<?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-7621775180976920267</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:20:37.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go Again</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-1138219902948564631</id><published>2010-11-23T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:47:50.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>november rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been 4 days of "quarantine", of course in between i sneaked an hour of each day to breathe the air outside to do lil marketing. doct alrdy said that its not gonna be easy to stay home for long wit a kid. but i succeeded! my lil fabo is fantabulously recovering, wats left now are the brown marks on his soles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;now that he is recovered, he is talking alot more and telling me his "stories" and just this morning he let out a babyish "mummy". only once, and he wont do it again! argh baby! thats superb! his favourite word for now is "mamam". if asked if he wants susu, he will nod his head, and point towards where his milk bottles are stored. the brightest part is when he will pick out any of the biscuits bottle and bring it over to me, and get me to open it for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;French fries and hashbrowns are his fave food. he will normally dip it in tomato sauce, unbelievably imitating the way adults would dip into their sauces! kepo la IA!lol!  he loves rice/porridge and soup too, chicken rice wit soup is another favourite. He can finish a whole piece of prata too :)  i cant imagine, he eats like an adult !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;other than that, i realised how manja my boy has been. while playing, occasionally he will come up to me, and hug me, either that, he will bring his forehead forward to my lips so that i would kiss it. *breathes*. lately he would need to hug me before sleep.macamana tak makin sayang si manja ni. forever more, IA and his smiles will melt me, day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;awaiting more lil actions from him that would amaze me.. Lil IA, pls dun grow too fast. mumy is enjoying every single minute of u now, no matter how cranky or noisy you can be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-1138219902948564631?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1138219902948564631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/1138219902948564631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/1138219902948564631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-rain.html' title='november rain'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-933912818901879333</id><published>2010-11-20T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:05:32.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;its been awhile again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;my lil fabo, contacted HFMD. seriously, i have no clue how it got there, but i was angry at myself for being a careless mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i dunno if its me, or its just a mum's instinct that i felt different abt the fever he contacted just days ago. he was well and babytalking much, running around in the day and night till he self-sleep on the bed while playing wit me and hubby. i got awokened by his usual small cooing at 3+am, and i decided to just give him a quick kiss, like i normally always do. i felt a lil warmth on his cheek and placed my palm on his forehead to be sure im hallucinating. "hmm.. warm or is it me?" so i shook the hubby, and made him tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hub : aaahhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me : ahh wat dear? ahhh is fever or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hub : ahhhh fever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me: ??!!!!! fever!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i scurried to the kitchen, opened the fridge, got the paracetemol out, left it to chill. switched on lights. got the thermometer. 37.8c. so right, it could be the aircon, blasting too much and he could be a lil cold, so lets just monitor abit more ok ayu. things like "teething fever?", "changing month fever?", "overactive fever?" all played in my mind. and i couldnt fall asleep till abt 6am, IA woke up cranky and noisy. i decided to check his temp again. 38.5c!!!! oh doct pls open early. im so nervous and hubb has left for morning shift. shoved a good 5ml paracetemol after his milk and he went back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;rushed my boy to the clinic, 2nd in queue, his body got even warmer and doct took his temp. 39.1c. my heart died on me for a beat. oh my poor child, pls stay strong. and doct told me to monitor and gave him medications as prescribed. and so i did and my boy got so much better in the evening and started playing peekaboo wit me and even said " chhhaaaaaaa". he even sweat much. so this stupid gal thought, ahhh he must be having "demam nak pandai". complacency sank in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;next afternoon i got a good shock to see red dots appearing on his legs, hands. smaller ones all over the rest of his body appeared like goose bumps. again, this silly gal thought .. "after fever rash" and i let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;next mornin came, as we both woke up i decided to check on the condition of his skin. my eyes widened to see his soles with bigger red marks. and without further adue, i washed up and rushed him to see the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;doct : one look at it and i noe its hfmd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;me: *gasps* wat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;doct : lucky thing his fever is gone and he has not much blisters or even no ulcers in his mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;me : thank GOd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;doct : still have to be monitored and keep him in for at least a week so he wont come into contact wit other kids and also other diseases that will worsen his condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;me :*quarantine time* my poor baby. so wat do i look out for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;doct : lethargic reactions, not drinking or eating well, and bring him straight to kk if these symptoms appear, he needs to be hydrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;DRIP? oh no. no way Jose! i still remember the agony when he was hospitalised for rotavirus. my heart kept pumping fast and prayers muttered underneath each breath. pls save my child oh Allah. and so, before we had to be "quarantined", i brought him to macd to enjoy a bit of time together. i have no freaking idea how uncomfortable this disease is, so all i knew is i had to make my lil one happy. hashbrowns it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;sterilisations and disinfecting of everything began. whole house seems super germ-free suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and so i had to miss a few events or no plans to be executed for the next 4days now. till my lil fabo gets out of hfmd. and im pretty sure he is a strong boy, as i noticed the marks beginning to diminish slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;its 2am now, my heart still prays and worry for my lil one, and i noe, i need all the strength to keep us both going. and above all these, i know, ur my ultimate strength, IA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541802481053187442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TOhv_qqNvXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FyktYaupk7U/s320/DSC05992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-933912818901879333?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/933912818901879333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/11/strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/933912818901879333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/933912818901879333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/11/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TOhv_qqNvXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FyktYaupk7U/s72-c/DSC05992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-5976536098283664799</id><published>2010-10-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:20:08.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE-DUlIPZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7tFsi7iosVs/s1600/naila.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526266444545277330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE-DUlIPZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7tFsi7iosVs/s320/naila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526266318838307874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE98ASQHCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n5BPBFiA-AQ/s320/hilmi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE9yXQZcOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aax6EXiI30Y/s1600/aryf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526266153205854434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE9yXQZcOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aax6EXiI30Y/s320/aryf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we turn into the month of October, i was actually anticipating for some babies to arrive, and also for bestie's birthday. The best part of it all, Bestie was to expect her lil bundle of joy to arrive a day before her big 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Allah swt had a different plan for her and hubby. Baby Shariq Hilmi gave us a wonderful surprise by giving his first cry on 03.10.10 at 1003hrs. cool numbers huh! u wont believe how much a cutey he is. weighing at 2.7kg, he is my tiny winy lil godson.*beams*. Although bestie had to do an emergency c-sect, im most happy that both mum &amp;amp; baby are good now. i was super anxious the moment she texted me tellin me she was in the labour ward. and of course, kiasu as i am, godAmmi came hours after lil SH was born. So bestie, your present this year came a lil too early, yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;our dearest fren, Dahlinar, and hubby Zamir, on the other hand was expecting their baby to arrive on 08.10.10. Indeed, Naila Adilah is a girl of her words. She wasnt too early neither late, and another big surprise awaits us! She had a whooping good weight of 4.075kg and tall baby of 51cm! and her Mama actually gave birth to her normally! goodness gracious, you're such a strong-willed lady Lyn! Alhamdulillah, Naila was born on the last day of Syawal this year. I was delirious to see such a healthy chubby baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Idhan Akil now has three new frens. and of cos not forgetting LiL Donut, Aryf Naufal, heir to Nuriani &amp;amp; Sahurin! another adorable chubby baby!! masyallah. pipi nya! ammi cant wait to romos those again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i kept smiling as i typed this entry. First, i was amazed at how my lil boy loved his 'siblings'. he didnt like the idea of the babies being taken away for feeding and he wanted me to allow him touch and kiss those babies. protective lil abang :) . am so proud of you, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, IA, at 15mths, you're babytalking a lot.. and i really wonder.. wat your first word will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to all my dearest frens, congratulations on the new arrivals :) may ALLAH swt protect and guide all of us thru to be good parents. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-5976536098283664799?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5976536098283664799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-babies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5976536098283664799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5976536098283664799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-babies.html' title='October babies'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TLE-DUlIPZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7tFsi7iosVs/s72-c/naila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-1018483055617296757</id><published>2010-08-24T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:33:56.