<?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-7845427292620450927</id><updated>2012-02-14T21:27:35.797+08:00</updated><category term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><category term='Memoir Wo and Me'/><category term='I&apos;m Not Well'/><category term='Gadget'/><category term='Thought/Emotion'/><category term='My Heaven'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='TV/Movies/Music'/><category term='Those Moment'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Trip'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Erratic Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>305</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4101214818790469984</id><published>2012-02-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T21:27:35.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update Yang Membosankan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually I nak buat ulasan  on 54th Grammy Award yang I tengok live pagi semalam tetapi disebabkan I mengalami cir bir malam tadi, mood sudah hilang.  I know, I asyik kena aja.  I pikir-pikir apa yang I makan semalam then I realised I ate pretzel yang husband I beli kat tempat tu.  Then both of us teringat yang I dulu pernah terkena because of that pretzel, we’re totally forgot about it.  Pagi tadi husband I pulak terkena sampai lambat pegi office.  Around 10am, husband I balik rumah and hantar ubat yang dia beli kat farmasi as I don’t feel like going to the clinic sebab takut kena jangkitan flu dari pesakit lain.  You know, kalau pegi clinic mesti ada je orang sakit flu and batuk.  Dah banyak umur nie antibody dah kureng. Bila husband I balik dia tanya nak makan apa nanti dia beli but I decided masak ikan goreng je, so husband I tolong I kat dapur, siang ikan and potong sayur.  Lepas makan, I tertidur sampai petang.  Well, so far this year is not so good for me on health issue.  Bulan lepas I gastric, cir bir, bulan nie pun kena lagi, itu tak termasuk lidah I pecah and nak becakap pun macam orang pendek lidah.  Pedih tu jangan cerita la, each time I makan, air mata rasa macam nak menitik aje sebab bisa semacam.  And senggugut I sungguh sakit bulan nih.  I kan each time nak period I mesti nervous sebab takut.  I nie tak abis-abis whinning kan.  Husband I kata, it’s ok, maknanya Allah sayang kat kita kalau selalu kena sakit nie, kira macam nak ingatkan kita… Ah Ustaz Bulat kesayanganku itu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah, I tidur awal sekarang nie, pukul 1am dah masuk tidur.  I dah tak main game lagi.  Kalau I login pun I cuma spent 5 minutes aje just to check things out (yes, antara azam I tahun nie, so far so good cuma nak update blog selalu je macam kurang berjaya sebab I tak ada story and my thought seems to be so limited nowadays, tak apa Dek, at least you try).  I dah mula dapat tidur tengahari, selalunya I took a nap for about 15 minutes aje but nowdays I dapat tidur sampai 2 or 3 jam hehe…  I nak start exercise balik.  As for makan, I try to kurangkan makanan yang berminyak which is so hard since I suka makan makanan yang berminyak and goreng-goreng nie.  As for makanan berlemak I try to kurangkan sebab I ada high cholesterol.  And I cukup suka minum air yang manis-manis, kalau tak minum air manis rasa macam lemah je satu badan.  I campurkan ais so that rasa manis tu kurang sikit and I try and force myself to drink lots of plain water as much as possible, although I don’t like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway about the Grammy Award semalam, well..malas I nak buat ulasan but what I can tell you, it was not as good as the past.  Hambar je and nothing special.  And I hate Nikki Minaj punya show yang kononnya harus dinanti-nantikan.  Meluat sungguh I tengok, kekonon nak buat something different la, instead macam sial je.. (mind my curse).  It was so horrible and made me sick!  I miss past performance from previous Grammy Award yang tak over the top but still leave an impact to everybody’s watching.  Sekarang nie, artis-artis dorang nie mengharapkan image yang tah apa-apa, contoh Lady Gaga yang sungguh menjelikkan itu, suara biasa aje.  Nak compensate suara yang tak sedap la tu.  As for Adele yang menang tu, well, she deserved to win and membolot all the award, dah agak pun but entahlah… I rasa Bruno Mars patut dapat at least one award.  Persembahan yang paling best pada I semalam was Taylor Swift and Jennifer Hudson.  Taylor Swift sebab bersahaja tapi cool and tak payah nak melampau.  Jennifer Hudson tribute to Whitney Houston, oh.. sungguh merdu, mendayu membuatkan I merasa sungguh sendu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4101214818790469984?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4101214818790469984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4101214818790469984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4101214818790469984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4101214818790469984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/02/update-yang-membosankan.html' title='Update Yang Membosankan'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-238414520802696880</id><published>2012-02-12T21:31:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:47:40.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Miss Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBF1CQlv8dY/Tze9HEWPJEI/AAAAAAAABpQ/3gea0ozK-Zw/s1600/Whitney-Houston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBF1CQlv8dY/Tze9HEWPJEI/AAAAAAAABpQ/3gea0ozK-Zw/s320/Whitney-Houston.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Picture from : &lt;a href="http://www.killerhiphop.com/r-i-p-whitney-houston/"&gt;http://www.killerhiphop.com/r-i-p-whitney-houston/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was so shocked when I read in the internet/yahoo that Whitney Houston had passed away at the age of 48 today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My first thought was, ini mesti drug abuse but the reason was still unknown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I quickly sms Wo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I rasa sedih although I tak ada la minat dia mati-mati but hell! during our (me and Wo) teen’s life, her song was all around us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m going to tell you about my memories with her and how I see it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I first heard “Saving All My Love For You” when I was around 16 years old and terus I terpersona. I tak pernah dengar suara orang sesedap tu masa tu and that she can belted out suara setinggi itu was so amazing. I tengok cover album, eh, why did she look old with the make up and all. Then Wo cakap, cuba listen to her song lyric closely. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And we realised that the song was about perempuan yang ada affair dengan laki orang.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But nevertheless, we still love the song and sing it all the time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then one by one hit song from her came out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kalau pegi club lagu “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” and “How Will I Know” mesti ada, kalau DJ tak mainkan rasa macam tak kena je malam tu.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We would dance and sing to her song as loud as we can.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hari-hari kita orang pasang cassette (sadis!) dia masa tu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those years, I would read through a teen magazine about her and watched her video clip each time keluar kat tv.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Masa tu MTV etc. mana ada lagi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not to mention internet, jauh sekali.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So we got our info from the magazine or newspaper je la.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And we never miss any of Grammy Award, just to see her and all the singer/group perform during that time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I always knew that each time her name was being nominated, she will definitely win. Yang I kurang syok tu bila dia nyanyi mesti muka dia berminyak-minyak and berpeluh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spotlight kuat kot atas stage.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then, there were one gossip saying that before she was married to Bobby Brown, Bobby was Janet Jackson’s boyfriend and that Janet nie cakap kat Whitney yang Bobby sure tak terpikat kat dia since dia tak pandai menari.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then I dengar/baca Whitney nie dah diva-diva, macam-macam demand la.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So berbagai-bagai gossip dan version keluar pasal dia. Bila dia kahwin dengan Bobby Brown, music industry kat sana kata she make a big mistake sebab Bobby nie wild and out of control. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I remember, there was one time I went out with my husband (masa tu we are still friend and belum jadi boyfriend lagi).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were at one of a karaoke center.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Masa tu karaoke belum ada bilik lagi and it was lika a stage where everybody can see you macam audience. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And we were so fed up listening to the amoi-amoi monopoly the stage and syok sendiri nyanyi lagu china dorang yang tak habis-habis tu. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So I got up of my seat, when to the stage and requested to sing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When it was my turn, I chose Whitney’s “Greatest Love of All”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Habis nyanyi, husband I, the loudest one to clapped his hand and I’m the only one who sang an English song.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went back right after that and when we were in the car, husband I cakap, wow, sedapnya suara I, ayat Casanova la tu.. Mana ada sedap, I nyanyi ikut I punya key yang langsung tak tinggi wakaka…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FAwyvCfVUM/TzfAR11ioSI/AAAAAAAABpo/9BV4H4_RTu8/s1600/1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FAwyvCfVUM/TzfAR11ioSI/AAAAAAAABpo/9BV4H4_RTu8/s320/1_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(some of my collection album of hers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then bila filem dia “The Bodyguard” with Kevin Costner (a hot actor during that time), I baru kahwin masa tu and watched it with my husband kat laser disc yang sebesar piring hitam masa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I was surprised that she can act very well. To me, this movie is a success and my favourite all time movie. Ditambah dengan lagu-lagu yang sungguh menarik and right after watching the movie we went out to buy the soundtrack of the cassette (sadis lagi!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bila I nak bersenam aerobic masa tu, I akan pasang lagu “Queen Of The Night or “I’m Your Baby Tonight” or kalau I rasa touching I akan dengar lagu “I Have Nothing” hehehe… uish jangan gelak wakaka…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Over the years macam-macam kisah pasal dia abuse drug or that dia berperangai macam-macam yang I dengar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kena pukul, gaduh-gaduh and berbaik balik dengan laki dia la, pegi rehab la.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There was a few times that I saw dia nyanyi with a raspy voice and that dia nyanyi tak sampai and tak dapat tarik lagu tinggi-tinggi.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt bad for her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When, she make a come back, I wish this time dia tak akan buat hal lagi kan sebab sayang suara dia sungguh sedap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I never lost hope that she will recover.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Rugi betul because she has an amazing voice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The last time I saw her was when she was being interviewed and guest at Oprah’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And the last time I tengok dia nyanyi live was when she was at The X-Factor UK (Season 6) on which baju dia ada malfunction and terbukak kat belakang……. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh antara video clip yang paling I suka sekali ialah Exhale (Shoop Shoop).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She looks so happy and fresh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I love the movie too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m so glad that I still have a few of her album and my precious one is Whitney Houston : The Greatest Hits that I bought more than 10 years ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tiba-tiba hati I menjadi hiba… she was part of my memories after all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Rest in peace Miss Houston, I hope you will finally find your peace..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-238414520802696880?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/238414520802696880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=238414520802696880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/238414520802696880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/238414520802696880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-miss-houston.html' title='Goodbye Miss Houston'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBF1CQlv8dY/Tze9HEWPJEI/AAAAAAAABpQ/3gea0ozK-Zw/s72-c/Whitney-Houston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4766543143377137021</id><published>2012-02-09T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:58:58.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Keturunan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masa I belajar menjahit dulu-dulu I kan mix around and met with&amp;nbsp;all kind of people, jadi rapat and ofcourse, we started to share and trade story about our personal life etc.  I pernah cerita pasal hantu yang dorang cerita kat I dulu but I think the story that I’m about to tell you is something I rasa… I tak pernah cerita kot?  Kalau I pernah cerita, buat-buat la macam I tak pernah cerita okay…hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam nie, tadi tiba-tiba I teringat balik akan benda yang one of my ex menjahit mate told me/us and so I decided I should blog about it since I malas sangat nak cerita benda lain especially pasal movie or series yang I tengok.  I dah type halfway but I biarkan begantungan je, nanti la kalau I rajin, I will pick up from where I left it.   Anyway, back to the story that I’m about to tell you.  This ex menjahit mate of mind is a Syarifah/Sharifah/Syed but I don’t want to tell you her real or full name as it is not appropriate of me to do so.  Mula-mula tu kita orang cerita pasal macam mana kisah mula-mula kahwin and how penerimaan from the parents and saudara mara. I think I tak banyak bagi input pasal mine as I like to listen to theirs.  So ex mate nie cerita macam mana parents especially nenek dia tak suka akan bakal husband dia sebab bukan dari&amp;nbsp;keturunan Syarifah/Syed nih.  Nenek dia kata kalau bukan Syed dia tak nak kasi harta etc.  Mak dia kata kalau nak kahwin mesti yang berpangkat etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syarifah nie cakap sedara mara dorang semua tak suka kat dia and her family because of this.  Macam-macam la pekara yang berlaku and how dorang nie di singkirkan when they attended the kenduri-kendara etc.   I dengar macam tak percaya je, but I’m sure not everybody yang keturunan Syarifah/Syed nih macam tu kan.  It is so happened that berlaku kat keluarga/sedara mara dorang.&amp;nbsp; I tanya dia, betul ke orang yang keturunan Syarifah/Syed nie tak boleh terima zakat, sebab I teringat husband I bagitau kat I dulu, dorang nie is a direct descendant of Nabi Muhammad S.AW., Syarifah kata memang betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dia cerita macam-macam pasal penolakkan dan cinta terhalang keluarga-keluarga dorang yang tak setuju anak-anak dorang kahwin dengan orang yang bukan keturunan yang sama dengan dorang.  Dia cerita ada one of her cousin nie fall in love with a non Syarifah/Syed but she was so worried that her parents will not agreed as they had warned her before about it.  Tapi disebabkan perasaan cinta gelora jiwa dan terukir di bintang (eh mana datang yuna nih ekeke..),  maka si teruna itu telah berkomplot dengan daranya untuk menukar nama dengan menambahkan Syed di awalan namanya untuk membolehkan mereka berdua disatukan.  Kiranya kalau nama dia Shahrizal jadi Syed Jaszle la kan (sekadar memberi contoh wakaka…).  Masa nikah tu Shahrizal nie pun guna nama Syed Jaszle but lepas nikah je Shahrizal or Syed Jaszle nie jadi gila.  A few of us tekejut dengar cerita Syarifah nie kan sebab tak pernah dengar kejadian macam nie.  The way Syarifah nie cakap, kira macam tak boleh main-main la dengan keturunan dorang kan. Then Syarifah sambung lagi, lepas cousin dia bercerai dengan Sharizal/Syed Jaszle nie, baru la mamat tu kembali normal and tak gila lagi.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah, I cerita kat husband I pasal kisah yang Syarifah nie cerita.  Husband I kata, ah mengarut la, it is not because of dorang nie keturunan Syarifah atau Syed si Sharizal/Syed Jaszle jadi macam tu but because pekara nikah nie mana boleh main-main/tipu-tipu and senang-senang nak tukar nama just because you want to get married.&amp;nbsp; Nikah is a religion thing.&amp;nbsp; Memang tak boleh la kan, contohnya kalau I couple dengan Remy Ishak (wakaka..), bila nak nikah je tiba-tiba darling Remy  tukar nama kepada Bront Palare (sambil menjeling Zue), hah sapa nak jawab nie kui kui kui….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Syarifah is a very sweet and nice young&amp;nbsp;lady. I miss talking and listening to her story.  Berapa orang anak Syah sekarang eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nama-nama yang digunakan di atas tiada kena mengena dengan yang hidup atau yang telah tiada, jika ianya berlaku, anggaplah ianya hanya satu kebetulan sahaja)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4766543143377137021?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4766543143377137021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4766543143377137021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4766543143377137021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4766543143377137021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/02/keturunan.html' title='Keturunan'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2815686728083962455</id><published>2012-02-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T23:15:15.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Oh tidakk.....only 6 entry for last month??&amp;nbsp; Nampak sangat tak ada story kan hehehe...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari nie Hari Wilayah and guess what?  My husband didn’t know and he went to “work” just now hahahaha..  I pun tak tau, bila I bangun I baca-baca internet and I quickly sms husband I.  Around 10.30am he came back dengan membimbit bungkusan roti canai and roti telur.  Tengok dia masuk je terus I gelakkan dia.  I asked him, how did he finally know that it is a holiday, dia cakap dia tengok eh, kenapa sunyi je jalan and sampai kat parking space kat office dia hairan tengok lapang je, tak ada orang hahahaha… I kata rugikan, dia kata, ah tak ada la.  As usual, dengan berseluar short, sibuk la dia bukak hidangan breakfrast kegemaran dia itu.  Husband I makan, dua roti telur and satu roti canai.  Tak lama kemudian dia masuk bilik and katanya nak tidur 5 minit je.  Yela tu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, semalam husband I buat I tak terkata bila, around 6pm, dia teringin nak makan cornflakes with milk.  Orang makan untuk breakfast dia makan petang.  Then dia panaskan I mee kolok yang dia beli kat Pavilion.  I tak nak makan that early but husband I pujuk suruh makan jugak.  Tengah-tengah makan, husband I cakap, eh tak sedap la yang kecik-kecik yang dia campur dengan cornflakes dalam mangkuk dia.  I tanya apa yang kecik kecik dia letak, dia tunjukkan kat kitchen counter.  I masih tak faham, I tanya, what do you mean and what did you put.  Bila I pegi dekat-dekat, I tanya dia balik, “you letak quacker oat ke”?  Ah’ ha kot.. Laa.. I kata quacker oat makan dengan air susu panas not susu sejuk macam you makan cornflakes ke honeystar ke.  Husband I kata, ye ke dia tak tau… I tanya, dia tak pernah makan quacker oat ke? Dia kata dia tak ingat.  And then, he did the unthinkable, dia masukkan mangkuk berisi conflakes and quacker oat ke dalam microwave oven untuk dipanaskan.  I just look at him with a shocked.  I am speechless.  I tak tau nak gelakkan dia or nak marah dia or entah.  Yang pasti I terkedu…  I’m not saying my husband is not good or anything because he is a genious in mathematic, economics and a very wise man but when it comes to a simple thing like this, his way of understanding is aaaa.. weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok for example, one day tu both of us tengah shopping and tengok-tengok barang.  I stop at the other place and he was not far from me looking for other stuff.  He carried a few plastic bags sebab dia tak mau I pegang apa-apa, dia kata a true man wouldn’t let his wife/girlfriend carry anything unless tak cukup tangan.  Husband I seorang yang gentlemen and perasan macho.  Tengah I belek-belek something, I look at him and I was shocked that instead of putting the plastic bags down, dia kepit kat celah kangkang dia.  I rasa macam malu je but at the same time I sengih sorang-sorang.  I pegi kat dia, I kata what is wrong with you?  Why did you stick it in between your leg?  Dia kata, tak ada tempat nak letak, I kata letak la kat bawah ke, dia kata takut lupa.  I suggested kepit la kat ketiak ke or sangkut kat lengan dia.  Husband I kata, ah itu macam style girls aje, sissy la konon kan.  I terus tarik and terbukak celah kangkang dia kejap.  Oh My God, my husband never fail to amuse me hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2815686728083962455?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2815686728083962455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2815686728083962455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2815686728083962455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2815686728083962455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3767905885389314938</id><published>2012-01-27T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:16:06.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Satu Malam Perawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNVYoNecalY/TyJonjl7PdI/AAAAAAAABpI/q9WCpOH5sMo/s1600/satu-malam-perawan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNVYoNecalY/TyJonjl7PdI/AAAAAAAABpI/q9WCpOH5sMo/s320/satu-malam-perawan.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These past weeks perut I rasa tak sedap.  Kena cir bir la, gastric la, bloated la.. macam-macam.  And hari nie baru sejam lepas lunch tiba-tiba I sendawa angin and perut meletup-letup mintak diisi.  I masak nasi ayam hari nie and boleh tahan jugak I makan lunch tadi but why am I still hungry?  What the heck?  Then I makan two pieces of kellog’s bar and lapar lagi and currently I sedang makan four pieces of Jacob’s.  And yes, I still lapar.  Oh my God, adakah aku sebenarnya keturunan pelahap? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malam tadi lepas makan, perut I rasa kembung-kembung je, I makan actal dua biji and decided to watch Astro je, selalunya I jarang tengok tv and only watched what I DL je.  But since mood tak ada and I tak mau stress, I flipped through je the channel.  (Sebenarnya I ingat ada cerita hantu mak limah ke pak limah shown last nite, tak ada la I nak tengok sangat but orang kata cerita kelakar but I didn’t tell my husband of my real reason to watch Astro Ria nie sebab I malas nak dengar bising-bising kutuk-kutuk cerita but really I memang tak ada mood sebab perut I kembung).  Huii..panjangnya explanation kan…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So tepat pukul 9pm kat Astro Ria, keluar cerita, title Satu Malam Perawan.  Dalam hati I kata ah sudah, nie mesti another stupid hantu punya cerita.  But I told myself, ahh.. layan je la, kalau tak best tengok je cerita Nat Geo ke Discovery ke.  Keluar-keluar je muka Diana Dianelle and Erin Malik jalan-jalan on the way nak balik rumah.  I decided, tengok je la, mesti best kalau ada Diana or DD nie belakon sebab I pernah tengok dia belakon kat one of the telefilem before and she was quite good.  Sesambil tu nama-nama pelakon yang keluar si busuk Sheila Rusly pun ada ehehe.. and offcourse telefilem terbitan dia. Kalau korang nak tau kenapa I panggil busuk, sebab dia kata busuk kat Raja Lawak 6 which memang tersangatlah busuknya persembahan dorang nie sampai I nak blog pasal RL6 nie pun tak jadi (maybe tomorrow after I watch it tonight kot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my story, masa Aisyah (Diana) and Mira (Erin) on the way nak balik, tiba-tiba ada van berenti dengan sorang kakak bertudung pelesu kekonon (Anne Abdullah), tanya direction, tak semena-mena dua orang penyangak keluar and tangkap dua remaja nie.  I yang macam tak ada mood tengok terus duduk tegak.  Oh I tengok kat bilik atas katil, husband I kata I duduk first class, husband I duduk kat bawah sebab dia tengah download some software on his new laptop, mula-mula dia kat luar tapi bila tengok I masuk bilik, dia pun ikut.  Mana boleh jauh maa.. rinduu ekeke… Husband I kata dia duduk kat third class sebab duduk kat bawah.  Seperti biasa husband I tak berbaju dan cuma bercelana short miskin dia.  I cakap dalam hati, nie kalau bentang suratkhabar kat depan dia and baling dua tiga posen mesti macam gaya-gaya orang yang duduk kat jenjatas penyambung jalan kat Lot10 and Sg Wang tu ehehe.. jahat I kan..   Tapi sure, pendapatan beliau tak banyak memandangkan bentuk badannya yang sangat mongel itu wakaka…  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again back to my story, lepas kena kidnapped, bermula la penderitaan Aisyah and Mira, especially Aisyah la.  Oh, I tak pernah tengok cerita or telefilem yang paling sengsara dalam sejarah I tengok telefilem nie.  Pada I telefilem Satu Malam Perawan nie lebih teruk dari cerita Air Mata Nur Salina, lakonan Umi Aida and Remy Ishak (si tampan itu) dulu.  Cerita nie sangat sedih, I tak tahan tengok Diana nie belakon, watak dia sungguh hidup and 99% of the story nie asyik dia and mak Aisyah (Wan Nor Azlin) menangis aje.  Tapikan I tak menangis cuma I rasa sangat hiba aje. Namun sungguh sayu and menyayat hati, memang remuk hati I tengok..huhuhu…  I rasa macam nak cekik-cekik je penyangak-penyangak and Kak Nona (Sheila Rusly) tu.  Tiap kali muka dia and geng-geng keparat dia keluar I menyumpah seranah ooo… that is how geram I nengok dorang nie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kesian tengok Mira mati lepas kena rogol dengan dua bangsat tu and mayat dia dorang baling kat lorong.  Husband I kata, kenapa la Mira nie tak jadi hantu.  I kata kat husband I, you nie mengarut la.  Orang or mayat tak jadi hantu, itu setan yang jadi hantu (eh, ye ke?).  And then Aisyah nie pun kena jual macam binatang je kat Kak Nona for RM10,000.00.  Kesiannya tengok dia kena main for the first time. I rasa sangat sedih tengok dia sedih.  Lakonan minah nie memang best giler.  I rasa bersalah pun ada tengok cerita nie sebab kisahnya memaparkan kisah yang merana.  It is like you are eagaer to see something that is bad right in front of you and you couldn’t do anything about it.  Kesian mak bapak dorang tunggu anak dorang yang entah kat mana kan.. Imagine penat-penat mak bapak besarkan dengan penuh kasih sayang dan harapan and then senang-senang je pelesit-pelesit sialan nie pegi kebas anak orang and jadikan bahan dagangan (terus I teringatkan anak-anak buah, cousin or cucu-cucu sedara I. Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku lindungi la keluarga kami). Habis masa depan budak tu and not to mention their selfbeing.  Patutnya hantu-hantu nie bagi hukuman mati je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila Kak Nona discussed dengan doctor yang suggest boleh jahit balik anu untuk mengembalikan keperawanannya, tak terkata I betapa kejamnya dorang nih.  Especially Kak Nona yang sungguh evil witch itu.  Dengan mata-mata dan lenggokan suaranya yang lembut tapi penuh kejahatanya itu… membuatkan nafas I turun naik. I rasa sungguh sayu part Aisyah nie merayu-rayu cakap dia tak nak layan bangkai-bangkai jantan cabaret nie huhuhu… or that dia kesakitan lepas kena project or dia merayu-rayu nak balik..kesian dia...  Lakonan dia sungguh realistic.  I jatuh kesian yang amat kat dia.  Kalau ada depan I, memang I peluk Aisyah nie (haiyaa kakak emosi maaa…).  Penonton kelas tiga pun sempat la jugak menyampuk-nyampuk dan menyumpah macam I la jugak sepanjang cerita nie.  Towards the end of the story where Aisyah for the first time keluar lepas kena kurung kat bilik (on the way nak layan omputih kat hotel mewah) and dia sedut udara malam, oh.. senyuman dia sungguh mempersonakan membuatkan orang suruhan Kak Nona terkesima and terjatuh hati kat dia.  Tapi di balik senyuman dia ada riak mintak simpati yang terserlah secara halus.  I rasa macam nak meraung je masa tu (melampau kau Dek hehe..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas dia layan omputih tu kat hotel, senyap-senyap dia meyusup keluar and ikut tangga exit.  Si jantan cabaret orang suruhan Kak Nona nie pun ternampak.  Dia kejar Aisyah yang belari-lari sambil menjerit-jerit and kebetulan di dengari oleh dua security guard tengah borak-borak buat rondaan kat parking lot.  Orang suruhan Kak Nona nie bila nampak Aisyah, terus di tembaknya and dua security guard nie pun pegi kat tempat tu and orang suruhan Kak Nona nie pun sedih sebab dah jatuh kasih kat Aisyah and rasa bersalah terus tembak kepala dia sendiri dengan di saksikan oleh dua security guard yang mengacukan pistol kat dia.  Husband I tanya, security guard ada pistol ke.  I kata, kat cerita nie ada.  Kesian kesudahannya, Aisyah mati lepas hidup sengsara bak dalam neraka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over all telefilem nie memang sungguh tragis dan sangat-sangat menyedihkan pada pandangan I.  Tak tau la orang lain macam mana kan.  That is why I have to blog this story.  Semua pelakon memang berjaya melakonkan dan menghidupkan watak, salute kat dorang especially Diana Danielle and Wan Nor Azlin yang rindu sampai cium-cium baju anak dia huhuhu… So far for this year, this is the most sadistic telefilem that I’ve watched.  Oh part paling tak kena pada I, part bapak Aisyah (Razak Ahmad), tiap kali cerita pegi or focus kat dia, tak banyak or tak ada movement langsung, selain dari dia duduk kat kerusi borak-borak dengan mak Aisyah and pakai baju baru, terang benderang, silau mata I wakaka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rasa this is the most emotional story that I ever blog/written hahaha… or I yang tak nak stress terus stress giler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please note that : I baca kat blog lain pasal promo cerita nie, dorang kat nama Kak Nona is Kak Nora, heh! Manade and then cakap Aisyah berjaya di selamatkan and mati kat hospital, it was so obvious Aisyah melarikan diri, bukan diselamatkan and mati kat parking lot dengan kepala bedarah and mayat dia kaku, orang suruhan Kak Nona tu mati sebab tembak kepala dia sendiri dan mayat dia bersebelahan dengan mayat Aisyah bukan security guard yang tembak.  Mira is not Aisyah’s sister, it was obvious in the story that Mira ada mak bapak dia sendiri. And the reason why I tak tulis nama orang suruhan Kak Nona sebab I tak perasan nama dia siapa and I don’t want to simply write aje his name which is Badang according tu some of the promo on their blog.  I write as I see it and not base on assumption on this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3767905885389314938?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3767905885389314938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3767905885389314938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3767905885389314938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3767905885389314938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/satu-malam-perawan.html' title='Satu Malam Perawan'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wNVYoNecalY/TyJonjl7PdI/AAAAAAAABpI/q9WCpOH5sMo/s72-c/satu-malam-perawan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5333174275819432659</id><published>2012-01-20T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:39:49.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Miss Miss Miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uXjyUyhGkw/TxkIhCGoPSI/AAAAAAAABo8/ssEsFTQSKWQ/s1600/89610142-miss-america.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uXjyUyhGkw/TxkIhCGoPSI/AAAAAAAABo8/ssEsFTQSKWQ/s400/89610142-miss-america.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(picture from &lt;a href="http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/11300902-miss-america-2012-laura-kaeppeler-exclusive-photos"&gt;ttp://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/11300902-miss-america-2012-laura-kaeppeler-exclusive-photos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Habis mascara kat mata I, nyesal I nangis-nangis happy tau...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, I decided to watched Miss America 2012 that I DL earlier on.  I kan sebenarnya sangat suka tengok Miss Miss nih, especially Miss World and Miss Universe.  Miss Miss kat Malaysia nie I tak suka tengok sebab tak banyak variety and not exciting at all, well in my opinion.  Kepada Miss Miss yang terbaca tulisan I nie jangan la sentap yeaa…terima je la hakikat.  Sometime I wish bangsa melayu kat Malaysia nie boleh join sekali, I know, I know it is against our religion but I’m just saying that I teringin nak tengok wajah-wajah yang pure dan natural beauty gadis melayu, pribumi Sarawakian and Sabahan, tapi kurang participation dari dorang (yang bukan Islam).  Asyik-asyik rupa lebih kurang aje don’t get me wrong but like I said, tak ada variety and that is the main reason why I tak berminat nak tengok or nak tau pasal Miss Miss Malaysia nih.  I know beauty is not only dari segi luaran aje but dari segi dalaman, pengetahuan am i.e. brain, their vision and how they portray themselves untuk menjadi ambassador to the country. But each time, I tengok Miss World or Miss Universe, I mesti excited nak tau rupa baju tradisional Miss Malaysia and offcourse I support 100% Miss Malaysia kalau dorang join that big event.  And deep down in my heart I wish Malaysia would win someday… who knows…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I’m one of a million fan of Miss Miss nie, dari kecik lagi for as long as I can remember I memang suka tengok.  And I selalu berangan I’m one of them kan..alahai (sambil memandang ke atas).  Kalau bab perasan, serah je kat I haha…  Like I said, a few nights ago I decided to watch it.  I’m not a big fan of Miss America Beauty Pageant nie but the main reason why I nak tengok was because, I suka tengok betapa overconfident nya dorang-dorang nie.  And not to mention how they can be so perasan bagus.  Husband I pun join sekali sambil surfing the net.  Bila keluar sorang-sorang, (kebanyakkannya, tak semua yea…) kurang menarik, rupa macam umur 30 tahun ke atas and separuh tu macam mak mak je.  I’m not saying korang (termasuk I) yang berumur or level mak mak nie tak lawa but I’m talking about aging wise.  Kata umur 19 or 20 tapi nampak oldies je.  