingkah laku. Having to wake up early, do household chores and etc have always been my lazy point. In the past, I do it because my mum asked me to. Now, I do it because it's my responsibility. Yes, dear mummy. I now know how difficult it is for someone to be responsible, and how penat life is for a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people keep bad-mouthing their mother-in-law. Oklah, fine. I admit that at first, during the engagement period, I feel that we won't get along. Hahahaha.. padahal there's nothing bad at all about my m-i-l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After living with her, the chats we have, etc, made us closer. In fact, she's always shielding and will be on my side no matter what. Ain't it good to be the only daughter-in-law?? Lucky for me, hubby's the only child. Hahahaha... so girls out there, if you want a good marriage life, marry the only child k...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116866718581812159?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116866718581812159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116866718581812159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2007/01/married-bliss.html' title='Married. Bliss.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116616201735545966</id><published>2006-12-15T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T13:53:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, yes. I am married now. Fiance and I tied the knot on the 2nd of Dec 2006. Though there're ups and downs days before and on the big day, (such as the wrong-concept decor!) we managed to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'd like to say a big THANKS to all who helped out, who prayed for us, who were present, who gave us gifts, etc... Too many to mention. Below are some pics captured...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/857361/P%20212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/101718/P%20212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/149091/P%20094b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/798858/P%20094b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/156772/P%20211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/986106/P%20211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/281726/P%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/67968/P%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/134821/P%20013a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/387519/P%20013a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/677346/P%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/700023/P%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/988187/P%20250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/194742/P%20250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/885212/P%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/479469/P%20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/843357/P%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/843523/P%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/1600/769022/P%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5809/3158/320/262565/P%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A classic fairytale ending: And they lived happily ever after...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116616201735545966?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116616201735545966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116616201735545966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-all.html' title='Thank you all!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116470127317042816</id><published>2006-11-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:07:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...3....</title><content type='html'>3 more days!! Went for facial yesterday. Proudly sponsored by my supervisor. THANK YOU Chee Kok!! The therapist recommended me a mask that can make a lot of difference. She told me her experience on her big day, etc. All the talking has made me forget about the extraction pains. Or, wait a minute. I don't think there's any pain during that action. Hahaha... CK said that perhaps my pain tolerance is high. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah called just now to ask if she can help out. Yes dear, you can help me with the inai ya. Calling all VQs... if you wanna chat or help with the inai, turun rumah aku k... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more anxious now... It's a matter of 3... 2...1! Boom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116470127317042816?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116470127317042816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116470127317042816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/countdown3.html' title='Countdown...3....'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116442686272219881</id><published>2006-11-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:54:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>6 days more. I'm freaking out! And of all times, my foot had to swell now!! And pimples are saying a big "HI!" now. Funcldsfhenfa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to give yesterdays' dinner a miss. Damn. I hate it when I have to miss such good event. Poor SWC members had to find a replacement at such a last minute. So sorry! I totally regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from Fatimah Mohsin. Gonna go for my final fitting next Wednesday. Next Wednesday!! My goodness. And I'm still fat! Double fucbkjsdfjegnfa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiance keep calming me down. But what happens if something was to happen at the very last minute? A bigger pimple? Break-outs?? The swell of my left foot has gone down a bit now. Hopefully it'll will be okay by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out!! Freaking out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116442686272219881?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116442686272219881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116442686272219881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116387223653017958</id><published>2006-11-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:50:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has started.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/My%20Engagement%20Day,%2025-09-05%20035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/My%20Engagement%20Day%2C%2025-09-05%20035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bila cincin disarung wakilnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That feeling. That feeling is here again. But, it's worse now. It's gonna haunt me for another 12 more days now. I still feel as though I've missed out on some things although I've completed my part. Is everything gonna turn out alright on that day? Will there be parties out there planning to ruin my BIG day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything completed. I've invited the necessary ones. Can't invite many as my parents have already invited their kampong people, the relatives, the friends, the relatives' friends, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... close to a 1000 cards have been given out. That's the limit. Can't exceed that as we are only catering for 2000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I would like to apologize in advance if you've not received an invitation from me. It's either I can't contact you or there's no more cards/space left. Hope you understand my situation, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's see what I've done so far:&lt;br /&gt;Invitation cards - designed, edit, print, sent&lt;br /&gt;Mak Andam &amp; Decor - booked, met up with for discussion, fittings, etc&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - booked&lt;br /&gt;Wedding cake - booked&lt;br /&gt;Clothings &amp;amp; other stuffs belonging to me - Packed into boxes&lt;br /&gt;"Pampering Day" - not yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work and all, I've not had the time to go facial, spa, massage, etc... And so, would like to say thanks to my supervisor, for reminding, recommending, sponsoring, and accompanying me to the place ya! Thanks CK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND also thanks to Ayu. I'm sure the cupcakes and all will look and taste gooooooood!! Yummy! I trust your judgement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Kad%20Majlis%20Final.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Kad%20Majlis%20Final.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 more days now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116387223653017958?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116387223653017958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116387223653017958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-started.html' title='It has started.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116384327424964991</id><published>2006-11-18T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:11:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversy.</title><content type='html'>Someone asked, "Hey, u ni pakai tudung ke tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, soalan yang paling mudah sekali. Kalau awak nampak saya pakai, saya pakailah. Bila awak tak nampak saya memakainya, jawapannya saya tak pakailah. Sedangkan my family members and his family members are not bothered whether aku pakai ke tidak, ada pulak orang lain yang menjadi risau. Hairan eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my parents about this. Respons mereka, "Kubur sendiri, sendiri jawab. So you don't have to be bothered dengan orang-orang yang suka jaga tepi kain orang lain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true. When I asked Hub about it, he simply told me, "Kalau you nak pakai, you pakai. I tak paksa. You mesti pakai dengan rela hati."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I'm married, of course I would want to don it, permanently. Berdakwah. Untuk menyempurnakan lagi agamaku. But right now, it's just as a starter, as a practice so that it won't come as a shock. You wanna call it ferring ke, step tutup-tutup ke, poser ke, I don't mind and you don't matter. Pendapat keluarga lebih penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence but to mereka-mereka yang tertanya-tanya sama ada aku ni memakai tudung atau tidak, stop wondering. You perhaps can instead think, why must I bother about other people's life sedangkan walhal diri sendiri tidak difikirkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are video klips made by other peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116384327424964991?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384327424964991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384327424964991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/controversy_18.html' title='Controversy.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116384267922936348</id><published>2006-11-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:50:16.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men &amp; Their Views.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minah Tudung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MIA3JfXjc4M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116384267922936348?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384267922936348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384267922936348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/men-their-views.html' title='Men &amp; Their Views.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116384258919854060</id><published>2006-11-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:49:51.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women &amp; Their Views.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hijab Jilbab Tudung.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Rt8jnJrQxso" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116384258919854060?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384258919854060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384258919854060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/women-their-views.html' title='Women &amp; Their Views.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116384250219865100</id><published>2006-11-18T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:45:52.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women of Islam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women Of Islam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/qeZbjvSIOOI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116384250219865100?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384250219865100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116384250219865100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/women-of-islam.html' title='Women of Islam.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116375564469876525</id><published>2006-11-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:27:24.