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keepin it hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a while since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;fastin month's been great. first time in our home. first time i managed the sahur and buka preparations. sometimes, i dun even noe wat to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its the 14th day today, and in abt two weeks time, i be busy preparing the home for our first raya here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got Idhan his first baju kurung :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and talking of which, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Idhan - started walking. His first few steps when he turned 13mth. wat a joy to see him waddle and chat baby talks happily as he strode along. he loves goin round the sofa and climbin up and down both sofa and bed. he has those typical *teet tot* noisy slippers almost all baby has. and he starts dancing to songs alot now too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;we play lots of ball, kicking or throwin, he even learnt how to throw the balls into the mini basketball net. he loves playin with blocks too, but instead of buildin em up, he throws em everywher. *faints* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;especially so, Idhan Akil loves playing wit switches, so he switches his battery-operated toys on and off, anytime of the day. kadang2 pening dengar. playhouse disney and its songs makes him smile or dance ard alot too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im glad im a sahm as i watch my son grow and develop new skills :) &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/7621775180976920267-1018483055617296757?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/1018483055617296757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/08/keepin-it-hood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/1018483055617296757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/1018483055617296757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/08/keepin-it-hood.html' title='keepin it hood'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8723205989457345452</id><published>2010-07-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:32:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was hibernating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been awhile. and i miss this space. i miss writing in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a whole lot to talk but just i prefer to have it simplified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;End of June, i was truly anticipating IA's 1st birthday. i just wanted to have something simple and memorable for him. no plans for any party but we decided to have some makan2 with frens and family-small makan2 that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;then as i started typing my sms to these people, i realised that i have so many close family and frens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so the messages went on like an inferno. and by the time i realised, its a lil too late that abt 2dozen headcounts invited. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah we had a small party for him at our home. decorate a lil here and there so it looks like a party. and of cos the lil Toy Story cake for the lil boy turning 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496039940463425394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TEXbNOKud3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kOfW_eUChcU/s200/37526_410481052333_718362333_4770346_4627481_s.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to the wonderful hearts of everyone, the lil makan2 session turned out well with almost 95% attendance and the beautiful gifts from everybody... Idhan is really a lucky baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;after the party life was carried on as usual till the day he got his chicken pox jab. Idhan came down with fever (which is a normal thing after any jabs) , followed by vomiting at the night, and diarrhea and vomitin the days after. this saga realli left Idhan not himself, lying down most of the time, feelin uncomfortable, whiny and clingy. thinkin that this is too unusual and that thru my readings, i never heard of diarrhea being an aftermath of jabs on babies, i took him to the doctor. doctor told me to monitor for another day and see if the poor boy is still as lethargic and if so, to bring him to the hosp in case he is really dehydrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the condition didnt improve so i got him checked at the hosp and my gut feelings told me he would definitely be warded cos he dun look healthy at all. and yes true enuff, doctor advised him to be monitored and he might have to be on drip if he dun hydrate well after giving him some medication. Test results show - Rotavirus. Minor. Doctor suspect he got infected by air. Got too near someone who had stomach flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;two nights at the hospital was agony. i couldnt sleep at all hearing other babies wail and cry in pain. seeing how uncomfy my son is, tryin to recover but kept waking up in the middle of the nights to loud crying of those children, filled my heart wit so much sorrow. thank God Idhan is a fighter. and with the many close people who came to visit and made him one happy boy, he recovered slowly over the two days but well enuff to be discharged on the 3rd day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and of cos, i was one busy mum attending to my poor lil sick baby and giving my every best to comfort him and be there for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, Idhan is back to his normal self, chuckling at our jokes, and always so manja with me. He uttered his first word too.. "mammmammm"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you baby,and Mum hope you'll stay healthy always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496042294859785138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TEXdWQ-j47I/AAAAAAAAAFE/qGtedjFSTLA/s320/36876_407259487333_718362333_4695194_1474823_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-8723205989457345452?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8723205989457345452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/07/was-hibernating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8723205989457345452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8723205989457345452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/07/was-hibernating.html' title='was hibernating?'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TEXbNOKud3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kOfW_eUChcU/s72-c/37526_410481052333_718362333_4770346_4627481_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6148638450664980408</id><published>2010-06-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:17:27.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his latest addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;IA's latest craze. my mobile phone. he's learnt to play the songs. he's learnt how to send empty text messages. yes, empty. lucky for me the sms is umlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next is my pair of spectacles. he used to pull em off my face and throw it aside. just days ago, he learnt how to put em back on, but slightly towards the tip of my nose bridge. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he do not want to stand on his own, but he wants to walk wit our help. he is walkin slowly and no tiptoeing :) well done baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA loves eating. whenever the adults starts chewing, he wil start grumbling. its his way of telling us he wants some. dah mcm abang2! semua dia nak! hehehe. alhamdulillah he is not the petty kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we haf 18 days before IA turns 1!! yay! and it was ard this period last year i was feelng the contractions :) how time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-6148638450664980408?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6148638450664980408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/his-latest-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6148638450664980408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6148638450664980408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/his-latest-addiction.html' title='his latest addiction'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8641814674656460878</id><published>2010-06-10T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:40:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>part of the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smell of ur neck. shape of ur eyes and ur nose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way u stare as if u see right thru to my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our quiet time. ur beautiful mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're all part of the list. things that i missed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things like your funny lil laugh or the way u smile or the way we kissed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos im seeing you every single time that i sit and reminisce. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481170030807746242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TBEHGj_QBsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-BtHKzzY_ks/s200/30420_398520107333_718362333_4450378_2500681_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u live in my memories forever more..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-8641814674656460878?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8641814674656460878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/part-of-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8641814674656460878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8641814674656460878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/part-of-list.html' title='part of the list'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/TBEHGj_QBsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-BtHKzzY_ks/s72-c/30420_398520107333_718362333_4450378_2500681_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-2587510250962642304</id><published>2010-06-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:51:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;basically, im just happy. i just ordered some&lt;em&gt; stuffs&lt;/em&gt; online. at a bargain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im gonna go shopping for some more&lt;em&gt; stuffs&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;GST is coming. ok i noe only $200. but still money rite? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im starting on my new project. need to submit soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anxious. stress. aiyo talking abt stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i got dues to settle. stupid bills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;this weekends, plenty of invites. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and mum, may u be safe in ur pilgrim and come home safe to the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-2587510250962642304?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2587510250962642304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2587510250962642304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2587510250962642304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-3931392345944476615</id><published>2010-06-01T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:42:44.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Idhan Akil turns 11 months today. Hes been a great child, smart and always melting my heart with his smiles. he is taking his first few steps now. i got awed by his cheeky looks all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;he is such an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; watched sex &amp;amp; the city 3 nights ago and i cant believe there's a scene potraying abt how being a mum is hard. being a stay at home mum wit a nanny, Charlotte is having trouble coping wit emotions alrdy. what more other mums like me, who stays home and handles everythin on her own. i have always been screaming to the wall. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the present moment, i am taking care of 3 adults, excluding myself, and my lil one. alot of new pressure, not that im complaining but i took the responsibilities with open arms, and i felt proud that im capable of doin a good job, if not best. at least i do have breaks in between, with my niece helpin me lookoout for IA. shes been a great help no doubt. and undoubtedly, my lil boy loves her alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;now that IA is turnin to his 1st year, im sourcing out for ways to educate him as he grows. any mums? help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;andddd.. there are other sticky issues around. issues that are making me feel worn out about. im beginning to regret everything, and when i do, just like the last time, its time i noe i shud move on. judge me for all i care. cos u might be VERY VERY WRONG abt me. i have done my part. i was there, for you. but it doesnt bother me much now that i let out all my regrets. all i noe is i still have someone who loves me, who have always loved me and will love me still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im done wit it. seriously. done. fuck me for all i care. my hearts turned stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-3931392345944476615?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/3931392345944476615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/3931392345944476615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/3931392345944476615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/06/done.html' title='DONE.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-2808190112586953217</id><published>2010-05-17T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T06:26:05.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyintaimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take ilham tapi banyak cerita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;banyak cerita tapi takde masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;takde masa tapi ada bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada bahagia kerana ada yang menyinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ada yang menyinta kerana itulah takdirNya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;terima kasih kerana kau ukirkan namaku dihatimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aku sentiasa menyintaimu ...seperti dahulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-2808190112586953217?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2808190112586953217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/05/menyintaimu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2808190112586953217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2808190112586953217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/05/menyintaimu.html' title='Menyintaimu'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-4690619187316171895</id><published>2010-04-19T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:40:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the day i went away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i remembered everything so vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you waited for me. i arrived late, as usual. but you never did frown. instead you took my hand and held em in yours, lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was so sweet. dinner was sweeter. u sent me home, and you left in the cab, after you kissed my forehead n lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for your usual call as u reach home, i browsed thru my hp for our picts. how sweet this life is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lil that i noe, its shortlived. my thoughts burst as my hp rang. an unfamiliar voice shared wit me the tragic news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, yes darling, you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to see you before ur burial. ur face was calm, serene and it was full of love, still. i cried and cried so hard in the hope that i could bring&lt;br /&gt;you back to life. but u were there, motionless, lifeless, and i had to swallow that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat will happen to me now that ur gone? how will i ever find true love again? why did you? why must this happen? whyyyyyyyyyy?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still crying as i woke up in sweat. only God knows how fast my heartbeat was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt an adrenaline rush and uttered "astaghfirullahalazim". then i felt my temperature rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand reached out for the hp. i typed the text and thank god u replied. you dunno how much i love you. and thank you for those words. now my&lt;br /&gt;heart can rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i terribly need a hug. that comforting and assuring caring hug. from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-4690619187316171895?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4690619187316171895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-day-i-went-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/4690619187316171895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/4690619187316171895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-day-i-went-away.html' title='after the day i went away'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8932775875812918217</id><published>2010-04-12T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:09:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>officially. MOVED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok. i have to admit. &lt;strong&gt;I AM TIRED&lt;/strong&gt;. a tired gal, wife, mum and owner. owner of my own humble home! yes! we have officially moved to our lil cosy home in a busy lil town named Toa Payoh Central. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a big part of me is &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. the other big part is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIRED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. BUT, lucky for me, i am not working so i have so much time to get most of it done in a week. all the unpacking and cleaning and arranging. simple home, most of whom alrdy came by will noe wat i mean. the most important thing is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SPACE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my lil boy to crawl around and play. he seems very happy to be able to toss his balls and toys around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;until today my shoulders and legs are aching. cos nice timing la, the time of the month came just days after we moved in so the cramps didnt help and i had to bring lil one to mum's house for me to get some good rest while mum cared for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im still nervous abt one thing though, we have yet to knoe our monthly budget on groceries and electricity and scv bills and all, and hubby decided to leave the responsibilities to me. imagine him, just surrendering the rest of his pay; minus his insurance and travelling money, to me! not for me to jolly ah, but to give me the headache of calculating and working out on our budget! gosh! thanks eh sayang! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;above all these, my syukur goes to Allah swt, my family, my closesest friends and hub's family who have helped much during the Moving-in operation. much thanks to my neighbour, Mr Soh, who offered his time, to drive us and the goods, using his lorry, on a public holiday. i have great amigos ard me. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;til yesterday, the stream of visitors, doesnt matter if you are a repeat visitor or not, i really appreciate the presence. bestie and hubby, my chikaro shasha n beau, MIL, SIL, BIL, FIL, and aunty, and Adek Eika and Alfy, Zohri, Nana Bff, mum and dad, and of course Idhan Akil, for bearing with his mum's busy-ness that true what my aunts told me. it seems that babies noes how to behave when their mums are like REALLY tied with work. i was so relieved to see him playing and behaving well just at his play mat without wailing for attention; when im busy vacuuming, mopping, laundry-ing or even cooking. in fact he even sang and talked to himself as he watched playhouse disney. i just cant recall the number of times i would breathe a relief and shake my head and smile looking at him playing. and when i do that i realised that my baby is growing so fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speaking of the visitors, i really would love to apologise to the in-laws for the poor hospitality ytd. i didnt expect full battleion to come and i didnt have anything to offer except my poorly cooked nasi goreng, and keropok2. it was kinda last minute and i didnt have much groceries to start off with yet, so pls do pardon me for making you guys go hungry for hours till Abg Rizal had to buy KFC. malunyer aku!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and to the rest of the visitors too, pls pardon my poor hospitality. shrugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;some more happy news apart from my new home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bestie and hubby had gone off for their post-honeymoon today. didnt get to send them as i had to rush to mum's place to get some stuffs and return home again. pls enjoy the trip wit babybaby! bestie is 3mths pregnant and i heard from her that dahlinar is in her 4th, nur too! wow! i cant wait for the babies! IA will have many many more friends! may Allah swt bless them with a smooth pregnancy journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and as for my chikaros, Shasha and Za, i heard the plans. and im TRULY HAPPY for you both! seriously, lets do this together! (za, you and aidil still owe me one- when you coming to my house ah bestie? ) and Haney babe, you too.... time is ticking away and in no time... jeng jeng jeng.. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;till i really settle down in my home, i will not be so active in the www world. if you miss me, you noe wer to find me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;home sweet home. &lt;em&gt;smile&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/7621775180976920267-8932775875812918217?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8932775875812918217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/04/officially-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8932775875812918217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8932775875812918217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/04/officially-moved.html' title='officially. MOVED.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-2889153382170368299</id><published>2010-03-31T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:25:30.