Husband I cakap, dorang nie kecik-kecik dah abuse themselves.  I kata, tak semua macam tu.  In fact, they must have groom themselves for this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sibuk la I mengutuk kiri kanan dorang-dorang nie (macam la diri sendiri ini secantik Angie Jolie, iras Eva Longoria pun tarak tapi tetap la nak mengkritik kan…).  Bila I kutuk-kutuk dorang nie, mamat sebelah pun siap la puji I, dia kata tak ada yang setanding akan kecantikan I (uweek..).  Husband I tambah lagi, dia kata, I nie sebenarnya memang bidadari jelita turun dari syurga..wakaka..seriously, ada rasa macam masam-masam je kat tekak I adeeihhai, husband I nie. Bila I cakap wah, cantiknya rambut dorang, husband I cakap I punya lagi cantik, bila I cakap wah..lawanya body dorang, husband  I kata, mana boleh lawan yang kat rumah nie sambil point kat I.. Oh God ! Husband I nie memang tau, bini dia aje la yang the best wakaka.. I don’t understand my husband sometime and I was wondering what did he sees in me that makes him think I nie sangat la gorgeous nya?  Kalau nak kata cinta mati kat I, I pun cinta mati kat dia jugak but that doesn’t blinded my eyes into seeing that his belly is still montel or his pipi is still setembam kuih apam kan? Wakaka.. jahat I, tak baik kutuk laki… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, back to my Miss America 2012 story.  Like I said, their level of confident is sangat la tinggi but I guess, that is how they have been brought up.  Which is good but husband I cakap, biasalah dorang nie. But pelik la this year sebabkan yang terpilih nie kena tunjuk talent masing-masing.  Macam talent show pun ada jugak.  One contestant main classical piano, one menari ala-ala Irish yang river dance tu, two of them menari ballet, two of them nyanyi Opera song, tone Soprano and one nyanyi lagu Disney theme.  All of them sungguh fantastic and sungguh awesome.  But two yang menari contemporary dance tu, hmm..baik la tak payah because I saw yang lebih baik lagi even for the standard of audition such as SYTYCD.  Nevertheless, it was an exciting event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the part yang paling I nanti-nantikan was ofcourse, question from the judges.  Ah..my favourite part.  I was impressed with their answer, rata-rata dapat jawap soalan dengan sungguh excellent with no hesitation.  Kalau la I di beri soalan-soalan macam tu, for sure I akan tergagap or mintak ulang balik. Anyway, I can’t wait to see Miss Miss World or Miss Universe nie nanti and buat Miss America dan Miss Miss lain kat dunia nie you guys pasti ngeri dengan kejelitaan / kecantikkan / keanggunan / kepintaran Miss Miss Latino or Miss Miss dari South America ini nanti Oleeee….. Holaa… (sambil melambaikan tangan gaya Miss Miss…hehe..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5333174275819432659?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5333174275819432659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5333174275819432659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5333174275819432659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5333174275819432659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-miss-miss.html' title='Miss Miss Miss...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uXjyUyhGkw/TxkIhCGoPSI/AAAAAAAABo8/ssEsFTQSKWQ/s72-c/89610142-miss-america.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8361298325697313591</id><published>2012-01-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:26:22.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update (yang dah basi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcidR3lDI6o/TxfAHR2g5ZI/AAAAAAAABno/AHcUzbmTkv8/s1600/pavi7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcidR3lDI6o/TxfAHR2g5ZI/AAAAAAAABno/AHcUzbmTkv8/s400/pavi7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Anak dara siapa yang menyelit kat situ eh? hehehe..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello… Malasnya nak update blog namun ku gagahi jua…. azam azammmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Saturday, both of us went to Pavillion to take a picture of United Buddy Bears that is being display right now until 15th February.  The weather was sultry hot and there were a lot of people/tourist snapping around too.  Kadang-kadang I rasa sangat bosan dan tak larat menunggu bila la dorang nie nak abis bagi pose pose bitch peace nya itu hehehe… sebabkan I pun nak la jugak ambik gambar-gambar bear perut bulat montel which remind me of “you know who” hehe..    Bear punya la banyak sampai naik malas I nak ambik each of them.  Lastly I snapped randomly aje, which yang I feel menarik.  The main thing I couldn’t stand the sweating and like I said earlier weather yang sangat panas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocSYV_03tWE/TxfAd-7PopI/AAAAAAAABoA/hBdxkMMXx6U/s1600/pavi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ocSYV_03tWE/TxfAd-7PopI/AAAAAAAABoA/hBdxkMMXx6U/s400/pavi1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Ini Malaysia punya bear, Imuda lukis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas sibuk-sibuk ambik gambar, we decided to go to the top floor of Pavillion yang ada pasal kedai-kedai yang menjual barangan and makanan Jepun.  But before heading there, we took a break and went to have our gelato. Anyway,  dorang buat macam structure kedai Jepun jugak which is nice.  Tapi tak banyak sangat la.  I only took a few pics.  Husband I as usual, sibuk la nak ambik gambar I but since my bibir masih ada kesan pecah and tak baik-baik lagi which look like a tahi lalat hidup so I’m not too keen nak pose pose kat dia.  We bought a few stuff kat kedai Jepun yang jual semua barangan dalam kedai yang bernilai RM5.00 which was worth it.  Tak kira la barang apa sekalipun semuanya RM5.00 cool kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LkQIddsQr4/TxfAl_J4KII/AAAAAAAABoM/4Hr6YxU5Y1Y/s1600/pavi2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LkQIddsQr4/TxfAl_J4KII/AAAAAAAABoM/4Hr6YxU5Y1Y/s400/pavi2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Some of The United Buddy Bears)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we went to Times, which is a must for me since I nie kan pembaca buku yang tegar forever.  Oh, I just finished my first book for this year about a week ago, horay!  And I’m starting a new one right after that.  Seriously people, please please read a book, walau satu page, jadilah.  And baca la buku yang boleh menambahkan minda and bukan buku atau novel yang asyik-asyik pasal kecewa cinta on which you know beforehand what is the ending or what is going to happened next.  Anyway, I found one book that I’ve been looking for since about two, three weeks ago, yep the author John Perkins.  This new one that I bought is sort of a continuation from his last book that I’d read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLm75uVRNIE/TxfAsrsQ7OI/AAAAAAAABoY/xYTt6Fl23F4/s1600/pavi4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLm75uVRNIE/TxfAsrsQ7OI/AAAAAAAABoY/xYTt6Fl23F4/s400/pavi4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tokyo Street at the Pavillion, Top Level)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we walked around for a while and as usual, dah tua-tua nie, both of us dah rasa penat and out of breath hehe…nyampah I.  We decided to have our late lunch.  We don’t know what to eat and what is best kat Pavillion foodcourt nie, sebab semuanya rasa macam just allright je.  While browsing around, I was surprised to see the food yang I rindui sekian lama ada di depan mata.  I was so happy and excited.  Yeah, remember my Mee Kolok? They sell it there…   Apalagi I terus order.  Dalam hati, sedap ke tak but it’s ok la janji I dapat rasa.  Mee Kolok nie is one of the dishes yang famous kat Sarawak (selain dari Laksa Sarawak yang sungguh yummy itu), kalau kat sini orang panggil Wantan Dry Noodle.  Yang peliknya masa kat Sarawak, tak ada la pulak I teringin nak makan and rasanya sekali dua je I pernah makan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNR0dodKzk8/TxfAy0zYkRI/AAAAAAAABok/zN-BUCSC6YE/s1600/pavi6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UNR0dodKzk8/TxfAy0zYkRI/AAAAAAAABok/zN-BUCSC6YE/s400/pavi6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Laksa Sarawak and Mee Kolok)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum I rasa, I took a few snaps for this blog, orang keliling asyik pandang-pandang aje, especially family kat meja sebelah.  Yela kan.. I ambik gambar siap bediri-diri, senget kiri, senget kanan. But do I care with their stare? Not at all.  I think as we grow older our level of maturity and confident is quite high.  Kalau masa muda-muda dulu, alahai, semua benda malu, orang pandang sikit muka dah blushing and rasa macam nak nyorok je, sekarang nie pandang la seratus kali, I buat derk je…  Oh btw, husband I order Laksa Sarawak, bila I tasted sikit, sungguh tidak menepati selera both of us.  Husband I kata, kalau I masak huii.. memang tak boleh compare akan keenakkannya, yela tu.. Nanti la kalau I balik Sarawak I akan beli rempah laksa nie banyak-banyak.  Then I rasa Mee Kolok yang I order.  Oh, walaupun tak ada la sedap gila but still sedap and I am so so so so happy.  I told my husband, nanti you balik kerja boleh la you singgah and belikan I, siap remind lagi, punya la tamak, padahal tengah makan masa tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lepas makan, we decided that it is time for us to head home.  On the way back, we stopped at the supermarket to do some quick shopping buying groceries stuff.  Malam tu around 9.30pm, tiba-tiba husband I kelaparan.  So we went out again and had our dinner nearby.  We didn’t enjoy our dinner though sebab tak sedap, especially the steak that my husband ordered.  But it is rather to have something to eat than not at all…. kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8361298325697313591?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8361298325697313591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8361298325697313591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8361298325697313591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8361298325697313591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-update-yang-dah-basi.html' title='Weekend Update (yang dah basi)'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fcidR3lDI6o/TxfAHR2g5ZI/AAAAAAAABno/AHcUzbmTkv8/s72-c/pavi7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4725555348754578318</id><published>2012-01-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:01:22.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To You, Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday to Dear Husband, Happy Birthday To You…  Yes today is my husband’s birthday.  He’s getting older and so am I.  Suck kan!  Hari nie husband I saje cuti since I told him, it is his most important day of his life and he should take a leave.  Banyak plan kita orang today but everything cancelled because pagi-pagi lagi perut I rasa sebu and I termuntah-muntah and no I’m not pregnant.  Actually, malam tadi after solat maghrib both of us went to TGIF and when we requested for ribs yang nampak sungguh juicy kat menu, we were told that they were out of stock and on the 18th baru ada.  And then when I requested for other type of ribs on the other menu, the waitress cakap nanti dia tanya kat kitchen, when she came back she told me ada pula ribs (pelikkan?).  But husband I cakap, it’s ok and that we should go elsewhere. Then we went to Tony Roma’s at Pavillion and had a wonderful dinner celebration there.  Lepas makan, jalan-jalan kejap kat atas but sekejap aje sebab it was time to close.  And we promised to each other that we will come again and make sure to come early so that we wouldn’t be in a rush.  Husband I pulak, kejap-kejap ajak tengok wayang. I kata nanti la, I ngantuk la… sian dia.  But I will agree eventually but malam tadi I malas and nak tengok wayang kena ikut mood jugak.  But bersedia la dengar husband I complaint pasal lanun-lanun yang bising nanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, today, we didn’t go anywhere, like I said, perut I sebu and termuntah-muntah, habis semua ribs I tekeluar balik pagi tadi. Pagi tu I wish and nyanyikan husband I lagi sekali but this time I ikut versi dan slang zaman filem black and white ala ala Latifah Omar, Selamat Hari Jadi..wakaka.. tersengih-sengih husband I. Hari nie sampai ke malam I rasa I nyanyikan husband I dekat 50 kali hahaha.. bila dia pandang I je, mula la I nyanyi kat dia wakaka.. I told my husband I don’t want to go out today and said sorry profusely.  Dia kata it’s ok, we can always go out some other time and beside, his birthday is not that important.  Eh, I kata sangat penting because he is so special in my life…hehe jiwang. I feel bad for not buying any present for him. I told him I tak dapat belikan dia hadiah because he is always around me and he said, it’s ok because I nie la hadiah dia.. adehh..ayat hero telefilem I nih.  Like I said, it is not that I don’t want but he is constantly around me.  He wouldn’t let me out of my own.  Kalau nak keluar kena tunggu dia and kalau nak berjalan-jalan mesti dia ada kat sebelah.  So susah la I nak buat surprise atau apa-apa kan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband is not the type yang control.  I understand why he did what he did, it is his responsibility and I don’t mind this kind of arrangement at all since I pun malas nak jalan sorang-sorang.  Even kalau I buat appointment nak jumpa kawan I, my husband will send me to the place that I and my friend plan nak jumpa.  And he would called me up every ½ hour.  I have to stop in a middle of a conversation, just to answer his call.  And we will go out from his office early and wait at a certain spot where he can see me and I can see him.  I know it is kind of too much in your opinion but I’m used to it and yeah, that is how overprotective he is.  So I decided that I don’t want to meet up with my friend anymore as I don’t want him to be worried and that he can’t concentrate on his job.  Mula-mula dulu I pelik jugak and I thought he was too much but I keep it to myself, I never told him how I felt.   After I’ve been doing a lot of thinking/analysing, I realised and saw how his late father treated him and the rest of the family.  He is just a caring husband and worried for my safety.  There is no reason why I should nak memberontak or against him.    But the bad side is, I’m not independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, today I masak and both of us just melepak-lepak kat rumah aje.  It is a wonderful day of resting and relaxing.  Again, Happy Birthday To You Darling, I malas nak buat ucapan or bersalahsilah panjang-panjang.  But my wish for you my husband yang sungguh wonderful, amazing, awesome and fantastic, may you sentiasa happy, umur panjang, sentiasa dalam keadaan sihat, sentiasa dilindungi Allah and mudah-mudahan you masuk syurga.  Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4725555348754578318?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4725555348754578318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4725555348754578318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4725555348754578318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4725555348754578318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-you-darling.html' title='Happy Birthday To You, Darling'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7620350265636549663</id><published>2012-01-09T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:10:37.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu La Kan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbkXY2B5no/TwpX5OyOBCI/AAAAAAAABms/pJCC1C407Ro/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbkXY2B5no/TwpX5OyOBCI/AAAAAAAABms/pJCC1C407Ro/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helloooo…. Hah! So much for berazam nak update blog selalu, stop main game and tidur cepatkan. Well.. so far ketiga-tiga pekara yang disebutkan di atas masih tidak berjaya I atasi hahaha… Benci la kan.  Kenapa la I malas sangat nak update blog.  Tapikan I tak ada banyak story to tell la… Nak curahkan apa-apa feeling, tak ada mende yang I nak emo kan.  Kalau I mix around or masih kerja boleh la jugak I gossip pasal officemate I kan hehe…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I nak story pasal budak montel itu yang tiba-tiba kepingin nak tengok cerita Ombak Rindu masa aritu.   Ofcourse I amat terkejut, knowing he is the type of person yang tak akan nak tengok cerita yang bertaman-taman or should I say cerita pilu tangis-tangisan.  Husband I kan selalu perasan yang dia la lelaki paling macho dalam dunia.  Siap cakap, dia tak berani nak genggam tangan I kuat-kuat sebab takut nanti berkecai macam kaca..porah la..  Ok berbalik pada kisah di atas, on the way balik dari berpoya-poya husband I cakap, “mari kita cari cerita Ombak Rindu since you nak tengok”.  I kata “Wah, you mimpi apa, pandai pusing ayat kata I yang nak tengok, I didn’t mention a word to you pasal issue nie today”.  Dia kata, dia teringat I selalu sebut-sebut hari tu, nak tengok kat wayang takut lanun-lanun bising (husband I memang, semua orang dia kata lanun).  I kata “sudahlah, tak payah nak bagi excuse I yang beria-ia nak tengok, you pun sama nak tengok, otherwise tak da la excited semacam nak cari”.  Oh for your information, husband I cari merata-rata dvd nie kat our area.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tak jumpa, I suruh dia hantar I balik since I dah penat (although duduk je dalam kereta) ikut dia merata-rata.  Weather pulak sangat panas, aircond kereta pun tak rasa.  Husband I kata, tak apa la nanti dia langgan astro first and then dia keluar balik sebab nak bayar bil handphone.  Balik dari bayar bill tiba-tiba husband I letak dvd Ombak Rindu depan-depan I sambil mengangkatkan kening dia dengan penuh bangga berkata, dia beli yang original.  Alahai.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So malam tu both of us tengok movie nie.  Memang best la, touching memang touching tapi tidak berjaya menumpahkan airmata I, sekadar membuatkan mata I berkaca-kaca and sebak.  Sakit hati betul I tengok si Harris/Aaron Aziz tu.  Maya Karin memang pandai memainkan riak muka yang takut-takut. Tiap kali I tengok muka dia, hati I jadi cukup sedih. Bab-bab yang dia ajak Harris kahwin, tukar jam, bukak kasut and baring atas dada Harris..fuhhh.. membuatkan emosi I bergelora.  I tengok mamat kat sebelah I relax je, dengan tanpa berbaju kaki sebelah di letakkan di atas coffe table, sebelah lagi di lantai sambil kedua-dua tangan di letakkan di atas sofa, ala-ala bergayut.  Sesambil tu perut cute beliau turun naik sebab bernafas.  Orang bernafas kat dada, dia kat perut hahaha…Aduhh, pemandangan yang cukup tragis wakaka...  Kejap-kejap dia kata kat I, kesian eh pompuan tu…hehe.. ada feeling sedih jugak dia kan.  Pastu dia puji-puji semua pelakon, which come as a surprise to me as my husband is not the type of a person who appreciate malay movie (and I can understand why), oh I forgot dia (and also me) pun suka tengok KL Gangster sebab ada aksi macho lawan-lawan.  I rasa dua cerita nie, by far the best malay movie that we had watched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis tengok cerita, both of us mula la non stop discuss dan memberi pandangan masing-masing.  Bila time nak tidur, di dalam kegelapan malam, husband I bukak lagi topic cerita nih..hehe.. I dah la mengantuk kan tapi I layan jugak dia berborak.  Bangun pagi tu, dia sambung lagi..aduhai.. lelaki macho ku jiwang habis.  Bila dia balik kerja the next day.  I slow slow pegi kat dia yang sedang berbaring di atas sofa, I buat style Izzah/Maya Karin dengan meletakkan/membaringkan kepala I kat atas dada husband I.  I tengok dia tersenyum simpul dengan serpihan malu terukir di bibirnya wakaka…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-7620350265636549663?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7620350265636549663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7620350265636549663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7620350265636549663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7620350265636549663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/ombak-rindu-la-kan.html' title='Ombak Rindu La Kan....'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FtbkXY2B5no/TwpX5OyOBCI/AAAAAAAABms/pJCC1C407Ro/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8972596561225732256</id><published>2012-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:38:00.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year To Everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxwvb9oMivg/TwBtSgCf0vI/AAAAAAAABmk/HSHQUBAb0GE/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxwvb9oMivg/TwBtSgCf0vI/AAAAAAAABmk/HSHQUBAb0GE/s320/2.jpg" width="620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the first dishes for this year.&amp;nbsp; Ketam Masak Sambal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helllooooo… Happy New Year to all my readers yang beberapa kerat ini tapi yang amat I hargai.  Betul, I rasa terharu sebab you all sudi meluangkan masa untuk membaca tulisan/luahan perasaan atau kisah harian I yang biasa-biasa je. I know I kurang update sekarang nie but azam baru, cecehhh.… I will try my best to update at least twice or three times a week but then macam tak ada story nak share je most of the time..  Ilham pun macam tak ada je bila I nak start tulis something.  Tapi bila I do something else atau especially nak tidur, masa tu la datang mencurah-curah. Anyway, sekejap je dah tahun baru kan?  Last year has been kind to me and setakat sakit-sakit manja tu biasalah kan.  I hope this year pun sama jugak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, apa you all punya azam baru? Please don’t stop berazam.  It’s ok kalau azam hangat-hangat and then stop half way because at least you make an effort on it kan?  I, selain dari azam nak selalu update blog, I nak kurangkan time main game kat internet hehe…  Dan macam tahun-tahun yang sudah I berazam nak jadi isteri yang baik (uwek) and patience (yela tu) kat husband I sungguh nerd itu.  I berazam to use the time wisely.  And the most important thing is I want to sleep early  Itu je la azam I.  Nothing fancy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NHetV02s4GQ/TwBtK6NthhI/AAAAAAAABmY/QB994C7vPFM/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="439" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NHetV02s4GQ/TwBtK6NthhI/AAAAAAAABmY/QB994C7vPFM/s320/1.jpg" width="620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another first dish for this year.&amp;nbsp; Sayur Goreng Campur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today I cooked my first dishes for this year.  Ketam masak sambal and mix vegetables… Petang tadi sempat lagi ke Ikea to survey on some stuff and we ended up buying plastic container.  First purchase for this year RM7.90.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bye for now and see you all on my next entry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8972596561225732256?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8972596561225732256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8972596561225732256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8972596561225732256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8972596561225732256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-to-everybody.html' title='Happy New Year To Everybody'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zxwvb9oMivg/TwBtSgCf0vI/AAAAAAAABmk/HSHQUBAb0GE/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2425252224352495130</id><published>2011-12-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T16:05:01.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir Wo and Me'/><title type='text'>Wo and Me Episode 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou_4UY1LZco/TvGQtFoVFxI/AAAAAAAABmM/UaIoqbWui_s/s1600/christmasats%2527pore1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou_4UY1LZco/TvGQtFoVFxI/AAAAAAAABmM/UaIoqbWui_s/s640/christmasats%2527pore1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Again Wo duduk sebelah Daddy and I sebelah Mummy.&amp;nbsp; Tension-tension.&amp;nbsp; Tengok la kita orang asyik pakai baju yang sama aje.&amp;nbsp; Mummy and Daddy, bukan main lagi melaram.&amp;nbsp; Sampai hati wakaka...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One night before Christmas, lampu clip clip yang Daddy gantung two nights ago kat tingkap, di nyalakan.  Both of us were so excited. And petang tu both of us dah jemput kawan-kawan sepermainan sebelah menyebelah untuk datang ke rumah and sibuk la kita orang bagitau kalau datang dapat goodie bag, hebat la konon goodie bag tu kan..hehe..    Mummy susun goodie bag dalam bakul and siap pesan kita orang, one person, one goodie bag and one topi kertas yang berbentuk kon itu and it is only for kids.  Sesambil tu, kita orang tengok tv that shown Christmas movie, black and white.  I lupa cerita apa.  Mummy sibuk di dapur prepare sikit-sikit apa-apa untuk di masak pagi-pagi esok.  Selesai part tu, Mummy start keluarkan pinggan mangkuk and susun balang-balang biscuit.  Mummy tak isi or simpan biscuit dalam balang tu sebab dia takut masuk angin.  Oh yeah, two days ago dorang letak hadiah bawah pokok Christmas tree.  I dengan Wo sibuk la belek-belek and goncang-goncang.  Sepesen je.  We couldn’t figure what it is.  I asyik tanya, apa dalam ni Mummy, Mummy kata surprise la, ini la itu.  Dalam hati I pikir nie mesti toys tapi Mummy kata no more toys sebab kita orang dah besar.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum masuk tidur, Wo mintak permission dari Mummy nak bawak susu and candies ke bilik.   Mummy tanya kenapa, Wo kata untuk Santa Claus bila dia datang bawak hadiah tengah malam, masa kita orang tidur.  And Wo kata dia nak bagi Jesus Christ sekali (Wo kecik-kecik dah menampakkan kealimannya haha.. tah mana-mana dia dapat idea nih. I nie ikut je.  Bila tulis nie, sengih-sengih I teringatkan kisah kita orang nie hehehe..  Wo and her theory ahaha..)  Mummy said ok.  Then kita orang letak kat side table sebelah katil.  Bila Mummy dah keluar dari bilik, I tanya Wo, macam mana Santa Claus nak masuk kalau rumah kita tak ada chimney, Wo kata ikut pintu atau tingkap.  I kata pintu Mummy kunci and Santa Claus mana muat ikut tingkap sebab perut dia buncit, Wo kata Santa Claus boleh masuk.  I kata kalau macam tu, Santa Claus nie macam pencuri la, Wo marah I hehe.. Sebelum tidur, Wo ajak I wish kat Santa Claus and Jesus Christ. I pun wish la mintak jadi pandai and cantik wakaka.. (memang ya pun I pandai, pandai merapu, as for cantik, adeihh hai..muka penuh tahi lalat wakaka..) I tanya Wo, dia wish apa, Wo kata dia wish macam-macam, I tak ingat, tapi I ingat dia pun wish pandai jugak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila time nak tidur, I bagitau Wo, I tak nak tidur, I nak tengok Santa Claus and Jesus Christ makan candies and minum susu yang kita buat.  So malam tu, I terkebil-kebil menahan ngantuk, bila nak terlelap I cepat-cepat bukak mata balik.  A few minutes later, I dah tak larat, I cakap dalam hati, nanti tengah malam mesti mata I terjaga.  Bangun pagi-pagi I tengok, eh, kenapa susu penuh lagi and candies macam ada orang dah usik tapi I kira sama je macam semalam (bila dah besar baru I tau, rupanya Mummy and Daddy punya kerja, Wo yang bagitau).  Wo tanya I ada ke nampak apa-apa malam tadi, I kata macam ada je tapi Jesus Christ tak minum or makan dia floating aje (pepandai la I tipu-tipu berimaginasi sendiri haha..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di luar sana terdengar Mummy dah mula busy dengan menghidangkan berbagai juadah and I tengok balang biskut telah Mummy isi.  Mummy susun kek yang telah Mummy potong cantik-cantik di dalam pinggan sesambil tu Mummy panggil kita orang suruh mandi.  Lepas siap-siap mandi pakai baju.  Daddy ajak kita orang bergambar kat pokok Ru kebanggaan family itu.  Lepas sibuk berambik gambar, I dengan Wo dah siap-siap bukak pintu seluas-luasnya  and terjengau-jengau tunggu kawan-kawan kita orang nak datang.  Mummy kata, it is still early in the morning, dorang baru bangun tidur and nak mandi lagi.  So kita orang on tv and on lampu clip-clip sesambil tu makan biscuit sikit-sikit.  Tak lama kemudian kawan-kawan kita orang pun datang.  Sibuk la I dengan Wo nak bagi goodie bag tu and ke dapur tolong Mummy bagi dorang minum air gas.. wow.. we were so excited!! seronoknya tak dapat I gambarkan dengan perkataan.  Rasa macam famous and penting sangat kita orang masa tu hehe..   Parents dorang pun mula datang. Bila parents dorang usik-usik mintak goodie bag, I tengok muka Mummy.  Mummy kata, dorang main-main je.. fuh lega.. hati I, sebab kalau boleh, I ndak sangat goodie bag nie ada extra sebab sepeket for me tak cukup. Then kita orang sibuk belari-lari kat luar sambil tiup belon etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ml93Y0Us_c/TvGQHvELIeI/AAAAAAAABl8/wVtwXl4kDgw/s1600/christmasats%2527pore2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="435" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ml93Y0Us_c/TvGQHvELIeI/AAAAAAAABl8/wVtwXl4kDgw/s640/christmasats%2527pore2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Some of the friends, duduk, Rusilawati, Nazatul Isma ke Intan, I, Wo tengah dokong Shapirus, Danny and Iskandaruddin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Petang tu, ada a few uncles (not related but daddy’s colleague and we are asked to call uncle or auntie for non malay, pakcik or makcik for malay) and brought more candies.  I dengan Wo sibuk la nak bukak and bagi-bagi kat kawan-kawan but when we tasted it, it feels weird.  Mula-mula tu ok but bila sampai kat tengah, gula-gula tu dah rasa payau and we quickly puked it out.  I masuk rumah and tanya kat Mummy, gula-gula apa nie and suruh Mummy rasa.  Bila Mummy rasa, cepat-cepat Mummy mintak balik and tanya whether we give to kawan-kawan lain.  I cakap kita orang bagi, Mummy kata suruh dorang buang and I dengar Mummy bisik kat Daddy.  Daddy tergelak, la rupa-rupanya gula-gula ada alcohol, no wonder la rasa semacam aje.  Mummy sangat marah and bengang.  Mummy berleter kat Daddy.  Mummy tanya Daddy siapa yang bawak.  I tak ingat uncle yang mana satu.  Then kita orang keluar and main balik dengan kawan-kawan kat luar and I suruh dorang muntahkan balik gula-gula tu.  Bila dorang tanya kenapa, I kata gula-gula tu untuk orang besar aje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, kawan-kawan Mummy and Daddy datang non-stop siang tu and petang another group of their friend’s came to the house. Sesambil dorang berborak, lagu-lagu 70’s yang tengah hit memenuhi ruang tamu.  Bone M maaa…  I dengan Wo nak tengok tv pun tak dapat and we decided to main kejar-kejar kat luar.  Bila dah malam, semua orang dah balik.  Mummy panggil kita orang masuk sebab nak bukak hadiah.  We were so excited.  Finally, saat-saat yang ditunggu tiba jua.  I bukak kertas present dengan penuh rakus and bila I tengok eh, kotak kasut bata.  Ini mesti kotak je kot, dalam mesti ada something special.  Bila I bukak and check ke dalam kotak aje, it is true, kasut sekolah brand bata and gula-gula shape orange.  Wo pun dapat hadiah yang sama.  I was so frustrated.  I kata, apa nie bagi hadiah kasut bata.  I rasa sangat sedih and ada sendu dalam tiap patah perkataan I.  I never expect it to be that, at least anak patung ke kan… Mummy and Daddy, marah I balik, dorang kata nanti nak pegi sekolah ada kasut sekolah baru.  Wo, pujuk I penuh lembut, Wo kata dengan lenggukkan kepala sambil memeluk kasut bata colour putih itu “tak apa Dek, next year kita boleh pakai kasut baru yea.  Kan cantik and baru nie hadiah kita”.  Wo dari kecik sampai sekarang adalah seorang yang mudah adapt in any kind of situation, unlike me.  Wo mudah berpuas hati and mempunyai sikap yang so easy going.  Wo are so easy to please.  Wo memang cool dari kecik lagi (baru I notice akan sifat-sifat Wo yang memang telah sedia ada bila I tulis nie).  Perlahan-lahan I pujuk hati I yang hampa and bagi senyuman tawar.  Dalam hati I berjanji pada diri sendiri, bila I dah besar and kaya I akan beli toys sebanyak-banyaknya and tak mau kasi satu pun kat Mummy and Daddy.. wakaka.. kecik-kecik dah simpan niat jahat ahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esok tu ada sorang kawan tanya, apa hadiah yang I show off kat bawah christmas tree.  I pun cakap dengan senyuman manis (tapi dalam hati mencebik hampa), kasut bata.  Budak tu tekejut, kasut bata.  I kata iya, tak pe la, untuk I pegi sekolah next year.  Petang tu, kita orang visit rumah kawan Daddy yang berbangsa serani and dorang kasi Wo dengan I hadiah anak patung soft toy yang sangat cool dan besar.  Muka depan muka girl toy tu menangis and muka belakang girl toy to senyum ketawa.  We were so happy and start dari hari tu, I kepti soft toy tu mana-mana I pegi.  Wo punya soft toys, bersih and kemas, tak macam I punya. I siap conteng-conteng lagi rupa toys tu after a while.  Then I basuh balik tapi still ada bekas-bekas magic pen.  Rambut soft toy I pun messy, getah rambut tah hilang di mana.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A week or two later, we start simpan balik christmas decoration yang sungguh hazab itu.  Pokok Ru yang dalam rumah kita orang, terus mekar subur sampai mencecah siling.  About a month later, we through it away not before Mummy nangis-nangis sebab sayang kat pokok Ru, pokok Christmas hiasan hazab kesayangan keluarga…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I look back of all the memories of every Christmas that we ever had, this is the best Christmas celebration ever and one that I shall never forget.  I’m glad at least I got to feel the spirit of christmas or should I say a piece of heaven, surrounded by people that I know who care for me back then.  I wish I can turn back the clock and be that little girl again, who has no worries in the world, whose heart is pure and not corrupted by anything. I wish all of us are together.  A wish that I know can never be fulfilled.  Have you guys ever thought or have our sweet memories cross your mind, sometime? I love you Wo, Mummy and Daddy, I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year wherever all of you are in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2425252224352495130?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2425252224352495130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2425252224352495130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2425252224352495130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2425252224352495130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/wo-and-me-episode-28.html' title='Wo and Me Episode 28'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou_4UY1LZco/TvGQtFoVFxI/AAAAAAAABmM/UaIoqbWui_s/s72-c/christmasats%2527pore1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2355865825461684485</id><published>2011-12-19T16:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:03:28.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir Wo and Me'/><title type='text'>Wo and Me Episode 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmRNrXSG8LU/Tu74AKBNR0I/AAAAAAAABl0/181t8Y5SFFU/s1600/christmasats%2527pore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 600px; height: 374px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687756060988622658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmRNrXSG8LU/Tu74AKBNR0I/AAAAAAAABl0/181t8Y5SFFU/s400/christmasats%2527pore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Gambar nie di snap, rasanya di pagi Christmas, tengok la rambut I, Mummy siap blow dry lagi hehe...Masa nie I tengah sakit hati sebab I nak bergambar sebelah Daddy tapi Wo dah chop dulu, sebelum gambar nie di snap oleh tripod, Wo sempat lagi, dengan action cakap, yay..Wo bergambar sebelah Daddy, geram I masa nih hehe... Daddy senyum-senyum bangga sebab anak dara dia berebut nak duduk sebelah dia.  Mummy pulak menjeling kat kita orang.  