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prize-Giving Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haiz. Finally, the school term have come to an end. However, we still have to come back for staff meeting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As today's the last day, I took some pictures with my students. Especially a lot with Azrin, my P1 kid who's gonna transfer out to another school. Below is the only pic I have in my mobile. Gonna upload the other pics from my camera as the USB cable is not with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28375%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love her. She's so bubbly, sweet, pretty &amp;amp; cute! I loike!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116375564469876525?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375564469876525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375564469876525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/prize-giving-day.html' title='Prize-Giving Day.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116375518332220410</id><published>2006-11-17T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:19:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Burstday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sweet! Last year, hubby held a birthday celebration for me at his house during hari raya. After the celebration, we went jalan-jalan hari raya with his large group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, due to the hectic schedule, we only managed to go out with Jali and Siti to his friends'. And after that, we went to Pizza Hut to have dinner. In exchange for my b'day cake, this was what I got. When we were done, off we went to take pictures. Tadaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(373).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28373%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Presentation1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Presentation1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116375518332220410?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375518332220410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375518332220410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-belated-burstday-to-me.html' title='Happy Belated Burstday to Me!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116375448626565650</id><published>2006-11-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T17:21:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Name, Different Person, Different Date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(371).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28371%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28372%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, look! The brides and the grooms have the same name, and that the 2 couples are getting married a week apart from each other. While my fiance and I go by the name, Mohamed Redzuan and Seri Rahayu, the other couple that's getting married after us, are named Muhammad Redzuan and Sri Rahayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, right? My uncle got confused as he received the other invitation from his friend after he got my wedding invitation from my dad. Wak J, how can u forget your niece's marriage date.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116375448626565650?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375448626565650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116375448626565650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/same-name-different-person-different.html' title='Same Name, Different Person, Different Date.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116342369087250113</id><published>2006-11-13T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:14:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missh my dearies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate it. I can't ride my bike. I can't meet abang. I can't stay out late. I can't eat rice. I can't do this. I can't do that. Hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All because I'm getting married. When I'm about to eat rice, mama will say "Oi, jangan makan nasi banyak-banyak. Gemuk nanti."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I say I'm going out with my bike, baba say "Kau nak pegi mana? Ah, nanti baba hantar. Tunggu jap."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If only, my parents are to say "Eh, kau jangan buat keje rumah. Patah nanti jari-jemari tu..." Hahaha. That's just a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I got to meet abang. We went out to jalan2 raya &amp;amp; to jemput his frens. Missh hugging his big round tummy!! I misssh eu... my darlings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116342369087250113?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116342369087250113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116342369087250113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-missh-my-dearies.html' title='I missh my dearies...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116306339761875930</id><published>2006-11-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:10:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet programme.</title><content type='html'>Thanx Huda for recommending me this prog. It's really, and I mean, really, effective! Till now, I've lost 5 kg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started work, I was 62kg. Now, I'm at 57.5 kg - 58 kg. I need to lose more. Even though Hub doesn't mind me being over-berisi, I still want to make sure that this stubbon fats, babats, disappear. Wanna look my best on that day. For him, it includes looking slim, sexy, seducing, appetizing, on that night. Wakakaka! Ok, ok, I shall stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116306339761875930?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306339761875930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306339761875930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/diet-programme.html' title='Diet programme.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116306266777687774</id><published>2006-11-09T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:57:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics of Hari Raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(333).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28333%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(356).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28356%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/DSC00116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/DSC00118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(348).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28348%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(349).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28349%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116306266777687774?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306266777687774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306266777687774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-pics-of-hari-raya.html' title='Some pics of Hari Raya.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116306116351912356</id><published>2006-11-09T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:32:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, would like to congratulate Kak Shana, who has just given birth to a baby girl, &amp; Kak Nurul, who tied the knot last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, one of my senior is getting married. Congratulations to you too, in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to all the bride-bridegroom-to-be too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116306116351912356?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306116351912356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116306116351912356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116257572790425864</id><published>2006-11-04T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:42:07.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my dear bro.</title><content type='html'>Dear bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen good. I am not comfortable with you having a nick such as mafia. It has a negative impression/image/impact/outlook/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I looked at your fren's pics on frenster. It ain't a good impression, ya. Please God, jauhkan adek lelaki aku ini daripada anasir-anasir yang kurang sihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak harap kau tak terjebak dengan bende yang bukan2. Jgn terikut-ikut, faham? Take good care of the family, especially Kak Fidah. Lindungilah dia from bullies, etc. If you can't handle it alone, let me know. Tahulah aku macam mane nak ajar orang2 yang sewaktu dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, &amp; don't miss me too much after I move out, ya. Wakaka! Face it, I noe u'll miss me, esp bile aku bully kau kan?? Don't worry, rumah aku 2 streets away jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ever-loving &amp;amp; lovely (bluek!) sis&lt;br /&gt;Rahayu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116257572790425864?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116257572790425864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116257572790425864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicated-to-my-dear-bro.html' title='Dedicated to my dear bro.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116257517644842498</id><published>2006-11-04T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:32:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanx Cuzzies!</title><content type='html'>Aahh... Finally, thx to my 2 dear cuzzies, I finally made up my mind abt the decor. Must say thx to Fatimah Mohsin also. Alhamdulillah, I finally feel assured that I made the right choice. I'm praying hard that the theme I chose will look fantabulous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is, lotsa thx for taking the half day off &amp;amp; perah-ing otak for the decor. U too, Dada. Not forgetting, another extra thx to Dada for the advance burstday prezzies. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116257517644842498?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116257517644842498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116257517644842498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanx-cuzzies.html' title='Thanx Cuzzies!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116193609507183929</id><published>2006-10-27T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:14:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidak ada kemaluan. Eh, salah! Perasaan malu...</title><content type='html'>Kenapa agaknya perempuan sekarang buruk budi pekertinya? Kenapa lelaki semakin lemah-lembut gerak-gerinya? Kenapa yang tua mahu lagak seperti orang muda? Yang muda pula, mengapa bersikap seakan-akan orang dewasa setengah abad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? Mengapa? Soalan ini menikam di dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian yang berlaku tempoh hari benar-benar membuka mataku. Sampai nak terjojol biji mata, bernana cuping telinga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 perempuan menaiki bas. Masih mendondonkan uniform sekolah Assumption Vocational Institute (AVI), serta mengenakan make-up yang setebal-tebal tidak. Seorang tu menyanyi dan terus menyanyi, dengan kuat. Sumbang. Kudiamkan sahaja. Yang peliknya, aku hairan mengapa bahasa kesat harus digunakan dalam perbualan mereka. Kuat pulak tu suara mereka. Bagaikan halilintar. Tiada rasa malukah mereka terhadap pakcik makcik yang berada di dalam bas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi peristiwa yang tidak dapat kulupakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, bingit si*l aku. Semalam, aku servis banyak, tapi dapat sikit je..." bla... bla.. bla.&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa yang dikatakan selepas itu oleh segolongan remaja wanita itu biarlah aku dan tunang sahaja yang tahu. Yang jelas, tentang pekerjaan mereka. Kupu-kupu malam. Kalaupun seorang gadis itu seorang pelacur, perlukah dia beritahu skop pekerjaannya itu kepada insan-insan di sekeliling mereka? Bangga sangatkah mereka dengan pekerjaan seperti itu? Mana pergi perasaan malu itu? Mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar-gambar, klip video-klip video mengenai minah-minah tudung yang berkelakuan sumbang tersebar di sana-sini. Malah, ada beberapa orang insan yang telah menggubah lagu Minah Tudung lagi! Hahaha... lucu juga lagunya. Memang cocok. Tunangku pula memberitahu aku tentang insiden dua orang minah tudung yang dikenalinya dahulu, sedia rela dirinya itu dipegang, diraba-raba, dan.... Sama ada tunangku itu membuatnya atau tidak, aku tidak ingin tahu. Kalaupun dia buat, biarlah. Nak dijadikan guinea pigs, agaknya. Hahaha! Ok ok. Seriously, aku tak peduli. Itu kisah hidupnya sebelum aku wujud dalam dirinya. Yang jelas... Astargfirullah hal'azim. Apa nak jadi ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemana menghilangnya tingkah laku seorang gadis Melayu? Yang dikatakan penuh sopan-santun... Malu. Sungguh memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesemua kejadian ini telah membuka mata dan mindaku. Aku benar-benar ingin mengubah cara hidupku. Selangkah demi selangkah ke arah kebaikan demi menjadi seorang isteri yang baik untuk bakal suamiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116193609507183929?