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one thing i miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all these years tat shes been gone from my/our live/lives, i have never really mentioned or cried in front of anybody about how much i missed her smell, missed her smile, missed her voice and hugs. one thing i missed most is the touch of her hand and the way she always assures me that everything will be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nenek. the one who raised me up and saw me thru my years, thru my growing years. she left when my life was in some rollercoaster ride, thats when i needed her the most. but i knew i cant be selfish and make her go thru my pain wit me as she always do for the past 24 years of my life then. i knew then that i have to learn to let go of the clingy thing i had with her and went on to look for something or someone to hold on to before she pass on. and everyday i prayed that i wont see her breathe her last cos i dun wanna keep that memory, i just wanna keep her alive in me, so yeah God granted me that prayer. She breathed her last and i onli saw her as she lay down there, motionless. i couldnt cry as hard as i wanted to, cos i didnt want her to die, i didnt want her to leave, and of cos i was in denial that she has really left. until today altho i will have any opportunity to visit her grave, i didnt want to. i cant stand the fact that i be standing in front of some bricks and grass and my beloved MOM is 7 feet below and i cant hug her or smell her as much as i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i couldnt have nenek witness my wedding. i still remember how we talked abt it, how i planned to have her sit beside my pelamin so that everyone can see who my grandma/mum is. gosh. my tears rolled as i type all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i couldnt have nenek by my side as i hold my newborn son to show her her great grandchild from me, but i didnt fail to whisper in the wind as i first held Idhan Akil in my arms : Nenek, ini anak dayu, cicit nenek.. dayu tau nenek ada dengan kita.. dayu tau kalau nenek ada, nenek mesti sayang dia mcmana nenek sayang dayu.. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so today, as i hear news abt hubs granma surviving her final hours of life, and as i visited her in hospital earlier, i cant help feelin wat i felt 4 years plus ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh Allah, pls make this smooth for her.. jus as how you made it smooth for my Nenek. pls protect her and put her in the best places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amin ya rabbal alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/7621775180976920267-2889153382170368299?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2889153382170368299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-thing-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2889153382170368299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2889153382170368299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-thing-i-miss.html' title='the one thing i miss'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-5247912899592658191</id><published>2010-03-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:53:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond memories wit Nutella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, I felt a rummy in my tumbly and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat when my eyes feasted upon a jar of nutella. First person that comes to my mind is my pretty sis-in-law, Shera. She has this fetish of lickin the choccies out of the jar, innocently. Lol. Those were the days when I witnessed her sinful eating at simei home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing that comes in mind, was my nutella-ing during pregnancy days. Being pregnant gives u hunger pangs every other hour of the day. And yes im not spared, even in the middle of the night. Amazingly, I didn’t worry abt how much weight I will put on with those snacking and complete meals, but I was more concerned if my baby has enuff. So those plenty middle-of-the-nights-hungerpangs were the times I had my nutella-bread spread. Yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I licked the nutella, and think abt pregnancy, I kept on recalling more of what I experienced. The only craving I had was when I asked for prata in the morning and hubs came home with nasi lemak? I was like, “I texted you for prata baby”. And I had to forgive hubs for having overlooked that part of the text as he has just returned home from a 12hr night shift and he have been dealing with me whining during my morning sickness trial. But I sulked for a day before he returned home the next morning with my prata. Grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backaches, swelling legs and cramps did not spare me either. Especially in the final trimester. But lucky for me, too, that I wasn’t confined to bed, and I could walk ard much with the aching all over my body. I managed to even karaok wit friends till my 35th week. I worked till my 36th week, doctor advised me to rest as I was 3cm dilated then and my contractions found to be disastrously unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, my babyboy decided to see the world much earlier and he came to the world exactly on the date I hit our 38th. 1st of july 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not wanna recall labour pain, for all that matters, as I believe the onli real pain I felt so far was the CONTRACTION pain, and labour wasn’t really that bad.  And of cos the aftermath, stitches and clearing bowels and confinement gives me that reluctant feeling to give birth again at the moment. Haha. Scaredy cat u may call me. But truth to be told, im just concerned on who is gonna look after my lil hero if I decide to go thru this phase again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. Nutella bring me fond memories. Memories of me, pregnancy and baby. Now, Idhan Akil is enjoying bits of nutella too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-5247912899592658191?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5247912899592658191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/fond-memories-wit-nutella.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5247912899592658191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5247912899592658191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/fond-memories-wit-nutella.html' title='Fond memories wit Nutella'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6726721586618845906</id><published>2010-03-02T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:20:47.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life. as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was watching idhan sleep, and was abt to doze off when i recalled my trip to KKH for my checkup and papsmear/breast check. if u ask me why i get my breast checked by my gynae, i would have to tell you that altho i noe the steps to do it, i am never very sure of myself detecting any unwanted thingy going on. however, doct gave me great news, he says im clear of any breast lumps and papsmear went well. he says i wont have to be checked til 2 yrs. but of course i very kiasu, i told him i will return next year. better be safe than sorry? dun u think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, so back to the trip. i took the train wit hubby and lil IA. when we stepped in, i saw a woman dressed neatly in professional wear. she has a very Paris Hilton kind of aura, but wat shocked me was the scene she made over her mobile phone. she was swearing at her boyfriend? for being a useless scumbag, and that she had no money to pay for rent and has to move out cos her "useless" bf aint working and not providing. she also remarked that with that mere paycheck how much can she survive with. i guess her bf told her off on her shopping cos she said then her shopping hasnt got anything to do wit his money. so the story goes on, and in my mind i was thinking how many more of these well-dressed people are actually having these problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the next person i met, was another professional looking decent chinese lady. she was at KKH alone, for her checkup. then i overheard a nurse speaking to her about her abortion counseling. she mentioned that she has to go on with the abortion cos she had intercourse wit some different men and she is not ready to have a baby. i was like errrr ? okayyy.. this is deceiving enough for the day. &lt;/span&gt;she dont look like a prostitute at all ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;just when i thought i had enough Q&amp;amp;As in my mind for the whole morning-afternoon, i came across a couple who were discussing heavily on their financial issues. truthfully, i didnt mean to eavesdrop, but the 3 people i met are on a volume good enuff for my sharp ears to hear. ok so the couple were with 5 children, i believe they're their own, and age range within 2-8yrs old. they were asking each other with the S$200 they have from this pay, what is left to be settled before they can use it to feed the kids. the guy actually mentioned they had to top up the electricity bill, and that would be a mere S$100 (min) for em to feed their children. i was like " oh my... kesiannyer dorang..". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so on my way home till i reach my doorstep i was pretty quiet. my thoughts full of my selfishness on bothering too much on the way i look, wat i wear, wat kind of food i eat, complaining on every single thing i am unhappy about. these encounters really is an eye opener for me. now, it seems like every single dollar is so precious. and every single unfortunate people i see, i will try to donate, the least, to help them get thru the day. and of course, up till today and many many more days later, i can never tell which person who dressed with those blings2 and brands are actually really rich or they're just dressed to impress. of course some are blessed with good jobs and pretty rich parents or hubbies who can afford, but as for me, heheheh im just neither rich nor poor. and i hope i can guide my baby to accept this average lil family of ours. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and yes, our Idhan Akil turned 8mths on 1st march. he's growing sooo fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-6726721586618845906?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6726721586618845906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6726721586618845906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6726721586618845906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life. as it is.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6456923939270783647</id><published>2010-02-23T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:30:42.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEAR HUBBY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;ME, UR WIFEY, IDAYU AND OUR DEAR BOY, IDHAN AKIL WISHES YOU MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS FOR THE YEAR AND MAY ALLAH SWT BLESS YOU WIT GOOD HEALTH ALWAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441646692984630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4Sc1hCHKvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/64riENcZcTU/s200/birthday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-6456923939270783647?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6456923939270783647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/h-p-p-y-birthday-dear-hubby-me-ur-wifey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6456923939270783647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6456923939270783647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/h-p-p-y-birthday-dear-hubby-me-ur-wifey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4Sc1hCHKvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/64riENcZcTU/s72-c/birthday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-2416265464823803780</id><published>2010-02-21T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:40:48.