Oh, Christmas tree (pucuk pokok Ru kebanggaan keluarga wakaka...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, ingat lagi akan kisah Wo and Me, well.. I'm back with this special story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Christmas datang lagi.  I have lots of fond memories about my Christmas experienced and I really would like to share some of it with all of you.  It is not that I admire Christmas since now that I’m not a Christian anymore but that is who I am, part of my history.  I guess some story are worth to be told and the story that I’m about to tell you is one of the most memorable ever in all my Christmas history.  And of course, nothing can top the story where the starring role are Wo and me hehe.., Mummy, Daddy and the rest are the guest star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a few weeks before Christmas, Mummy dah mula sibuk check buku-buku resepi (especially biscuit) yang dia kumpul or cut off from a newspaper where she paste to her scrap books over the years.  Then Mummy akan ke supermarket beli planta, ghee minyak sapi, gula, tepung, manik-manik gula untuk hias biscuit etc.  Petang-petang or malam, mula la Mummy menjalankan activity raksaksanya itu.  I dengan Wo selalu sibuk nak join in tapi Mummy tak kasi.  Tension tau.  I merengek mintak tepung yang Mummy dah uli and sibuk la nak tekan acuan.  Kadang-kadang Mummy kasi chance and suruh kita orang letak manik gula kat atas biscuit but most of it masuk kat mulut I.  There are times, Mummy suruh letak kismis or cherry merah/hijau kat atas biscuit yang lain pulak.  Bau biscuit harum semerbak and bila dah keluar dari oven, Wo and I akan rasa sebijik dua.  Mummy tanya sedap tak, I dengan Wo of course kata sedap.  To us, semua yang Mummy masak sedap.  Dalam banyak, banyak biscuit yang Mummy buat, biscuit yang paling I suka and my favourite is biscuit makmur…. Sedappp.. Every Christmas, Mummy mesti buat biscuit nih, oh and biscuit tart nenas.  Kira biscuit wajib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah nak dekat-dekat Christmas, Mummy lagi busy.  That is the time Mummy start buat kek pulak.  I tengok Mummy buat kek sangat leceh.  Masa tu tak ada mixer and Mummy kena guna pemukul spring yang guna tangan.  Penat I tengok. Lepas tangan kanan, Mummy guna tangan kiri untuk memukul.  Kadang-kadang Wo dengan I sibuk nak tolong dia pukul-pukul.  Mummy kata nanti mesti penat, tak lama, I kata I nak jugak.  Mummy give up and bagi kta I.  Tak sampai 5 minit I dah penat.  Then Mummy cakap, kan Mummy dah kata hehe..Lepas tu turn Wo pulak pukul-pukul and mula la Wo buat lama dari I, show off as usual hehe..  Wo memang tau.  Not only that, Mummy tak guna gula halus, instead Mummy guna gula biasa and tumbuk dengan lesung batu sampai halus (sekarang nie, I wonder why Mummy tak guna gula halus or gula caster eh?).  Seingat-ingat I, Mummy guna planta instead of butter. Kadang-kadang aje Mummy guna butter.  Anyway, masa yang Mummy ambik untuk buat kek lama and I yang tengok and tunggu pun penat.  Lepas Mummy abis gaul, pukul semua ramuan, this is the time that Wo and I tunggu-tunggu.  Bila Mummy dah abis  masukkan kat acuan tin kek, sibuk la kita orang nak mencolek lebihan bancuhan kek tu, kadang-kadang Mummy colekkan kat jari dia and bagi I jilat.  Berebut-rebut I dengan Wo sapu keliling mangkuk tu.  Lepas Mummy masukkan kat dalam oven, sibuk la I dengan Wo tunggu.  Bau kek yang Mummy yang dalam oven semerbak membuatkan I dengan Wo tak sabar-sabar nak tengok hasilnya. Kejap-kejap kita orang tanya, Mummy dah masak ke kek tu, etc. Mummy kata belum and nanti Mummy bagitau.  I dengan Wo and terjengau-jengau tengok kat luar cermin oven, Mummy dah siap-siap warning jangan bukak pintu oven.  Bila dah siap and Mummy keluar dari oven, apalagi Wo dengan I, sibuk la nak rasa.  Actually, kita orang bukan ndak sangat makan kek or biscuit tapi sebab excited tengok cara-cara Mummy buat.  Menyibuk je kan.  Tapi makan kek panas-panas sedap dan gebu.  Then Mummy tanya lagi, sedap tak, Wo dengan I macam biasa akan kata sedapnyaaaa (nya tu kena panjang), then Mummy kata eleh, sambil tersenyum simpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekend pulak, all four of us, Mummy, Daddy, me and Wo akan ke emporium sebab nak cari hiasan or accessories for Christmas tree.  Dulu Daddy ada beli Christmas tree tapi yang plastic and kecik aje, tinggi betis.  I dengan Wo tanya Daddy tak beli ke Christmas tree yang tinggi.  Daddy kata nanti dia cari.  So masa shopping for the accessories tu, Mummy and Daddy aje pilih.  I dengan Wo sibuk pegang-pegang benda-benda kat situ.  Mummy and Daddy tak beli banyak pun, cuma a few aje.  Tension je kita orang.  Sibuk la tanya apa hadiah dorang nak bagi kat kita orang.  Mummy kata diam-diam, kalau nakal and gaduh-gaduh with each other,  hadiah tak ada.  So during the week or two weeks before the event, I dengan Wo make sure kita orang tak gaduh-gaduh.  Kālau gaduh-gaduh we both make sure that it would not gaduh yang kuat-kuat sebab tak nak Mummy dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Christmas, Daddy balik bawak pucuk pokok Ru hidup.  I dengan Wo tekejut yang amat but both of us were so excited, menjerit-jerit and melompat-lompat kegembiraan.  I dengan Wo siap peluk-peluk lagi.  Kita orang tak tau pun yang Daddy plan nak pakai pokok Ru kan wakaka.. Ingatkan nak guna pokok Christmas plastic yang cenonet tu.  Mummy pun tekejut sama and tanya, macam mana Daddy boleh potong pucuk pokok Ru and tak ada orang nampak ke. Mummy kata, kang kena tangkap.  Daddy, kata ah.. don’t worry.  Mummy and Daddy pun siap-siap cari pasu and I can’t remember which one of them turun bawah ambik tanah.  All I know is that night, pokok Ru telah siap-siap dimasukkan ke dalam pasu.  So malam tu, the four of us mula la menghias hias pokok Ru kebanggan keluarga hehe..  I dengan Wo kalau tak gaduh-gaduh manja tak sah, kadang-kadang mana yang Wo dah gantung or I dah gantung, both of us akan tukar position. Tapi tak best la accessories tak banyakkan, kapas pun Daddy suruh letak sikit aje.. dia kata kang kalau kita orang luka mana dia nak cari kapas nak lap-lap letak ubat… apara punya alasan kan…  I ambik kapas sikit, sesambil tu I try letak kat atas bibir nak buat moustache haha.. Oh yeah, sesambil kita orang hias-hias, Daddy pun pasang cassette (I know zaman retro cassette.. haha..) lagu Christmas.  Wo dengan I sibuk la nyanyi sama. Tengah kita orang nyanyi-nyanyi, Wo suh I dengar lyric lagu “I, saw mummy kisses santa claus”, dendangan Michael Jackson.  Bila I dengar, I kata, a’hah la Wo, then sibuk la I tanya, kenapa mummy dia cium santa claus and siapa la santa claus tu, daddy dia tak marah ke.  Wo pun buat la andaian, maybe just kiss kiss pipi biasa and sibuk la I tanya Mummy, kenapa mummy dia cium santa claus la bagai.. Mummy kata tu daddy dia dress up as santa claus.  Baru la hati I lega.  Anyway, semua lagu Christmas kita orang boleh hafal without lyrics.  Sampai sekarang I ingat semua lagu-lagu Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days before Christmas, Mummy dah start tukar cushion cover, tukar langsir baru and Daddy bought lots of soft drink, beers and all kind of alcohol beverage, macam-macam nama.  I dengan Wo pulak bila tengok air gas that’s it, mula la merengek-rengek nak minum air gas.  Mummy and Daddy warning siang-siang, kalau nak minum air gas kena mintak permission kat dorang dulu.  Kalau tak ada kawalan ketat dari dorang, satu hari, satu kotak air gas definitely kita orang boleh habiskan.  Petang before Christmas, Mummy dah start buat goodie bags untuk di beri pada anak-anak neighbour yang akan datang bertandang.  Mummy letak sweets, belon getah, belon yang ada straw kuning, small toys etc.  Sibuk la I and Wo nak join in and nak tolong letak-letak.  Kita orang mintak sepeket kat Mummy.  Sebelum bagi, Mummy pesan, sepeket sorang aje, lepas nie tak boleh ambik lagi.  Kita orang pun promise (yela tu.. masa tu je).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night before Christmas……. (to be continue…)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2355865825461684485?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2355865825461684485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2355865825461684485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2355865825461684485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2355865825461684485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/wo-and-me-episode-27.html' title='Wo and Me Episode 27'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bmRNrXSG8LU/Tu74AKBNR0I/AAAAAAAABl0/181t8Y5SFFU/s72-c/christmasats%2527pore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3183568396782634152</id><published>2011-12-14T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:39:10.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Reality Show (that I watch) – End of Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The X-Factor UK/US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I was so happy because my ayam tambatan, Little Mix won The X-Factor UK 2011 Season 8. It was the first time that a group become a winner and on top of that a girl group. The moment they announced the winner, kakak nie pun menjerit kegirangan hehe… I started following these series from season 6 and 7. Had I know that it had been shown from 2004 (first X-Factor UK), I would have watched it. I know some might say I’m too old for these kind of reality show whose follower are usually are a kid or teens. But hey, age and for the love of music/song has no boundaries regardless how old you are. Let just say darah seni di dalam diri ini sentiasa membara and there is no sign of stopping anytime soon kui kui kui. Itu belum lagi I nak review pasal SYTYCD or DWTS hehe.. Nevertheless, I’m happy with the result. So, it’s the end of season 8. Oh I can’t wait for 2012, next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About The X-Factor US, which is currently ongoing right now, semi final, I was so sad and cried when last week, saw Rachel Crow my cutie pie, ayam tambatan was eliminated from the competition. She has the likeable personality and not too mentioned how talented this kid is. Her voice, omg, amazing. She is just 13 years old. Nie semua kerja si Nicole S yang bodoh tu. Apa guna jadi judge kalau you can’t make up your mind or decide and that you need somebody else opinion. Bangang and sungguh drama queen yang overacting. Kejap-kejap nak nangis when it was time to decide who should leave. Ngada-ngada, everything has to be about her, kekonon tak sampai hati la tu, podah… people can tell whether it is genuine or fake la. Hari-hari terakhir The X-Factor US bakal suram tanpa dapat menyaksikan buah hati I, Rachel Crow nyanyi. I was never this sad before when my favourite’s kalah ke or kena eliminated but this time siap bergenang air mata I and berhari-hari I sedih tau. Masa dia nyanyi for survival song (sebelum judges decide) she made the audience, plus me and the judges to tears that is how good she was. Sungguh touching and buat bulu roma I meremang. Masa announced dia dapat the lowest vote and out of the competition sebab si bang**g tu tak dapat decide and bagi deadlocked, Rachel terkejut and terduduk. Then mak dia belari dapatkan dia and dia meraung-raung menangis. Oh.. luluh hati I menyaksikan saat itu. What do you expect she’s a 13 years old girl. Budak-budak kan honest, apa yang dorang rasakan, dorang luahkan terus and tak ada hypocrite. Malam tu, I dengan husband I tak tidur sampai dinihari (ya, the pakcik yang buta seni nie bukan main lagi bagi dia punya opnion, berapi-api lagi menyuarakan ketidakpuasan hatinya. Berjaya jugak I menarik dia secara perlahan-lahan ke dunia I hehe… Husband I nie senang je nak influence muahaha..) sebab asyik discuss pasal kes nie and sesambil tu I surfed and baca-baca comment orang yang mengutuk si Nicole drama queen tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A day or two later, I have to accept that is her fate. You see, betapa affected nya I. Alahai.. kakak korang nie kan.. But I’m sure she will have a bright future in the industry and I came across a few stories about her being approached by the Disney people. Yes, way to go Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Young Apprentice UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Semalam was the final of Young Apprentice UK nih. Young Apprentice UK nie untuk budak-budak remaja around 16/17 years old. (Oh yeah before this I dah tengok Junior Apprentice UK, not bad and very entertaining). Best sebab dorang nie walaupun muda but their vision and aspiration are very high. Task yang di beri pun bukan calang-calang and sama macam task untuk The Apprentice yang biasa kita tengok selama nie. Orang yang lebih berusia dari dorang pun easily boleh kalah. I was so impress with their performance (not all though) and no wonder la some of anak-anak omputih nie cepat matang and more advance dari kita nie. I dengan husband I dah agak si Zara Brownless nie memang akan menang in comparison tu mamat yang minat bidang economist tu, James McCullagh. Sebab mamat nie one thing tak nak dengar orang punya opinion although it can be useful sometime because he’s taking the risk but still, Zara memang patut menang and dapat the 25,000.00 pound tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Amazing Race Season 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Both of us are so happy that Ernie and Cindy won this season amazing race. Bila nampak Ernie and Cindy nie belari kat finishing line. I apa lagi as usual siap menjerit tepuk tangan hehehe… I memang support this team sebab dorang jarang or tak argue langsung. Beside Cindy nie is the brain (bekas A student and beside she is Asian hehe.. yea I bias) and sangat driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;America’s Next Top Model “All Stars”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTM this season penuh dengan some controversy and of course cat fight sekali kan. To tell you the truth, I don’t enjoy yang this season because muka-muka yang compete nie dah basi, yela kan kita dah pernah tengok dorang nie before this, so there is nothing new or fresh. Kira yang bertanding nie hampeh je la kan. Challenge pun kureng, tah la macam tak kena je. But I was so happy that Liza D’ Amato won for this season because I suka dia punya personality yang sungguh crazy itu. Dia tak ada la cantik or that kulit dia semacam je but she is one of my favourite’s. As for Angelea Preston tu, I memang nyampah kat minah sekor nie, she was so defensive and kejap-kejap ngamuk and tak nak kalah pulak tu. Kurang asam pun iya. Lepas tu perasan bagus aje. Kālau la personality dia menarik, sure I suka kat dia jugak. Oh during the final judgement tu ada controversy sebabkan she was supposed to be the top three alongside Lisa and Allison Harvard, si mata besar yang cool itu. It is still unknown why Angelea was not on the final judging. Ada a few rumours I baca but kepastiannya masih tidak diketahui. I hope the mystery will be reveal someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Project Runway Season 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Tengah I surfed around about two weekes ago, I realised that I missed Project Runway Season 9 latest. How can I miss one of my reality favourite show nie yang dah habis? Oh, this can’t be happening. So cepat-cepat la DL and I refrain myself from surfed around on the news because I don’t want to know who is the winner. Tak syok la kalau dah tau, there will be no surpise anymore kan. So I make sure I tak tersalah masuk fashion website ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So last week I tengok marathon dari first episode of the season 9 nie sampai finale. Berhari-hari jugak I nak abiskan, satu hari, dua tiga series I tengok sekali. Maunya tak pening kepala I kan. Kadang-kadang husband I join in bila dia balik dari kerja. Mostly, I sorang-sorang je. And I’m happy to tell you that Anya Ayoung-Chee won, she is my one and only favourite during this season 9. She is so talented and she just learned how to sew about 4 months ago. Oh, she was also a Miss Trinidad and Tobago Universe 2008. She is so cool, calm, relax, personality dia sungguh-sungguh mempersonakan and the way she dress up sangat la hip nya. Tapi sexy la kan. Well.. she has the body, why not show it to the world. Baju-baju yang dia designed are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si gay Josh tu punya la dengki and sakit hati kat dia each time she won the prize and top 3 winner for the challenge, bukan main lagi mamat nie menyumpah-nyumpah, dengan mata-mata and gelekkan kepala, kutuk-kutuk dia. Ah, sungguh diva lalaki itu. Anya tau mamat nie panas hati kat dia masa dia menang challenge and dapat duit, tapi dia cool aje and still talk to him and peluk-peluk lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(“Anya was a contestant on Season 9 of the American television show Project Runway.[2] Despite learning to sew a few months before the show began,[3] she placed in at least the top three of most of the challenges, and eventually won the competition on October 27th 2011. Through winning the competition, Anya earned $100,00 from L'Oreal Paris to begin her own line, Pilar. Not only that, she also was featured in a fashion spread in Marie Claire and received a $50,000 technology suite by Hp and Intel for the chance to design and sell merchandise, as well as a parthership with Piperlime.com. If that wasn't enough, Anya was voted the fan favorite for a Twitter contest and received another 10 grand.[4]” from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anya_Ayoung-Chee"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anya_Ayoung-Chee&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ingatkan Anya tak dapat masuk final sebab on the last show masa dorang nak kena tunjuk kat fashion week, hers was the lowest one by the judge but kalau dah nasib nak menang, judges decided bagi dia masuk final. So instead of top 3, jadi top 4 kat fashion week. Oh, during one of the series dia hilang duit masa tengah shopping nak beli kain kat mood but she wouldn’t the challenge too dengan kain yang tak cukup and kena bleach kain yang untuk patung, menggunakan segala technique dan kepakaran beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, season 9 nie is one of the most interesting series in Project Runway series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian review I yang panjang lebar pasal reality show yang telah tamat for the season and I telah tengok for 2011. Survivor and The X-Factor US Season 1 are coming to the end soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3183568396782634152?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3183568396782634152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3183568396782634152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3183568396782634152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3183568396782634152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/reality-show-that-i-watch-end-of-season.html' title='Reality Show (that I watch) – End of Season'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2336721052007463232</id><published>2011-12-13T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:19:54.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Andaiku Pergi Dulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few days back, we went out to have our dinner/my berbuka puasa. I tak masak hari tu because we need to buy something beside tak buat marketing lagi. Masa masuk kat cosy house, I tengok ada sorang pompuan and budak pompuan montel cute sitting next to our table. From the moment I sit on my chair until the food arrived, the lady and I presume her daughter or adik ke, kept on starring at me. I don’t know whether I should smile or not, you tau aje la kat KL nie lain sikit tak macam kat bandar-bandar kecik lain. You senyum kat orang tu tak semestinya orang tu senyum balik. I stared blankly back at her although I saw a hint of smile on her eyes. I don’t know how to react to that. I told my husband and asked him to look, maybe to sedara I ke or anybody that I know but I totally forgotten about it. Oh my memory is very poor, don’t forget that. Husband I pun notice both of them asyik-asyik pandang I aje. I nak berborak or makan pun rasa uncomfortable. Any food yang sampai kat meja or how I eat pun both still look at me. Lastly, I buat tak tau, as if dorang tak wujud and I dapat makan and berborak dengan selesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam perbualan pasangan season yang sentiasa asyik mashyuk ini, I tanya husband I, betul ke kalau you mati and I kahwin lain, bila kat akhirat or masuk syurga (hopefully), kita dua tak akan berjumpa? I told him, I pernah dengar a few times masa I kerja dulu from my colleague. Husband I kata, he is not sure. Then I cakap, bukan ke kalau kita kat syurga we can ask anything we want, including if we want to see each other? Mr Know All I itu pun tak terjawap. Then I cakap, kalau dia mati, I tak nak kahwin lagi sebab I tak nak tidur dengan laki lain. I kata kat dia, semua laki kat dunia nie tak akan tahan or sanggup hidup dengan I because you are the only human being yang boleh tolerate I. Kalau I happened to kahwin lain pun it wouldn’t last long. Husband I cakap dia pun tak nak kahwin lagi sebab there is only one me. And dia hairan kenapa senang-senang aje orang kahwin cerai. I kata bukan senang-senang sayang oii. The reason was maybe sebab dorang tak ngam and it’s not their soulmate. Then dia kata, maksud dia, lelaki yang dah berpuluh tahun hidup with the same bini and bila bini dia mati, dia kahwin lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kata, there’s a lot of reason maybe sunyi ke etc. But dia menambah, tak kan lupa pada kenangan lalu masa pasangan itu hidup and also kalau kita cinta kat orang tu setengah mati, tak kan senang-senang je boleh beralih cinta pada orang lain? I kata, mungkin dorang fall in love lagi sekali and it is not possible to fall in love a few times in our life, some people fall in love sekali and some boleh fall in love banyak kali. Then I cakap, definitely, ramai pompuan ndak kat you, sebab you lelaki yang sangat baik and sangat gentlemen. Dia said nope and that his character might change and he may not treat the same person like he treat me. I kata, offcourse, you will stay the same, character kita tak akan berubah and we tend to be the same. Dia kata, it will, because different partner have different character that can bring something else out of us. I kata, not me and I bagi contoh for example, when I live with you, my life style is flexible and you let me get away with anything. Whether I nak masak, kemas rumah, basuh baju etc. or tak nak, you tak kisah and you tak pernah paksa or even ask me to do it. But imagine kalau I dapat laki yang asyik nak menguli I or kemas rumah hari-hari, I may not want it and I tak sanggup and I’m not used to that life style. Whatever I want to do in the house is up to me. How else they call it Queen of the house kan? I might memberontak kalau kena paksa buat something yang I tak ndak. Kalau dari muda kahwin with the same person, he can mould me but kalau dah tua-tua and dah hidup berpuluh tahun dengan the same person and suddenly, he passed away and then I start balik kahwin dengan umur yang dah tua nie, I can’t change. I want the same thing or benda yang regular yang I buat hari-hari when I was with you. And the new guy has different character because no human being has the same trait as the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas discuss panjang lebar pasal hal nie, both of us jalan-jalan and masa on the way turun escalator, I tak perasan but masa kita orang masuk kat coldstorage supermarket, husband I cakap, budak montel cute yang dengan that lady tu tengok-tengok I lagi non-stop. I kata, biarkan la. Nak kata I pakai lawa-lawa, alahai, sempoi yang amat. I pakai jeans, t-shirt and not to mention selipar jepun aje except for the bag. And as for the make up I pakai lip balm and eyeliner. Rambut pun I biar serabai macam minah rock lapuk. So you see, how selekeh I am? And why the heck are they still starring at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way nak ke parking lot, I sambung kisah pasal mati and kahwin lain. The other reason I tak nak kahwin lagi selain dari I tak nak tidur dengan laki lain (yela tu, tengok ber threesome pulak wakaka.. nauzubillah) was that, I tak nak harta sepencarian kita akan jatuh kat laki baru I (wah, siang-siang dah ada candidate laki baru hehe..). Bukan la sebab banyak harta or kaya-raya, not at all but I’m talking about our kereta buruk and a house that we bought. I don’t want, husband I penat-penat kerja berpuluh tahun, alih-alih somebody else claim that is harta sepencarian bersama if I happened to bercerai with the new guy kan? I would be happy to give it all to my husband’s anak buah or charity. Back to our earlier conversation about lelaki yang mati bini, kahwin lain. I cakap kat husband I, ada jugak laki yang mati bini tak kahwin-kahwin sampai tua, contoh, Mustapha Maarof. Bini dia lama dah mati tapi dia tak nak kahwin sebab dia cinta mati kat bini dia. Husband I cakap dia pun akan macam tu should it happen to him. So kalau each of us leave each other first, we wouldn’t get married again but I told my husband, if you want to get married again, go ahead, don’t worry about it. He said, no way, I’m his soulmate and his only love. Yela tu, tengok-tengok sebulan either each of us kojol, adalah pulak Raja Sehari kerepot tersipu-sipu duduk bersanding di atas pelamin dan diringingi lagu-lagu Selamat Pengantin Baru dari Saloma. Yang lelaki siap dye or gelapakan balik rambut yang dah putih and yang si pompuan sedaya upaya pakai make up tebal nak cover kesan kesan penuaan di muka wakakaka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masuk dalam kereta, husband I cakap, dorang yang tadi tu pandang you bukan apa, sebab you look like a celebrity. Ah sudahla… I look more like one of a survivor’s contestant yang dah berminggu tak mandi and tak makan kat some deserted island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2336721052007463232?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2336721052007463232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2336721052007463232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2336721052007463232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2336721052007463232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/cerita-pasal-mati-la-pulakkan.html' title='Andaiku Pergi Dulu'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3192912901448864327</id><published>2011-12-11T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:07:43.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Meeting Vagg, Gab and Afi</title><content type='html'>Last Friday Vagg, Gab and Afi datang sini sebab Vagg ada urusan. They stayed at Eastin Hotel PJ. A few weeks before that, Vagg had informed me and both of us arranged the best time for us to meet up. Before meeting them that Friday, we ate a little bit (alas perut) since the meeting was after Friday prayer. So after solat Jumaat husband I ambik I kat rumah and off we go to the hotel, kes memonteng la nie hehe. We were lucky because tak jam and around ½ hours dah sampai kat area tu but not before husband I missed the lencongan for 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kat bawah hotel, I smsed Vagg and she told me to wait for a while since Afi just finished doing his “business” hehe... Bila ternampak aje dorang kat bawah, we quickly hugged each other. Afi sudah besar and sungguh cute sekali. Dagu runcing macam ibu dia. Kulit putih melepak and licin. I rasa macam nak geget aje pipi dia. Tapi takut ibu dia pulak mengigit pipi I yang telah mengendur ini huhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to One Utama to have our late lunch. As usual, tempat yang crowded and parking always full but luckily we found one spot. Turun ka shopping area, we went to look for “Johnny’s Restaurant”. The reason why I brought them to that restaurant because I remembered long time ago when Vagg and myself used to yming each other, I asked her which food/restaurant that she would like to go/eat and she told me Johnny’s. There are things that I never forget although I my memory is quite bad. Puas la jugak cari tempat tu and we asked around. Kesian Vagg and family kena menapak and I bet they are quite tired since baru sampai pagi tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk je terus order makanan and berbual-bual mesra diselang-seli dengan ketawa ria. Afi sungguh lincah and geram I, rasa macam nak kidnap aje. I suruh husband I bawak Afi jalan-jalan. He needs the exercise hehe… Then both of us bawak and tengok-tengok kan dia kat luar. Adeh boleh tahan penat melayan budak-budak nie, ndak-ndak orang yang dah “matang” macam both of us wakaka…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lepas makan, kita orang jalan-jalan nak balik ke parking but tak semena-mena sebelah gam kasut I terbukak. Mula-mula ingat nak beli kasut baru but since dah nak balik, so I told my husband tak payah je la. Although, it was so uncomfortable. Tak lama kemudian gam kasut satu lagi pun terbukak. Ah sudah! So dengan kedua-dua tapak kasut I terbukak-bukak tiap kali melangkah, I gagahi jua. Then I decided to stop over kat one stall to buy some drinks for all of us. Tiba-tiba I tengok, eh apa kat kasut Gab, macam ada terlekat kertas panjang aje. Rupa-rupanya, stripe kasut dia terbukak wakaka.. Lepas tu dia tarik stripe kasut dia and buang. Kelakar betul la kita orang nih hehehe… Lepas tu, we sent them back because malam tu Vagg ada meeting/discussion with her friend. On the way nak balik I ambik Afi duduk dengan I kat depan since dia sungguh curious about everything. Oh dia sungguh manja, senyap tapi sungguh active. Biasalah budak-budak during that age especially kalau baru “dapat” kaki. Me and my husband sungguh happy melayan dia. Kejap-kejap I cium pipi dia yang macam putih telur rebus itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas hantar dorang, me and my husband couldn’t stop talking about Afi. I rasa tak puas berjumpa and berborak dengan dorang and I miss them badly right now. I hope to see you all soon, insyallah next year we plan to visit you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3192912901448864327?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3192912901448864327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3192912901448864327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3192912901448864327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3192912901448864327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/meeting-vagg-gab-and-afi.html' title='Meeting Vagg, Gab and Afi'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-9061120817363726150</id><published>2011-12-08T16:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:45:55.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Masakan Orang Berpuasa Bukan Dibulan Puasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2bYi8oZ80o/TuB8DdcjLiI/AAAAAAAABlQ/B9Juo7ykVhU/s1600/fried%2Bnoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683679128627392034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2bYi8oZ80o/TuB8DdcjLiI/AAAAAAAABlQ/B9Juo7ykVhU/s400/fried%2Bnoodle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Mee goreng dengan taugeh, selalunya I guna sayur)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I kan sekarang nie tengah puasa, bukan puasa ganti atau puasa sunat. I just nak puasa sebab firstly, I nak mengawal segala perlakuan dan offcourse nak pahala. Secondly, sebab I nak kurus and also nak jaga kesihatan sebab walaupun badan I tak berisi masa I check up long time ago kat clinic, doctor cakap I punya cholesterol is very high. So that is the reason why I puasa. Lagipun I rasa sungguh gembira bila I dapat memakai jeans or baju size S. And also I rasa sungguh confident and no more low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QaKVyBhUEpA/TuB_Z1tgodI/AAAAAAAABlo/b2EV__hjyRM/s1600/lontong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683682811632984530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QaKVyBhUEpA/TuB_Z1tgodI/AAAAAAAABlo/b2EV__hjyRM/s400/lontong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Lontong - yang nie bukan lauk berbuka tapi yang I masak last weekend)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So talking about makanan berbuka, hari-hari I masak but each time I makan, I rasa lauk sangatla masinnya although husband I kata, tak masin or sedap je or cukup rasa. I don’t know why, maybe my tastebud berubah due tu puasa. But I make sure, I mesti makan kurma for berbuka and also sirap yang husband I buat. Sebab dia buat sedap and I selalu cakap, besar pahala buatkan air or makanan untuk orang berpuasa. Apalagi dia, bukan main suka bila I cakap macam tu..hehee.. husband I kan kadang-kadang macam budak kecik. Kalau I puji, fuh..perasan bukan main lagi lepas tu senyum-senyum malu la konon.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvzxZ3OxYHo/TuB72OYY3kI/AAAAAAAABk4/vX61ZuYNkk4/s1600/noodlee%2Bsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683678901245107778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EvzxZ3OxYHo/TuB72OYY3kI/AAAAAAAABk4/vX61ZuYNkk4/s400/noodlee%2Bsoup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Mee sup, I letak wonton)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway about the makanan berbuka, like I said, I masak almost everyday and macam-macam menu I try sebab I teringin nak makan semua benda… Nampaknya tak turun la berat badan I. Husband I pun sibuk la suruh masak nie, masak tu, macam dia yang puasa. Tapi dia kata kat office dia tak makan (dia tak balik tengahari bila I puasa) and seluar kerja dah longgar. I tengok sama je. So bila time berbuka, I tak makan banyak sangat tapi husband I makan macam perserta survivor, kalau ada kambing panggang seekor, sure 3/4 tu pegi kat pinggan dia. Bila dia baru rasa sikit je lauk (belum telan lagi tu), dia dah geleng-gelengkan kepala siap pejamkan mata and cakap masakan I paling sedap dalam dunia sambil nafas dia turun naik haha.., lepas tu dia cakap, Chef Ramsay pun menggigil hahaha, melampaukan... Lepas makan, mula la I sibuk makan macam-macam kudapan such as kerepek la… cookies la.. Husband I pulak akan sibuk suruh I rasa perut dia sambil suruh I cucuk perut dia dengan jari I, sebab dia nak bagitau yang dia kenyang and perut dia keras… tah apa-apa tah theory dia. Kalau tak layan I rasa berdosa la kan.  I kata no problem, tapi I tak nak cucuk dengan jari, I nak cucuk dengan hidung I sesambil tu I bukak mulut besar-besar nak gigit perut dia.  Cepat-cepat dia lari hehe.. tau takut... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHO8r1Dgdp0/TuB7ho2DmzI/AAAAAAAABks/q5yUR06gV1U/s1600/kurma%2Btelur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683678547571612466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VHO8r1Dgdp0/TuB7ho2DmzI/AAAAAAAABks/q5yUR06gV1U/s400/kurma%2Btelur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Kurma Telur)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I rasa seumur hidup I and lepas kahwin nie, sekali je I pernah buat kurma, tapi kurma ayam. But hari tu I try buat kurma telur. Alahai seronoknya sebab jadi and yang penting rasa mesti menepati selera I and my husband. Dia makan non-stop and I was so happy. I puasa-puasa nie rajin try menu-menu baru atau yang jarang dibuat. I rasa bila time puasa baru makan teratur sebab kalau tak puasa, I malas nak masak tengahari and makan mee maggi aje atau makan junk food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WczUaJuAfaQ/TuB6TAbwSoI/AAAAAAAABkU/AwlS2gGPCf8/s1600/tauhu%2Bsumbat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683677196694080130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WczUaJuAfaQ/TuB6TAbwSoI/AAAAAAAABkU/AwlS2gGPCf8/s400/tauhu%2Bsumbat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Tauhu Sumbat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Minggu lepas, I teringin nak makan tauhu sumbat. I tak pernah buat eventhough it was so easy. I teringat the first time I rasa tauhu sumbat yang Mummy buat masa kat Singapore dulu. I rasa wow, sedapnya and I ingat lagi muka Wo yang tersengih-sengih girang (dengan giginya yang sumbing akibat terantuk masa meluncur kotak dari bukit itu) sambil mengunyah tauhu sumbat Mummy. I dengan Wo siap melompat-lompat kegembiraan. I dengan Wo kejap-kejap cakap, best Mummy, best Mummy. Mummy tersenyum-senyum kat kita orang. I think that was the first and the last Mummy buat kot. I tak ingat la. Mummy memang pandai masak, apa-apa yang dia buat semua sedap. Wo kata I mewarisi Mummy. Tapi husband I kata, I tak mewarisi sesiapa, husband I kata I memang talented, gifted and bidadari yang diturunkan pandai segala-gala untuk dia..wakaka..