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116193609507183929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116193609507183929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/tidak-ada-kemaluan-eh-salah-perasaan.html' title='Tidak ada kemaluan. Eh, salah! Perasaan malu...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116177696149329088</id><published>2006-10-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:51:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish...</title><content type='html'>How I wish I hadn't signed up the decor package with FM. When I looked at Shad &amp; Ky, Khaj Weddings, &amp;amp; Sentuhan Anggun especially, I totally regret. I simply fall in love with SA's decor. So very the modern. I loike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to speak to FM herself. I am not satisfied with what the aunt mentioned the other day. When I signed up, FM say I can even show pictures of the decor that I loike from mags, etc. But when I was there that day, FM wasn't there and so the aunt said I can only have the extremely simple decor which I felt isn't worth the cost! Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can lose more weight. The fats ain't budging. How I hate it! 37 more days, and I'm still fleshy!! Funckjbsdiuetdugabdn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUBBY!! Are you listening to me??! I said I need to lose weight. Not gain. So please stop asking me to eat! Bleargh! And the Hari Raya feast also contributed to it. Tok's and Mama's cooking is the ultimate! The rendang ayam... fulamak. Power! Menjilat jari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I'm richer. So that I can cancel the package and signed up a last minute one with the other co. who niche in decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish... Dear God, please help me. Should I just follow the flow or what?..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116177696149329088?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116177696149329088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116177696149329088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-i-wish.html' title='How I wish...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116048658467493585</id><published>2006-10-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:23:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to dearest Fiance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irwansyah &amp; Acha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disini kau dan aku&lt;br /&gt;Terbiasa bersama&lt;br /&gt;Menjalani kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia kudenganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kau menguntai&lt;br /&gt;Hari paling indah&lt;br /&gt;Ku ukir nama kita berdua&lt;br /&gt;Disini surga kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff :&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita mencintai yg lain&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kah hati ini akan tegar&lt;br /&gt;Sebisa mungkin tak akan pernah&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ku akan hilang&lt;br /&gt;If u love somebody could we be this strong&lt;br /&gt;I will fight to win our love will conquer all&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t risk my love&lt;br /&gt;Even just one night&lt;br /&gt;Our love will stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116048658467493585?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116048658467493585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116048658467493585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/dedicated-to-dearest-fiance.html' title='Dedicated to dearest Fiance.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116048101760925563</id><published>2006-10-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:50:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Hong.</title><content type='html'>Uncle Hong! Oh, Uncle Hong! Finally, a date's been set with you. Hey, what were you thinking?? Uncle Hong is Daddy's friend &amp; he's a contractor. Quite a big one actually. Getting him to refurnish our house. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since Hub &amp; I planned on our home's design. Bringing the wall down so we can get a bigger hall + 3rd bedroom + dining room. After careful planning and all, we decided that it's wiser not to move since upgrading of the block is on the way. Hehehe, than our home will be next to the lift. Yeayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to &lt;strong&gt;IKEA&lt;/strong&gt; that day, we listed down things that we might need. Haiz. M-I-L dearest was saying, when we haf enuf money later on, she wants us to renovate the kitchen again. We regretted engaging &lt;strong&gt;H_m_ _a_  Design&lt;/strong&gt; the last time. The workmanship was totally atrocious! Service wasn't good either. Ketuk duit sey! And one of them even attempted to cheat M-I-L!! Luckily she's smart enuf not to throw the transfer receipts. Nasib baik dia tak bilang aku. Kalau tak, dah haru-biru co. tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, anxiously awaiting tomoro to arrive. I can't wait to tell Uncle Hong the plan Hub &amp;amp; I haf in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116048101760925563?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116048101760925563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116048101760925563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/uncle-hong.html' title='Uncle Hong.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116031040294717242</id><published>2006-10-08T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:26:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>I simply have to let it go here. Other than reality, I need this space to virtually say "Dear God, please let me breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no. It's not about being stressed at work cos that, I can control. But I really need to breathe. The air's not good now. I'm suffocating. So God, can you please help to open up the eyes of the irresponsible ones? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116031040294717242?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116031040294717242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116031040294717242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/breathe_08.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116005849343684406</id><published>2006-10-05T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:28:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Kirana Seni, badly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/tanak_lemang_couples_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/tanak_lemang_couples_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/DSCF0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/DSCF0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/bridetobe_sexy_mama_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/bridetobe_sexy_mama_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss you guys... the laughters especially. Hoping he changes his mind about the hiatus so that I can come back soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116005849343684406?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116005849343684406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116005849343684406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-miss-kirana-seni-badly.html' title='I miss Kirana Seni, badly...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-116005608006753708</id><published>2006-10-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:48:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss to Madam...</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... didn't know that Hub gets so excited when I say I feel nauseous. Especially when I say that in the morning. It's not what you think it is lah dear. U'll always say "Aiyoh, you preg izzit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cm'on lah, how am I suppose to be preg?? After 2 more months, maybe. My dear's GILA already. Crazy about having kids. Haiz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel nauseous simply bcos I haven had any food! A hungry Ayu is a sick Ayu! &lt;em&gt;(Still remember my GFs line of "A hungry Ain is an angry Ain")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his excitement, we discussed again about nama-nama baby. If it's a girl, we thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seri Rihanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rihan Qashrina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rihan Qushdina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seri Rihan Qashdina.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if it's a baby boy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohamed Rihan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohamed Ryan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohamed Raihan.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Etc, etc....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If He permits it, we hope to have our own and very first darling in a year's time. Insya'Allah. Bersabar k sayang. I know both our parents can't wait to hold their first grandchild. They've been hinting on it. Mommy dearest advised me not to plan for our 1st baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's now a matter of a few more months...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-116005608006753708?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116005608006753708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/116005608006753708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/10/miss-to-madam.html' title='Miss to Madam...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115936238102443890</id><published>2006-09-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:36:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched by my boy.</title><content type='html'>I can't help it. Sobbed a little. I was so touched. My boy. No child has really touched me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ridhwan:&lt;/span&gt; Cikgu, Shadiqin tulis "I love you" di penanda buku yang kita sedang buat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cikgu Seri:&lt;/span&gt; Betul, Shadiqin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shadiqin:&lt;/span&gt; A ar, cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cikgu Seri:&lt;/span&gt; Amboi... kecil-kecil dah pandai eh. Awak cintakan siapa ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shadiqin:&lt;/span&gt; Saya &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; ibu saya. Saya rindukan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cikgu Seri:&lt;/span&gt; Awak rindukan dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shadiqin:&lt;/span&gt; Ya, cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cikgu Seri:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, tulislah di situ "I love you, ibu". &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried my very best to fight those tears. Even as an adult, it's rare that I say stuffs like "I miss mommy". Gosh, it's been years I said that to mommy. Let's see, the last time I said that was when I went away to KL with Hub, bro &amp; M-I-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't mind that my boy wrote such stuffs on the bookmarks that they were making as it was meant as a gift for Children's Day (celebrated it today @our school as we invited Towner Gardens School - my sis was a pupil there - to join in the celebration). The bookmark was also a medium in my teaching. As long as there's a sentence using kata depan on one side, and a drawing on the other side, I'm fine with it. I check the sentences first before allowing them to draw and fitting in the ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my children. Even though they are not mine, I treat them as a part of my life. Whatever, or whenever they are hurt, I feel the pinch too. Suffice to say that whatever affects them, affects me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, B sometimes worries about me, who's forever putting my pupils ahead of my health. I was unwell a couple of times but went ahead to work for my childrens' sake. There's only one occasion that I had to take MC as the head and body ache was terrible. Luckily, Hub knows just how much I love my kids and whenever I need his help such as drawing for my big book (I'm a goner for drawing) or choosing necessary stuffs for them, he'll lend a hand. It doesn't matter that he's extremely tired after work. He's supportive of my work. That makes me love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, back to my boy that I was talking about earlier. He's moved to Pasir Ris. When asked, he now wakes up at 5am and then his Granny will send him &amp;amp; his siblings to school by bus. He's transferring to a school in Paris Ris next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadiqin, I'm gonna miss you next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115936238102443890?