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMnWBHphI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tWCiCFUtygY/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440643694904976914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMnWBHphI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tWCiCFUtygY/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; US now :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i thought that we wont be able to spend our anniversary as hubby has alrdy taken leave two weeks ago, i was given the best news. my Ashraf is gonna be on leave from mon to thur this week, and we will start off our anniversary watching a hindi movie, My name is Khan, a love story starring Shahrukh Khan and Kajol. i cant wait! Next after, i dunno wats in Hub's mind but im sure they're gonna be good! (excited mode on) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anniversaries - are normally linked with flowers, chocolates etc. all our dating life, i was never given any, only a bear once, on the 14 Feb 2008, days before our wedding. Hubs wanted it to keep me company for the week before we became husband and wife. i got so used to the no-flower-bear-choc occassions that i realised how unique this man is. He has his other ways of giving me surprises, that i have lost count of the number of times i got awed by his way of making me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pejam celik, now we're at our 2year mark as husband and wife. easy an easy as it may sound, marriage sometimes can drive people crazy. not the &lt;em&gt;Bad&lt;/em&gt; kind of crazy. but &lt;strong&gt;crazy in love&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. sometime crazy meaning Cekik darah. those who are married, you noe wat i mean. sometime when the not-so-delightful mood comes, i feel like punching the face. oops.. pinching i mean. *grins* im sure he feels the same way sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey hubby, i noe you'd be reading this sneakingly.Firstly, My outmost shoutout to you ... " I LOVE YOU". For all that i have been these years that we have been together, pls forgive me for my nonsense. you noe that deep within, i will always care and will definitely always love you. Its been an adventurous journey since 2003, and i never regretted this choice in life to be with you. Please keep up the good work of being a wonderful husband, who loves, who understands, provides, and given me every chance to be a better wife everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a toast to our 2 years of partnerhood.. . . . . you've completed me. and Idhan Akil completes us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440643670436568674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMl63ZXmI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5mTN2HFME2w/s200/P9300010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(our pict in early 2004...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440643674107967314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMmIiud1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c2mhDiVss9M/s200/P9100241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(this taken in 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440643690281225122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMnEyuy6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/CBlGxwwsvSI/s200/A+-0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this in 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully we have more and more of these beautiful picts in years to come.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-2416265464823803780?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2416265464823803780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2416265464823803780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2416265464823803780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-in-love.html' title='crazy in love.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S4EMnWBHphI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tWCiCFUtygY/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6767274981534388278</id><published>2010-02-14T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:29:38.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hubs back to work. oh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3gUYrRdHSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0nV1Vg2n2tE/s1600-h/ia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438118964215225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3gUYrRdHSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0nV1Vg2n2tE/s200/ia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3gUYBBB9cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ILqvpCimr8/s1600-h/ia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438118952872048066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3gUYBBB9cI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9ILqvpCimr8/s200/ia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nowadays it seems like its getting harder to get Idhan Akil to keep still whenever we pose for a pict. This fidgety boy will smile, as always, BUT, his eyes will wander around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very curious boy indeed, First, he will smile when something catch his eyes, then he will reach out for anything within his reach and now that his taste buds are "active", he pops in every single thing into his mouth. He gets VERY mad when we start gnawing food but none were offered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dah macam Abang abang..semua nak makan. Nanti mummy sumbat belacan baru tau! heheheh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby ends his one week leave today. He took a whole week to care for IA while i recuperate from this surgery. Im not elaborating cos its nothing serious. Im alright now. Just waiting to be able to start exercising. I wanna go to the fitness parks wit hubby everyday. These body parts are getting flabby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack nampak. Bebual pasal hubby can lead to my fats eh. No good no good. better stop here. lets get back to the hubby-on-leave subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really good having hubs around. IA enjoyed his dad company. Apa taknya, bapak joker. Kaki melayan. I wonder how i will deal wit the emptiness, yearning to hear that hoarse voice and the random jokes starting tomor. AARghhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like Idhan Akil has his boring mummy for company again- back to square one. grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/7621775180976920267-6767274981534388278?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6767274981534388278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/hubs-back-to-work-oh-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6767274981534388278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6767274981534388278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/hubs-back-to-work-oh-no.html' title='hubs back to work. oh no.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3gUYrRdHSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0nV1Vg2n2tE/s72-c/ia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8973752850333941746</id><published>2010-02-11T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:32:05.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23.02.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;timecheck - 4.15am. (my poor eyes. how can it not go spoilt). i cant sleep after answering nature's call. so i decided to write while my brains are working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cny and valentines dat falls on the same day this year. As a malay, i definitely dun celebrate cny and as a muslim, i have never praticed valentines either. But i will never fail to love the scenic view of roses, choc boxes and balloons painting the town red. im sure it would be an even redder occasion this year wit cny.&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to my very own Love day, which is approaching in days. our second year anniversary as husband and wife will be joined by our beautiful babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i will get married after two failed 'engagements' with two bastards who thought the world of themselves. Naive as i am then, i fell prey to their mushy trap and my body never knew such pain., which really taught me a good good lesson. After all i realised that they're just guys who needed a sense of belonging, so ever proud of their helmets, so called fanatic hellriders. Its not that i wanna be a typical mina ferring, but coincidentally they rode so hell yeah, i almost ended my life somewer on the roads. And theres another fact, they cant live without Women. XTRA women. Thank Allah for fishing me out of this nonsensical way of life.&lt;br /&gt;After all cried out, this wise guy came and ended my doubts on true love when he sacrificed his soul loving me. He is the kind who uses a cepas to travel. Buses, trains and taxis are his rides. He never praticed showering me with LV, Coach, Gucci, Kate Spade, Tiffany, Ninewest, , etc. no, none of the above. He taught me to humbly accept what i have and be grateful with the $10 bags and clothes that i own, and never to be jealous of my friends and their extra indulgence, He keeps on reminding me that we dont even earn a five digit paycheck to even showoff. Money is just to adorn you with life pleasures. But true love, is eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He made me learn that all i really need is my family to keep me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are blessed with a babyboy. We have a home. Most importantly we have our family. A loving family. Of course there are times that this lil rude woman will flare up in our differences and say things like " i dun deal with stupid people' smack right at his face. There are more of where those words come from but censored for the benefit of my son. He might bump into this entry when he grows up and read this about his mum! lol!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely i get guilt- strickened and will always utter under my breath for God to forgive me for whenever my laser mouth starts firing at hubby. Alamak i tell you, it can cause an inferno in hubby's heart. SOmetimes i ego la, i will give it some time to kiss and make up. tak bagi chance, cos i was too fired up inside. Then my Sainty ring pops above my head and told me that i been freakin rude to the guy who made me who i am today. Idiot right me? How could me. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;And he is not the typical matrep im dealing with. He is the one who fed me wit his hard earned money, the one who embraces me in the storm, who held my hand thru the rain, the one who helped me stand up again. i mellowed down a lot under his influences, Thats the traits of being a Sagi, mostly shorttempered but with a good heart. marah marah sayang. CHeyyyyy, self-praise.&lt;br /&gt;This man, Ashraf, placed the ring on my finger, said his vow to be my lawfully-wedded and gave me my life. I owe it to the Man Above for this beautiful plan. For 2 years its been nothing but a wonderful 'rollercoaster' ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23.02.10 will be our Love day and 24.02.10, my Ashraf turns older. And again, Ashtrina will not have a happy ending, cos Ashtrina is a never ending love story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437190285073313538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3THwb3_7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/qMGbnTryGTg/s200/DSC02754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-8973752850333941746?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8973752850333941746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/230210.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8973752850333941746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8973752850333941746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/230210.html' title='23.02.10'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S3THwb3_7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/qMGbnTryGTg/s72-c/DSC02754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6806296333383083134</id><published>2010-02-01T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:55:46.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish SPlash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mummy was most proud of Idhan Akil yesterday! finally, his phobia towards the pool of water has left him. The phobia came one day when we brought him to the baby spa at Yishun, when the group of *****women staffs scare him with their noisy and irritating gestures. They kept on trying to calm him down wit toys and there were 4 of em, mind you, surrounding the small tub in which Idhan was in, not even allowing me, HIS MUMMY, to comfort him. I had to raise my voice and say "I believe he is afraid of too many people, so will you allow me to comfort my son, and stop ur noise? do u even noe how to handle a baby? ". U guys noe how much my son is hapy around people, and I never had this problem the first time we let him float in the normal swimming pool. Hubby said " this is the one and only time we'll come to this place and its damn expensive and idiotic service".