(I tau I pun nak muntah type nie tapi betul dia cakap macam tu, tak caya tanya dia). I akan kata, ish tak ada laa... biasa je.. (cewah, rendah diri). Lagipun I bukan pandai masak pun, boleh la sikit-sikit and yang simple aje. Mungkin pada dia sedap, pada orang tak. Sama jugak dengan I, maybe masakan orang tu rasa sedap tapi pada I tak. So hari tu, I pun try la buat tauhu sumbat. Like I said it was so bloody easy. And I don’t know why I tak pernah buat before this. Healthy pun iya jugakkan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vkDKKZrNo/TuB56MTIXKI/AAAAAAAABkI/dYSpCJsIN94/s1600/orange%2Bcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683676770382404770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4vkDKKZrNo/TuB56MTIXKI/AAAAAAAABkI/dYSpCJsIN94/s400/orange%2Bcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kek Oren atau Orange Cake)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ingat tak I pernah cakap I nak buat kek or muffin or cupcake, tapi tak buat-buat sebab malas? So for the past few days I surfed through and cari-cari apa kek I nak buat. Furthermore, lepas berbuka mesti tengah-tengah malam teringin nak makan macam-macam bende. Dua hari lepas, I came across this resepi yang sungguh simple dan mudah nak buat. I selalu jenguk-jenguk website My Resepi nih. Hari tu lepas solat asar, dengan penuh semangatnya I bangkit dari kemalasan yang berpanjangan dan terus ke dapur. Masa tu I tak sure akan jadi ke tak sebab I bukannya pandai buat kek or pastry ke. I cuma berdoa dalam hati, mintak-mintak jadi. Nak buat tersangatlah senang and bahan-bahan pun dah ada. I kurangkan gula caster sebab tak nak manis sangat. Bila keluar dari oven, oh.. I’m so happy sebab rasa sedap, gebu dan perfect. You all should try it, ok this is the link(http://www.myresipi.com/top/detail/7425). Trust me.. mesti puas hati. It is going to be my favourite recipe and mudah untuk diingati. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sekian kisah masak memasak orang berpuasa di bulan yang bukan ramadhan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Note : And I rasa sungguh bersyukur walaupun I puasa and tak sahur, sekali pun I tak pernah kena gastric. Puasa is so miracle and I’m blessed. Thank you so much Allah and syukur Alhamdullilah (rasa macam setazah la pulak hehe..). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-9061120817363726150?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9061120817363726150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=9061120817363726150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/9061120817363726150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/9061120817363726150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/12/masakan-orang-berpuasa-bukan-dibulan.html' title='Masakan Orang Berpuasa Bukan Dibulan Puasa'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w2bYi8oZ80o/TuB8DdcjLiI/AAAAAAAABlQ/B9Juo7ykVhU/s72-c/fried%2Bnoodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-532390806580500592</id><published>2011-11-23T15:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:05:15.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Moment'/><title type='text'>Kisah Cinta Dengan Perfume La Kan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP1JRYaAAxI/TsykEiDM-HI/AAAAAAAABj8/NHv5W-0VrjM/s1600/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678093627974023282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP1JRYaAAxI/TsykEiDM-HI/AAAAAAAABj8/NHv5W-0VrjM/s400/perfume.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTXK0FY376Y/Tsyj8y88WAI/AAAAAAAABjw/LrOFyiovKjs/s1600/perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; (Gambar sebelah are some of the perfume yang I tak buang-buang lagi botol perfume yang I dah habis guna, on which I akan buang sebab menyemak aje.  Some, I gave away, some, I tak sempat guna or I dont like the smell and dah rosak.  So I gunakan untuk sembur bilik mandi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to write and share about my love story with perfume for a very long time. In fact I wanted to share it in my previous blog. But I never got the chance to do so until now and I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, for as long as I can remember, my first encounter with a perfume was when we lived in Singapore. I ingat lagi Wo and me akan curi-curi guna perfume brand Topaz Mummy when Mummy went out to do her marketing. Wo akan sembur sikit-sikit but not me, I akan sembur kat kiri kanan tengkuk I automatically. Bila Mummy balik dari marketing, tau aje dia kita orang dah guna. Dia tak marah tapi dia tanya (actually guessing accuse la tu), “hah.. guna pefume Mummy eh….?” I cakap, “spray sikit aje, eh macam mana Mummy tau?”. Mummy bagi warning sign dengan jari telunjuknya.. “hah”. I dengan Wo yang tersenyum guilty lepas tu cepat-cepat lari.. hehe… Sekali sekala, I akan spray perfume Old spice Daddy (adooii..nampak sangat akan betapa retro nya I..), oh I love that 70’s iklan.. and also iklan perfume Charlie’s.. best tau… I ingat lagi iklan Old spice, lagak sorang lelaki surfer pakai short putih tak berbaju, buat somersault with his surferboard and background ombak and as for iklan Charlie tu, perempuan rambut orange bejalan-jalan dengan penuh kegembiraan, kegirangan dan free sambil tu kejap-kejap laki berpusing kepala tengok dia and theme song keep on saying Charlie, Charlie….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila I meningkat remaja, cinta I kepada perfume tak pernah padam. I akan beli yang jenis spray perfume dalam tin, ala yag murah tu. I spray banyak-banyak kat badan or baju tapi frust sebab dalam masa sejam bau dah habis. Al maklum la beli kat supermarket kan. Kelakar bila ingat balik. Bila I dah start kerja, I masih lagi beli perfume dalam tin, mana la mampu nak beli yang mahal-mahal beside tinggal kat Sarawak kita orang tak expose and tempat tinggal pun bukan bandar besar masa tu. Masa tu I tak tau perfume yang branded branded nih. Gradually, I start beli perfume yang dalam botol tapi brand tah apa-apa and pun murah je, made in mana I pun tak pernah perasan tapi bau bunga-bunga rose. Bila pakai je, tak lama kemudian kepada I dah start pusing, pening ala ala mabuk laut. Kadang-kadang both Wo and me would go to supermarket yang ada section perfume eau de toilette (nak menyebut pun tak tau) and I start try and smell a few. Bila bodyshop bukak cawangan kat the only shopping complex (yes the only shopping complex masa tu), kita orang akan masuk sekali sekala and try try bau tapi kadang-kadang jenguk dari luar aje, sebab malu, nak beli tak mampu although it was not expensive. Gaji masa tu tersangat la ciputnya. Sedih pulak ingat kisah dulu-dulu. Tak sanggup nak cerita kisah kisah dulu nih… sedihh oo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night tu, I keluar “date” but more as a friend date with my friend (now my husband ler..). Masa tu tak couple lagi but goodfriend. We would meet up with each other everyday and itu belum lagi termasuk bab-bab bergayut kat telephone lagi. Tapi both of us sudah suka yang mendalam towards each other tapi belum sampai ke tahap cinta. We are so comfortable with each other that, kita orang tak kisah kalau kutuk mengutuk each other tiap kali bejumpa. So anyway, that night or two nights before Christmas, si dia ajak I keluar (both of us masa dating dulu pakai smart-smart, rambut I, siap I set tinggi-tinggi and kembang-kembang ikut time tu hehehe… Sekarang nie kalau dating macam nak pegi pasar malam atau pegi Giant je). On the way to the restaurant, dia suruh I tengok apa kat belakang seat kereta. Dia kata, dia ada beli jersey and suruh I tengok and comment. I pun ambik paper bag and dia suruh I tengok kat dalam. I cakap dalam hati, eh, besarnya kotak siap wrap lagi and then I tanya, eh, jersey dalam kotak and kenapa bau sedap? Dia suruh I bukak wrapping paper tu. I pun obediently bukak and I still tak paham what is he trying to tell me. Bukak aje wrapping paper, I tengok ada tulis Ralph Lauren kat kotak. I tanya balik ada jersey brand Ralph Lauren. Dia tanya, eh tak pernah dengar brand nie ke. And dia suruh I bukak. I bukak aje, I tengok ada perfume Lauren by Ralph Lauren empat segi colour chocolate and a bottle of lotion. I cakap eh.. nie perfume and lotion not your jersey. Dia senyum and cakap, it is for you. I was so shocked. Tak pernah dalam hidup I orang belikan I perfume and branded pulak tu. I cakap thank you thank you banyak kali. I rasa macam nak peluk and cium aje pipi dia sebab excited (bukan sebab stim) but I didn’t do it since he was my boyfriend and we’re just a goodfriend. Kālau dia boyfriend I masa tu pun I tak sanggup nak cium pipi dia yang mengerutu itu wakaka.. jahat I kan..hehehe.. or silap-silap kena tendang keluar dari kereta yang sedang bergerak, mana la tau kan. Well.. beside sifat-sifat wanita ketimuran masih menebal dalam diri I tau….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia tanya lagi, tak pernah ke dengar brand nie. I tipu, I kata ada la jugak but I’m not sure or jarang dengar. Padahal I tak pernah pun dengar. And yes again, that is the biggest surprised and the best gift ever from someone. I pun spray kat tengkuk sikit and I sapu lotion tu sikit-sikit kat tangan I. Oh, harum semerbak. I cium tangan and botol perfume tu non-stop and I couldn’t stop smilling. Dalam kesamaran malam, dalam perjalanan ke restaurant, disimbahi cahaya lampu jalan dan lampu kereta, I lihat senyuman di wajahnya yang sekali sekala menghala ke jalan, senyuman yang tidak dapat I lupakan hingga kini, senyuman malu tersipu-sipu seorang lelaki melayu yang penuh sopan, senyuman yang penuh dengan kepuasan kerana berjaya membuat kejutan besar untuk I, senyuman yang sarat dengan perasaan yang mendalam dan lirikkan mata yang mendamaikan, membuatkan jiwa I resah dan berbunga ria. Dalam diam hati I berbisik sendiri, oh, lelaki ini sungguh hebat dan menawan. And for the first time in my life, I rasa sungguh dihargai. Perasaan sayang dan malu yang bercampur baur perlahan lahan menyelinap di hati I masa tu. Pandai dia beli jiwa I. I tau kisah nie dah lama, but I tak pernah lupa that moment. Antara saat terindah dalam hidup ini... feeling feeling lagi ekeke….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day, kita orang jumpa lagi and dia cakap, seumur hidup dia, dia tak pernah tengok orang suka sangat macam I bila dapat hadiah dari dia. Dia kata, kalau dia tau that I’m that excited dia akan belikan I something that is more special lagi. I kata, hey! that is the best thing anybody ever did or gave me. A few nights later, on New Year’s eve, dia belikan I another perfume, this time Poison by Dior dengan sabun sekali. Memang rasa macam kena racun aje bila I spray kat badan I sebab bau tersangat la kuat and I hate it but I didn’t tell him hehe… From that onward cinta I pada perfume terus berkembang segar hingga sekarang, siang malam lepas mandi I mesti sembur kat badan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Lepas kita orang couple, I bagitau dia malam tu masa dia bagi I that first perfume in his car, I was so excited rasa macam nak cium aje pipi dia. Dia reply, nape tak cium aje, I kata, you gila..haha… &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/7845427292620450927-532390806580500592?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/532390806580500592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=532390806580500592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/532390806580500592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/532390806580500592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/kisah-perfume-pewangi-la-kan.html' title='Kisah Cinta Dengan Perfume La Kan...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XP1JRYaAAxI/TsykEiDM-HI/AAAAAAAABj8/NHv5W-0VrjM/s72-c/perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8296769599363702975</id><published>2011-11-22T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:45:44.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Bola, MCM dan XFactor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petang semalam husband I balik cepat so we decided to watch episode Vampire Diaries yang tertinggal kat tor… Tengah syok-syok tengok tiba-tiba I terbau something yang menyelinap kat hidung I. I pandang dia, dia tengok I dengan penuh tanda tanya, I pegi kat dia, I cium-cium, rasa macam ada bau tapi lepas tu hilang lenyap. A few minutes later, I tercium lagi bau and this time memang betul dari arah dia. I pandang dia balik, dia tanya, kenapa? I cakap, eh, you hidup lagi eh? Ingat dah gone sebab you dah start berbau ahahaha.. Husband I bangun and dengan tesipu-sipu dia cakap dia mungkin terkentut tanpa sedar, yick.. apa la husband I kan… Then kita orang tengok jam, eh bola dah nak start, apa lagi cepat-cepat tukar remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so happy that Malaysia (Harimau Muda) won against Indonesia last night. Actually, I tak ada la tengok sangat sebab kalau I tengok mesti I stress and tak dapat bernafas. I sangat patrotic and I’m glad that sekarang nie kita dah tak macam dulu lagi..dulu boleh la dengan sikap “its ok, tak apa”, but now, kita orang dah tak tahan asyik kena hentam and pijak dengan korang. What have we done that make you guys hate us so much? Nak kata tak bagi bantuan, each time ada kecelakaan kat negara korang, we all la yang the first one to hantar bantuan. And on top of that korang la yang beduyun-duyun cari rezeki kat negara kita orang and still tak puas hati lagi? Apa hal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, sesambil tengok bola, I sempat lagi tengok MasterChef, well..mana boleh tinggal walaupun kekadang I meluat tengok kan.. I don’t know la.. ingat tak I support Chef Riz yang image nya tercalar a week or two ago? I rasakan makin lama I tengok dia, makin hilang integrity dia pada pandangan I. I rasa macam… I don’t know la. Ok enough about it, past is past. Best jugak tengok Ary Malik buat pastry cake etc.. although dia nampak kelam kabut. Maunya tak, kalau I pun mesti macam tu.. Tapi bila la I nak buat eh, aritu bukan main lagi plan nak buat kek la.. niat tu ada tapi alahai, lazy bum nya I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to my kisah bola, masa tendangan penaliti tu I tak tengok, cuma tengok yang the first three aje.  After that I tak tengok tengok dah sebab I can be so emotional and itu belum lagi part suara I menjerit-jerit. Sebelum tu masa pejaga gol dorang dapat tangkap bola masa tendangan penaliti, I siap hentak meja lagi…hah engkau, so I decided baik la I mandi tu cool off kan.. Masa tengah bermandi manda tu I dengar dari flat kat sebelah sana, orang dah menjerit-jerit and siap ada bunga api meletup-letup. Then husband I datang dengan tersenyum lebar and bagitau Malaysia menang.. I was so happy tapi frust sebab I tak tengok saat-saat itu nevertheless I’m so gumbira ria. Congrats to Harimau Muda.. Masa lagu Negaraku hendak dinyanyikan, I siap bangun and bila husband I tengok I bangun dia pun bangun sekali. And I, I…. menyanyi dengan penuh semangat lagu Negaraku siap ada soprano dan alto keluar sekali ehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Habis bola, switched remote lagi sekali and tengok result The X-Factor US first season. Husband I dah agak dah siapa bottom two and as for me, I thought kumpulan Lakoda Rayne sebab last week dorang bottom two with Stereo Hogz. Tapi rupa-rupanya Stacy Francis and Brian “Astro” Bradley. But we all dah agak, mesti Stacy Francis akan tekeluar and memang pun but Astro nie, OMG belagaknya budak seekor nih.. tak padan dengan umur baru 14 tahun. Masa peringkat pemilihan dulu, I dengan husband I cakap, jangan la budak nie terpilih sebab tersangatnya cocky and big headed. And malam tadi dia dah menunjukkan belang nie yang memang dah berbelang pun. Dia punya mentor L.A Reid siap bagi dia warning lagi and Simon apalagi, hentam dia sampai dia menangis. Padan muka, somebody should put him in his place. Perasan la sangat sampai siap cakap tak nak nyanyi sebab dia bottom two. Dia memang la talented and wrote his own hip hop lyric but then kalau asyik genre tu one dimension siapa tak bosan kan… Lagipun dia cocky… Nasib baik Simon, L. A. Reid and Paula vote him to stay masa final showdown between dia and Stacy. Mintak-mintak next week si arrogant nie kena buang.&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/7845427292620450927-8296769599363702975?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8296769599363702975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8296769599363702975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8296769599363702975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8296769599363702975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/bola-mcm-dan-xfactor.html' title='Bola, MCM dan XFactor'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3077272164202072559</id><published>2011-11-16T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:45:07.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Popcorn dan Periuk Belanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzFw28cBibI/TsNcyTTL9AI/AAAAAAAABjk/IdhRvp3JRXg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675481974660920322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzFw28cBibI/TsNcyTTL9AI/AAAAAAAABjk/IdhRvp3JRXg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, dua hari lepas husband I berjaya membelikan popcorn ala ala gourmet yang kononnya menjadi igauan I itu. Dia beli perasa butter, caramel and the other two yang mix tu dia tak ingat. He also bought me air Gong Cha ke apa tah nama tak ingat. Well.. to me popcorn nie tak ada la sedap mana. Yang butter tu rasa dah lemau and liat-liat. Yang caramel tu ok la masih keras same goes yang campur-campur tu. It is not what I expect, ingatkan sedap giler but biasa je. I don’t think so I will berkeinginan anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7paKRgumc9M/TsNcqAuXCAI/AAAAAAAABjY/1aEZIZmB4NQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675481832235665410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7paKRgumc9M/TsNcqAuXCAI/AAAAAAAABjY/1aEZIZmB4NQ/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, husband I bawak balik a few tefal pans which was a big surprised to me. I nak gelak pun ada jugak tengok sizes of the pans, ada satu tu sama aja size except for the label, satu label merah and satu label biru tapi brand yang sama. Sebelum tu both of us dah plan nak beli sama-sama. Nak tukar periuk belanga yang lama to a new one sebab nampak dah uzur sangat. I can’t remember when was the last time we bought the old periuk periuk belanga itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband I tanya a few times whether I like it or that dia akan tambah-tambah mana yang tak cukup. Dia takut I tak suka. I kata ok la and offcourse I like it. Dia kata nanti dia nak cari yang bertangkai on both side. I have no complaint in fact I’m quite touch. He always try his best to impress me. Husband I selalu buat benda yang unexpected but in a cute way…&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/7845427292620450927-3077272164202072559?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3077272164202072559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3077272164202072559&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3077272164202072559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3077272164202072559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/popcorn-dan-periuk-belanga.html' title='Popcorn dan Periuk Belanga'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzFw28cBibI/TsNcyTTL9AI/AAAAAAAABjk/IdhRvp3JRXg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5102877626292005413</id><published>2011-11-14T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:25:50.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS8WaU5585s/TsEvzs7eAOI/AAAAAAAABi0/QZy40HTlk04/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674869570743959778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS8WaU5585s/TsEvzs7eAOI/AAAAAAAABi0/QZy40HTlk04/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend, Friday and Saturday both of us berturut-turut ke KLCC.. Friday evening to sebab husband I ajak berbuka kat Madam Kwan. Dia kesian tengok I asyik masak hari-hari. Lagipun dia nak belikan I buku sebab due date of getting discount kalau semua dah kena stamp dekat kad Kinokuniya was by the end of this November. Kita orang selalu lupa nak guna kad kinokuniya yang lepas-lepas. We came just in time for my berbuka but bila waitress tu hantar air, I terus minum sebab lupa yang I puasa. Tiba-tiba I teringat, eh dah masuk time ke. I tengok jam macam 5 minit lagi nak berbuka but my husband assured me that dah masuk, I was hesitate and rasa macam tak sure aje. But its ok la.. God knows that I tak sengaja. Both of us order Nasi Bojari, as I don’t know what else to order. Menu sama aje, tak berubah dari dulu sampai sekarang. How I wish they added more menu so that we will have other selection. I makan tak habis pun. Oh I order wonton soup and itupun tak habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas makan terus I pegi Kinokuniya andhusband I pegi ke kedai sport. I masuk aje, something caught my eyes. The book was called Hotshots. The book is about 40 years of great news images by newspaper The Star/photographers. Terus I melekat kat situ and belek-belek. I sungguh tertarik kat buku tu, rasa nostalgia pun ada browsing through the pictures and reading the story that comes with it. After that I went around and select a few books. I sungguh gembira rasa macam nak tinggal je kat kedai buku kalau boleh. Husband I tak beli apa-apa buku as usual, dah puas I pujuk-pujuk and telling him the benefit of reading but to no avail. Yes, Kadang-kadang sakit hati I sebab it’s knowledge. And I want him to read what I read so that we can discuss about it and I want to know or hear his point of view. Alasan dia, dia dah puas baca buku masa sekolah dulu. Apa punya alasan. Itu belum lagi part dia belagak cakap dalam sejam dia boleh habis baca satu buku tebal, nyampah I, pegang buku pun I tak pernah tengok ada hati nak cakap besar. Bila I cakap sudah la…, mula la tersengih dengan muka tak malu. Sungguh cocky kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas I capai a few, husband I suruh tambah lagi, I kata tak apa la. Sometime husband I akan recommend I a few books after dia baca narrative kat belakang. Sometime ada a few books yang I hesitate nak beli ke tak nak,I akan letak balik and I saw my husband, pandang I and akan ambik senyap-senyap and hide behind his back which he always did. And I will pretend that I don’t know what he’s doing (but I guess sometime he knows that I know). That is sort of our manja-manja “game”. Then he would ask me to hand over any book that I have chose and cepat-cepat nak pegi bayar. Then he told me to walk around while waiting for him to pay and choose more books. I akan tanya kenapa nak bayar or pegi dua tiga kali kat counter and he would say it’s ok. When we done with our book shopping, he would hand me the plastic containing the books and asked me to look inside. I would be “surprised” and would thank him profusely. There would be a twinkle in his eyes and a smile of excited, that he managed to do something special for me. This sort of thing, his way of showing and shower me with much attention, even if it is just a books, are the thing that makes me fall in love again and again with him… (melodramatic la pulak kan…). So anyway, since there’s a gift of RM50 of the coupon because we managed to get it all stamped up from buying the books, I pun teringat the Hotshots book that I saw when I first came in just now. Sungguh sesuai untuk dijadikan coffee table book but I think I’m going to put in my bookshelf je. So I grabbed it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we mingled a little bit and saw there’s a candy shop kat ground floor. Apalagi terus masuk tapi I tak ada la beli banyak-banyak, just a few aje sebab takut la kena diabetes beside Mummy ada and chances of me getting it is very high since I suka makan junk food manis-manis nih. Mintak di jauh Tuhan. Then next to the candy shop tu ada kedai popcorn jual macam gourmet style. I remember, this is the popcorn that was recommended by Oprah in one of her special segment show about things that she love and like to share. Kita orang tengok kat counter dah macam tak ada apa-apa. Bila tanya kat girl yang kerja kat situ, dia kata dah habis. Frust je. After a while, we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew3fanltSq4/TsEvtXcmXlI/AAAAAAAABio/Ph1CHtqpBOQ/s1600/hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674869461898124882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ew3fanltSq4/TsEvtXcmXlI/AAAAAAAABio/Ph1CHtqpBOQ/s400/hs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ingat nak pegi FRIM Kepong since ada acara kebudayaan kat situ. I ingat nak ambik-ambik gambar and experience something new. Furthermore, lama dah nak ke situ but asyik tangguh je. Husband I kata, mesti hujan since this past week kejap-kejap hujan. And pikir balik, iye la kan and beside its quite far. Next time la pegi situ. Then husband I ajak pegi KLCC balik sebab dia nak belikan that gourmet popcorn and I decided to bring along my camera. Beside it is almost our lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai situ terus cadang pegi makan dulu. We don’t know what we want to eat. Asyik benda yang sama aje, kalau tak Madam Kwan mesti Little Penang. So that Saturday we decided to try kat Restaurant Indonesia called Bumbu Desa that we always pass by but never stop. Nampak macam ramai orang aje and food display dari jauh nampak macam sedap je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk je, I dah tertarik with the interior yang sungguh Indon itu. I jalan-jalan tengok food display. I understand that, that is not for buffet but kalau kita ndak, we can either pointed out of which we want or order from the menu and they will heated it up for us. Kira separuh masak la yang display tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara tunggu food sampai, I snap a few pics around and the waiter was kind enough to show me around and told me what is the right angle to snap. I bet lots of people datang and snap-snap gambar kat dalam so that is why he/they know which spot or patung-patung that is worth taking/snaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bila food sampai, both of us cepat-cepat makan as we are hungry. Food wise.. mmm.. it was totally different from ours. To me our Malaysian food is much better, delicious, rich and flavourable then theirs. I’m not bias but maybe I’m not use to their food. Rasa makanan dorang, ada masam, manis dan masin tapi cair and not much to desire. I don’t like it at all. Like I said, maybe I’m not to use to their taste. And I’m sure dorang pun kalau first time makan kat our restaurant kita pun tak suka agaknya. But we went to the Indonesia restaurant (not their branch) when my husband worked in Singapore before and I think it was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lepas makan, husband I tanya, lapar lagi ke. I told him I’m ok. We walked around and I snap a few pictures around. We went to check out the popcorn shop and well.. tutup la pulak. Husband I cakap mesti kena investigate. Pandai la dia buat assumptions. Then I tengok panjangnya queue kat tempat orang jual air just in front of it. I pun join in sekali sebab curious nak taste… I bought two drinks and it was so delicious.. apa tah nama kedai tu, Gong Cha if I’m not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I told my husband that I nak beli a lot of lock and lock plastic container to put all my spices sebab all this while, all my spices was not on the same container sizes and not in the right order, macam disarrayed aje. We went home to put our stuff/my camera as I don’t want to get the attention, kang orang ingat reporter mana nak buat liputan kat Careffour. We shop for our spices too. After a while, we went back.. husband I suruh I pegi spa, I told him I malas la. I nak mandi and etc. Sebenarnya I was so excited and can’t wait to revamp my spices look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on, Sunday which was yesterday. Both of us tak keluar and I masak rendang ayam and kuah lodeh. Husband I beli lemang and ketupat kat luar. Macam Hari Raya aje kan. So itu la kisah our weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5102877626292005413?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5102877626292005413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5102877626292005413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5102877626292005413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5102877626292005413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lS8WaU5585s/TsEvzs7eAOI/AAAAAAAABi0/QZy40HTlk04/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4587764043149951475</id><published>2011-11-12T23:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:42:33.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yeEBBFTnTGE/Tr6YDD1qd4I/AAAAAAAABic/13-H39dpbO0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674139758870820738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yeEBBFTnTGE/Tr6YDD1qd4I/AAAAAAAABic/13-H39dpbO0/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu I ingat nak masak makanan berbuka macam biasa but husband I called from the office and ajak makan Steak kat Tony Roma’s. Apparently husband I lama dah ajak makan steak but since lidah I yang agak “local” ini merasakan berbuka dengan nasi serta lauk atau mee adalah lebih mengenyangkan dan menyelerakan. Lagipun puas hati and lepas tu boleh relax tengok tv but since husband I lama dah hint for the last 2, 3 weeks, I feel that it is not fair for me ikut selera I although I yang berpuasa, kena la give and take. So I kata ok la.. Dia balik kerja terus both of us pegi situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai kat Pavillion, I teringin nak buang air kecil, sebenarnya tak ada la nak sangat but since dah jadi habit so cari la toilet.. Husband I kata kat bawah, I kata la kenapa tak cakap, nie dah naik escalator. Jalan-jalan kat atas, I cakap jom turun bawah since I saw an escalator kat depan mata, husband I kata nevermind kat hujung tu ada toilet. Mula la I mengomel, I kata mana ada, dia insist kata ada.. sampai kat hujung nun di sana, hati dah berapi sebab dah la penat and puasa-puasa nie asyik nak naik angin semacam, especially bila nak dekat time berbuka… cubaan betul. Sampai kat hujung, tertulis kat depan pintu nak masuk ke toilet “Khas untuk VIP”. I apalagi melenting la.. I jeling husband I macam nak telan dia, dia sengih-sengih and try to say something, I kata shut up (dengan suara perlahan) and don’t say a word. Wah, kakak nie kalau marah tiba-tiba speaking London..kan.. hah ambik kau. Husband I sengih-sengih (he knows I don’t mean it) sebab tau dia salah, I terus jalan laju kat depan.. Masa turun kat escalator, dia nak cakap lagi, I kata shut up but this time I couldn’t stand it anymore and giggling sebab I dah tak tahan tengok wajah syurga I itu sibuk nak explain and terjengau-jengau cari tanda toilet, kejap-kejap dia cakap, itu dia sign toilet, I kata bukan, itu sign nak naik lift. Nampak I gelak, apalagi dia ketawa dengan sungguh exaggerate…nyampah I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turun bawah, cepat-cepat I masuk toilet sebab takut terlambat nak berbuka nanti. On the way nak basuh tangan, I perasan ada pompuan rambut colour orange, macam colour rambut Horatio (CSI Miami) pandang I masa I tengah basuh tangan and then masa I tengah peratikan diri kat cermin besar. Tiba-tiba dia kata, eh… kat I, I pandang muka dia, rupa-rupanya my cousin yang dah lama I tak jumpa. I was surprised and I asked her what is she doing here. Dia kata dia kerja kat atas and dia sebut nama boutique tu. And dia speaking dengan I with slang omputih yang semacam and when her R is pelat I rasa a bit pelik. But I ingat-ingat lupa when we were back home, her parents speak to her in English with a Chinese slang and a mix of iban, furthermore her father (my uncle by marriage) is a chinese. And I try to remember when was the last time I talked to her and I realised we only say hi and bye beside our age gap is 10 years. So you see, there’s not much to share about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-790gG3vqJXo/Tr6X_45I-eI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xn5Pk9b6nYs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674139704393005538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-790gG3vqJXo/Tr6X_45I-eI/AAAAAAAABiQ/xn5Pk9b6nYs/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I pun tanya how’s her family because I happened to meet her by chance about 10 years ago when she was on a holiday with her husband and children at Sg Wang. She sounds surprised and tanya I, didn’t my younger sister tell me, I cakap I tak bercakap dengan dia. Dia kata dia dah separated from her husband and the childrens is with her husband but will move with her soon and I don’t know whether her estranged husband join sekali, I didn’t ask in details. I’m not going to elaborate or tell you guys how he got married to her estranged husband or her personal life before she met him because it is none of my business. But I do want to tell you that her mother and her others sisters (my dad’s three sisters) were not happy when I was about to marry my husband because he is a malay and offcourse muslim and my conversion. Anyway, itu kisah lama and tak ada la dorang menentang habis-habisan cuma dorang cakap kat Mummy je not to me (only one of my other auntie did mentioned to me once). Bila Mummy cakap kat I, I smiled and said, Mummy dorang ada anak, we shall see.. tu aje comment I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of the toilet, she met my husband who was waiting for me, I cakap kat husband I, look its (my cousin’s name), remember? We went to their house during Christmas and she played a Christmas’s song with her keyboard to us. My husband smiled and say hi to her. Oh.. she said, I tak berubah and masih macam dulu lagi and that I kurus..muehehe.. (suka la I..). Before we parted from each other, we exchanged phone number and I do know we wouldn’t be contacting each other any time soon as we are not close and I’m sure if we happen to talk, there wouldn’t be anything to talk about. I love her, I do she is my cousin although she was adopted when she was a few days old. But to me she’s my flesh and blood cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, we ordered from the menu immediately when we got our sit at Tony Roma’s. I ordered short rib sebab masa tengok kat internet macam enticing aje. Husband I order ribs and steak. While waiting for our food to come, I cerita sikit-sikit to my husband pasal dia and that I don’t really know much about her life. Like I said, I tak campur and I’m interested to know about other people’s life. Bila food sampai, both of us makan sesuap dua and exchanged because I like his and he likes mine. Lepas makan, both of us passed by Sticky Candy and decided to make a stop and bought one bottled of mix sticky candy there. Then we went to the supermarket to do a little bit of marketing. On the way back, we bought a few sticks of chakoi and fresh soyabean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day, Wo called me up to tell me that our auntie (my dad’s second cousin) from sabah(whom we tak kenal sebab kecik lagi masa tu but had been staying with us before), wants to meet up with us since she is in KL visiting her children. Wo said she couldn’t make it and I pun tak nak la jumpa kalau Wo tak dapat datang sama kan. I kan pemalu (eceh ceh…) and I’m sure I akan kaku and clumsy nanti. Kalau ada Wo at least I tak segan. I do want to meet her and I hope umur panjang I will definetly meet her someday. At first, I malas nak bagitau Wo about my meeting with our cousin but since she is my only link to any gossip or story back home, I told her about my meeting with the cousin. Wo pun story story pasal her latest news which came as a surprised to me. And Wo said Wo pernah terbaca about her status etc. kat facebook before she make it a private. Well.. what can I say, that is her life and the main thing is.. as long as she’s happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is funny sometime... and no, I don't hold any grudge on them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4587764043149951475?