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115936238102443890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115936238102443890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/touched-by-my-boy.html' title='Touched by my boy.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115911174215176939</id><published>2006-09-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:41:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend the rest of my lifetime with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Pertunangan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Pertunangan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekata itu yang engkau lafazkan setahun yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam lagi, aku dan Wan akan menyambut ulang tahun pertunangan kami yang pertama. Rasanya seakan-akan sudah lama aku berada di sampingnya. Airmataku menitis kerana rasa bersyukur di atas kebesaranNya menemukan aku dan dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I found you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu tersebut khas buatmu, sayang. Biarpun jangka masa perkenalan kita agak singkat, we know that we are meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku percaya bahawa Tuhan akan menemukan kita dengan the wrong people first before letting us meet with the RIGHT one. Well, we've had our fair share before this. Feelings hurt, trust betrayed. That's part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah maha adil, maha mengetahui, maha besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIA mengetahui cara yang terbaik untuk mengajar kita erti kehidupan. Dengan itu, terima kasih ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation (not for the cold-hearted),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"U noe sumting?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wat"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm crying cos I miss you so much."&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana ni kalau I da takde?"&lt;br /&gt;"I akan tatap gambar kita bersama, dengan diiringi doa buat abg."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;"I tgh nangis, u ketawa pulak! Benci ar."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115911174215176939?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115911174215176939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115911174215176939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/spend-rest-of-my-lifetime-with-you.html' title='Spend the rest of my lifetime with you.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115902916049176718</id><published>2006-09-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:32:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the VQs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/batu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/batu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls... I MISS YOU!! Remember those times when we'd conducted study groups, sleep on benches while killing time before the next lecture starts, those eat-cheesecake-cookies-sandwich-and-drink-ice choc over at the cafe during break time, sh*t together at the toilet that has the &lt;em&gt;baldi&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly miss those times... To current NIE students, I recommend the toilet at the Admin block. There's spray in the cubicle, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ain, Miss Shikin &amp;amp; Miss Aishah... I miss you, girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live up to the name Vintage Queens, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;To you peeps wondering what VQs means to us... it's simply the Makcik-Makcik Orbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115902916049176718?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115902916049176718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115902916049176718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/dedicated-to-vqs.html' title='Dedicated to the VQs.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115858045428211041</id><published>2006-09-18T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:39:20.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Jenaka II</title><content type='html'>Finally got myself together to go for a jog last night. Of course I had to wait for Hub to return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trut-trut... trut-trut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mak Andeh:&lt;/span&gt; Pak Andeh pat mane ni? Maseh kat keje lagi ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pak Pandir&lt;/span&gt;: Taklah.. saye dah jalan kluar nak pegi stesen bas ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mak Andeh:&lt;/span&gt; Haiz, lambatnye. Jadi tak pegi lari-lari anak malam ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pak Pandir:&lt;/span&gt; Entah. Suka hati awak ler..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mak Andeh:&lt;/span&gt; Kalau dah cakap entah tu, maksudnye tak nak lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pak Pandir:&lt;/span&gt; Mane ade... Suka ati lah. Nak pegi, awak tunggu bawah blok ajelah. Dah sampai, mesej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mak Andeh:&lt;/span&gt; Amboi bapaknye... Aku lelaki ke ko lelaki ni?? Ade ke patut awak suruh perigi mencari timba? Nak pakai mesej-mesej pulak tu. Canggih lah tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pak Pandir:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha... Maknye nak ke tak nak? Nak, cepat siap. Awak tu nak siap gi kedai pon lambat, ape lagi kalau pegi jogging. Dah. Pakai shorts je nanti. Baru laju sikit larinye tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mak Andeh:&lt;/span&gt; Ha, pandai lah tu sindir orang. &lt;em&gt;Bluek&lt;/em&gt;! Suro apek bas tu bawak laju sikit. Kalau pelan sangat, bapaknye turun, tolak bas. Konon warm-up lah tu... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah kisahnya sebelum saya dan tunang pergi berlari-lari anak semalam. Kecoh betol. Akibat daripada jogging semalam, saya dah berjaya shed 1/2 kg... &lt;strong&gt;Wow!&lt;/strong&gt; Gonna go for a run again tonight. With Hub, the most boring thing will turn out to be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115858045428211041?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115858045428211041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115858045428211041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/cerita-jenaka-ii.html' title='Cerita Jenaka II'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115847585826931148</id><published>2006-09-17T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:01:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty. Me??</title><content type='html'>Joke of the year. Other than my Hub, I didn't expect anyone else to say that I'm beautiful. But it turns out that particular assumption of mine wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Abg Yus's &amp; Lenny's engagement day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: "Erm, abang leh tolong amikkan gambar?"&lt;br /&gt;The aunt: "Ni amik gambar anak-beranak?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "A ar."&lt;br /&gt;The aunt: "Ah, yang ni bolehlah."&lt;br /&gt;The guy: "Amik gambar sekali lagi boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28307%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This was how I look that day (during the event).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28306%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;This was how I look after being the busy photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, after the photos (taken by the professional photographer - Me) were developed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anonymous 1: "Eh lawa budak ni."&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous 2: "A ar."&lt;br /&gt;Lenny: "Eh, takleh. Ni orang dah book. December ni nak kahwin."&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous 1/2: "Ha! Alamak. Terlambatlah ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mommy got to know this story from my Mak Teh dearest (my closest aunt),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mommy: "Anak aku semua lawa-lawa. Pakkal anak aku satu tu special. Kalau tak, dia pon dah ade matair."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yelah part macam ni &lt;em&gt;anak aku semua cantik.&lt;/em&gt; Tapi, bile depan orang lain, bikin malu je. &lt;em&gt;Anak aku takleh pakai baju macam ni. Dia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gemok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Mommy &amp; I held our conversation may seem &lt;em&gt;kurang ajar&lt;/em&gt; to others. But, really that's not what my own family members think. Sometimes, my parents will even talk dirty in front of us. Of course, my bro is clueless! Wakakaka... We talk about anything under the sun, sand &amp;amp; the sea - openly, freely &amp; yes, we are loud. That makes us closer. There're always pros &amp;amp; cons to everything. Even Hubby is learning to adapt to our lifestyle. He's turned to be loud with my family (immediate family members not extended) now. The negative point of it all, sometimes we forgot to think before we speak till we hurt the feelings of our loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, it doesn't matter how pretty I may look to others. What matters most, I'm still the prettiest lady that can make my man go crazy. Wakakaka....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115847585826931148?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115847585826931148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115847585826931148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/pretty-me.html' title='Pretty. Me??'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115843515711792270</id><published>2006-09-17T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T03:32:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.A.T.</title><content type='html'>F - for good wedding shots,&lt;br /&gt;A - Ayu has...&lt;br /&gt;T - to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Have lost a bit of weight now. From 62 kg (before school holidays) to 59 kg now. Happy with the results so far. Skipping does wonders... Really. Wanna achieve my 55 kg (50 kg wud be better) target. Not only that. I wanna maintain that weight for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more kilos &amp;amp; I can wear the 'baju' that mommy said I wud not look gud in just becoz I have a tummy, she says. Who doesn't?? But till then, I have to tolerate her shaming me in front of other family members. &lt;em&gt;Haiz&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115843515711792270?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115843515711792270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115843515711792270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/fat.html' title='F.A.T.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115843130984711467</id><published>2006-09-17T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T03:19:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like... who??</title><content type='html'>Oooh... been a while now since my last entry. Hahaha.. first, wud like to apologize to Ayu snr. for forgetting out 'date' last Thursday. Hey, it's a date for badminton game. What did u think it was, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out with B to celebrate our 1yr 1mth anniversary. What can I say? There's 3 dates that we celebrate now. For the time being, yes. But no longer after we get married. Haiz... No matter what, I have to say that each time the dates (12th, 16th &amp; 25thof every month) come along, I'll be reminded of whatever that happens on the 12th of August, 2005. When we first met... Yeah, 1st impression matters. He said I look like a NERD!! Chet! Well, you fall in love with a nerd afterall, rite? &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/16576428330138l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha... Anyways, that''s just my Hub... But, what does other peeps tink of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My students:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cikgu, u look like Dwi sey... In case you're wondering who Dwi is, it's a&lt;br /&gt;character from the cinetron "Dia" aired on Suria channel long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28145%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My colleagues:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ey, is that you? U look like SK. Ok, peeps SK (Suriani Kasim) is the deejay from&lt;br /&gt;one of the Malay radio channels.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/My%20Engagement%20Day%2C%2025-09-05%20053.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My aunts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yu, bile aku tengok muka Masturah Ahmad, nanti aku teringat muka&lt;br /&gt;kau. &lt;em&gt;Without the mole, maybe...