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sooooo, yesterday when the impromptu plan came, i decided to give it another try and bring my son to the swimming pool and teach him to love the waters, as he always been, during his bathtub showers. I met Ikin and her lil pretty Bashirah for a splashing time at Woodlands SC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486742014980898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2efZ22Y8yI/AAAAAAAAACk/05xk5uXO2eA/s200/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486749609103090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2efaTI-DvI/AAAAAAAAACs/JXpHnwY3BIg/s200/DSC02715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment i got Idhan Akil dressed for the waters, i kept saying my prayers that he would be ok, at least, and will not wail the way he did in THAT baby spa. I carried him for a shower and sat by the baby poolside, immersing his legs first so he noes wat he is in for. Indeed, his face changed ( look at the pict) , but i kept on singng Dibo's and Mickey MOuse's tunes and he started smiling, and his hands started playing splash. As he did that, i slowly immerse his body in, and as he continues, the next minute he realises that water is already at his shoulde level and he was smiling away! Damn grateful and happy i was. And many THANKS to Ikin too for guiding him on the backfloat and getting him used to the waters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486754679846354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2efamB7ddI/AAAAAAAAAC0/biTclHmQDu4/s200/DSC02720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tragedy almost struck but Allah swt has Mercy for lil Shirah. She had climbed the flight of stairs of the pool slide, when the lifeguard decided to switch on the water sprinklers so as to wet the slide for her to use. The lil got frightened of the sudden burst of waters and sounds that she sprint down the stairs, missing one or two along the way, and almost plunge head first to the rails, when her HERO, her beloved mum, Ikin, caught her neck and carried her up. What a scene there, had my hair standing and i was glad she is a strong gal, she didnt cry but she got a lil frightened by the sprinklers. I wouldnt noe wat i would have done IF this happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489466849395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2eh4dpihNI/AAAAAAAAADE/cl1DrVxxONc/s200/DSC02714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway lil Shirah is a great gal. The incident didnt stop her from braving the pool again. It shows when she pointed towards the 1M deep pool, askin us to go over. And she continued to learn more swimming stuffs from Mummy. :O) as for IA, he enjoyed kickin and i dunno if im right, but everytime i say "KICK", IA will start kicking! damn im so proud of this boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433486760730386866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2efa8kfYbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NCKhNG0s4vM/s200/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shared wit hubby the great news of IA playing in the pool and he is truly happy that his son has gotten rid of that phobia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely we are visiting the pool again! Friday? Anyone ? Joining ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : Ikin, Friday? how? heheheheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7621775180976920267-6806296333383083134?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6806296333383083134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/splish-splash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6806296333383083134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6806296333383083134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/02/splish-splash.html' title='Splish SPlash!'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S2efZ22Y8yI/AAAAAAAAACk/05xk5uXO2eA/s72-c/DSC02704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6219493225358012369</id><published>2010-01-24T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:23:40.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always sidetrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;usually before i switch on the pc, i would have a 1001 things in thought i wanna share, but whenever the pc is on, my mind will go astray, googling on stuffs, and reading other blogs, and i forgot wat my story is for the day. am i growing old too fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok i remember todays story though, cos i cant believe that life is this tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hubby's day off on saturday. we brought idhan akil to the baby spa at northpoint. after which we head down to sembawang shopping ctr to do a massive shopping for our home needs. we were damn damn lucky our baby was asleep thruout the shopping and we even had time to get our hot chocolate over at Starbucks. relaxing for me after a whole week of being a busy superwoman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;we bought over 70 items of housewares! which includes the small things of kitchenware. and there are still more to come! building a comfortable home is not as easy as i ever thought. when i look at my parents now, i truly understand the hardship they went thru to earn such a good living for us.  ensuring all necessities are attended to, we really have to work for the MONEY. Life is really this tough seh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went googling for a checklist for home, and im glad 80% is covered for now. we only need to do some wardrobe &amp;amp; kitchen cabinet constructing, and of course, our new TV set, our new bed, a vacuum cleaner ... am i talking of a couple grands here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok my minds going sidetrack to the home now, imagining how life would be there, and i will have a lot more to chitchat wit hubby later but overall, after the shopping, i can safely give a sigh of relief for the almost-complete-home strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so till i remember wats the next story i have to share, have a good working week to 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/7621775180976920267-6219493225358012369?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6219493225358012369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-sidetrack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6219493225358012369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6219493225358012369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/01/always-sidetrack.html' title='Always sidetrack'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-271251000002664755</id><published>2010-01-21T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:36:24.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt realise that its been a mth since i went missing from blogging. new year has been good so far, bestie got married to bro fik, and adjusting to life being a sahm, wasnt really very easy at first, but i kinda got the hang of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429472251147779154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S1lcPu-A_FI/AAAAAAAAACc/GOEAN4r6D-I/s200/bstie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;main job scope : care for my Idhan Akil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429470926542457314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S1lbCobfyeI/AAAAAAAAACU/w3qwV9oMV-o/s200/my+idhan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;followed by the rosters; cookin, cleaning, washin, laundry, taking him out for a stroll, play wit him, taking care of hubby's wellbeing, etc, all that since as early as 7am till 10pm. my hours are filled till i dont really bother to switch on the pc and checkout wats hot in fb, multiply or even blogs. my my, i must have missed out alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am gonna be a lil tight again soon, as our pretty humble home in Toa Payoh is gonna be 'returned' to us, owners! yeah the rent contract is gonna be over soon, and i have got many things in mind to plan for a simple, sweet home for us 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;idhan is learning to enjoy the cartoon shows on playhouse disney, enjoying his cereals, and he has a lil tooth stickin out, another one in queue. no fever so far so good, and he is one active boy, i dun even have to teach him how to move his legs step by step or climb the gate step by step. its all constructed in his brains i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im not bragging but he is really the first baby i have seen in life to be smiling so much, well i guess he must have inherited that from daddy. ? . nevertheless it could be that smile which been keepin him in good form, when the family recently got hit by the flu bug, coughing and sneezing and everything. and there he was, asleep in between us, and he is as fit as a fiddle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;immune system like the daddy, again. i was a sickly baby till i turn adult, no doubt, countless clinics and hospitals trips for me. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im blessed wit all these i guess. Allah swt has given me His Mercy. and im hoping that life will go this calm for my family, as we will be starting life on our own, independently in our home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-271251000002664755?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/271251000002664755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/271251000002664755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/271251000002664755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-year.html' title='my new year'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/S1lcPu-A_FI/AAAAAAAAACc/GOEAN4r6D-I/s72-c/bstie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-7177631946981433086</id><published>2009-12-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:14:05.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it rained over half the day today. i took the train with ain. its my last train ride to work. yes today is my last day at Amara. when i stepped into the office i felt empty for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was happily chatting during the Xmas lunch when it struck me that i havent really cleared my drawer! and my folders and desk! instead of doin wat im supposed to do, i then browsed thru my multiply page and came across some picts that brought back awesome memories....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418678681610947026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMDjTFnCdI/AAAAAAAAABc/jEIBrCZNTbk/s200/CIMG0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;im for sure gonna miss these few. the beautiful gals in my dept. Vincy &amp;amp; Jiaxin! pls come visit me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677782594142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMCu9_TQlI/AAAAAAAAABM/iSBHPBFfJI0/s200/CIMG0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this pict taken in 2007, and now Theodore is back, and i dunno when i will ever catch this new movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677974316150946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMC6INY8KI/AAAAAAAAABU/e-1iFKXRrag/s200/CIMG0441-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;next i wanna congratulate my sis, Kid Imah for she safely delivered to her baby gal Alya Nurdini just two days ago. Welcome to motherhood my lady! i will visit you soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418679128737300882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMD9Uw1wZI/AAAAAAAAABk/N_6x4rEK1qY/s200/CIMG1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i also wanna give a shoutout to my bro Boyan Eddy Fairuz for celebrating your 28th birthday! Many Happy Returns bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418679398214123362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMENApHv2I/AAAAAAAAABs/s_C39fNideQ/s200/mag-cover-fame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my bestie and bro, ahem.... hours away to the big big day!! and me and hubby is really hoping we will all be well to attend Shy's Xmas party. and here's a pict of me and her two years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418679713643378594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMEfXtUN6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/jQh1mHkZOZM/s200/CIMG1374-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and finally to all, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! i may not be logging in much as i am gonna get busy with being a fulltime mummy, for bestie's wedding this weekend and so wish me the best. and pray for my hubby's wellbeing and to stay healthy so that he can support the family! See Ya guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418680368054209938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMFFdlBDZI/AAAAAAAAACM/yDJxXxsNeCA/s200/CIMG1401-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-7177631946981433086?