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4587764043149951475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4587764043149951475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4587764043149951475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4587764043149951475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/update_12.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yeEBBFTnTGE/Tr6YDD1qd4I/AAAAAAAABic/13-H39dpbO0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4014721658407456572</id><published>2011-11-11T14:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:38:37.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>MasterChef Malaysia La Kan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwuBXMF9mpU/TrzABtkWKfI/AAAAAAAABiE/RQ4AVe2mdRk/s1600/MasterChef_Malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673620766224427506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwuBXMF9mpU/TrzABtkWKfI/AAAAAAAABiE/RQ4AVe2mdRk/s400/MasterChef_Malaysia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I antara peminat setia masterchef Malaysia yang sedang keudaraan sekarang ini. I tak pernah miss dari episode pertama (except yang 5 mins) until now. Dari mula-mula bersiaran lagi I dah suka, although ramai yang kutuk-kutuk program nie. Pada I best apa, although tidak mencapai standard I or should I say masih di tahap tidak memuaskan when in comes to the challenge when they were supposed to cook something but still given a resepi yang diberi. Although (banyaknya guna perkataan although) sukatan tak diberi but still bahan-bahan diberi dalam resepi which is unfair when compared to the US punya version. I think as someone who has a passion in cooking, their taste palate should know better and automatically dah boleh tau whats is the ingredients in the dish/meal yang disediakan. Oh yeah, the kitchen was impressive to me and I love that, the jury are very particular about the kebersihan and how they prepared their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have a clear favourites, I support budak-budak muda such as Danial, Amir and Saiful. Being that young and still managed to produce a good quality of food is a talent and gifted to me. As for yang dah berusia tu, I guess they learn from experienced. I tidak menidakkan kebolehan yang dah berumur itu and I know the more experienced the better they can be and offcourse talent is playing a big role in it. But I still go for the younger generation. Imagine… 10 years from now, people like Danial or Amir will be more and excellent or should I say brilliant chef. I can’t wait to see them during that time, kalau I hidup lagi la. I just hope jangan la dorang ni jadi penagih dadah, putar alam or tukang kongkek atau kena kongkek dengan perempuan atau lelaki kan. But pada I yang membuatkan cerita nie menarik was because all of them came from a different background and also kerja. But yet the managed to cook some of the most amazing food around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok part yang seterusnya, I nak kutuk pasal contestants pulak. Here’s the thing, this is a competition. Yang korang nangis-nangis bila orang tu kena eliminated, apahal? Nak nangis boleh but berpada la kan, especially si Emelda tu and also some of the contestant. Sorry Em, if you read this. I love you girl. Siap kena guna inhaler lagi adeihh. I know you feeling-feeling sebab they are your good and close friend but like I said, please don’t deviate yourself from the real reason why you masuk masterchef nie, it is because you want to win. That’s all.. fullstop! Korang patut suka kalau your competitor tu dah blah. Tak payah nak buat kisah sedih or classic black and white movie. I don’t know, maybe I’m the coldhearted kinda person or should I say heartless?? Err..sapa la yang selalu cari tissue paper bila tengok movie yang merana-rana (pointing at myself hehe…). But then again maybe the situation was so tense that they tend to be emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next, still nak kutuk contestant nie. First and foremost don’t try to be the saviour or the one that took the blame for other people or everybody. Tak payah nak gentlemen-gentlemen or kekonon honest nak tunjuk “hero”. Why do you want to put yourself in a chopping block or danger. The best thing is senyap aje unless jury tu call your name and told you about your mistake, otherwise senyap je la. Don’t call the unnecessary attention to yourself. Part nie memang buat I betul-betul menyampah. I sungguh-sungguh meluat tau. I don’t know why la korang macam tu, maybe typical Malaysian punya character/attitude ke or maybe I yang selfish ke... nevertherless..I stand by with my view and believe. Everyone for him or herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok next about the jury. Dalam tiga jury kat situ paling I suka sekali offcourse Papa Joe. He is my favourites. Reason? Because dia sangat cool, cara dia bercakap memang macam hero ala-ala smooth talker and grandfatherly. He is such a calm person. I wish he was my father or my grandpa or even my uncle. And the way he dress up, sungguh kemas dan berkarisma. Cara dia berkerja dan ketelitiannya itu, sungguh hebat. I memang respect Papa Joe. He is someone that I look up. Chef Zubir..hmm.. Chef Zubir, what can I say about Chef Zubir. He’s ok but I don’t like the way he talk or when explaining to the contestant. Telinga I sakit la, dia cakap dengan gaya or tone yang menekan and sometime, he makes them like they are from a special school, you get what I mean, cakap slow-slow macam guru besar? Macam cakap dengan murid-murid tadika pun yea jugak. Gaya classic pun ada jugak. Chef Riz..hmm.. I don’t know whose his fashion consultant. I just can’t believe that he or Astro Ria would let him get away with that style. I wish someone would tell him or what kind of a fashion statement did he try to make? And I wish I jadi dia punya fashion consultant and I’m pretty sure I know how to dress him up. But I suka cara penyampaian or cara dia bercakap. He is as cool and smart as Papa Joe. He knows what he’s talking about and knows his food well. He is one of my favourite too. But, ada but jugak… the recent event sungguh memalukan and I siap berdebat hebat dengan husband I pasal kes tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Chef Riz has let me down in a way. I bukan main lagi mempertahankan dia and I can’t believe that he’s actually go that far and sanggup lagi mempertahankan his cv’s and statement before that. I cakap kat husband I, he is not that stupid to lie over something serious like this, husband I cakap pulak well.. he is, because why would the people kat tempat dia berkerja kat NY denied his claim. I cakap maybe orang dengki kat dia and tengok la he even defend his claim. Husband I cakap, people do anything to lie to get what they want. I cakap we’ll see what his father has to say tomorrow (we argued two nights ago sampai tidur dekat pukul 2.00am berdebat pasal kes tu, dengan mata pejam-pejam atas katil, lampu dah tutup masa tu, nak tidurkan). I siap pointed my finger to my husband, I cakap lagi, whatever it is, I put myself in Chef Riz’s shoes and that he has the same thinking or principal like I do..and I believe him. And look where did it get me? Finally, dia mengaku and his dad pun tak support what he had done. Didn’t he know that once he’s a well known figure, people will try to dig (mostly the bad stuff) everything about him? Especially orang-orang yang dengki kat dia or someone close to him. That is why, it is best to come up clean rather than try to defend (at first) or that don’t lie or cheat if you know that you are going to be famous or that having someone famous in your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kerja petang semalam, I read Chef Wan’s fb statement to my husband. He look at me, smile and said.. betul tak dia cakap. I kata yea yea.. sambil menjeling tajam kat dia. I was so disappointed at Chef Riz nie but I still support him and I don’t hate him at all in fact I felt sorry for him, mesti embarrassed besar and sure ada yang make fun of him. I hope he or anybody yang nak famous or tengah famous, terus terang aje kalau orang tanya about your past or benda-benda sensitive or what have you done before or don’t try to defend it, if it is a lie. He is just a human being, like you and me. We make/made mistake or make a wrong judgement everynow and then. We learned from it and hope we wouldn’t do the same mistake again. But if we do, we pick ourself up and Chef Riz, held your head high and don’t worry what other people think of you. If they want to say something nasty to or about you, let them be. That is their issue not you. My thought of you before and after the “incident” never change or waiver. As far as I’m concern and many more people out there, we still on your side all through the way. Let’s move on Chef Riz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, on the food, tengok contestant nie masak, terus bersemangat I nak try resepi-resepi dorang and kejap-kejap telan air liur je. Tak lama lagi ada la I start nak hias-hias makanan bagai wakaka… Tapikan best la dorang masak, so creative and food presentation wise, menarik. I salute you guys. And I wish I jadi food taster/tester kat situ, kira represent the people la kan.. but this kakak tak boleh la makan makanan yang pedas and masam. Demand la pulak wakaka… Oh yeah, before I forget to mention, I suka la dorang nie semua cakap bahasa melayu tak kira cina ke india, macam sedap je. Sungguh menarik di dengar dan bahasa yang digunakan kadang-kadang ala-ala puitis. So anyway, good luck to all of you that are still in the show..ahak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4014721658407456572?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4014721658407456572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4014721658407456572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4014721658407456572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4014721658407456572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/masterchef-malaysia-la-kan.html' title='MasterChef Malaysia La Kan....'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KwuBXMF9mpU/TrzABtkWKfI/AAAAAAAABiE/RQ4AVe2mdRk/s72-c/MasterChef_Malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8518993714595948593</id><published>2011-11-10T15:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:34:25.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ke Muzium Negara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC48OTwn-Rg/Trt8tPrNvNI/AAAAAAAABh4/13JkS7tW52s/s1600/nm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673265272347016402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC48OTwn-Rg/Trt8tPrNvNI/AAAAAAAABh4/13JkS7tW52s/s400/nm1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, this pasangan season went to our National Museum. Since we haven’t had anything to eat from the morning, we decided to have our lunch in that place. At first, we thought we’re gonna have our lunch outside, hati sudah tak sedap sebab mesti panas and berpeluh but thanks God, there is an air condition section kat dalam. The food was not bad but quite pricey. Minuman pun mahal. I told my husband, mesti sebab the rent is expensive, husband I kata tak ada la sebab kerajaan punya, takan nak charge rent mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this is not the first time that I went to our National Museum. The first time was when I first came her with my then BF (now husband ler), when he wants to introduce me to his family. The second time was when I brought my sister and my cute darling niece Abby. After that, we didn’t go there for about 15 years, until now. Oh yeah, sebelum both of us ke situ, ada acara perdebatan la kan.. dia kata entry ticket is RM20.00. I kata mana ada, government tak charge mahal and it is for public. Dengan penuh confident beliau cuba mematahkan hujah I. I suruh dia call pihak muzium, call a few times but nobody seems to be working or keluar lunch. Next day tu, he went to buy the ticket, I went around and snap snap kat luar. When he came over, I tanya, berapa harga ticket.. dengan tersipu-sipu malu si comel itu cakap RM2.. you should see his face and the smile penuh belagak kat muka I.. ehehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAxLxeyup6E/Trt8oGkaHMI/AAAAAAAABhs/30Q1wxWPoiQ/s1600/nm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673265184003202242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAxLxeyup6E/Trt8oGkaHMI/AAAAAAAABhs/30Q1wxWPoiQ/s400/nm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masuk aje kat muzium nie, si pengomel dah complaint kata tempat kecik la, etc.. I cakap, they didn’t plan it when they first built it, maybe tanah/space limited and maybe they didn’t realised how important it was for the future generation, maybe, maybe ahh this is just my point of view. Pepandai la I bagi reason kan. Anyway, I love our museum or any museum in the world.. I suka pegi.. I don’t know why. Si pegomel I nie asyik tak puas hati dengan semua benda, sometime I wonder why is he so unhappy over something as remeh as this? He wouldn’t be enjoy anything if he kept on see things in a negative way kan? But dia tak pernah complaint pasal I or whatever I do. Complaint la I kalau berani.. kalau rasa ilmu ketahanan diri serta mental tu kuat wakaka…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1a6EYYLmM/Trt8jti-9jI/AAAAAAAABhg/PJjCAgShFkw/s1600/nm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673265108566865458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1a6EYYLmM/Trt8jti-9jI/AAAAAAAABhg/PJjCAgShFkw/s400/nm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I love going to any museum and I was so happy beside I need to go back to my photography world that I’ve neglected for such a long time.. So sibuk la I snap gambar sana sini and si kekasih I itu pun sibuk ler nak snap gambar I. Hey, a photographer also needs her pictures to be taken in action.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was kind of worried that the pictures that I took wouldn’t come out well due to the lighting beside I didn’t play with it for quite sometime but when I uploaded it, I was surprised that it turned out to look well and in fact beyond my expectation. I’m not saying that I’m satisfied with my work, I’m not, but I felt relieved as I have no hope that it would look that good. Ok enough about me memuji diri sendiri ini ehek… So sampai kat section sang pengkhianat komunis, I cakap kat husband I dengan penuh berkobar-kobar betapa hinanya perangai dorang nie, husband I senyum-senyum je kat I. Well..apa nak buat semangat patriotic I sungguh membara di dalam jiwa raga ini although I was not born during the komunis era kan. It is good that the muzium and the government instill this thing to the new generation because I tengok kebanyakkan generasi muda sekarang nie tak ada atau kurang semangat nasionalisme nya. Wah, as usual mesti I emo kan, kalau bab-bab tentang negara I yang tercinta atau bahasa manjanya terchenta ini..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0YrkzmamNM/Trt8Y3xh9GI/AAAAAAAABhU/zNZpjw8AuSo/s1600/nm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673264922333672546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0YrkzmamNM/Trt8Y3xh9GI/AAAAAAAABhU/zNZpjw8AuSo/s400/nm4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to another section of the building, pameran khas pasal kapal karam punya peninggalan. Ingatkan free, rupa-rupanya kena bayar RM3. As for pelancong luar, dorang kena bayar RM8. Ingatkan besar, masuk je.. alahai macam dewan sekolah tadika je… kecik tau. Dalam hati I cakap, tak apa la as long as isinya menarik. But it was kinda disappointed sebab asyik-asyik pinggan mangkuk yang pecah-pecah je banyak. Not much or many to see… I was not happy about it.. Husband I kata, with this kind of exhibition patutnya entrance free je siap muka masam muncung-muncung lagi. On the way out kat luar guest book siap la I tulis tak puas hati on the exhibition.. si pengomel kat sebelah itu pun bukan main suka lagi kalau part-part negative nie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we went back… sekian kisah sehari di Muzium Negara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Nanti kalau I dah update gambar-gambar kat flickr I akan bagitau.. &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/7845427292620450927-8518993714595948593?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8518993714595948593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8518993714595948593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8518993714595948593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8518993714595948593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/ke-muzium-negara.html' title='Ke Muzium Negara'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kC48OTwn-Rg/Trt8tPrNvNI/AAAAAAAABh4/13JkS7tW52s/s72-c/nm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3620977755078586854</id><published>2011-11-05T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:42:55.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5dJ-kM80Vs/TrVD2g2m-eI/AAAAAAAABg8/_w-IkVuHdH4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671513909553986018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5dJ-kM80Vs/TrVD2g2m-eI/AAAAAAAABg8/_w-IkVuHdH4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things that had happened in my life these past few weeks. Tak ada la interesting mana but still there is a memory. Firstly, I continue balik with my fasting until now although puasa ganti dah lama habis. Itu je jalan I nak kurus selain untuk jaga kesihatan. Beside I tak payah la susah-susah nak masak tengahari, husband I pun tak balik lunch sebab dia nak balik kerja cepat and dia pun nak kuruskan badan, which I think will never happen sebab gendutan perutnya itu is ireversable haha. And other reason is offcourse I nak dapat pahala. Lagipun I tak ada bergossip or kutuk-kutuk orang. I kan sorang-sorang je kat rumah and I tak suka keluar berpelesaran tanpa tuju arah and without my husband. Facebook pun I tak masuk. So chances nak buat extra dosa tu is nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few weeks, I went out and did my snapping around. My first in such a long time. Nanti I update gambar and cerita sikit. I dah type halfway tapi tak habis lagi. I don’t know why sekarang nie masa makin lama makin tak cukup untuk I. Banyak benda I nak kena buat.. I mengemaskinikan/menyusun barangan dan peralatan dapur, cuci-cuci icebox, buang barangan yang dah outdated/expired. Sekarang tengah dalam process menyusun balik baju-baju dan baju yang tak pakai letak kat bilik lain. I’m so happy because project mengemas I berjalan dengan lancar. I buat sikit-sikit, day by day, tak nak rushing sebab I kan puasa.. alahai manjanya alasan kan hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa hari cuti deepavali, Aida and family buat open house kat rumah sewa dorang. They sold their condo about a few months ago and move to that rented house sebab dorang dah beli rumah lain kat another area. The house that they bought will be ready by next year. Mula-mula ingat nak pakai baju kurung but husband I cakap pakai je jean and t-shirt. Sampai kat rumah dorang, alamak, I sorang je minah rock, orang lain semua pakai baju kurung.. membebel la kejap kat husband I, malu la kan.. Nasib baik anak buah husband I punya wife pun pakai jeans but as usual I’m the only one yang tak pakai tudung wakaka.. pinjam tudung Aida masa baca doa selamat. Don’t ask me when I akan pakai.. this kakak memang tak sedar sedar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the 28th October, Aiza (adik Aida) gave birth to a healthy baby boy.. Bertambah lagi cucu saudara kita orang.. I’m so happy because baby and mother selamat.. Ingat lagi masa Aiza kecik-kecik, garang bukan main lagi makcik tu and as usual suka nyanyi. And sekarang dah ada anak sendiri.. macam tak percaya because she kinda grew up in front of my eyes. I’m sure she and her husband will be a good parents to their son just like her parents to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, finally all of us (excluding Aiza and her husband) went to have our long awaited dim sum feast at Quality Hotel’s Chinese restaurant. We arrived early, 9.30am almost all of us dah ada kat situ. So acara belasah membelasah pun bermula. Kalau makan berdua tak best tapi kalau makan ramai-ramai suddenly berselera betul I. Banyak jugak yang I makan. It was a wonderful eating/outing with the family. Lepas makan, we decided to go to Jln TAR sebab I nak cari telekung yang tertangguh dari aritu lagi. I suruh husband I stop kat tepi and I cepat-cepat pegi beli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I didn’t realise that my blog nie dah berusia dua tahun on the 27th October aritu. Happy birthday to my blog and by far this is the longest and yang paling lama bertahan dalam sejarah blogging I. I hope it will last for as long it can go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Aidil Adha… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3620977755078586854?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3620977755078586854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3620977755078586854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3620977755078586854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3620977755078586854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5dJ-kM80Vs/TrVD2g2m-eI/AAAAAAAABg8/_w-IkVuHdH4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4615124921337014807</id><published>2011-10-13T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:23:50.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Penggaru Itu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umhWiYuYn0A/TpcI9c7c4HI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hcx30VyjSo8/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663004908272279666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umhWiYuYn0A/TpcI9c7c4HI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hcx30VyjSo8/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, belakang husband I sentiasa gatal. Nak kata dia bersandar kat benda- benda miang tak pernah pun I nampak. Nak kata nyamuk gigit pun tak ada jugak. Apa yang pasti dia asyik mengaru-garu belakangnya tanpa sebab. Dia selalu suruh I check kalau ada merah ke bengkak tapi bila I tengok tak ada apa-apa pun. Kadang-kadang dia cari bucu dinding yang strategic bagi mengasah belakangnya itu. Bila dia dah mula menunjalkan belakang dia, kening sebelah akan terangkat macam kening Mr Bean je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak tau bila beliau mula menggunakan atau membeli penggaru belakang. I tak ingat bila tapi satu hari tu tiba-tiba I tengok dia bawak balik penggaru kayu yang dia beli entah dimana. Or was it, dia beli masa sama-sama dengan I?, I kurang pasti. Tapi yang I pasti, sejak dari haritu kemana-mana beliau pegi dalam rumah mesti ada penggaru kayu tu bersamanya. I mula-mula tengok macam kelakar aje, macam orang tua (err..bukan dia or both of us dah tua ke? Wakaka..) or macam taukey cina kat kedai kopi aje. One day tu dia complaint, dia kata penggaru kayu nie tak sedap la, keras la, sakitkan belakang dia la.. Dia kata dia nak cari yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, dia balik bersama dengan penggaru plastic. Dengan penuh bangga, masa dia baru balik dari kerja, depan-dpan pintu lagi dia dah angkat and tunjukkan kat I. Punyalah excited nak bagitau I berita gembira beliau. I senyum aje tengok perangai dia. Bak chewing gum yang dah kehabisan manisnya, begitula juga husband I meninggalkan penggaru kayu yang sebelum ini telah berbakti kepada beliau. Kasih sudah beralih arah ke penggaru plastic. Maka penggaru plastic itu menjadi teman baru beliau. Kemana- mana dia pegi pengaru plastic tu mesti ada. Kadang-kadang dia selitkan kat dalam short dia, lepas tu dia saje jalan sebelah I atau pusing-pusing ataupun mengelilingi I, so that I notice. Tapi I buat tak tau je sambil menjeling ke atas or buat-buat busy. Dia senyum-senyum kat I sebab dia tau yang I tau tapi I buat saje je kan hehe. Bila dia tengok I still buat tak tau, dia akan pura-pura tanya, nampak tak penggaru belakang dia, I buat pandang ke lain lepas tu dia buat-buat tekejut and cakap “Eh, kat sini rupanya” sambil menarik perlahan-lahan dari short berpinggang getahnya itu, lepas tu dia buat-buat nak garu kat tangan I, benci I tawww hahaa.., dia cuma stop kalau I menjerit. Kalau tak dia akan continue doing it.. geram I… Dan permanent place for that penggaru plastic is on our coffee table. Selain dari digunakkan untuk mengaru belakang, penggaru plastic itu digunakkan untuk mengaru kaki, ke or mana-mana part kat badan dia. Kadang-kadang dia buat-buat garu ketiak and try nak garu badan I, acah-acah la konon, I cepat-cepat lari, yuckss.. nak muntah I.. Lepas tu bila tengok I lari, bukan main suka lagi dia. I kata buat la macam tu kalau berani, you pegi kerja I bakar or baling keluar. Dia kata dia boleh beli baru, beli la I kata, I akan buang lagi or I bagi kat beruk kalau kawan-kawan beruk dia make a surprise visit to us again… wakaka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day tu, beliau mencari-cari sesuatu and tanya I mana penggaru plastic dia. I kata, mana I tau, memang I tak tau pun. Nak dekat dengan benda tu pun I geli. Then dia accused I sembunyikan. I kata, ingat I tak ada kerja lain ke kat rumah? (memang I tak ada kerja pun kat rumah wakaka..) Ada wajah muram di wajah beliau bagai merindui sesuatu. Malam tu bila tengok tv, I perasan dia rasa macam kurang selesa, kejap-kejap pandang I sebab dia masih suspect I lagi. Then I tengok, dia cari pengaru kayu yang lama and start garu belakang dia, itu pun kejap aje sebab dia cakap, tak best la.. ini la itu la and then dia stop guna. Sejak dari hari itu I tengok dia tak garu lagi belakang dia, tapi kadang-kadang dia akan membengkokkan ibu jari dia and mengaru dengan sungguh uniknya hahaha.. I kata padan muka, itu la niat jahat kat I.. selalu usik I and ugut guna pengaru tu… Dia kata kalau dia jumpa dia nak garu kat seluruh badan I. I kata you tak akan jumpa selagi niat you buruk sebab I bini paling baik dalam dunia hahaha… (uweek..) Husband I kata memang la sebab I kan bidadari dia, alahai perasannya dia….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day tu, tengah I berkemas-kemas kat ruang tamu, I terjumpa penggaru plastic idaman kelabu dia. I sengih sorang-sorang, especially bila I teringat akan mulut cute dia yang mengomel complaint pasal kehilangan penggaru plastic itu. Then I letakkan betul-betul depan tv so that bila dia switch on remote dia akan nampak. Malam tu seperti biasa dia landing kat favourite spot dia dengan sebelah kaki kat atas and sebelah kat bawah hahaha.. dia on tv macam biasa.. tapi I tengok dia macam tak perasan aje. I tanya tak perasan ke? Dia pandang keliling rumah, dia cakap “wah! kemasnya..” I kata “bukan tu la.. tengok betul-betul”. Kepala dia pusing kiri kanan and still confused. I kata “tengok la kat tv tu”.. dia pandang and still tak perasan lagi.. I kata” tengok la betul-betul…” Tiba-tiba dia tersenyum lebar and sibuk la tanya, mana I jumpa and terus dia mencapai penggaru plastic itu dan start garu belakang dia. Padahal masa penggaru tu tak ada, tak pulak dia garu belakang dia dengan penggaru kayu tu hari-hari, cuma sekali aje. Tak lama kemudian I tengok dia tertidur dengan penggaru plastic itu yang diletakkan didadanya… Nyampah I tau.. macam pasangan kekasih pulak…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4615124921337014807?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4615124921337014807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4615124921337014807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4615124921337014807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4615124921337014807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/10/penggaru-itu.html' title='Penggaru Itu....'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-umhWiYuYn0A/TpcI9c7c4HI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Hcx30VyjSo8/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7824384101961750550</id><published>2011-10-12T23:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:25:56.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Moment'/><title type='text'>Kisah Sabtu Lepas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY120s3HeTw/TpW6fBzHcFI/AAAAAAAABfE/4ldVgFTcVnM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662637148709810258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY120s3HeTw/TpW6fBzHcFI/AAAAAAAABfE/4ldVgFTcVnM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tiga selipar kat atas tu husband I beli, yang dua bawah tu I beli)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday both of us pegi ke Ampang Point sebab nak test mata I yang berzaman tak check. Lepas makan kat Octopus terus ke kedai Optical.. Ingatkan nak beli spec baru untuk pakai malam-malam lepas bukak contact lense but fikir balik..nanti la dulu sebab I dah ada dua spec and style yang salesgirl to bagi, sama je macam kat rumah and I need to betulkan yang rim colour black tu. The other one style spec biasa aje. Oh masa opthemtrist to checked I was so glad sebab mata I tak naik and in fact turun lagi… cuma silau aje yang bertambah… other than that everything is perfect. Then order contact lense baru untuk pakai selama 6 bulan macam biasa. But this time, order/beli yang latest and pricey but salesgirl to convinced, it’s the best and comfortable.. tak dry, latest and tak pernah dengar customer complaint etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas abis dengan kedai Optical, we went to kedai buku. Its like a habit that I have to masuk kedai buku and mesti ada je yang I grab, walau pen nan sebatang sekalipun. I bought a key chain on my birthday’s date and glow in the dark hehe.. and I grab one recipe book.. nampak macam interesting aje. I can’t wait to try although it is still wrapping in a plastic kat rumah. Then we went to look for my slippers @ selipar jepun yang bertumit tinggi jenis platform. I told my husband I nak beli sendiri, kira macam I punya birthday gift untuk diri sendiri. I beli dua and terus pakai kat situ sebab yang tengah pakai masa tu dah terputus tali. Lepas tu both of us keluar dari that kedai kasut jukebox and we saw ada banyak varities of slippers nie kat kiosk exactly berdepan dengan kedai kasut jukebox.  I kata kat husband I, jom pegi kat situ sebab I nak beli lagi.  Husband I insist nak belikan I. I pilih dua and dia pilih one very nice for me and dia kata please biar dia bayar. Husband I kan, tak suka kalau I nak beli or bayar sendiri. I tanya kenapa, dia kata that is his job to pay for everything.. kira macam tak macho kalau I bayar kot. I selalu kata, but it is from the money that you gave me.. He said it doesn’t matter and told me to just keep the money he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas beli selipar, we went down to beli kerepek-kerepek and after that husband I hantar barang ke kereta because both of us nak ke Giant beli barangan dapur sikit. Bila husband I beratur kat counter I took the opportunity to stand outside. I was playing with my rings while waiting for him queing to pay and tiba-tiba I perasan the ring on my right hand was gone. I was so sad and mengadu kat dia. Dia suruh I tanya tempat-tempat yang both of us pegi tadi. I pun pegi balik kat kedai optical tanya salesgirls kat situ, habis dia bongkar kat tong sampah tapi still tak jumpa, pegi toilet and check kat sinki, ke tempat I beli selipar kat kedai kasut jukebox and kiosk tanya salesgirls kat situ, dorang kata tak ada. I was so down. Husband I try tenangkan I and masuk dalam kereta dia suruh check dalam plastic, I kata buat apa memang gerenti terbuang sebab masa I bukak spec and pakai contact lense kat kedai Optical I cuci dengan sabun, sure jatuh ke dalam sinki.. and also masa I pegi toilet I basuh tangan dengan sabun mesti slipped through kat situ jugak and I remember lepas basuh I goyang-goyang tangan I sebab nak keringkan jari jemari I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati I memang sedih masa dalam kereta, air mata pun bergenang kat kelopak mata, well actually tak ada la sedih sangat sebab I kena terima hakikat, kalau dah fated that it is gone, it is gone, walau macam mana sedih I sekalipun kan… Tapi I senyap je dalam kereta sebab that is one of my fav’s ring and banyak kenangan… My husband specifically choose that diamond design and cincin and then Habib’s salesperson letakkan/clamped kat cincin tu. Bila dia tengok I senyap and muka pun ala-ala pilu macam Fauziah Ghous kat Tahajud Cinta. Sedaya upaya dia pujuk I, sambil mengenggam tangan I, dia cakap, cincin hilang, tak apa boleh beli baru asal jangan you yang hilang… wah.. cair abis hati I masa tu hehe.., sambil memandang ke arah beliau I memberikan senyuman hambar walau hati I gundah gulana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then husband I pujuk suruh I pegi cuci and steam rambut. I pun terpikir jugak nak buat sebab lama dah pegi salon. I cakap how about I pegi spa sebab I tak ada mood nak borak dengan pekerja salon. Husband I kata, that is even better to go to the spa. Sampai kat bali spa, I tanya ramai orang ke or ada therapist ke sebab I tak buat appointment, in fact I tak pernah buat appointment each time I pegi situ.. sebab it is always spur of the moment kinda thing. Masuk dalam tu, I ingat nak senyap aje tapi tak lama lepas tu I pun bagitau apa terjadi kat I, tak sampai 5 minute, husband I called kata dia dah jumpa kat dalam plastic kerepek. I hairan macam mana boleh termasuk kat situ sebab husband I yang bawak.. entahlah.. Then husband I kata, nie hah cincin dia.. Dalam hati I nak tergelak, mana la I boleh nampak kat hp unless dia guna whatever it is. Then sibuk la dia kata, dia suruh I check kat plastic I tak nak… bla bla.. I kata yela yela, I kata kat dia I nak off hp so that dia tak kacau I lagi hehehe.. Husband I gelakkan I dengan penuh nada ketamilannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa husband I angkat I, dia cakap lagi.. hahh.. ada kat dalam plastic dia jumpa and dia check thoroughly.. bla bla.. I know he wants to be appreciated hehe.. I kata yela yela sambil memusingkan anak mata I ke atas, husband I picit pipi I hahaha.. On the way nak balik I sangat lapar then we went to Setiawangsa to buy the Nasi Ayam Kukus.. Lepas mandi and solat maghrib terus makan. Oh.. sedapnya… especially cili cicah dia… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah kisah both of us on the weekend/last Saturday... kalau dalam seminggu tak ada drama dalam hidup I, macam tak sah je kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-7824384101961750550?