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/P1010015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dearest mommy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yelah, muka kau ikot muke aku. Tapi dulu aku kurus... &lt;em&gt;Ok mom, since&lt;br /&gt;when are we talking about size?? We're talking about facial features!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My abang sayang:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;U look different from the Ayu that I first met. U look mature now. U look&lt;br /&gt;as if you haf 2 kids already! &lt;em&gt;Ok dear, people grow old!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/06082006%28005%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry sayang. U still look beautiful to me... I prefer you w/o make-up.&lt;br /&gt;Love your original face. &lt;em&gt;Erm, yang... I am original. Nothing about me is&lt;br /&gt;fake, you know! Ok, people buy original goods, I understand. But, original&lt;br /&gt;face?? Hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115843130984711467?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115843130984711467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115843130984711467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-look-like-who.html' title='I look like... who??'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115773471006510518</id><published>2006-09-09T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:58:30.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeehAAAA!</title><content type='html'>Hub &amp; I went over to Fatimah Mohsin's after our breakfast at City Square, Johor. Fiance tried on the outfits tat's available. Some of it are out for shows, for majlis.... Tengok gambar pon jadilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed happy for.. he can FINALLY wear a tux. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/08092006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, most probs settled now. Can just wait, sit, goyang kaki till the day is near...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115773471006510518?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115773471006510518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115773471006510518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeehaaaa.html' title='YeehAAAA!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115773247939776139</id><published>2006-09-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:42:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday??!</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to be a break. Haiz... Didn't even realise that it's soon gonna be over. NOOOOooooooooooooo......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Image(297).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28297%29.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;FTS II is over now... &amp; so is my tarian life (temporary only ok, hubby!). Well, as per hubby, he wants me stop temporarily for a year or two. Claims that he wants to spend time with me after we're married. So, hub, what happens after the 2 years? You dun wanna spend time with me anymore izzit?? Hmmph..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the ONLY day I could spend time with hub. I tot it'd be the whole day. But, oh no..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;At around 4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he : "Dear, I think you gonna hate whatever that I'm about to say."&lt;br /&gt;she : "No lah. What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;he : "I have to do OT tonite. I reali must. Please dun be angry."&lt;br /&gt;she : "WHAT?!!" (before taking a deep breath...)&lt;br /&gt;he : "I have to do OT until this IMF is over."&lt;br /&gt;she : &lt;em&gt;kept silent&lt;/em&gt;... (in her heart, &lt;em&gt;begdbskhuyrtfdwe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she : "Kan you dah promise to spent the whole day today with me. That means sampai malam. Ape ni?! Argh, benci ar!" (continues to &lt;em&gt;negdbnslyfewtbasad&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;he : "Sayang, I love you. U lah segala-galanya... (on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on.... trying to pacify her)&lt;br /&gt;she : "I tak kire. U break your promise kan. U nampak tu Ah Pek aiskrim. U blanje I aiskrim. The cup one. One for $1 je."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One simple ice cream. Haiz. Looks like life's too simple for hubby. Nak pujuk, belikan aiskrim. Maybe what he says is true lah. Aku ni mcm budak kecik bile merajuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His baby girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like baby tua!.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115773247939776139?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115773247939776139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115773247939776139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday.html' title='Holiday??!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115581322918892859</id><published>2006-08-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:13:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Duper Yeayness!</title><content type='html'>Nyeaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Fatimah Mohsin the Wedding Gallery. I finally went for my first fitting (This is for the outfits from Fatimah's. Did my fitting for the baju hantaran 2 months ago). Tot of selecting about 3 pairs of 'baju' &amp; select the remaining 4 later, but I ended up with selecting 7 (my full quota). Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I went there with Mama &amp; my sis, I only managed to choose for mine. Mama helped choose my outfits. Hubby will have to make a trip there some other time. It's so difficult if I have to keep accommodating to his schedule as I'm busy too. And in addition to that, choosing the lady's outfit is much more difficult as there's variety. Thus, the next time we go over, we need not spend hours and hours over there, choosing the 7 pairs of outfits. Lesser time will be needed to choose his. AND yup, of course his mom will tag along to choose for him. It's just fair, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a traditional person, coming from a traditional family background. Hence, that explains why my majlis will have to be so MELAYU. Sanggul lintang, songket &amp; all. Will not be doing the ballroom concept. Sayangnya, I can't have a dias with songket prints. If not, it'll be so lovely and grand, and MELAYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... my dear colleague, Ayu (hehe.. Ayu to Ayu, over. Roger roger.), if you're reading this, when am I gonna lose weight?? I remembered we say "Ok, set Tuesday ar pegi gym." But, the Tuesday never come. Or did u say it'll be next Tuesday? Hehehe... Never mind. As the saying goes, 'Eat today, diet tomorrow. But the tomorrow never come.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, quite tired now. Gonna have a quick nap. Have not been sleeping well lately. It seems as if something's in my room, disturbing my sleep. It's scary when I keep thinking of it. Especially when I'm in the shower early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, please change your work schedule after we get married, can? I dun wan to sleep alone at night &amp; be in the toilet alone in the early morning (ok, I just need to be assured that somebody's out there in the room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, entry too long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missssshh euuuuuuuuuuu, sayang. Muuuuuaaaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115581322918892859?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115581322918892859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115581322918892859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-duper-yeayness.html' title='Super-Duper Yeayness!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115565808800377692</id><published>2006-08-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:14:29.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cinta Seorang Teman - BOB Akademi Fantasia 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lirik/Lagu - Adnan Abu Hasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dulu engkau kukenali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak pernah kusedar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dari mata yang memandang penuh pengertian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi saat itu telah berubah di persimpangan usia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antara kita tak mampu lagi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berselindung dengan alasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telahku cantumkan semua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impian bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dalam jalinan yang kita bina berdua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namun apakah erti bila keinginan terlanjur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lalu menganggu kala dirimu selalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ada disisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/o: Duhai teman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bisakah kau fahami sandiwara ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sejak bila berputiknya cinta kita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;menjadi rahsia yang tersimpan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mewujudkan kenyataanku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tak sanggup kehilangan mu..oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telahku cantumkan semua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;impian bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dari mata yang memandang penuh pengertian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;namun apakah erti bila keinginan telah terlanjur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lalu mengganggu sanubariku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;owhh... ohhh... ohh heyy yeahh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku cuba bayangkan waktu dulu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gurau senda serta pujukkanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;puisi indah menyatakan kata rinduku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;masa yg berlalu meragui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seluruh harapan muncul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kini mengapa kau bertanya dimana kesudahan kita ( ulang c/o )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115565808800377692?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115565808800377692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115565808800377692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-love-song.html' title='Our Love Song.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115564629291944489</id><published>2006-08-15T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:15:01.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Qns for you. It's a matter of life &amp; de...</title><content type='html'>Ahh yes... Look at the pic below. Just took that shot last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/400/1st%20year%20berkenalan%20anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love this picture. The qns is, do we look alike? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From our point of view, we do feel that we're looking more &amp; more like each other after a year being with each other. Look at our eyes, besides the point that I have eyeliners on mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama agrees that we're looking alike but she also said that we will not be looking alike anymore after we get married. Get it? She means, I'll be bloating &amp;amp; bloating until I float. She never fails to make fun of me. Hmph..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, we, the Pwynz &amp;amp; Pwyncez have decided on our song already. It's Cinta Seorang Teman, from Bob AF2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misshing euu loads...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115564629291944489?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115564629291944489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115564629291944489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/08/qns-for-you-its-matter-of-life-de.html' title='a Qns for you. It&apos;s a matter of life &amp; de...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115564544276366491</id><published>2006-08-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:16:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?! 108 more days???!</title><content type='html'>Damn. I'm left with so lil' time. AND I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done any fittings yet over at Fatimah Mohsin. I'm too focused on work till I forget about that. Al-maklum sahajalah... saya ni kan orang baru. Let's see in years to come, will I still be energetic? Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided on what kind of dias &amp; decor I want for my wedding. Okie, ballroom concept. Set! I want to be a pwyncezz on my wedding day... Well, that's my last before I turn into the Queen. Queen Bee. Hehe... Of course B will be my Pwynz Charming for &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes dear, you'll be the king after that. Which king?? King kong, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you, b. Even if you turn into a king kong. Nevertheless. In fact, I tink you're halfway there already. Hehehehehe... Ok, sorry sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the clock to tick 12 midnight. Our one year anni... wait a minute. Pwynz, why are we celebrating 3 days for our anni?? Can we like make it to be one day?? One day for our anni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz when looking at it, we seem to be celebrating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;12th Aug - the day when we 1st met&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16th Aug - when we became serious about the r'ship (altho I wasn't at all, at first...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25th Sep - our engagement day (ok, i'm serious already. Commitment, babe..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; soon, after this year, we'll be celebrating... 2nd Dec - solemnization day...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, how dear? Which date will it be? Tell me, hor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misshing euu loads...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muacks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115564544276366491?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115564544276366491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115564544276366491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-108-more-days.html' title='What?! 108 more days???!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115471081487145503</id><published>2006-08-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:05:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mat Rempits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit to those MATS! MATS = Morons and TOTALLY Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Rasa dicabar? Siak ar. Relek sudah mat. Aku tak cabar kau pe. Kau yang terasa. U guys are not that knowledgeable about bikes, scooters, bla, bla, bla... after all, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with the one &amp; only 'Did you know?' question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/200/16062006%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Did you know that an ET8 Vespa (and all other similar bikes) picks up fast??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what can I do about that? Korang tertinggal. So?? Hey losers, in the first place aku tak perah2 pon lah! Unlike you mat rempits! Traffic lights ain't showing signs that it's goin to change soon, korang dah sibuk perah2, sibuk dengan throttle. Kalau dah mat, mat sampai mati siol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mat rempits, korang pegilah perah sampai ke lubang kubur!! Aku doakan korang sampai ke lubang 7 kaki dalam tu dengan selamat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;lady&lt;/em&gt; yang ride the Pinkiest ET8 vespa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115471081487145503?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115471081487145503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115471081487145503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloody-mat-rempits.html' title='Bloody Mat Rempits!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115418065250982190</id><published>2006-07-29T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:44:14.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last, we're done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally. On Friday, 28th July 2006, at 9.10pm, hubby &amp; I have completed the marriage prep course, although that's only the ninth session. Well, the 10th will be the day when the couple (with both parents) will be officially given the certificates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeay! Lepas tu boleh kahwin! Ye-ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakaka! I'm soooooooo happy! No more late, tired nights for me on every Mondays and Fridays. No more squabling between hubby &amp; me each time we decide what to take (MRT or cab) to go home. Cause by then, I'm extremely worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, hubby... &amp;amp; mishing you loadds hunny bunny....&lt;br /&gt;MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... how many days more before I become a Missus?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115418065250982190?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115418065250982190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115418065250982190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-last-were-done.html' title='At last, we&apos;re done.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115290063371340303</id><published>2006-07-15T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:10:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarian Girls of Wellington Pri.</title><content type='html'>I simply love them! Nice moves BUT the ambience wasn't there. They were too nervous till some didn't dare to smile. Here's pics of them. Performance at ChristChurch Sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28253%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28255%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28254%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at around 9++ pm. Switched on my laptop. Tot of doing my powerpoint slides but... yeah u guessed rite. I dozed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up only at 2.30 am. Realized I left everything on. The TV, lights. laptop gone. Slides not saved. Even my contacts are still on. Damn! My eyes were like too itchy this morning. So, there you have it --&gt; the makcik of the day, with my glasses on. Damn, I look horrible! But then again, who cares... hmm. My students cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young ones forever care... Haiz. Nothing about the teacher goes unnoticeable from them. The young ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115290063371340303?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115290063371340303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115290063371340303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/tarian-girls-of-wellington-pri.html' title='Tarian Girls of Wellington Pri.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115289958808976539</id><published>2006-07-15T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:53:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Getting married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Getting married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5 more months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5 more months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then I'll be a Missus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Then I'll be a Missus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Redzuan, Redzuan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(singing to da tune of Are You Sleeping?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/11072006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nyeaha!! After work on Tuesday, I rushed home to change and bla bla bla, met B, hailed a cab, off to meet Baba at the ROMM. Wow wee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we've booked the date, &lt;em&gt;kadi&lt;/em&gt; and did you know that there's an interview?? As if we're going for a job interview. Wakakaka! Forgot, I am gonna haf another job --&gt; being a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WIFE&lt;/span&gt;, and of course the daughter-in-law! BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully months after that, then I'll be a mom. If God permits...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115289958808976539?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115289958808976539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115289958808976539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/romm.html' title='ROMM.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115236892679424185</id><published>2006-07-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T18:46:28.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show at Taman Warisan Melayu.</title><content type='html'>I finally got the chance to head back to my tarian track again for after a few months missing in action. Hehehe... The situation now is very different. Every lil' step I take, I have to report to B. It's not controlling but rather being concern. I can sort of understand his position. Other than his mom, I'm the only love he has. &lt;em&gt;Ok, puke all you want!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing me will be like ____ (B help fill this up for me ya). Threatened him twice so I know his reaction. Hey, dun judge us ya. Being judgemental when you dunno the reason is unhealthy, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my tarian story. Below is what I look like during training. On Wednesdays, it's usually a long day for me. After school ends, I have contact time and then followed by the tarian training, all the way at Majlis Pusat, Toa Payoh Central CC. Imagine, at 6.50am, from home, Woodlands, to Wellington Pri, Sembawang, and then to Toa Payoh, and finally back home at 10.30pm. Ain't it a long day and an extremely long journey... Lucky for me, I have Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28246%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, had a show juz now at the Taman Warisan Melayu. Quite tired now. But I really enjoyed juz now as it's been a long time I've been MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for Kak Mar to upload the pictures we took juz now. Hehehe.. I forgot to bring along my camera lah. What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a pic taken months back during the Rangsang Rias Pusaka Bangsa. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/732f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/27551587862925l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing (&lt;em&gt;from left&lt;/em&gt;): Hermee, Farisha, Nira, Lynn, Aishah, Azmin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting (&lt;em&gt;from left&lt;/em&gt;): Me (Ayu), Fadhli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hidup Kirana Seni!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115236892679424185?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115236892679424185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115236892679424185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/show-at-taman-warisan-melayu.html' title='Show at Taman Warisan Melayu.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115236486912662837</id><published>2006-07-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:36:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetin my 9-yr long fren at MOE excelFest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ayu: Hello girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Niza: AYU!! Tak sangka kau amik session ni jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakaka! Opening statement from the both of us for after almost 3-4 years 'disappearing' from each other's lives. We met at Xinmin Sec. Last minute I asked wic skul she's heading to for the excelFEST. We're only aware that we are both going to the same skul, same session but didn't know tat we're sitting for the same sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're supposed to be looking at the display section prepared by the Seng Kang Pri ML teachers, we sat at the back &amp; chatted for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Image%28247%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoa. I kinda missh my secondary skul frens all now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were saying that it's kinda sad when we tink back, among the 4 close frens, 3 make it to be a teacher. Well, sort of soon gonna-be one for the other 2 (Niza &amp;amp; Nurul) coz I'm already a full-pledged teacher now. Niza awaiting to start her course at NIE with effect from late dis month. Nurul has to do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;years of contract teaching first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to u girls, ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115236486912662837?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115236486912662837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115236486912662837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/meetin-my-9-yr-long-fren-at-moe.html' title='Meetin my 9-yr long fren at MOE excelFest.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115200662677796313</id><published>2006-07-04T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:58:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway.</title><content type='html'>As it's the weekend plus yesterday's a school holiday (Youth Day), some of us might have cross the border to Malaysia. And where did I went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-C-H-O-O-L. Was at work the whole day on Saturday coz it's our Open House. Had to help out at the Malay Language stall, selling bunga telur, ketupat, ondeh-ondeh, ubat gigi HALAL and baulu. All hand-made, mind you. Lucky to have Norlin around coz Khatijah had to mend the other stalls. The kids were like biscuits. Sometimes they're there, sometimes God knows where they are hiding. But they sure did a good job selling the stuffs. Girls are better at this. Boys... find this a drag. Thumbs up, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/02072006%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/02072006%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/02072006%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-O-W-N. Yeayness! Finally after a few months, me &amp;amp; B headed again to Town. When to search for our barang2 hantaran. Decided to give B the Guess watch. Quite ex, but hell I won't be giving him a ring what... Funny thing was, B wanted to buy me the Burberry bag. He tot Burberry's cheap. Hahaha! He got a shocked. &lt;strong&gt;$1,509&lt;/strong&gt;. He tot it'd be around $500... Never mind lah, B. Any brand is fine with me tapi jangan lak u give me Poccilini, Disney or Powerpuff bag tau! Spank euu nanti. :) If you give me that, I make sure you use that for work k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-O-M-E. I stayed home the whole day on Monday to finish up on my Lesson Plan before heading out for my 3rd session of the Marriage Preparatory course. Ustaz Maarof is real fun. Really down-to-earth. His explanations are simple to understand. But there's one part that I dun quite agree on. About the timings, i.e, 20 secs untuk ambil wudu', 3 min untuk solat, etc... If everything is done real fast, i.e, bacaan Al-Fateha akan menjadi tunggang terbalik. Tajwidnya salah2 dsb. Sebutannya dan sekaligus maknanya dikhuatirkan akan menjadi lain. But, who am I to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, someone whom Nurul and I know, (Ain, U know him too. It's Zulhilmi.) passed away on Sunday. We only got the news yesterday. The sad thing is, Nurul and her fiance, Hairul, saw him at Far East on the early part of the night he passed away. She wanted to tegur him but didn't as Hairul told her to do that after buying the things she needed first. But in the end she didn't get to see Zul. He'd left. On the way home, the 2nd tunnel at CTE, Nurul saw an accident involving a motorcycle. Little did she knew it's Zul. He died in a fatal accident. She's still in a daze now. Even I can't believe it. Aku doakan agar Allahyarham Zulhilmi ditempatkan dengan mereka yang soleh dan soleha. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Amin. Amin. Amin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115200662677796313?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115200662677796313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115200662677796313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/07/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115116321111963366</id><published>2006-06-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:46:19.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Session of Marriage Preparatory Course.</title><content type='html'>First one. Have 9 sessions more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad, but it's not that good either. The ceramah about knowing oneself is average. I can't say it's so good as the interaction was more of the one-way thingy. So, you can't blame me or hubby when we doze off for a minute or two (happened quite a few times). But, what irritates me was the audience. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda diharapkan berpakaian tertib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just which part of that don't they understand? To me, kalau nak bertatu, conperm takleh keluarkan lah kan. Tapi kalau bertindik di hidung (serupa lembu), kening... takleh bukak ke? Kalau dah biasa berpakaian ketat2, takleh ke tukar dan pakai sumting wic is more sopan? Tak semestinya sopan itu bermaksud kepada baju yang loose nak MAM*** per. Dasar orang kita dah tak tahu hormat agaknya. Aku hipokrit?? Biarpun aku hipokrit, aku tahu bagaimana nak sesuaikan diri dengan suasana majlis. Nak perangai biar bertempat ar, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ustaz asked a girl to comment about his analogy of a cup with only a small amount of tea left in it, and guess what's her reply??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl: Tak tau (dengan nada mengada-ngada).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ustaz: Cuba, cuba beritahu apa saja yang awak pikirkan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl: Tak tauuuuu...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Berdesing telinga aku mendengar jawapannya. Drpd itu aku dapat tangkap ar serba sedikit tentang peribadinya. Macam gitu nak buat bini?? Tak takot ke cik abang oi ?? Manelah tau kot2 dia perangai mcm tu dengan mak kau?? Oh ya, I almost forgot. Mama used to say, no matter how different you are from your partner, mesti ade perangai yang serupa. What you give, you get back. Karma. So, I guess cik abang dia pon is no different from her lah kan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah. Syukur Tuhan menemukan aku dengan Wan. I'm so thankful for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the ceramah thingy, it's a wonder how I can get some stuff on my mind about some of the things. Ustaz was saying about he bersyukur ada di antara kita yang memakai tudung. He said the reason we probably don the gear was becoz we know how precious our body are, we know that it's meant only for the husband. True. That was partially the reason why I don it &amp;amp; mostly the reason was, it's tuntutan agama. Hipokrit eh aku ni. Well, tell me who isn't? And the Ustaz also commented about pompan2 sekarang yang berpakaian macam TARZAN!! Wakakakakaka! Keras siak bobal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beli barang, seperti baju, yang mahal, berjenama. Barang itu dibalut dan dijaga dengan rapi. Beli barang kemas, disimpan, diletak di dalam almari. Tetapi perempuan, beli baju yang mahal, yang terdedah macam tidak cukup kain, tunjukkan dan berkemungkinan menaikkan nafsu orang lain yang memandang. Dia berpakaian sebegitu while going out with her loved one. Ain't the wonders of a girl to be seen by the hubby only? So why show it all to the rest of the buayas?? Kenapa dirinya, maruahnya, yang sangat berharga itu tidak disimpan sebegitu rapi seperti yang diperlakukan kepada barang kemas?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa pompan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Itulah secebis coretan hatiku setelah mendengar ceramah tadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiz... Till here. Entry too long now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115116321111963366?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115116321111963366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115116321111963366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-session-of-marriage-preparatory.html' title='1st Session of Marriage Preparatory Course.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115106507771199850</id><published>2006-06-23T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T20:17:57.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was won at TIMEZONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/baby%20pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/baby%20pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehe... Winnie the Pooh. I loike!! My Boo won it for me. I *heart* euu, dear. And look, Pooh's butt also has a face. The other lion stuff toy's from MacDonald's Happy Meal. (I tink so. Or was it Extra Value Meal?? No idea.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misshing B orady...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Rizal, if you are reading this, I'm so sorry I couldn't ikot Kak Fard &amp;amp; all. I had a staff meeting and only reached home at 7pm. My deepest condolences to you. I can't possibly say "I know how you feel" as I've not experienced it. All I can say is, life has to go on. Semua yang terjadi ada hikmahnya. Take care, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115106507771199850?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115106507771199850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115106507771199850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-won-at-timezone.html' title='I was won at TIMEZONE.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115086932358526147</id><published>2006-06-21T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:06:00.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/huda,%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/huda%2C%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've chit-chatted on the phone with my cuzz... Dah tengah syok2 bobal, my mommy pulak yang sibuk mintak hantar pegi kerja. Bila dah sampai at her workplace, she exclaimed!! Forgot to bring her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I go. Patah balik rumah to get it. My bro was waiting for me with her purse, and then he followed me too. Hahaha! He was so funny. When we reach my mommy's workplace, my bro cakap, "Brr... sejuk. Mama tak abis2 cakap time kaseh, time kaseh. Mimin kat belakang ni dah macam nak beku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that dia tak biasa naik motor malam2. I'm used to the cool air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Continued the conversation with Huda. What to do. My hubby was busy working. Tapi nampak2 nye, hubby tak senang kalau I'm on the phone at night while he's at work. Tak abis2 msg Ayu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, B. You are the only one I have in my heart. You'll be the only son-in-law kesayangan Mama &amp;amp; Abah. Jealous tau Ayu. Hmph!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115086932358526147?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115086932358526147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115086932358526147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/jealous.html' title='Jealous.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115043951604150871</id><published>2006-06-16T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:40:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Boredom. Look at the picture below and you know that too much self-picture-taking can give you, not pleasure, but simply boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm doing this, B is sleeping soundly behind me. Yes. SOUNDLY. Sometimes the sound can get as loud as you can imagine. Wakakakaka! Sorry B but I can't help myself from typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so tired after his night shift. So, must get some sleep before we catch Garfield 2, the movie. Or else... You dunno how easily he can doze off in a movie. Not even if it's a comedy or horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omi! I still have not decide on my wedding lunch's concept. Feel like doing a resort style, or Javanese's, or the traditional / singgahsana style, or the garden style, or the MALAS style, or the ballroom style. When I typed in 'pelamin Anggun Andaman', I got this at the search result. If I'm not wrong, I got the pictures belom from sumting2 that sounds like syazah.multiply, or sumting2 like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Export.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad memory. Getting old. Must say thanks to her (Syazah) tho. So, ballroom style has already been done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think I'm going with the chic style, then. So, so modern. I don't care what others might say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my wedding. It's my big day. It's mine!! Mine, mine, mine. Gosh, I'm sounding like a baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so in love with the pelamins' at Anggun Andaman. Well, since I've already engaged Fatimah Mohsin the Wedding Gallery, I just have to tell them my concept. Hehehe... nasib baik Kak Fatimah &amp; Kak Nana (&amp;amp; all the other staffs) are the friendly type. They say I can even give them pics, or show them the sample pics from other bridal shops. They don't mind at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All those peeps yang bad-mouthed their service, I can only prove you wrong after Dec 5th, coz that's the day of my post-wed shots. I'm confident. Thanks to my aunt, Wak Ilah, I got to go to Sultanah &amp; Fatimah Mohsin... She also recommended Zul Radi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know. I know. You're gonna ask why I didn't engage Zul Radi. Simply because my cuzz, Kak Ogy, who's getting hitch this August is also using his service, &amp;amp; a lot of my friends hired them already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides, I love the simple, not cakey, natural &amp; sweet make-up that Kak Fatimah gives. After Kak Ogy, then it'll be my turn. Wondering if Abg Yus has confirmed the date for his engagement day. His gf wanted sumting simple. Tukar cincin aje. Hmm... if they are, then my Tok will be getting 2 more cucu menantu (is that wat it's called??) &amp;amp; 1 more soon-to-be cucu menantu by the end of 2006... Whoa! That's a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115043951604150871?