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7177631946981433086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/7177631946981433086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/7177631946981433086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-all.html' title='Happy New Year all!'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SzMDjTFnCdI/AAAAAAAAABc/jEIBrCZNTbk/s72-c/CIMG0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6842852152220979304</id><published>2009-12-21T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:38:49.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my days as a Reservations Executive is coming to an end in the next 48 hours or so. I felt a tinge of sadness as i slowly cleared my drawer this morning. it started yesterday actually when Vincy told me she is gonna miss me. She have been persuading me to stay, even tore up the first drafted resignation letter, which of course without any question i printed another one immediately. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want this to really happen, to leave a job that suits my customer-orientated personality and to leave a workplace that brought me to these few beautiful people in my department, especially my lil sisters, Jia Xin and Vincy and some other great colleagues. They are the ones who shares my joy, my laughter, my jokes, my stories, and always caring for my wellbeing, esp during my pre and post pregnancy. They have also been tolerant of my silly moods, and crankiness and my demands. The bosses have been wonderful and understanding. TI've benefited from being a management staff - splendid discounted room rates in Amara Singapore and Amara Sanctuary Sentosa and 50% off any meals or cakes. every morning for the past years, i have been greeted with smiling faces and greetings from my Ayah, kak Rose, mr Anwar, mr Hamid, Shanti, Devi, and everyone else, from the Sales Team, to the F&amp;amp;B Team, Front Office Team, and the trainees too and lunch companions like Ain, Shasha, etc. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope, i will still keep my relations with them as intact, and still be great friends forever. i want you guys to noe that im leaving with a slightly heavy heart, and i will miss all of you the same way you do. Please do drop by my home during the festivities like you always do, and i promise i will cook for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing time - every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end..&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/7621775180976920267-6842852152220979304?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6842852152220979304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/closing-time_21.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6842852152220979304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6842852152220979304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/closing-time_21.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-7770861915193019996</id><published>2009-12-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:10:27.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4. days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh my god its monday again!  while on the ride with Ain this morning, it drizzled along the CTE. we had fun in the rain! now i have&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more working days to go, so dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we spoke of this event for months. as the clock ticks by, from today we only have &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;days to bestie's and bro fik's big day, and im anxiously waiting for it. my baju is ready, idhan and hubby's too! i really hope i will get to be a fine bridesmaid and bridesmaid maid. reason why i say im gonna be a bridesmaid maid too, is because, at intervals, i might not be able to assist bestie cos i have to attend to my son, and bestie za will manage in between, and of course there is our dear shasha too, to get busy, so im really praying that the three us will do a really good job for Anum. she must be in much jitters and real stress now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wedding cake, arranged. guestbook, done. frame, done. pens, done. what else. hmmmm. oh yes, the outing with her. the last of her bachelorhood with me and mok mok. but the bestest news is: she is gonna stay in Sembawang with Fik! so she is like a junction away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok slap my face back to reality. back to work now. and i have a whole chunk of Asiana flights to clear till Feb '10. lets pretend that im damn busy ok. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-7770861915193019996?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/7770861915193019996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-days.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/7770861915193019996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/7770861915193019996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-days.html' title='2.4. days'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8266424353884905950</id><published>2009-12-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:59:06.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.O.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im counting down to my 'passing-out-parade' day. 2 Annual Leave Days to clear and 3 more working days before i safely declare myself a sahm. Seriously im quite nervous of whether i be able to sustain staying home for a very long time, but i believe, as much of a domestic freak i am, i am sure i would really enjoy the big break from the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been doin much at work. my current jobscope - mark attendance.google.chat.talk with colleagues.teabreaks.punch out. lol. im not even in the mood to dress up for work, been wearing the same skirt for days now. eeeew ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby too cant wait for me to stay home and care for his son, as well as care for his wellbeing, and definitely most importantly, un-'escapingly', cook for him! arrgghhhh ! *bite fingers &amp;amp; toes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays Idhan is beginning to notice that im not around for more than half the day and he will start being cranky. The moment i step into the home in the evenings, my "assalammualaikum" will make him rotate his head towards the door, and he will make noise if i walk straight into the bedroom without carrying him first. im sure, very soon, just like any other babies, he will somehow start crying the moment he sees me step out of the home, without bringing him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad im staying home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-8266424353884905950?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8266424353884905950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8266424353884905950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8266424353884905950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/pop.html' title='P.O.P'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-5038258573739457631</id><published>2009-12-16T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T03:06:21.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby's development</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;im doin a so-called checklist as Idhan reaches mid of his 5month stage, and so far alhamdulillah, he is doin pretty well :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Idhan is rolling over from his front to the back, with a swift and precise movement.&lt;br /&gt;- He has develop a great deal of tendency to grab his toes and play with them; this action will eventually lead to putting the toes in their month, and myths says that by doin such, my baby is asking for an adik. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;- He has this remarkable ability to reach for desired object with a good aim too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;well done Idhan! mummy is so proud of u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and thanks to reading Ant's blog and her motherly research, i learnt a lot more. she has been doin the best a mum could give to her son, and yes it made me realise that creating a strong bond between me and my son at this age till he turns one, is a very important task of a mum, so as to create a sense of security and love for him. And by having my son cling on to me all times, it doesnt mean that i am not letting him be independent, instead i should treat him more like a baby, a 5mth old baby who still needs his mum and his dad, and who needs a whole lot of love to grow well and to know that he is never alone in this world. i do realise too, that Idhan really loves my company while he sleeps, he would sleep soundly for 2 hours (the least), with my arms around him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks Ant, for sharing those important facts, otherwise i will not have known so much. although i do google, i couldnt have read 1001 website views in a day, and of course, many of us would relatively share different views on parenting. im glad i found a great friend in her, and of course, im waiting for the orders, im sure hubby will be surprised. hush hush! much thanks to Shyanne too, otherwise i wouldnt have met Ant. well, no doubt, i have great, great friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to Bestie, 9 days to your solemnisation, i noe the jitters are kicking in..! weeeeeeeeee~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-5038258573739457631?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5038258573739457631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-babys-development.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5038258573739457631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5038258573739457631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-babys-development.html' title='my baby&apos;s development'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-4252543883084548400</id><published>2009-12-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:09:32.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>money money money..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a long time coming since last i went shopping for myself. i dun deny that, as a woman, naturally, one of my only hobbies, is to shop and shop. Normally after every shopping spree, as usual, i will receive a beautiful letter with many many beautiful digits. These beautiful digits to be beautifully cleared on time. hubby will seize my beautiful card and freeze it temporarily till i start whining. Bleargh. and so the decision is made, hubby is gonna give me daily allowance the moment i stay home, uwaaaaaa! someone tell me how can i get extra allowance?