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7824384101961750550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7824384101961750550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7824384101961750550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7824384101961750550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/10/kisah-sabtu-lepas.html' title='Kisah Sabtu Lepas'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qY120s3HeTw/TpW6fBzHcFI/AAAAAAAABfE/4ldVgFTcVnM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7556664914657208079</id><published>2011-10-11T23:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:00:38.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Moment'/><title type='text'>Kisah September and Latest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are a lot of things happened during the September month. Firstly, offcourse Hari Raya yang lepas, barangan kat rumah tak berganti pun. Kain langsir yang bergantung last year langsung I tak basuh.. tak kuasa, selalunya 4, 5 tahun baru I bawak turun cuci. Itu pun I ada dua je.. kalau satu basuh, pakai yang satu. As for kuih raya, I beli je kat Giant and JJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So first day raya tu selalunya pagi-pagi lagi husband I dah bagi angpau tapi this year dia tukar concept, bagi I hadiah rantai emas, siap dengan pendant love celoreng emas putih lagi hehe.. Dia cakap hadiah serentak dengan our annivesary sebab fall on the same day of Hari Raya. Sungguh romantic pagi raya kami berdua. Tapikan I hairan kenapa orang menangis-nangis mintak maaf kat laki ke or anak-anak minta maaf sambil peluk-peluk syahdu. Sebabkan I tak ada feeling pun bila I mintak maaf and cium tangan husband I dan sesambil tu cium-cium pipi mungil dia sekali. In fact I boleh cakap, “hah… sorry kalau I banyak buat silap tapi, you la selalu buat I marah..” Apa punya bini. Lepas tu, both of us pegi rumah in law, makan-makan, ambik gambar beramai-ramai and balik rumah. Balik je terus tukar baju pakai jeans and t-shirt sebab nak pegi Giant, nak beli bahan-bahan untuk esok sebab anak-anak buah nak datang esok. Selalunya on the first day of raya itself dorang akan datang but memandangkan ramai yang balik rumah in law on the first day so they decided to come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUGaCZyMYM8/TpRl3j--uZI/AAAAAAAABeg/DfjOaMGUREM/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262636738165138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUGaCZyMYM8/TpRl3j--uZI/AAAAAAAABeg/DfjOaMGUREM/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ayam Golek, siap dengan pisau tercacak lagi and mee goreng)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Masa pegi kat Giant, wah..meriahnya orang-orang kat situ dengan baju sedondon siap bersampin lagi. I dengan husband sempoi abis.. Orang selalu cakap, raya kat KL tak meriah la, tak best la. I tak rasa pun maybe sebab I tak pernah merasai suasana macam mana kan furthermore I’m not too keen to berkunjung mengunjung nie, nanti takde benda lain yang dorang akan tanya, anak berapa orang, dah check doctor.. bla bla and all that shit! Daripada dada I berapi baik la I tak payah jumpa-jumpa orang. Bukan tu je, kalau jumpa dengan sesiapa orang yang baru berkenalan dengan I, itu la yang di tanya. Part paling “best” bila dorang tanya, tua nanti siapa nak jaga? Dalam hati I, terus I menyumpah sambil berdoa “mintak-mintak anak kau baling kau kat longkang atau lombong bila kau dah ganyut nanti”. So sesiapa yang rasa nak cakap ayat kat atas tu kat orang-orang yang bernasib baik macam I, silakan la… Wah, emosi la pulak. Tak abis-abis issue yang sama I omelkan hehehe…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, second day raya tu pagi-pagi sibuk la both of us, masak memasak. I masak ayam golek, mee goreng, nasi tomato and buat sirap bandung. Selain daripada tu, rendang and lemang beli je. Husband I beli KFC sebab memang acara wajib tiap-tiap tahun or kalau berbuka dengan dorang mesti request KFC, kira husband I nie mascot barrel/bucket KFC hehe.. We had such a great time and sibuk la berborak-borak. I kan kadang-kadang risau kalau borak dengan dorang sebab telinga I bukannya clear sangat. Tak tau kenapa la, nak kata pekak, kalau orang berbisik dari jauh boleh pulak dengar tapi kalau borak dekat-dekat tiba-tiba kepala I jadi blank and telinga I langsung tak dapat tangkap percakapan dorang.. memang dari kecik lagi dah macam nie. Bukan tu aje, lain yang orang cakap telinga I filter benda lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Selain daripada tu, I dah ganti puasa masa I uzur bulan puasa sebanyak sepuluh hari although kalau nak di kira lapan hari aje. I suka lebihkan. Lepas abis puasa ganti, I puasa enam pulak. So I puasa 16 hari la kan. Then I period and offcourse tak puasa, lepas period I membelasah macam biasa and berat badan I menunjukkan tanda-tanda peningkatan. Habis period, I relax kejap and I start puasa balik last week for five days. Hari Sabtu and Ahad I tak puasa. And masuk hari nie, hari kedua I puasa lagi sekali untuk minggu nie and sama macam last week, weekend is my off day from puasa. I’m going to make this as my routine. Husband I pun tak balik tengahari, dia pun cakap nak kurangkan berat badan dia. Bila dia cakap macam tu I senyum-senyum je sebab ituler azam dia berabad yang lalu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxuX1Aeyw-Y/TpRlvulcS9I/AAAAAAAABeU/-bh6HntcBXM/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662262502144887762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxuX1Aeyw-Y/TpRlvulcS9I/AAAAAAAABeU/-bh6HntcBXM/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Buffet at Mid Valley Karaoke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next story pulak, a few days after raya, anak-anak buah called ajak berkaraoke ke The Garden at Mid-Valley. Mula-mula both of us malas nak pegi because it was malam Jumaat and who wouldnt want to miss Tahajud Cinta. But luckily ianya tak ditayangkan that week because it is still a week of raya and furthermore I puasa ganti. So penyanyi-penyanyi bertaraf international ini pun dengan penuh confident menaiki satu kereta untuk kesana. Buffet was provided and the food…oh…makanan sungguh class, sangat delicious and berbagai-bagai jenis Rambang mata I, semua I nak makan. Sampai tak habis, punya la tamaknya. Masa karaoke tu, I nyanyi lagu Ning, habis all the soprano punya suara keluar.. wakaka… Lagu Sudirman pun I sapu jugak.. Itu belum lagi lagu English, mana nak cari penyanyi karaoke multi lingua nih! As usual, husband I kalau tak puji bini dia yang maha perasan nie memang tak sah. I tau suara I tak sedap langsung but husband I make it like I la penyanyi yang paling banyak menang grammy award ekeke… Aiza, jangan kira la.. suara memang sangat la sedapnya and si Khairul, penyanyi lagu-lagu indon yang tegar same goes to husband Aiza… lagu rock kapak mesti ada…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh last but not least, my insomnia problem dah sedikit demi sedikit kembali pulih. I dah boleh tidur awal, dalam pukul 1.30am I dah ngantuk and malam tadi I tidur pukul 12.30am. I am so happy and I hope it will continue and I boleh tidur awal lagi.. Syukur Alhamdullilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian, kisah sepanjang September and latest ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-7556664914657208079?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7556664914657208079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7556664914657208079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7556664914657208079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7556664914657208079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/10/kisah-september-and-latest-update.html' title='Kisah September and Latest Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUGaCZyMYM8/TpRl3j--uZI/AAAAAAAABeg/DfjOaMGUREM/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-258168292515970692</id><published>2011-10-10T23:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:00:06.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Those Moment'/><title type='text'>Birthday Ku Yang Dah Basi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My birthday was about a week ago, but yeah, I tau.. I sepatutnya update blog I yang lama dah mengumpul habuk ini. Sian blog nie kan.. kejam betul I meninggalkannya begitu saje. Anyway, about my cerita birthday yang sudah basi ini, two days before the actual birthday, husband I dah siap-siap bagi hadiah petang tu. I was so surprised and was wondering bila dia bawak masuk without my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpYm4W8Y7Wc/TpMVDjjd_1I/AAAAAAAABeA/sh88xvsSO3M/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661892307362643794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpYm4W8Y7Wc/TpMVDjjd_1I/AAAAAAAABeA/sh88xvsSO3M/s400/003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Birthday Gift)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So petang tu dengan wajah yang penuh pengharapan husband I surprised I with the gift. I was so happy, walaupun hadiahnya sangat simple but that is what I want. Apparently, he remembered drama last year on which I merajuk (menyampah bila ingat balik). Dia belikan I set toiletries crabtree hehehe.. yes, case last year la… Nasib baik dia ingat..kalau tak..memang berdrama lagi ler.. In fact last week during my birthday pun ada drama.. nie nak cerita la nie… The next night after jam pukul 12.00am Oct, 2nd, husband I keluarkan cake kecik (dapat free sebab dia beli dua kek for next day event because one of our anak buah punya birthday dengan I dekat-dekat, dia 1st Oct and I 2nd Oct.. so buat sekali) and siap letak lilin untuk I tiup.. Alahai.. romantic la konon... Sebelum tiup, I made a wish (yela tu..tua-tua pun nak ber wish kan..) dengan lilin yang 5 batang itu.. kalau nak letak semua memang tak cukup muka cake tu, benci I taw..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X99mW7QceFg/TpMU-E7UuwI/AAAAAAAABd4/JjKhbzLJMoo/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661892213241854722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X99mW7QceFg/TpMU-E7UuwI/AAAAAAAABd4/JjKhbzLJMoo/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pra Birthday Cake (konon) Sebenarnya beli dua cake dapat satu free.. cake atas nie free)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, the nieces and nephews dah bagitau a week before that, that they planned to take us out to breakfast or lunch at Quality Hotel, Chinese restaurant. But dorang cancelled at the last minute sebab one of our anak buah punya grandma past away on my birthday. Mula-mula kita orang berdua nak cancel but husband I kata carry on je, kita dua je pegi makan situ. On the way nak pegi, as usual husband I mengomel tak abis-abis pasal orang kat jalan la, indon la, politic la.. and all kind of thing.. Tiba-tiba I rasa fed up because I thought that day is my birthday I want to have a peaceful mind and enjoy the scenery, sementelah lama memerap kat rumah so sekali sekala nak la jugak menikmati persekitaran dengan suasana yang tenang. I terasa hati, I cakap kat husband I, boleh tak for once dia senyap and let me enjoy my moment (enjoy moment la konon), muka I sudah masam and hati sudah remuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila dah nak dekat sampai kat situ, I dah tak ada mood nak makan.. I cakap kat husband I, I tak nak makan… mood dah hilang.. Dengan penuh risau, dia tanya nak makan apa… Dalam kecewa tu sempat la lagi I cakap makan kat KLCC je la (wah.. demand kakak sorang nih), lepas dia belok nak pegi ke arah KLCC, tiba-tiba I teringat dia beria-ria nak makan kat dim sum masa kat rumah. Hati ini yang sungguh lembut lagi berbudi perkerti..wakaka..pun mengubah fikiran kembali. I cakap, ok la makan dim sum.. Dia bagai tidak percaya tapi memang sudah cukup memahami isterinya ini yang tidak tetap pendirian serta seorang yang tidak sampai hati (muntah la korang baca hehe..), membelokkan kembali ke arah sebelum ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J71ioOKrkRg/TpMUy348qNI/AAAAAAAABdw/lQYzaURyDwE/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661892020763666642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J71ioOKrkRg/TpMUy348qNI/AAAAAAAABdw/lQYzaURyDwE/s400/002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Cake Birthday I yang sebenarnya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lepas makan, I tak ingat mana kita orang pegi.. maklumla last week punya kisah lagipun I punya ingatan memang teramat teruknya… Kalau last week orang kenalkan I pada somebody, this week memang I definitely tak ingat muka serta nama…. Oh yeah..malam tu husband I keluarkan cake yang sebenar, yang malam semalam tu cake pra birthday..(wah pra la pulak). Seperti biasa dengan tidak berbaju beliau meletakkan cake kat atas meja and pasang lilin sekali lagi.. I tengok perut dia rasa macam nak cucuh dengan lilin yang telah dipasangkan api itu. I dah malas nak cakap kat dia suruh pakai baju putih pagoda itu, pakai lima minit terus mengadu tak selesa la panas la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sekian, cerita I yang tidak seberapanya ini.. Nanti I story pasal kisah I bulan lepas yang tak update itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : Macam mana boleh tau birthday sis nie, sis tak bagitau pun kat sesiapa... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-258168292515970692?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/258168292515970692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=258168292515970692&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/258168292515970692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/258168292515970692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-ku-yang-dah-basi.html' title='Birthday Ku Yang Dah Basi'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpYm4W8Y7Wc/TpMVDjjd_1I/AAAAAAAABeA/sh88xvsSO3M/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4594073874011878836</id><published>2011-09-02T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T03:01:00.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Puasa Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I hope tak terlambat untuk I mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya dan maaf zahir batin to my pembaca yang tidak sampai berapa keratnya ini. Sorry banyak-banyak buat semua terutama Zue yang merindui akan kisah-kisah kehidupan berumahtanga I/sis dengan my huggable husband yang sungguh tragis lagi penuh 18sx ini haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason why I tak update blog I dekat sebulan ini sebenarnya tak ada sebab pun.. I memang nak update dan ianya bukan kemahuan fikiran (Fauziah Latiff la pulak) tapi disebabkan perasaan ini yang tidak mengizinkan diri ini untuk berkarya sempena bulan puasa ini. Diri I telah terarah kepada benda lain so sekarang nie I tengah detox/rehab untuk ber blog balik. Banyak benda I nak story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I nak story pasal bulan puasa (I know dah lepas), oh yea.. I start puasa ganti semalam sebab I nak abiskan cepat-cepat, tak nak bertangguh macam dulu and yes berat badan I dah turun macam orang tak cukup nutrition. Sekarang nie berat badan I 41kg.. serious I tak tipu but I love it so much. Walaupun macam sekeping tapi ada la jugak shape (mesti la kan), but I found that my husband still find that I’m irresistible and kejap-kejap heavy breathing la pulak tengok I kan. Lepas tu ada la tangan kanji (gatal) dia konon-konon pegang pinggang I and cakap, kurusnya tapi sexy. I tau tactic dia, sebenarnya dia nak ambik kesempatan. Bila I jeling, dia sengih-sengih.. ingat I tak tau ke. Nasib baik puasa wakaka… Yea I memang kurus sekarang nie and I can’t be more happier than this. I ingat nak turun sampai 40kg la.. I know tak bagus kurus-kurus but let me be. Kasi chance la.. I tau tak lama lagi I naik balik huhuhu. As for husband I, hari-hari dia kecoh cakap berat badan dia turun 5kg, tapi I tengok macam biasa je kandungan perut dia tu… Bila dia pakai short favourite dia, mula la dia turunkan sikit, lepas tu dia suruh I pandang pinggang dia and cakap, pinggang dia dah kurang sebab tu la short dia dah longgar and jatuh… Pandai la nak trick I hahaha.. husband I kelakar tau..sungguh attention seeker ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sepanjang bulan puasa yang lepas nie jugak, I tak pernah sekali pun menjejakkan kaki I ke Pasar Ramadhan, memang pecah record la sepanjang hidup I berpuasa nie. Hari-hari I masak and cuma tiga kali je makan kat luar. I was so surprised at myself for not having nafsu besar untuk makan macam-macam. I masak simple aje and sekali pun I tak buat desert or even makan buah. I’m so glad both of us tak membazir atau buang-buang makanan macam dulu-dulu (masa beli kat pasar ramadhan). I guess bila dah “berusia” nie selera makan pun kurang and dah berubah kot. Begitu jua dengan facebook, I semakin “menjauhkan” diri dari dunia itu. I lama tak log in or even check whats going on. I rasa macam tak sesuai aje untuk I. Maybe it is not for me after all. I know I shouldn’t neglect my friends or relative tapi entahlah.. I makin “mengasingkan” diri. I hope some of you will understand. Panggil la sombong ke or tak suka bercampur dengan orang. I tak kisah. Sepanjang bulan puasa I tak dapat tidur malam-malam, so bila siang I dah mengantuk, I decided to off je handphone I sebab I tak mau tidur I diganggu. Lagipun tak ada siapa pun yang call I kecuali husband I kalau I tak off kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sepanjang bulan puasa yang lepas nie jugak, I sungguh bersyukur sebab walaupun I tak makan banyak or jarang bersahur, sekali pun I tak kena gastrick. I kurang marah walau tak cukup tidur atau penat. Rasanya sekali je I marah, itupun I tak consider marah.. And bila I datang period pun tak kena senguggut, cuma extra letih aje. I tak makan pun masa period, cuma minum seteguk dua air je.. Kadang-kadang langsung tak minum. Masa first day period I tertidur sampai nak dekat berbuka. Bila husband I kejutkan, I tengok dia dah siap-siap potong sayur, basuh ayam and masak nasi. Ikan bilis pun dia dah rendam untuk goreng dengan sayur and sebijik telur untuk di campurkan sekali. Kuali dia dah letak atas dapur gas. Sudip untuk mengoreng pun dia dah letak kat pinggan kecik. Minyak dia dah letak cantik-cantik kat tepi and dia dah siap keluarkan garam and all the rempah ratus atas meja so that bila I nak masak I tak payah nak susah-susah bukak almari. I tengok air sirap dia dah siap-siap letak ais dalam icebox. Pinggan, gelas and sudu dia dah siap-siap sediakan. Kurma pun dia dah keluarkan. Bau nasi yang dia masak, harum memenuhi ruang dapur. Dalam kemamaian baru bangun, sempat lagi hati I tersentuh sebab tengok akan keperihatian dari dia. I tengok dia tengok-tengok muka I for approval.. Bila I tekejut, wah bukan main suka dia lagi. Kira dia nak impress I berbaloi la kan. I senyum and said thank you a few times kat dia. I peluk sayang dia. Dia cuba sedaya upaya memudahkan kerja I. Dalam masa setengah jam je siap dua masakan sekali. Sesambil tu dia tolong I basuh pinggan etc and siap-siap masukkan baju kotor kat washing/dryer. I know you all bosan baca kisah I puji-puji husband I. But to me orang sebaik dia memang patut I share or ceritakan. I tau dia bukan orang yang terkenal tapi dia adalah seseorang yang sungguh terkenal di hati I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, sepanjang berpuasa tahun ini everything went smoothly except for I yang sentiasa alpa dengan pekara lain…. I’m so glad that Allah sentiasa memberikan I peluang untuk memperbaiki diri sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4594073874011878836?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4594073874011878836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4594073874011878836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4594073874011878836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4594073874011878836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/09/puasa-ini.html' title='Puasa Ini'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-1340956092141442633</id><published>2011-08-09T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:41:40.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seperti biasa, lama dah I tak update blog, due to what else insomnia la dan ini membuatkan I kehilangan kata-kata untuk diluahkan walau banyak story I nak share. Like I said on my previous entry, berat badan I turun, even before puasa lagi. I sukaaa..tapi I masih tak puas hati lagi. I nak berat I turun 2 kg lagi baru hati I puas. Hopefully, by the end of this month..kan… Oh yea, baju raya I tiga pasang dah siap, husband I ambik kat tailor dua hari lepas. I suka..tapi satu je yang I akan pakai on the first day. Yang dua tu entah bila. I saje je hantar extra kain. I belum try lagi… Nanti la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So puasa tahun nie macam tahun-tahun yang lepas, bila time berbuka, kita orang berserdahana je. We don’t even have dessert pun. Makan nasi with dua atau tiga lauk aje. Itupun lauk masak sambal, kicap or kari je. Tak ada yang special. In fact I belum lagi menjenguk ke pasar ramadhan except for my husband. Itupun dia beli tauhu anura and murtabak on second and 4th day puasa. Kita orang tak berani nak makan makanan yang nampak terdedah because our stomach nie sangat sensitive. Air, kita orang minum air sirap and air sarsi cordial bancuh sendiri aje. I rasa lagi satisfied makan kat rumah and makan home cook meal. Macam tak percayakan? I sendiri pun tak sangka that as we grow older, we don’t care much about what or where to eat. As long as ianya mengenyangkan dan selamat di makan… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sepanjang seminggu lebih menjalankan ibadah puasa nie, my husband came back around 4pm. Balik je terus dia bukak baju, pakai short petak-petak and tidur kejap. Kadang-kadang dia beli bahan-bahan dapur or terus je ke pasar malam beli lauk mentah. As for me, well.. I lepak-lepak or main game aje. I tak masuk fb sebab I tak ada mood and malas. I have no desire to talk or nak comment kat wall orang just because I nak kena jaga hati orang. But I do miss talking to my regular chatters, the one and only my bestfriend si yang I tu but not at the moment. Nanti la kalau mood I datang balik. Bukannya ada apa pun I nak post kat wall I tu yang tak sampai lima status kot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sepanjang seminggu lebih berpuasa nie jugak, bila time nak masak untuk berbuka around 6.30pm, my kitchen helper merangkap suami idaman sibuk la menolong I. Dengan uniform rasmi tak berbaju dan bershort petak-petak itu, beliau sungguh gigih membasuh pinggan, menyapu, basuh-basuh lauk and potong-potong sayur/lauk mentah untuk I. Dia memang sangat rajin… buat kerja non-stop, lepas satu-satu dia capai, sampai air untuk berbuka pun dia dah siap-siap buat dengan ais sekali and simpan dalam icebx. Sesambil tu bila berselisih dengan I, sempat la lagi I mencuit atau mencubit perut beliau yang terdedah itu. Kadang-kadang I tarik seluar dia sikit. So orang tua tu mula la, nak ambik kesempatan dengan sengaja mengesel perut dia kat I…nyampah I tau..kekadang itu ada ciuman curi kat pipi la pulakkan dari beliau ahahaha… Husband I kata, kitchen helper pun nak la jugak cium chef. Lagipun dia kata battery nak kena charge, baru ada energy nak buat kerja nyampah I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Itu je la cerita I untuk kali nie, nothing much to share…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-1340956092141442633?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1340956092141442633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=1340956092141442633&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1340956092141442633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1340956092141442633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8584345847426642173</id><published>2011-08-02T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:07:06.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Bisikan SMS...(Last Month)</title><content type='html'>Jun 28, 2011 11:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : So sori I baru bangun. Nanti u beli YTF mcm smlm eh? Again so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ai ai budak manja….ayooo yoh !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jun 28, 2011 1:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ayam ada dalam tudung saji..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Ai ai buah hati I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jun 29, 2011 11:27 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Sori sesangat I bru bangun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Okay budak nak makan apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Xtau. Apa yg senang u nk beli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Klcc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : U park kt klcc ke? Klu ayam penyet lagi pn xpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Kebab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Ayam penyet je la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ai ai manja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Thanks budak masam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 5, 2011 4:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Nak makan apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Bru terpikir..I nk French bread satu aje. Ari nie ada pasar mlm klu u nk direct terus beli lauk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok.. ayama ayama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : I love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : I love you too budak kechik Claudia manja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 5,2011 5:05 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Don’t forget to buy kentang klu cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 5, 2011 5:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 7, 2011 3:48 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : R u in a mtg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia : (He called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jul 9, 2011 5:13 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Beli bwg besar kuning. Make sure x rosak mcm dulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia : (He called)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul 11, 2011 11:32 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : So sorry I bru bangun. X sempat nk msk. Again sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dia : Nak makan apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I: Xtau. Apa yg plg senang u nk beli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 11, 2011 11:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Ok, I nk ayam goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 11, 2011 4:33 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Apa mau makan little kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Mmm xtau. Nk keluar bt marketing ke or u nk belikan barangan yg dh abis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : I dah beli tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Ok.. I msk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 19, 2011 5:55 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Nak makan apa… tengah meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 19, 2011 7:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Sayur nak beli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Beli kcg pendek n kcg bendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Nasi kerabu tak ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I : (I called)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul 25, 2011 11:43 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : U x balik lunchkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jul 26, 2011 11:27 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I : U balik?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dia : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8584345847426642173?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8584345847426642173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8584345847426642173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8584345847426642173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8584345847426642173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/08/bisikan-smslast-month.html' title='Bisikan SMS...(Last Month)'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6594469011830507036</id><published>2011-08-01T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:17:21.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Insomnia Ini Dan Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I nak mengucapkan Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan to my dearest reader, Zue and everybody yang sudi membaca blog I tiada istimewanya ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, we went to one of choco’s birthday yang I cerita pasal pra birthday aritu. Yang nie buat kat KFC yang share dengan Pizza Hut tu. Ok la the birthday was meriah with budak-budak and sibuk la dorang bergambar dengan Mr Chikky ke apa tah nama. I kata kat anak-anak buah, berebut la korang bergambar dengan mascot tu, tengok-tengok kat dalam bangla, “Nama Saya Abdurrahman” wakaka… Anyway, I tak makan banyak sebab well.. I don’t take fast food…(kononnnnya.. ekeke..). Iya I makan tapi tak banyak, I suruh husband I suapkan I sebab I malas nak siat isi ayam tu, this makcik memang cukup demand and mengada. After a while we planned to go for a karaoke night kat The Garden, Mega Mall. Tapi bila sampai rumah, perut I rasa semacam and my other half pulak rasa macam nak mual, I think sebab berminyak kot. Maklumla lama dah tak makan bende-bende nie. So husband I called anak buah cakap tak dapat pegi, dorang pun cancelled tak nak pegi jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mm..what else happened kat I? Oh, as some of you might know, I ada masalah insomnia (by which I susah nak tidur malam) and masalah ini datang balik and it is getting worse by day. Selalunya pukul 2am I dah boleh lelap but not this time, I berjaga sampai pukul 7am and around 8am baru I dapat tidur but itu pun bangun balik around 10.30am to 11.00am. And di waktu siang memang tak boleh lelap langsung walau ngantuk macam mana sekali pun. I’ve tried everything and even mintak ubat tidur from the doctor but dia tak nak bagi. I tanya kat farmasi but they don’t have it. So malam-malam I toss and turning and mula main game. Berat badan I drastically turun, I have dark circle and I lost appetite to eat. But I suka sebab badan I dah kurus tapi nenen I yang memang dah kecik hampir tiada kelihatan ini membuatkan I tercari-cari dimanakah kembar tak seiras I itu ekeke..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So dalam kehampaan tidak dapat tidur dan main game itu, kekasih hati di sebelah bukan main lena lagi. Berbagai-bagai posisi I saksikan pada malam-malam dan dinihari itu. Paling I suka posisi menyerah beliau..rasa macam nak geget je. Satu lagi posisi menarik beliau adalah posisi ala-ala dugong haha…(jahat I kan kutuk laki sendiri, bulan puasa pulak tu), macam cute-cute je dengan lambakkan lemak di bahagian perut beliau. Dalam tidur-tiduran itu sempat lagi beliau mengentotkan I. Bunyi macam nak terkoyak je seluar dia… Tension I tau.. lepas tu cepat-cepat I tarik selimut untuk tutup hidung. Rasa macam nak tepuk je perut dia tapi memandangkan beliau tak sengaja sebab tidurkan so I biarkan aje. As for snoring tu tak payah cakap la, begegar katil kita orang dengan bunyi vabrettor dan diselang seli dengan bass nya sekali. Kadang-kadang I gelak sorang-sorang bila dia tiba-tiba meraung. Mimpi jumpa antu agaknya hahaha.. kelakar tau… Lepas tu cepat-cepat I tepuk dia.. Dia pandang I and terus tidur balik..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Namun begitu, I lihat ada kedamaian yang jelas di wajah beliau ketika tidur itu. Wajah yang I pandang hari-hari tanpa rasa jemu siang dan malam. Wajah yang membuatkan I rindu menanti beliau pulang. Wajah yang membuatkan hati I begelora sampai sekarang (feeling lagi la Zue ekeke..). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6594469011830507036?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6594469011830507036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6594469011830507036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6594469011830507036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6594469011830507036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/08/insomnia-ini-dan-update.html' title='Insomnia Ini Dan Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8934021280906184645</id><published>2011-07-29T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T13:16:14.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to update my blog and tells a story la (konon) but since lady of leisure nie tiba-tiba wandering around a lot lately, makanya blog beliau di tinggalkan tanpa rasa belas kasihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There had been a lot of things going on last week, with the killing in Norway which came as a shocked to everyone around the world. The country that was supposed to be one of the safest and peaceful in the world turned out to be so tragic, all because of a one person. And then, the demised of Amy Winehouse which comes as a no surprised, to most people. So these past days I went and watched in youtube her last concert in June at Belgrade… Oh dear, teruknya, she appeared to be drunk and dazed. As much as she tried to sing, she stumbled and can’t remember the lyrics to her song. On top of that she got booed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we didn’t go out last weekend like we usually did for my snapping moment. I was so lazy to even get up from the bed. All I did was berbaring sambil berangan berada di kayangan memikirkan alangkah bestnya kalau ada toy boy yang body nya hot memadu asmara dengan I wakaka..matila kalau laki ku membaca ini..which is highly unlikely and I don’t think so he would or even remember my blog punya add nie kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selain daripada itu, we went to my MIL house for one our choco’s first birthday. Kira macam pra birthday la. Buat kecik-kecik just for family aje sebab tomorrow there will be another birthday party celebration yang grand sikit somewhere else. Nanti I story after I attend the party. Anyway, like I said earlier during the pra birthday party for si kenit itu, I saw how close were our family together. I had a lot of catch up to do with them. And it was sungguh meriah dengan suara jeritan batin from the kids. Sungguh-sungguh naughty dan lasak. Being the attentive one, the role of a grandma (meraong), came naturally to me. Maka sibuk la I melayan perangai the kenit-kenits around me. Looking at them, I was thinking to myself, what kind of a mother (which was too late) and how our life (with hubby) would be. I guess some couple are not “allowed” to have any, only God knows why. Maybe we wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility that came with it. Who knows kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was sitting there, watching those moment and looking at all of them, and seeing how loving, caring and close the family unit were, I look at myself, a stranger who was ties by marriage but was accepted warmly by them and a stranger yang menadah secebis kasih sayang dari orang lain, then, I look at my own family in my mind….my heart start to bleed… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8934021280906184645?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8934021280906184645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8934021280906184645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8934021280906184645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8934021280906184645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7987309595450786556</id><published>2011-07-20T16:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T16:33:34.