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115043951604150871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115043951604150871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115038857009793265</id><published>2006-06-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:22:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Jenaka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/Mak%20andeh%20Pak%20pandir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/Mak%20andeh%20Pak%20pandir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pada suatu hari, Mak Andeh sedang buat kerja freelancenye, iaitu cabut uban emaknya. Mak Andeh dan emaknya pun mula bercerita. Emaknya tiba-tiba timbulkan soal menimang cucu. Elak punya elak, Mak Andeh tak dapat mengelak lagi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Macam mane nak elak, ilmu itu pakcik belum ajar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Kalau kau takde anak, dah tua nanti, sape nak jage kau, Andeh?" tanya emak Mak Andeh. Mak Andeh pun jawab adik-adiknya yang diharapkan untuk menjaganya. Mak Andeh ni pun satu. Dia kalau tak menjawab, macam tak sah gitu. Perangai. Perangai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Kalau dorang jage kau, sape lak nak jage aku? Takkan nak beranak lagi. Mesen aku dah stop ni, Andeh," dengan pandai emaknya berikan jawapan. Mak Andeh terfikir sejenak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Alah Mak, Andeh ni bukan ape. Andeh takutlah nak ade anak. Entah terjaga ke tidak. Kalau Andeh macam Mak, takpelah jugak," kata Mak Andeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Ha, macam aku? Kau tu lagi terok daripada aku. Kau tak ingat macam mane kau jage adek2 kau tu? Kalau suara aku sampai bawah blok boleh dengar biler aku marah, suara kau tu, daripada bawah sampai atas bumbung blok ni, pendek kata, satu blok lah, boleh dengar suara kau. Kau tak ingat ke biler kite tinggal pat kampong Seranggoon North dulu, kau dengan adek2 kau, tak ubah macam Mak Tiri dengan anak2 biri. Eh salah, anak2 tiri. Tersasol pulak aku ni," kata emaknya dengan berjela-jela... Non-stop machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Alah, tu dulu lah Mak. Ni sekarang, Andeh dah lain. Kalau dapat anak pompan, lagi Andeh takot. Sebab Mak ngan Pak lah, Andeh jadi gini. Mak ngan Pak garang, tapi oklah, ade relek jugak sikit. Macam pepatah, '&lt;em&gt;U're my fren'&lt;/em&gt;. Kalau Andeh tak dapat jadi macam Mak ngan Pak, macam mane? Huru-hara kalau anak Andeh nanti jadi macam anak Metro, Setan. Eh, anak Metropolitan. Sorilah Mak. Terkasar bahasa pulak," si Mak Andeh menerangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Tau takot. Tau takpe, Andeh. Kau ingat senang jage anak. Tapi, aku kire kau oklah. Kau, Andeh, bukan ke kau ni garang..." jelas si emaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     " Andeh memanglah strict, Mak. Semua mesti in order. Perfectionist. Tapi, kalau Andeh je yang garang, pon tak guna Mak. Mak tengok lah Abang Pandir tu. Takot nanti dia lembot pulak ngan anak2. Hati dia tu boleh tahan lembot jugak Mak. Karang nanti biler Andeh marah2, dia lak yang bela anak2," keluh si Mak Andeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Rubbish only kau ni Andeh. Nak kasi reason pon tak kuat. Aku tau, kau tu cume penakot je nak tahan sakit biler mengandung, kan?! Pasal si Pandir tu, kau jangan bimbanglah. Kire settle je masalah tu. Kau tengok je nanti, dia mesti tukar punye. Orang dah kahwin lain, Andeh... &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;... Teringat pulak aku. Kau nak tau, kau  tu garang macam Mak Andeh, dalam cerita jenaka dulu2. Tunang kau pulak, macam si Pak Pandir. Sajak betul!" kata emaknya lalu ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Hish, tak baiklah Mak ni..." Mak Andeh terpaksa tahan geli hatinya, sebab nak bela tunang punye pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Aku cakap kau je garang macam Mak Andeh.... Aku tak nak bakal menantu aku tersayang jadik macam Pak Pandir. Kau tu, boleh tahan gak buli dia je tau," kata emaknya, ingin membela diri dan bakal menantunya juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Inilah dia 2 figure cerita jenaka dahulu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seri Rahayu     sbg     Mak Andeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Md Redzuan     sbg     Pak Pandir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cerita ini adalah rekaan semata-mata. Rekaan oleh My Mama, Puan Rahmah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115038857009793265?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115038857009793265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115038857009793265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/cerita-jenaka.html' title='Cerita Jenaka'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115037337067977537</id><published>2006-06-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:10:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won. I lost. Bah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/with%20helmet.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/with%20helmet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;:: with helmets on ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.. I just love him. He made time for me before he had to go to work. It's his night shift. Ain't he sweet? He sacrificed his sleep for me. Wonder what else he'll do for me? Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode to Lot 1 just to play pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/play%20pool.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;:: full of concentration ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2-1. I was on the winning side but when I saw him getting upset after he sucked at his free ball during the 4th game, I told him let's call it a day lah. But he insisted we continue playing. That's when he started winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game after game. In the end, it was 3-2. I purposely played lousy just to keep him happy. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, ego aside please Ayu. It wasn't deliberately done. I tried as hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won. Yup, I lost. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer me up, he bought me a head-band, &amp;amp; a Pashmina scarf. It doesn't cost much but gestures like that meant a lot to me. Thanks, sayang. I love you to bits! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115037337067977537?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115037337067977537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115037337067977537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-won-i-lost-bah_15.html' title='You won. I lost. Bah!'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115033902729507329</id><published>2006-06-15T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:29:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/1600/car%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5809/3158/320/car%20white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;:: the car ::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ad on the Peugeot car for too many times, till I can almost recite the words tho it may not be the words... Wakaka! I'm becoming illogical. Not even sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say I simply find it amusing &amp; a bit not logical. But I guess that's what ads are for. To amuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;guys were tailor-made, you might as well get Ken (Barbie's boyfriend) from Toys 'R' Us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heels were not as painful (is that it??), then u might as well wear your sportshoes! Who's crazy enuff to wear that for sports anyway?? If there were, it wouldn't be called heels!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;men can give birth, then they wouldn't be considered the male gender, coz only the females are given the gift to do that! The closest there's to it is to look after it before they hatch or whatsoever... like the fishes, etc. &amp;amp; the closest for the human male is to take proper care of the human female...&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Their wife lah, needless to say. But nowadays, I guess the human female can also refer to their mistress/mistresses, girlfrens, or even fren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;diamonds grow on trees, then a womans' best friend would be the apples, or any kinda fruits. Why? Coz all the diamonds, &amp; rubys, &amp;amp; sapphires, &amp; etc, will take up to be the fruits on the trees, &amp;amp; by then, the fruit would be so rare that it will fast sold out. Get what I mean? You don't?! Knock yourself out then. Suffice to say, fruits get you richer (for health), while all the rocks only get you poorer (but when will the ladies realise that?!)...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there's a car like that for everyone, then I must get my class 3 license NOW! But wait, are they giving it for free?? No? Forget about the license then... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, do you see my point? My response to this ad that I saw on TV was,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;If only all the ads are for real...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115033902729507329?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115033902729507329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115033902729507329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-only.html' title='If Only...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115028710045368002</id><published>2006-06-14T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:12:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Haiz... It's finally done now. I practically took up the whole day just to create a new layout for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I have to say thanks to this lot of people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak Mary - I found the blogs of Rai, Ain, etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kak Fard - at her site, I got the site for picture trail...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ain - I found the site for the clock...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp; to the rest of ya from whom I got the blog @ of the others...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. It's 8++pm already, &amp;amp; I have yet to wash up. Hmm, wonder if Hubby has standby tonight? If he doesn't, I reali reali reali reali reali, reali wanna meet him (how many times have I repeated reali??).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I truly miss you, sayang...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115028710045368002?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115028710045368002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115028710045368002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29608665.post-115026128639971192</id><published>2006-06-14T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T13:01:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God we're OK now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm missing you so much dearie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dunno how hard it's been on me. Now, amek kau! Dgr aku meraung, merengek, tak ubah mcm budak kecik menangis tersedu-sedan semalam. B, dun tell me you ingatkan there's no the softer side of me?! I ni pompan per, of course lah. Like duh! &amp; when I say sumting, I reali mean it. Dun tink that I'm just twisting with my words. If I say time-out, it simply means just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ups &amp; downs with you, I thrust it down in my heart. Make sure there's no repetition of all the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what B, when you messaged me yesterday, that you've been having heartaches, it really contradicts yourself. Why? Because while you messaged me that, you were happily out with your friend, playing pool, &amp; eating LAMB CHOP at Jurong Point. So much for heartaches ey?? I yang tengah sedih pilu macam nak giler, aderlah tak makan sangat. Kalau makan pun, setakat Koko Crunch with choc milk je tau! Bluek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, we're over that fight already. If it still persists, I tink I might be losing lots of kilos, you know... &lt;strong&gt;:&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29608665-115026128639971192?l=beeutifool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115026128639971192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29608665/posts/default/115026128639971192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeutifool.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-god-were-ok-now.html' title='Thank God we&apos;re OK now...'/><author><name>MizzyDzayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12406606759646032902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