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work, everyone is asking me why im leaving. and they have to rub it in that i will not be able to spend much or do shopping, or even will go bonkers at home. its either a way of asking me to stay, or its just so true. and friends says they envy me for having the chance to be a sahm, i hope i will get to understand why they felt so in time to come. some of my colleagues suggested for me to get a maid, strongly OBJECTED by hubby. i didnt like the 'beautiful' idea either. i rather not have extra $$$ than having to let a maid care for my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many beautiful words. right now im missing my lil hero. he's been an amazing kid, and we just got him an F1 walker, but with the mat support below of course, before he starts bumping into the furnitures and break all the fixtures and mum will obviously nag at me for breaking her collectibles. Other than that i just bought a new carrier for him too, cos my lil boy always gets annoyed whenever i carry him in the other carrier cos he dont like being confined. Right after birth, everyone can tell that my son loves freedom. He didnt like to be swaddled up, he would sleep with arms and legs open wide, and the aunty2 will ask me the same question, " ey tak bedung anak nya?" haha. Idhan, Idhan, only ur mum knows you very well. only till recently did he learnt how to hug his bolsters and sleep to his sides, but one thing for sure, he is just like me and his dad, he doesnt sleep 'naughty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant wait to spend my time with him every day, watch his first teeth grow, hear his first words, and see his first steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A lil shoutout to a beautiful gal - "~ Happy Birthday Mok Mok! I love you love you love you! Muacks~ !!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-4252543883084548400?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/4252543883084548400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/4252543883084548400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/4252543883084548400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/money-money-money.html' title='money money money..'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-6467060637762246356</id><published>2009-12-10T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:52:36.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12 more days to go before i spend my last day in this office with all of them. its been a fun experience, especially so that i worked here during my pregnancy and all, but hubby decided that i hand in the letter to better care for our son, and for me to have less stress and more rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its gonna be a "tai-tai" kind of feeling, having to stay home and no morning and evening hour rush in the train and politics and stress in the office, i felt a lil sad to leave. All because i wont have as much allowance $$$ to spend. Lol. And prepaid card here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i be waiting to return to our own home soon in april, once the contract with our tenant cease. yay! i miss my home, that small humble home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two months to our 2nd wedding anniversary, 4 months to living on our own in our own home and 6 months to Idhan Akil's first birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-6467060637762246356?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/6467060637762246356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/ord-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6467060637762246356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/6467060637762246356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/ord-mood.html' title='ORD mood'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-2923946895770975259</id><published>2009-12-09T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:17:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.I.F.T.E.E.N days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;november and december are months full of weddings. smiles. i remembered my simple and sweet wedding last year, attended by beloved family members and friends.Im truly happy to all those who just got married, are getting married and planning to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, marriage is our last, best chance to grow up. Until we do, we will not noe wat is true responsibility, independence and sacrifices, at the same time knowing wat its like to fall in love with the same person day to day. It teaches you to be less self-centered, to accept sudden, surprising outbursts of affection, and not to be upset by a few scratches on your car. And i believe no man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century. I love being married.  It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to share a marriage quote that made me giggled, yet i thought sensible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep your marriage brimming,With love in the loving cup,Whenever you're wrong admit it;Whenever you're right shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to date, i've been hitting the wedding grounds almost every weekend since early November and im looking forward to end of december, right after Xmas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And just two nights ago, bestie celebrated her bachelorette night wit us all, dressed in black and pink. It was a night full of fun and laughter and of course, the aftermath of too much 'spicy briyani' + Coke + Raspberry + &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Green Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; + &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Barley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;for some. Grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bestie and bro Fik, are tying the knot - to u both, its just 15 days away! we're counting down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-2923946895770975259?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/2923946895770975259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/fifteen-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2923946895770975259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/2923946895770975259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/fifteen-days.html' title='F.I.F.T.E.E.N days'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-8527929094418679134</id><published>2009-12-08T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:57:11.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Beautiful Birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SyBjfjkqUQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o8-EzXNyAHo/s1600-h/my+birthday"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413436145875439874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SyBjfjkqUQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o8-EzXNyAHo/s200/my+birthday" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i turned 28 last Friday, 4th of December 2009. I cant believe age catches up on someone as quickly as the seasons change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best gift this year is the birth of my son. On my birthday night, the reminiscence of the morning i was in labour till the time my lil one decides to pop out, played in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the sweetest memory ever, to be able to have to hold that precious lil baby in my arms, and make my hubby proud to be a Father, to have a son to call his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish till the next year is for everyone to be happy and that 2010 will be a better better year for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to hubby, bestie and bro Fik, and to my lil Idhan, for the dinner, to Shasha, Adik and bestie for the pretty Esprit bag and of course, to the rest of my friends, thank you for the warm wishes. All of you filled my day with much love, and thats all i ever wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-8527929094418679134?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/8527929094418679134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-beautiful-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8527929094418679134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/8527929094418679134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-beautiful-birthday.html' title='Another Beautiful Birthday..'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SyBjfjkqUQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o8-EzXNyAHo/s72-c/my+birthday' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7621775180976920267.post-5655440862314843394</id><published>2009-11-30T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T01:07:07.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me. afresh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow decided to create a fresh blog, to write about mostly, beautiful things in my life. I hope 99% will be beautiful, insyALLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410541866273726194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SxYbKT2f3vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4GQcYY_XJCM/s200/A+-80.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wedding on 23 Feb 08. A day i thought will never come for me. But Ashraf Maricar proposed to me and we had our vows exchanged on the eve of his 27th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart flourished with happiness when i found out i was with child in april but somehow the happiness i felt was shortlived. the baby was not meant to be and we continued our lives as husband and wife for another couple of months, before i tested positive again in october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pregnancy was beautiful, apart from the first 6 weeks of morning sickness. his lil kicks, hiccups filled my days with anticipation. he arrived in this world on 01 July 2009, sharing the same birthday as my buddy and haney, and not forgetting Lady D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherhood changed me. And being parents now, ashraf and me have grown more responsible, more mature and the level of compromising and understanding between us both have risen tremendously, secured by our profound love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410543888465666514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SxYdABGoIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MZOCUGigBFE/s200/~+Our+Idhan+AkiL+~.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Idhan Akil, (means &lt;em&gt;Arrival of the Intelligent one&lt;/em&gt;) our pride and joy, turned 5 months on 01 Dec 09. Us parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles are always greeted with his wide smile at almost anytime of the day, except while he was asleep. He's learnt to do baby talks, body flips and even learnt to hold and sip from his milk bottle. Proud i am as a parent to this beautiful child. i be updating his progress now and then, his lil cute movements and chuckles is something i look forward to every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410546117477159602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SxYfBw0YUrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UyAd52EFUAo/s200/My+baby+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story will continue from here.. as the days come. For now i only have Allah swt to be grateful to, for this beautiful gift of life and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410546420877851362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SxYfTbEveuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pemVy-djUbI/s200/27112009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7621775180976920267-5655440862314843394?l=til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/feeds/5655440862314843394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-afresh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5655440862314843394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7621775180976920267/posts/default/5655440862314843394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://til-the-final-goodbye.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-afresh.html' title='me. afresh.'/><author><name>Ida Noel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15336753235665615115</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/_Y_zlXJ_SsVU/SxYbKT2f3vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4GQcYY_XJCM/s72-c/A+-80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