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Suami Dan Emosi Ini..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so lazy to update my blog these past few days.. Kalau lama x berblog bila nak start balik jadi malas la pulak. Beside, I’m having those unpleasant moment which come every month la kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as usual bila “bestfriend” I datang lag, I akan terdampar menahan kenikmatan yang berpanjangan ini. Disebabkan nikmat yang sangat, I tak dapat tidur satu malam. I don’t want to take the pill tahan sakit because nanti jadi kebiasaan and I tak berani nak minum-minum or try petua-petua sebab knowing how sensitive my stomach is. Selain dari itu, I rasa pedih-pedih ulu hati macam gastrick and kembung-kembung perut. I guess it comes with a package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I tak dapat tidur semalamam, around 7 or 8am in the morning baru la mata I mengantuk. Sebelum pegi kerja husband I tanya nak makan apa.. I said I don’t know because I tak ada selera nak makan apa-apa. I tak nak makan makanan kat luar, so I told him nanti I try to wake up early and cook for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia balik tengahari, I masih terbaring sebab tak larat nak bangun, kalau bangun I akan terbongkok-bongkok macam orang tua tak cukup calcium. I try to bangun husband I tak kasi, dia kata nanti dia masak. Dia rendam chicken wing and masak nasi. I masih termamai-mamai, dalam sedar tak sedar. Around half an hour dia masuk bilik dengan membawa mangkuk berisi chicken wing and tanya berapa banyak nak letak garam, sebab dia nak goreng. I tengok dia dah siap-siap letak serbuk kunyit, I letakan sikit garam and then told him to make sure ketuk serai sekali. Lepas tu I nak bangun ikut dia ke dapur, dia stop I lagi, dia kata dah siap nanti dia kejutkan I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila semua dah siap and nasi pun dah masak, dia pimpin I pelan-pelan ke dapur. I tengok rupa chicken wing yang dia masak terlebih kering and keliling telur mata kerbau ada hitam-hitam and yang bahagian kuning masih macam mentah. Tiba-tiba terbit rasa hiba dan sangat-sangat touching. I ketapkan bibir dan hati I menangis pilu bukan sebab I tak puas hati dengan masakan dia but the effort that he made membuatkan I rasa nak sembah kaki dia macam citer tamil yang ambik berkat tu. Here he was, balik kerja tengahari, masakan I, masakan I! Can you believe it, penat-penat kat office and masak and then kena pegi kerja balik. I rasa I tak berhak memiliki suami sebaik dan seikhlas dia. I rasa sungguh bertuah dan dalam hati tak abis-abis mengucapkan kesyukuran ke hadrat ilahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila I senyap tengok makanan, muka dia dah mula risau and tanya, chicken wing yang dia goreng tak jadi ke. I kata tak ada apa-apa I cuma tahan sakit je, padahal I rasa sangat terharu akan pengorbanan dia. Bila I makan I cakap sedapnya.. (walau kering dan memerlukan I minum air banyak-banyak sebab lekat kat kerongkong tapi I tak bagitau dia). I puji-puji and I makan penuh berselera walau hanya berlaukan ayam goreng and telur aje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas makan, husband I kemas-kemas semua and then terus begegas ke tempat kerja. I pegi mandi and then I baring balik sebab rasa macam nak putus pinggang I (macam la pernah putus pinggang eh), perut jangan cerita la, macam kena pulas selang beberapa saat. Dalam I baring-baring tu I teringat akan kebaikan husband I selama ni and tiba-tiba mengalir air mata sorang-sorang, alahai jiwangnya I. Well, biasa la kalau dah monthly nie mesti emosi semacam je haha.. I rasa sangat-sangat bersalah, bila teringat akan keburukkan perangai I kat dia all this while. He totally, didn’t deserve someone like me. I cakap kat Allah, kalau nak turunkan sakit kat husband I, bagi la bahagian dia kat I sebab I don’t think so I boleh menjaga dia sebaik dia menjaga I. Lagipun, I tak ndak husband I rasa sakit walau sesakit satu cubitan pun. Orang sebaik dan semulia dia tak boleh disakiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then around 4pm, husband I balik. I tekejut, eh kenapa dia balik awal, dia kata tak apa, dia risau kat I. Dia siap-siap tunjuk dia beli air kelapa yang dengan biji sekali and roti. Lepas simpan barang dia terus pegi kat I and urut-urut belakang I and letak vicks kat perut I. I pandang muka dia yang ikhlas terus I palingkan balik ke bantal sebab tak mau la dia tengok I tengah berdrama sorang-sorang kan, nyampah la bila ingat balik saat itu wakaka.. Dalam-dalam beremosi sendiri I jadi risau kalau nak menunaikan umrah or haji dengan dia in the future sebab I tau I sure akan dapat cash kaw kaw kat Tanah Suci Mekah nanti wakaka... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-7987309595450786556?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7987309595450786556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7987309595450786556&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7987309595450786556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7987309595450786556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/suami-dan-emosi-ini.html' title='Suami Dan Emosi Ini..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4462267032068685951</id><published>2011-07-17T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:23:34.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ke Pesta Flora, Putrajaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLIJai6A1g/TiL9XD8n-NI/AAAAAAAABdY/A71AHL3CUQ8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630341056804944082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLIJai6A1g/TiL9XD8n-NI/AAAAAAAABdY/A71AHL3CUQ8/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early last Saturday morning to cook a breakfast. Yeah, I know BREAKFAST! I sangat-sangat jarang breakfast. Tapi haritu, I siap buat nasi goreng lagi. Lagipun, we had planned to go to the Flora Festival at Putrajaya. We were supposed to go last week but due to the berSHIT’s perhimpunan, we decided to postponed it. After breakfast, I was looking through my wardrobe to see what I’m gonna wear and I saw one nice t-shirt in yellow colour. Then I pikir, huh! I don’t want to wear this colour shirt/t-shirt, nanti orang ingat I nak buat perhimpunan haram kat situ pulak since orang ramai, furthermore it happened just last week and still fresh in anybody’s mind. No way beb! I tak akan support dengan yene ma yang terang-terangan menghina agama suci I dan kumpulan-kumpulan yang berkompromi dengan beliau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Emo la pulak, anyway, we went out around 11.40am. We reached there around 12.30pm or less, I can’t remember. The weather was cloudy, due to the haze but still panas and as usual la kan berpeluh non-stop. Pengunjung yang datang, bila selish, oh dear, ketiak bau busuk (tak ada hygiene langsung) and some merokok kat kawasan tu. Siot betul, nak merokok pegi la berambus tempat lain. Inconsiderate betul kat budak-budak kecik yang ramai kat situ. Kesian dorang, lung masih nak develop lagi, dah kena sedut racun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, tujuan I ke situ tak lain dan tak bukan sebab nak snappy snappy ler.. Tapi bosan la sebab baru haritu pegi taman bunga kan. Tapi ada la jugak variety kat sini although tak ada la banyak mana. Pengunjung agak ramai but tak sesak and rata-rata sibuk bergambar. Macam-macam pose, ada yang pegang sekuntum bunga and bagi peace, sambil rambut panjang di letakkan di sebelah kiri ekeke.. Eh bukan I tau, orang lain. Sesambil I snap-snap sesambil tu sempat la I jeling kiri kanan and senyum-senyum memerhatikan telatah orang disekeliling. Ada yang marah-marah anak dengan pelbagai bahasa especially geng dorang tu. I dengan husband tertahan-tahan nak gelak. Mana tak, betul-betul sebelah I, sampai rasa nak pekak telinga I dengar dia arah-arah family dia macam mana nak pose wakaka.. Photographer kedua, i.e. husband I, sibuk la ambik gambar I macam biasa.. Dia kata, dia ambik gambar I yang tengah ambik gambar. Oh and dia bawak view cam sekali, so sibuk la I bagai host kat Travel Channel explaining this and that and tiba-tiba bila berjalan pun dah berubah catwalk wakaka.. kasi chance la. Teringat zaman catwalk ku berabad yang lalu..uhukk… (one of these day I akan story..). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then out of nowhere, I saw one lady yang cukup serdahana walking with his son who I’m guessing around 7 or 8 years old, I assumed mother and son. I’m guessing dorang berdua aje because I didn’t see other family member around them. She took a few shots of her son’s and then her son took turned ambik gambar dia pulak. Then she went to her son, to check of the result. I tengok muka dia berkerut macam tak satisfied and then when she look at her son, she broke into a sweet smile and said something pada pengamatan I mungkin dia kata cantik and anak dia senyum balik kat dia. I think she didn’t want to tell him the truth for fear of hurting his feeling. Then she put her hand in his shoulder, moved slowly and lost among the crowd amidst the beautiful flowers, just the two of them in their small world. I suka scene-scene macam nie. I kan kalau tengok orang sekeliling, I selalu imagine, what kind of life this people lead or that I would create a story for them in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then kita orang masuk ke dalam tempat tertutup yang berhawa dingin where they put gubahan bunga-bunga from some part of the world and pencipta-pencipta gubahan. I tak check abis, cuma pegi kat satu section aje sebab macam bosan aje. I didn’t take many pictures inside sebab orang ramai berasak-asak. Masa I baru nak ambik-ambik gambar kat satu gubahan bunga tu tiba-tiba, ada sekumpulan budak lelaki suruh I move aside sebab dorang nak ambik gambar. I pandang sambil menjeling kat dorang and then I continued with my snapping. Ingat kandang itik ke sesuka hati nak suruh I blah dari situ. Then I cakap dengan husband I akan incident tadi. Hero tamil apa lagi, berapi-api amarahnya and menyumpah-nyumpah budak-budak tu, tapi kat I la, bukan kat budak-budak tu yang entah di mana. Kalau nak luahkan point dia, sampai esok pun tak abis kalau I layan. Rasa macam nak cubit je mulut yang mengomel itu. Then kita orang pegi kat bazaar garden and seperti biasa kalau tak berdebat memang tak sah hari kita orang. This time pasal colour orkid. Husband I colour blind so you can imagined how frustrated we were untuk menegakkan kebenaran base on dari pandangan mata masing-masing. Orkid colour biru dia kata purple, yang maroon dia kata pink. So berbalah manja la pasangan thangatirai nie kan. I sampai siap cakap lagi, you nak I tanya orang keliling tak, just to prove that I’m right. Bila I pusing belakang I tengok ada budak pompuan pakai tudung dengan muka takut-takut tengok I. I think she doesn’t want to be ask kot hehe.. Serentak dengan itu, both of us gelak-gelak malu sambil berlalu dari situ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyway, boleh tahan jugak gambar I ambik tapi entah lah mood macam tak ada, like I said this is probably due to the fact that I dah ambik gambar bunga that day and furthermore rasa macam tak puas hati aje bila tengok gambar kat screen camera. I’m so worried that the it might not produce a result like I want it to. Lepas puas bejalan-jalan kat area Flora tu, we decided to go back sebab dah malas and we didn’t venture much anyway. Next time la ambik gambar masjid or other building or any other places yang menarik kat situ. Dulu dah pernah ambik gambar-gambar kat kawasan tasik tapi lama dah…around 2004 ke 2005. But I will come back again to explore more of putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way back, we decided to have our lunch at Cosy House, GA. Masa tengah order tu tiba-tiba terdengar ada satu suara perempuan yang amat kuat tak jauh dari tempat kita orang. I tengok macam satu family, mak bapak, nenek, anak dara perempuan sorang and another perempuan muda berambut blonde. It seems that the middle age lady bagi advise kat perempuan rambut blonde tu. I heard a little bit of what was said. Dia cakap, ikut cakap dia, jangan bergaduh dalam kereta.. etc..etc.. Macam-macam la dia cakap and keep repeating the same word/sentences again and again. Dia tak sound perempuan rambut blonde tu but more of a motherly advise. Then perempuan blonde tu bangun and bila dia pusingkan badan nak bejalan keluar, dia menangis.. I don’t know what was going on and I’m not nosy yea hehe..I’m just telling you what I saw… Ah that’s life ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, lepas makan, both of us jalan-jalan kejap kat dalam GA and I bought a few things for my next project. I can’t tell you what it was. I will tell you in the future or I might not hehe.. Balik rumah, I tak sabar-sabar nak transfer gambar ke laptop and tengok macam mana result gambar yang I ambik as I didn’t give any high hope that it would be nice. I know kalau I tak ada mood nak ambik gambar mesti gambar tak jadi and tak cantik or kabur. But I was so glad, walaupun tak secantik photographer professional but it turned out to be so beautiful, in fact better than ever. Thanks God! I guess mood has nothing to do with it kot..ntah lah.. Oh yea, I tengok gambar-gambar I yang husband I ambik, oh dear, gambar tertonggeng la, gambar macam nak terbaring la, gambar muka berkedut or gambar pegang hidung la. Gambar yang mata tertutup atau mata stim jangan kira la wakaka.. But albeit all that, ada la jugak gambar-gambar yang sungguh lawa dia ambik, bukan kata I lawa, tapi angle-angle yang menampakan “keremajaan” dan “kebujuran” bentuk muka (uweek) I. Susah oo..nak buat pose muda sekarang nie, banyak sudut-sudut yang mengecewakan huhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, walaupun cuaca redup, I sekarang sudah tan and kulit dah dark yellow and kalau I dah upload gambar ke flickr nanti I bagitau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syukur Alhamdullilah another amazing day from you and thank you so much for creating such a beautiful flowers with all kind of shapes, colours and smells. And thank you so much for giving me another day to be with my husband and sharing this wonderful moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note: Ini la entry paling panjang dalam sejarah I berblog.. at least I think so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4462267032068685951?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4462267032068685951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4462267032068685951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4462267032068685951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4462267032068685951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ke-pesta-flora-putrajaya.html' title='Ke Pesta Flora, Putrajaya'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dxLIJai6A1g/TiL9XD8n-NI/AAAAAAAABdY/A71AHL3CUQ8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6403289894240172583</id><published>2011-07-16T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T23:07:35.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Dear Zura/Zue-Rogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Zura/Zue-Rogue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you so much for the nice comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m touched with the wish on my jodoh and I really appreciate it very much. Terasa bagai ada gelombang di tekak ini...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don’t be sorry for having those beautiful emotion because I know you are a sincere person, I can feel it (psikik la pulak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for reading my blog yang tiada istimewanya ini. It is a great pleasure for me to share some of my personal life story with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, thanks a million time, for accepting me (my personal life story) for who and what I am and not judging me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6403289894240172583?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6403289894240172583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6403289894240172583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6403289894240172583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6403289894240172583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-zurazue-rogue.html' title='Dear Zura/Zue-Rogue'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2852243321149742742</id><published>2011-07-12T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:28:03.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGPJxtxPmf8/Thwsu9JjCYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YAblkLLQubk/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628422819506489730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGPJxtxPmf8/Thwsu9JjCYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YAblkLLQubk/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my husband came back as usual for lunch. Just before lunch he got up from his chair and went back to the door. I was wandering what was going on. Then he surprised me with a gift of a Floral Collection Rose Soap from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer, RM25. From his eyes, I can see the anticipation of what my reaction would be. I was not expecting at all. Then I gave him the biggest and the sweetest smile that I can muster of and kiss his cheek. I told him I love it and thank you so much and that he shouldn’t bought it, as we just bought a few toiletries two weeks ago which can last me till end of August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He said don't worry about it and that when he walked past the M&amp;amp;S on the way back, he remembered that I love this kind of stuff and thought he should get something for me. And from now on, every month he will buy a different floral collection soap such as Lavender, Magnolia etc. or any kind of toiletries, so that I would always have a stock ready whenever I want to use it. He is such an awesome, thoughtful and caring guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I smelled it a few times just to show him that I really appreciate it. I have to do that because my husband was always worried that I might not like it. He would be asking me a few times until he was sure of how I felt. There were times when I have to be a little bit of exaggerated and acting like it is the best gift that he ever gave me. Some men just need more convincing than others and he was one of them. These inexpensive and a simple gift means more to me and it reach my heart in a very sentimental way… Love you sweetie… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2852243321149742742?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2852243321149742742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2852243321149742742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2852243321149742742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2852243321149742742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/sweet-gift.html' title='A Sweet Gift'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGPJxtxPmf8/Thwsu9JjCYI/AAAAAAAABdQ/YAblkLLQubk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4056316654767966344</id><published>2011-07-11T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T16:52:40.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Ungrateful People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday was my last day ganti puasa.. horaayy… finally abis jugak... I lost about 1 kg those three days but gained it back today..damn it! Not much happened to me last weekend as we’re just stayed at home due to the berSHIT group roaming around our capital city causing all the commotion around. Such an ungrateful SOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about ungrateful, there is a lot of "frustration" “little people” around who always think that they are the victim or victimised by the system so on but little did they know that they are used by certain politician who are another SOB who is greedy and not satisfied until they are in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These “little people” are so easily influenced, closed minded and never venture out of their country or even if they do, they are just plained ignorance. I’m sure they don’t know what they are actually doing, I can assure you that. I’ve not travelled much but I’ve been to a few countries, met and experienced all kind of things. I remembered when I was asked where I’m from and when I told them, the first thing that they said to me was, you are very lucky to be born in a peaceful country and to have a great leader. We admire your prime minister and your country's policy. And it happened not just once, but a few times by different people and different kind of races around the world. Sometime we would have long conversation together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here you are, complaining, whining like a small kid and pinpoint at others that you think making a huge mistake without looking at yourself. You think that you are so perfect, that you are so pious, that you are so godly? You think your problems are caused by others when you know deep down it is yourself to be blame. Shame on you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4056316654767966344?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4056316654767966344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4056316654767966344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4056316654767966344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4056316654767966344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ungrateful-people.html' title='Ungrateful People!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8896132304255746819</id><published>2011-07-07T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:43:02.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Being There For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember there was one line of entry that I mentioned about how I went to see a close friend, that she cried on my shoulder for the longest time and that I can't tell you what was the reason? And also about another entry that I worried about things too much? Yeah, it was about her. I’ve known her for about two years and she is a nice, helpful and kind person. Because of her kindness sometime people tend to take advantage on her. From time to time we would meet up in her office just to talk and she said she enjoyed my company. But this past month, she was having some personal issue and it took a tremendous toll on her, mentally, emotionally and somewhat physically. We would leave and replies each other’s messages and she would poured her heart out to me and as a friend I would try to soothe her pain and from time to time I would give her lots of motivational talk. She would be saying how it hurt so much or that how sad she was. Sometime she would cry when she think about it and asking why such thing happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn’t and can't tell her that she should stop crying or that she should move on or forget about it or be patience (unless it was a different circumstances). I have no right to say that kind of things to her. It is not my position to do so. I didn’t feel what she felt, beside I don’t experience what she experienced and the only thing that I can do was to listen to her. But I told her to be strong and that she should put herself first and that her happiness is more important than anybody else in this world (but offcourse for the right reason). I’m sympathy with her and I can understand the suffering that she’s going through right now. The only way that I can do was at least ease the burden on her and make her feel better by being there for her. I really hope that she would eventually find some peace and happiness in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised that a true friend is someone who listen and not judging you. A true friend is someone who respected your feeling and think twice before hurting you…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8896132304255746819?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8896132304255746819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8896132304255746819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8896132304255746819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8896132304255746819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-there-for-friend.html' title='Being There For A Friend'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3579395168613959027</id><published>2011-07-06T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:24:15.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Puasa Ganti Hari-Hari Terakhir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml9MJxdT2W0/ThSEwa2DeZI/AAAAAAAABdI/5NqKrbcdhss/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626267801867221394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml9MJxdT2W0/ThSEwa2DeZI/AAAAAAAABdI/5NqKrbcdhss/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to write an entry about other stuff but since I puasa ganti hari nie, so I told myself might as well I ikut tema..wah.. nak buat entry or publish entry pun ikut tema-tema la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have three more days to go, meaning this friday will be my last day. I serik la, tak mau lambat-lambat ganti puasa lagi. Lepas raya nie nanti I akan ganti cepat-cepat. But actually kalau nak ikutkan two months ago I sepatutnya dah abis ganti tapi disebabkan oleh gastric yang teruk terus I stop half way. I hope this time I will be ok Insyallah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So gambar nie was my makanan berbuka puasa petang tadi and merangkap sahur untuk pagi esok. I masak simple aje but husband I was so excited, nak makan nie la itu la..macam la dia puasa haha.. Pagi esok dia suruh I kejutkan dia sebab dia nak sahur sama-sama so that tengahari dia tak payah balik lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, pagi tadi lepas sahur I jalan-jalan kat blog yang I selalu pegi then I decided to masuk kat blog yang famous itu. I pernah masuk blog dia sekali dua dulu lama dah but entah gatal pulak nak jenguk pagi tadi. Sebelum tu I ada baca blog sorang mamat nie, masuk blog dia and teruk kena virus. I thought blog mamat tu aje yang kena and not mine since I pernah masuk dulu tak ada apa-apa. Sekalikan I masuk je terus laptop I terkena jugak and it was quite bad. Wah..I sungguh tension. Berapa kali scan this and that still tak jalan jugak. Each time I nak masuk website lain, it will redirect me to elsewhere.. sakit hati I and menyumpah-nyumpah but I quickly cover my mouth since I puasakan.. temptation betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petang tadi husband I tried a few times, restored etc. akhirnya berjaya jugak.. I rasa sungguh lega. I serik nak masuk blog merah itu lagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian kisah I hari nie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Tengahari tadi, I lepak-lepak tengok Masterchef US Season 2, telan-telan air liur I tengok masakan dorang.. lambchop la, steak la, dessert la, sausage la but minus the pork la kan.. Makan hati I tengok Ramsey, Joe and Graham taste-taste makanan contestant...&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/7845427292620450927-3579395168613959027?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3579395168613959027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3579395168613959027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3579395168613959027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3579395168613959027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-puasa-ganti.html' title='Puasa Ganti Hari-Hari Terakhir'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ml9MJxdT2W0/ThSEwa2DeZI/AAAAAAAABdI/5NqKrbcdhss/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8565456934120961370</id><published>2011-07-05T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:49:13.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>My Amnesia Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXcbhaErE8w/ThKZLgBCGeI/AAAAAAAABdA/TQHXhxenUUA/s1600/my_amnesia_girl_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625727307391048162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXcbhaErE8w/ThKZLgBCGeI/AAAAAAAABdA/TQHXhxenUUA/s400/my_amnesia_girl_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday while flippng through the channel, I decided to check on astro box office’s movies for this month. Selama nie I jarang tengok astro box office movie although melanggan tiap-tiap bulan. I tengok ada satu cerita baru nak start, cerita Philipine bahasa tagalog tapi ada subtitle english la kan, kalau tak sure tak paham. I baca synopsis, macam biasa je… Then memula, ingat nak keluar dinner but I macam tak ada hati nak keluar beside tak tau apa nak makan, so I tengok movie nie sambil lewa on the first few minutes but after that oh dear….I terus hooked on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cerita nie sangat sangat best. I ketawa terbahak-bahak, tersenyum malu and menangis berjuraian air mata. This is one of the best romantic/love story yang pernah I tengok. Cara pertemuan, percintaan berkasih-kasihan, dialog yang sungguh-sungguh kelakar dan cheesy serta syahdu membuat I terbuai bersama arus perasaan yang sarat dengan emosi ini. Tidak memerlukan pelakon yang handsome atau cantik atau berdarah campuran, menambahkan keenakan I menonton. Lakonan bersahaja dan spontaneous sungguh lekat di hati. On top of that, tak perlu nak show off tentang kemewahan ke or belatarbelakangkan keluarga kaya ke, anak datuk ke, anak tengku ke, ahli perniagaan yang berjaya ke, membuatkan cerita ini hidup. Tak macam filem local kita (tak semua) yang penuh fantasi dan memperbodohkan penonton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I ringkaskan je la. Cerita ini mengisahkan percintaan between Apollo dan Irene. Macam-macam kisah cinta yang menarik between the two of them which was full of surprised and unexpected. So Apollo pun proposed kat Irene nie. During their wedding tu masa Irene tengah bejalan masuk ke dalam church, Apollo yang tunggu kat depan beliau (depan altar), tiba-tiba got a cold feet and melarikan diri, leaving Irene alone kat depan paderi and sedara mara/kengkawan semua. Irene menangis dalam hujan..sungguh tragis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So one day tu, tengah Apollo and kawan-kawan dia jalan dalam supermarket, tiba-tiba dorang ternampak Irene. Apollo pun approached Irene tapi Irene buat-buat tak kenal and cakap dia ada amnesia lepas accident and after that…ahhh…. Antara part yang so sayu was, when Apollo and Irene nie mengunakan a third person dalam luahan perasaan dorang when actually it was about them, masa berteduh dari hujan dalam pondok rehat. Dan part yang paling I suka was part Apollo and Irene nyanyi penuh kasih sayang dalam LRT, then Irene continue and mendendangkannya kepada Apollo dengan penuh perasaan sambil mengalirkan airmata, dengan peluk-peluk manja.. Oh dear, sungguh-sungguh romantic and sungguh sukar untuk I menyeka airmata ini dari terus mengalir. Adegan yang paling menyentuh perasaan I selama I menonton any love story dalam hidup I. Anyway, lakonan pelakon-pelakon lain/tambahan pun superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Husband I yang busy body asyik pandang-pandang I aje bila tengok I nangis-nangis part sedih and romantis..kacau je, tak dapat I nak menyelam dengan sepenuh perasaan. Bila cerita habis je husband I cakap, “kalau kita keluar tadi mesti kita miss cerita nie kan”? I kata banyak ulangan nanti, then dia usik I, dia kata habis bantal I basah hehehe..memang pun I nangis cover-cover dengan bantal and tissue sebab tak mau dia tengok. Dan selama beberapa hari cerita nie masih terbayang di mata dan hati I and next day I cari and DL cerita nie, mana la tau, tiba-tiba rasa macam nak hiba boleh layan lagi wakaka… Kalau korang suka tengok love story and at the same time suka humour, this is the story for you. And please sediakan tissue banyak-banyak..sebab sangat-sangat touching, loving and sad. Script manja-manja was so cheesy and maybe one of the corniest movie but I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Gambar kat Taman KLCC dah update...&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/7845427292620450927-8565456934120961370?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8565456934120961370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8565456934120961370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8565456934120961370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8565456934120961370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-amnesia-girl.html' title='My Amnesia Girl'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GXcbhaErE8w/ThKZLgBCGeI/AAAAAAAABdA/TQHXhxenUUA/s72-c/my_amnesia_girl_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-1693725623669554563</id><published>2011-07-04T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:16:37.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ke Taman KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQpCLsbhu1o/ThGeEvypAbI/AAAAAAAABc4/lw424XMv48Y/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625451213947994546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQpCLsbhu1o/ThGeEvypAbI/AAAAAAAABc4/lw424XMv48Y/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, Sunday, we were planning to just stay at home since Saturday dah pegi zoo and snapping around but as usual mesti tak ikut plan. Around 3pm both of us keluar without breakfast and imagine betapa kosongnya perut. Mula-mula nak makan kat Cosy House than we changed our mind since nak ber snapping kat KLCC, jadi might as well pegi je terus ke situ. We decided to have our late lunch which was around 3.30pm at Little Penang. Lepas makan terus keluar ke taman KLCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have never venture out to taman KLCC nie because I only do my shopping or makan-makan indoor aje. So this was my first time ever! Can you believe it after years of going to KLCC! At first I have no expectation of what I’m going to find as I saw the scene at the fountain was not as desirable as I expected, air fountain tak ada, maybe malam kot baru ada. Then I saw lots of foreigners and local alike lepak-lepak kat tepi fountain yang tak ada air fountain tu. The weather was hot as usual and I sweat a lot although it was almost 5pm. I nie asyik-asyik complaint pasal bertapa panasnya dan berpeluhnya I kan? Anyway, we thought about cutting short the outing as I don’t see any nice scenery for me to take some photos. Then we decided to carry on je la, lagipun I nak tengok macam mana rupa waterfall or swimming pool for kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m glad I did because there were a lot of interesting scene around the pool. I took lots of children pictures and I was glad the parents didn’t mind at all, although they watch me like I’m some kind of a pervert or something or maybe they thought “Wah! photographer ayu nan manis nie tengah snap-snap gambar, mesti keluar kat magazine anak kita nie kan sayang, mesti photographer yang sejelita miss universe nie professional photographer”..wakaka.. muntah la korang baca..hehe.. Anyway, once in a while I would smiled and laughed watching those kids, macam-macam perangai and sangat kelakar. Then I went behind the waterfall to take more pictures. I told myself that I would come again to these particular spot in the future because watching them without a care in the world membuat I rasa sungguh gembira dan tenang. And I couldn’t wait to bring my nieces and cucu sedara to this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that we continued our jalan-jalan towards a more secluded place and voila..ramainya pasangan kekasih duduk berdua-duaan on several spot. Sungguh romantic. The garden was clean and di jaga dengan sungguh rapi and security personal were everywhere. The view…ahhh..so beautiful, awesome. Had I know taman KLCC nie begini indah I would have come sooner. I totally fall in love with this place… With all the different kind of unique trees and kehijauan yang sungguh menyejukkan mata, nothing can beat nature, I tell you that. Pondok-pondok kayu sungguh cantik and they even have ice water from the tap water for joggers or anybody to drinks to cool themselves. I told my husband that we should do our running here. Ahh.. the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful (err..berapa kali I kata beautiful?) and I took lots of pictures. I was so excited and couldn’t stop smiling. Rasa macam tak nak balik je. I guess I’m a nature kinda photographer…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went back to do a little bit of shopping/marketing and have our dinner at Cosy House GA. And then out of the blue I suggested to my husband that I should take some pictures of KLCC Twin Tower during night time as I never done it before. After dinner off we go… but we didn’t go to the garden because it was getting late. I just took the Twin Tower from a few angles outside the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We planned to come again to the garden but it would be during night time to take different set of sceneries. I bet it is going to be more fantastic and wonderful eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Syukur and thank you very much Allah for giving me these opportunity to spend another day with my beloved husband and I hope this joy and happiness stay in my heart forever. To my wonderful husband, thank you very much for being so patience and supportive of my passion in photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Gambar-gambar kat Zoo dah update kat my flickr esok I update yang kat Taman KLCC yea... &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/7845427292620450927-1693725623669554563?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1693725623669554563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=1693725623669554563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1693725623669554563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1693725623669554563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ke-taman-klcc.html' title='Ke Taman KLCC'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQpCLsbhu1o/ThGeEvypAbI/AAAAAAAABc4/lw424XMv48Y/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-963341432551066408</id><published>2011-07-03T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T01:53:21.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ke Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOA83BylIj4/ThCMIbtxjbI/AAAAAAAABcw/gHOdPrjRbME/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625150011092340146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOA83BylIj4/ThCMIbtxjbI/AAAAAAAABcw/gHOdPrjRbME/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday which was Saturday, we went to the Zoo. Yeah finally after puas di pujuk oleh peminat Animal Planet itu. My husband has been hinting to me about visiting a zoo for as long as I can remember. But I always find an excuse not to go there. After much persuasion and begging from him, I decided to give in to him. We went out quite late around 2.30pm to have our lunch and reached the zoo around 3.30pm. We were told that the daily show was around 11.00am and 3.00pm. Well, we obviously missed it but we can always go anytime we want as it is not far from our house. Anyway, the ticket was RM15 per person. Opening hours is from 9am to 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masuk aje, wahh.. tiba-tiba I jadi so excited. The last time I went there was in 1992 if I'm not mistaken. That was a very long time ago. When I saw the animals in the cages suddenly I feel so sad. It broke my heart to see them in such a small confinement/area, not much space to move around and was separated from their cousins around the world. Especially gajah la kan yang selalu go in group. Like I said I was excited to see those animals but at the same time I want to cry watching them in those unsuited environment. I told my husband about my mix feeling, he told me not to worry because the space behind their cage where they will be kept after 5pm is huge and that they will be together on which I totally disagree with his weird and “pandai-pandai” theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it was freaking hot and sweaty as usual but the breeze helps a lot to cool us down. I’m glad the trees shade most of the walk ways. Visitors pun tak berapa crowded I think sebab dah petang. While walking near the lion’s cage, I saw one old mat salleh lady putting some sort of a banner about her disagreement with the caging of the animal. I wish to talk with her and hear her opinion but knowing my husband yang not too keen for me to talk to a stranger especially with benda-benda sensitive nie, I changed my mind but I know, he knows what I’m thinking when he look at me with those eyes..dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We covered most of the place except for the reptiles section as we dislike those species. Geli la tengok buaya and ular-ular nih. Maybe in the future if we happen to come again we might go to these section. Then we went to the ape section, tiba-tiba I teringat about aunty I yang sewel punya statement, she said one of our relatives, on which I don't know how we are related to him, that used to come to my grandparents's house looks like an ape. I told my husband sambil tersengih-sengih but I felt bad sebab tak baik la. Beside that guy died tragically kat kebun sorang-sorang with a horrible expression on his face, well...that is what aunty sewel said..not me. Anyway, on the way back we decided to make another lencongan to the last place of the area that shows to an aquarium section. Masuk aja..ahhh leganya because ada aircond..rasa macam tak nak keluar. Ok la not bad and nampak baru because some of the section is still under renovation and construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over all we had a great time and it is worth going although there is still a room for improvement for example, maintain and bersih-bersih la kan tempat nie. And also binatang pun nampak macam tak ada hati nak idup lagi. Oh yeah, masa jalan-jalan dalam zoo, ada banyak kedai makan, husband I tanya whether I nak makan or minum-minum or beli makanan and minuman kat situ. I said no, he said why, I told him because I tak nak aura binatang masuk kat dalam makanan or minuman I. Beside most of the place at the zoo is so smelly of the poo and the piss of the animal. Tak lalu maa….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, thanks darling for the wonderful outing and offcourse the main reason is for snapping-snapping....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Nanti I update gambar kat zoo kat flickr..oh gambar kat taman bunga dah update.. &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/7845427292620450927-963341432551066408?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/963341432551066408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=963341432551066408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/963341432551066408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/963341432551066408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/07/ke-zoo.html' title='Ke Zoo'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOA83BylIj4/ThCMIbtxjbI/AAAAAAAABcw/gHOdPrjRbME/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4587968872912424525</id><published>2011-06-28T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:26:19.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Roti Jala Yang Simple..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPwR-CDlVyM/Tgn48u50SJI/AAAAAAAABco/3gtHTbZQ-x8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623299332015147154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPwR-CDlVyM/Tgn48u50SJI/AAAAAAAABco/3gtHTbZQ-x8/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to update my blog earlier on today but I thought I should wait for something that I might cook this evening but it was not to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I  better update this one before the night ended for next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so hungry yesterday afternoon, so I decided to cook/make this roti jala or kalau direct translation it would be net bread wakaka.. I have been having this urge for a few days but was too lazy to even lift a bowl hehe.. But then I remember my darling husband kept hinting to me that it would be nice if we were to cook together. Yela sayang.. And furthermore I was hungry like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went to look for my recipe books and found a few. I'm not too keen on the ingredient and how it was made so I decided to change all together and made my own recipe. On top of that I don't really trust it. So sekarang maknanya, this is my recipe ler kan and I would like to share it with you. Bahan-bahannya; 300gm tepung gandum, 250ml susu cair, 2 biji telur, 1/2 sudu kecil garam, 1 sudu kecil serbuk kunyit (yang kat buku guna pewarna kuning but I tukar to serbuk kunyit), 450ml air boleh ditambah kalau nak cair lagi, 3 helai daun pandan untuk di celupkan ke minyak dan lenserkan ke kuali leper and minyak untuk masak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cara membuatnya; Ayakkan tepung dengan serbuk kunyit then masukkan telur and gaulkan, masukkan susu cair, masukkan air sedikit demi sedikit, masukkan garam, gaul hingga rata, then tapis. Lepas tapis, panaskan kuali leper, renjis atau lenserkan minyak dengan daun pandan. Bila dah panas kuali tuangkan aduan ke dalam acuan dan jalakan dengan pantas. Bila dah masak, angkat tapi jangan lipat dulu tau, biar sejuk sikit. I learned my lesson well sebab I terus lipat lepas angkat, bederai roti jala I. Biar sejuk dulu atau suam-suam baru lipat ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the kari tu, I guna ikan sardin sebab kalau nak buat kari ayam, nak kena tunggu ayam tu cair lambat sangat. I buat kari sardin macam I buat kari yang biasa I buat except for I tak guna santan, I guna lebihan susu cair and air.  Husband I balik kerja terus sibuk nak tolong I menjalakan roti hehehe..he is so sweet, walau rupa roti dia buruk tapi I puji-puji sebab nak bagi dia semangat.  Lepas siap masak husband I makan banyak sangat, takut I tengok.  Then malam-malam dia sambung lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian dan selamat mencuba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-4587968872912424525?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4587968872912424525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4587968872912424525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4587968872912424525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4587968872912424525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/roti-jala-yang-simple.html' title='Roti Jala Yang Simple..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IPwR-CDlVyM/Tgn48u50SJI/AAAAAAAABco/3gtHTbZQ-x8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7761877895354906208</id><published>2011-06-27T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:43:17.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Sunday's Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfVqUT2MCtY/TggptP-lSSI/AAAAAAAABcg/Pp6u3aXWhHo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622789992131938594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfVqUT2MCtY/TggptP-lSSI/AAAAAAAABcg/Pp6u3aXWhHo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I tak pernah try pakai bulu mata palsu so I decided to buy and try it one of these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday we went to KLCC to do a little bit of shopping etc. It has been such a long time since I last come here, ada la dalam berbulan jugak. Kalau datang pun terus straight pegi Cinema. Anyway, the reason why I went there was because I was curious and I want to see how Sephora in KLCC's looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch at Madam Kwan’s as usual we would go to Kinokuniya Book Store. Oh, I was so happy because I finally found satu buku fashion Jepun yang bagi tunjuk ajar in details macam mana nak jahit leher baju. All this while banyak kain hancur I kerjakan sebab I was not satisfied with what I did and ada yang tak jadi. I tak sabar nak follow yang according to the book but I don’t have the time right now. Too many things to do with so little time. But I’m glad baju untuk hari raya dah antar kat tailor, nasib baik dia masih nak accept because I hantar sampai tiga pasang. I don’t know yang extra two tu nak melaram kat mana nanti. I tak confident nak buat guna kain licin and lembut sebab banyak dah rosak and tak jadi hehe.. beside one of it was kena guna kain lining, although I pernah belajar but I don't dare to take the risk and tak mau la sakit hati nanti kan.. lagipun sayang kat kain yang beli mahal-mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, mula-mula tu I thought I tak nak beli buku fashion Jepun tu and I boleh ingat cara-cara nak buat but when I told my husband, dia terus suruh I ambik. Then we went to another section and I grab one fiction book that caught my eyes. Then we made our way to Sephora at the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masuk aje, I was surprised because the space was small in comparison to the one at Sephora Champs-Elysees Paris where I went to a few months back. Selection sungguh kurang and tak banyak choice, what a big disappointed. At the end of the day, I only bought a few stuff aje and spend less than ½ hour there! I decided to go elsewhere nanti to buy my toiletries. Then we went to Ego Sunglass International because I need a new shades, murah je brand pun Elle and cost about RM288.00 after 40% discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, got to go...busy busy.. bye for now and with more stories to come in the future as I have lots to share… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-7761877895354906208?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7761877895354906208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7761877895354906208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7761877895354906208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7761877895354906208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/sundays-update.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfVqUT2MCtY/TggptP-lSSI/AAAAAAAABcg/Pp6u3aXWhHo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-9211098654305303910</id><published>2011-06-25T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:49:51.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Hari Nie Ke Taman Bunga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAAuAgEOtbA/TgXib_16ZwI/AAAAAAAABcY/1I7764pxa-Q/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622148680463836930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAAuAgEOtbA/TgXib_16ZwI/AAAAAAAABcY/1I7764pxa-Q/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari nie I snappy snappy ke Taman Bunga. Actually, we were supposed to go last week but you know emergency cir bir ekeke. I was worried masa on the way nak pegi tengahari tadi sebabkan mana la tau tiba-tiba I cir bir kan.. (tak abis-abis kisah cir bir I nie eh? Malam tadi dah terkena balik, I think it must be the Sushi. Now Sushi la pulak jadi suspect la pulak kan). We had our lunch at Taman Burung or Hornbill’s Restaurant. The food was quite pricey, nasi goreng cina I cost about RM18.00 and my husband’s curry and nasi putih cost about RM16.00. Mula-mula ingat nak order air mineral but bila I tengok sebotol RM9.00 terus I cancel and order air suam aje. I’m not being stingy but to me it was quite melampau la for that price. The food tak ada la sedap mana, boleh la untuk alas perut. Service cepat but the waiter/waitress agak kelam kabut, kita kena panggil sebab orang ramai. Husband I cakap, macam kat oversea aje sebab 90% was a foreigner yang makan and bersiar-siar kat situ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch, we made our way to the Taman Bunga Raya and Orkid. Masuk adalah percuma which is good. Masa masuk kat dalam tu, I dah worried again about my cir bir, I told my husband, kalau tak sempat nak bekejar ke toilet kalau tiba-tiba I ter cir bir, boleh la I baja sikit kat bunga-bunga nie ekeke… So I dah identify a few places and tengok-tengok paip ada dekat ke tak wakakaka… But I was so glad because nothing bad happened to me, syukur Alhamdullilah. And I don’t have to worry much because the toilet is quite near and you can find it easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I was so happy today because I got to take lots of pictures of bunga-bunga yang sungguh indah ini. Taman bunga nie is a combination of Taman Bunga Raya (Hibiscus) and Taman Bunga Orked (Orchid). Kawasan nie sungguh cantik and bersih. Tempat nie memang di jaga dengan betul. I suggest you all pegi sini although tak ada la besar mana but still the view is beautiful with bunga-bunga yang segar. Rasa macam kat kayangan aje masa bediri kat tengah-tengah bunga nie..kayangan la pulakkk… Tapi kat bunga-bunga orkid nie redup sikit and the ventilation system is cooling..ahh segar.. But bila keluar dari situ and ke taman bunga raya, adoiii, it was so freaking hot. I think I dah kena tan sikit. But it doesn’t matter, yang penting mission accomplished and I sangat puas hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balik dari Taman Bunga nie, KL was a bit jam everywhere due to the closing kat area Padang Merdeka. So kena divert masuk bandar. I rasa macam nak pengsan kepanasan although aircond kereta was full blast. On the way back we went to Giant sekejap and bila dah nak sampai rumah husband I suggested that I pegi steam and cuci rambut. Masuk-masuk aje, owner tu ingat lagi kat I walaupun I lama tak datang. Apa lagi bukan main meriah lagi mulut kita orang berborak ditambah dengan pekerja-pekerja cina lelaki dia yang sangat peramah. I sorang je client yang kecoh kat situ ekeke.. macam-macam la yang dibualkan, siap masuk citer hantu lagi, my favourite topic and kutuk-kutuk nenen Victoria Beckham ekeke... Siap si budak tu cerita pasal perangai family dia lagi. I think I nie memang ada aura counsellor kot hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later husband I datang and tunggu dalam kereta sampai I siap. I told him selain dari rambut di cuci and di basuh I suruh dorang trim rambut I, which is pendek jugak. Mula la husband I buat muka tak puas hati. I kata sikit je and rambut kalau selalu potong cepat tumbuh.. (ye ke..), nak sedapkan hati dia. Macam tak logic je kan..eh bukan I cakap owner tu yang cakap. But I’m happy sebab I dah muak dengan fashion yang sama before this. Overall, I had so much fun today and thank you very much Allah for giving me one more day to spend my time with my amazing husband and for being able to enjoy this beautiful world that You made for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : I will let you know kalau I dah update gambar-gambar bunga kat my flickr… &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/7845427292620450927-9211098654305303910?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9211098654305303910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=9211098654305303910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/9211098654305303910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/9211098654305303910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/hari-nie-ke-taman-bunga.html' title='Hari Nie Ke Taman Bunga'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QAAuAgEOtbA/TgXib_16ZwI/AAAAAAAABcY/1I7764pxa-Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6958354387543117324</id><published>2011-06-23T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T05:50:38.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>I Tengok Miss USA 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6YsHm-FWIw/TgNEjatayhI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kH-dDXtDkN8/s1600/Miss-USA-2011-Alyssa-Campanella-736x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621412135144442386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6YsHm-FWIw/TgNEjatayhI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kH-dDXtDkN8/s400/Miss-USA-2011-Alyssa-Campanella-736x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was toying with the idea of cutting my hair these past few days. I thought of Jaclyn Victor’s hair style. So I’ve been broaching the idea to my darling husband. Unfortunately and as always, dia sudah veto siang-siang. I told him, I’m bored with this long hair and I look like a nenek rockers yang tak sedar diri and stuck in the 80’s time capsule. But pakcik wouldn’t budge. I mean, what is the point of having a long hair when you have to tie it all the time as you are so rimas and kekadang I sanggul like the late mak enon. Dah la my hair nie nipis and nampak kulit kepala lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dalam penuh kelesuan ini, I decided to watch Miss USA that I DL a few days ago. But I was mad because I already know who was the winner masa I surfed aritu, damn! I thought mesti tak best since I dah tau siapa menang kan and I was a bit hesitate to watch. But I teruskan jua niat murni ini (hehe) sebab I memang suka tengok whatever Miss Miss kat bumi nie, and I’m glad I did because it was so much fun and the contestant was so beautiful, young, vibrant and fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi hati I sungguh terluka sebab perut dorang sungguh kempis tanpa ada secubit pun spare tyre. Nenen sungguh tegang dan terletak kemas. Sesambil tu I jenguk la jugak kepunyaan diri sendiri yang sungguh tragis ini..huhu.. But then I decided not to cut my hair after watching all of them yang berambut panjang itu. Mula la I perasan dengan rambut yang sejemput jagung ini. I kibar-kibarkan during the show, bagi la chance I perasan maa… Oh I was so happy that Miss California, Alyssa Campanella won. She deserved it and she gave a very good answer, on top of that she is so beautiful and a history geek! I siap tepuk-tepuk tangan and menjerit sorang-sorang kat rumah bila dia menang, although I dah tau dia yang menang. I rewinded a few times sebab I suka tengok muka dia tekejut. Nasib baik la yang blonde tu tak menang, air muka and perangai macam stuck up aje. And I suka baju yang Giuliana Rancic’s (one of the hosts on that event and she was also one of the host for E-News) pakai. So beautiful especially yang the second one, yang sama dengan colour kulit dia and the jewellery/necklaces, was so awesome. And I also suka dengan cara Kelly Osbourne’s commentary, she done a great job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When my husband came back from work, I told him about Miss Miss nie yang rambut panjang and sangat cantik on them. Husband I punya reaction was…dia berdehem sambil mengangkatkan kening dia, meaning I told you so.. Nyampah I tauu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6958354387543117324?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6958354387543117324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6958354387543117324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6958354387543117324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6958354387543117324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-tengok-miss-usa-2011.html' title='I Tengok Miss USA 2011'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6YsHm-FWIw/TgNEjatayhI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kH-dDXtDkN8/s72-c/Miss-USA-2011-Alyssa-Campanella-736x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5097624772751510378</id><published>2011-06-21T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:20:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Orang Emo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a lot of stuff going around me these past few days. These kinda thing affected me emotionally, mentally and drain me off my energy. I worried about things too much and I realised that I can’t count on anybody except for my husband. People tend to be so selfish and think about themselves only. I realised that I shouldn't get involved with other people on a personal basis from now on. I guess it is about time for me to move into a new chapter in my life and leave unecessary thing behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the future, Dek don’t worry… you will be ok…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5097624772751510378?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5097624772751510378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5097624772751510378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5097624772751510378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5097624772751510378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-orang-emo.html' title='Update Orang Emo..'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8597457990458356138</id><published>2011-06-20T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:59:49.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Last Saturday ke Pasar Seni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrV0kc88uR4/Tf62xgkOBsI/AAAAAAAABcI/dV-_reoVAek/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620130346676651714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrV0kc88uR4/Tf62xgkOBsI/AAAAAAAABcI/dV-_reoVAek/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie around 2pm both of us keluar sebab yesterday husband I suggested that we go to Pasar Seni for my photo session. On the way nak ke situ, husband I suggested that we go to Putrajaya or Taman Bunga instead. But since hujan we decided tostick to the original plan aje. Sampai situ I tengok orang tak ramai and mula la cari angle yang I rasa ok for me to snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sort of disappointed as I didn’t see many “nice” or menepati jiwa I untuk gambar-gambar di ambil. Nak ambik gambar kat luar, tiba-tiba I rasa kelaparan la pulak kan. So both of us pegi makan kat Ginger Restaurant. Masa tengah order-order tiba-tiba perut I memulas yang amat, I decided to make a dash to the toilet. Lama la jugak I melepas, sampai husband I risau and called me. I think it must be the roti canai that we ate for breakfast early in the morning. But I tak makan kuah kari tu banyak-banyak, I cuma celup kat ujung roti aje, asal ambik rasa, but I’m pretty sure the kuah was the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balik kat restaurant tu, I makan sikit aje, mood dah tak ada kan. Nak ambik gambar dalam restaurant tu pun malas, I cuma ambik a few je. Lepas makan, perut I masih lagi rasa tak sedap. Lepas ambik gambar sikit-sikit both of us decided to go back. Dalam perjalanan nak balik I told him that I nak pegi ke Taman Bunga as I was not sastisfied with the pictures that I took but when we passed by the place, I changed my mind, kan tiba-tiba tengah bejalan-jalan kat dalam tu, perut meragam balik, tak sempat nak pegi ke toilet kan tercir dalam seluar. So we decided to just go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday was the most disappointed day in my photography “career” life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8597457990458356138?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8597457990458356138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8597457990458356138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8597457990458356138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8597457990458356138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/pasar-seni.html' title='Last Saturday ke Pasar Seni'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OrV0kc88uR4/Tf62xgkOBsI/AAAAAAAABcI/dV-_reoVAek/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5332492722349506374</id><published>2011-06-16T20:55:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:44:47.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Anti Social In FB?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you notice, semenjak dua menjak nie I rajin bukak fb and kadang-kadang berborak kat situ. Tak ada la active sangat but once in a while I would menyampuk sana sini on which I see fit. I tengok jugak orang dia macam mana. Kalau orang tu jenis sensitive I tak comment apa-apa kat status dia sebab I try my best to steer out of any controversial or things that might hurt other people’s feeling. Bende yang nothing to me might be something big to them kan. Manusia punya fikiran mana sama. Most of the time I don’t know how to comment base on their posting. Some are so emotional that I’m scared if I say something, I yang kena and I yang akan malu because everybody can read what was said. So I better senyap aje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although I suka berborak-borak dengan kawan-kawan or sedara kat situ but I don’t post anything on my wall. The reason was because I don’t know what to say. I know, sounds pelikkan. Maybe, I’m the type yang pemalu..ye la tu. Yes I malu and segan to express something there or to tell what I’m doing etc. Apa la guna ada wall post if kita tak tulis apa-apa kat situ kan? The best part, personal info pun tak complete wakaka...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I have to admit, dalam banyak-banyak post wall kawan-kawan yang I baca, I paling suka Joy punya. Because it was so funny. Ada je bende yang dia tulis buat I gelak and senyum sorang-sorang. She is so good in her writing and how she expressed her feeling. Oh and her English is superb! She knows how to say something that we often didn’t want to say out loud and just keep to ourselves. She is brutally honest and stood by what she said. But sometime ada aje some people yang didn’t get her or misunderstood her. If you really know her, you know what kind of a person she is. To me she is a very nice and fun person to be around with. She is very sweet, open minded and forward. And she is the first and the only one to come up with the nickname Sisty for me. I think it must be a combination of Sis and Misty. Creative isn’t it? I’m glad I met people like Joy. She is truly a Joy to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About picture kat fb, I suka tengok gambar-gambar yang kawan-kawan or sedara mara upload and sometime I would comment on it. But again, I was so malu and segan to put mine. Yang I letak pun ada tiga je gambar, itu pun muka tak nampak sangat, ala-ala tepi tepi je. Pelikkan, nak kata tak ada confident, I don’t think so. Entahlah…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About adding orang, rasanya I tak pernah add orang kecuali masa nak cari neighbour main Farmville dulu but kalau sesaja nak add orang tu, I memang tak pernah. But I do accept sesiapa yang request friend. The thing is, I don’t like orang yang tak kenal add I and tiba-tiba inbox tanya-tanya, I asal mana, kerja apa etc especially kalau lelaki, terus I tak reply. Kalau perempuan I don’t mind but itu pun you have to get to know me first or be acquaintance with me for a while, only then I will happily tell you about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So you see, I don’t know why, I have fb, kalau I tak post about anything, thoughts or activities ke on my wall, seldom masuk fb, malu nak upload gambar, tak add orang and tak mau memperkenalkan diri sendiri dengan lebih mendalam. I guess, I respect my privacy too much or am I that anti-sosial in fb? But I don’t mind telling everybody anything about my life etc. in my blog, weird huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5332492722349506374?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5332492722349506374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5332492722349506374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5332492722349506374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5332492722349506374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/anti-sosial-in-fb.html' title='Anti Social In FB?'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2979232746149616843</id><published>2011-06-15T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:45:13.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought/Emotion'/><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After two days, I thought I’m out this cir bir situation but it was not to be. Petang semalam tiba-tiba perut I memulas yang amat and terus menerpa ke bilik kecil itu. Rasa macam nak pengsan, dengan peluh yang keluar merata-rata. Mata I berpinar-pinar and suasana nampak kelam. Dalam keadaan I macam tu, I sempat lagi terpikir, jangan la I mati dalam posisi begini, di mana seluar kecil separuh kaki dan muka kekal meneran ..wakaka.. Asyik ingat nak mati je sekarang kan.. eee..takut la. Anyway, hari nie incident semalam tidak berlaku. I guess it must be the pretzel yang I makan semalam. Pretzel la jadi mangsa pulak kan. I baru teringat sebelum I cir bir yang teruk minggu lepas, I ada makan sikit sebelum tu and tak silap I dulu dulu pun I cir bir sebab Pretzel jugak la…now that I think of it, down memory lane la pulak kannn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, hari nie I tak ada mood, sungguh tak ada mood. I think maybe this is part of a recovery process which effect my emotion and I think sebab “bestfriend” I, Miss Period nak datang tak lama lagi kot. Ahh.. too many guess and suspect. Kesian husband I jadi mangsa singa jadi-jadian dari I tengahari tadi. Tapi being the nerdy one, dia buat derk aje and doing his best to make me laugh with his multi lingua nya itu. You know la bahasa apa dia gunakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking (like I always do) about how some men boleh mempunyai banyak isteri tapi masih boleh membahagi-bahagikan kasih sayang dan cintanya. And I was amazed at how some women boleh share that…. you know…. among each other. I’m not being lucah here, don’t get me wrong, I was just wondering. But as for me and I’m sure most women in the world, I wouldn’t share my man with any other women. I’m not being greedy and I know each and every one of us is milik Allah and I know I will not get under my golden umbrella ella ella.... How can I let other women kiss, hug and whispers all those sweet words to him? How can I let other women share those tender moment and dreams or future together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bukan menidakkan takdir or ketentuan Allah, don’t get me wrong. So I guess, I bukan la perempuan yang kuat iman dan penuh dengan kesabaran (memang tak pun), that I’m not able to have those heart of steel. But one thing for sure, I don’t envy their lifestyle and I guess that life is not for me to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2979232746149616843?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2979232746149616843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2979232746149616843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2979232746149616843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2979232746149616843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-7153384914785877467</id><published>2011-06-13T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:47:17.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2c1ZdQa253w/TfWwfBrwUWI/AAAAAAAABcA/KsqykyyPHoE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617590157288952162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2c1ZdQa253w/TfWwfBrwUWI/AAAAAAAABcA/KsqykyyPHoE/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I masih mengalami cir bir but it was not as bad as Friday (my husband bought a medicine from pharmacy as the one that I took from the doctor was not working at all). I cuma cir bir 4 kali aje, pagi semalam sekali and today belum lagi. I hope it would go soon. That night (Saturday) when I took my bath I was so shocked to see that my stomach was full of this red rashes like ruam panas and mengerutu. I quickly took my bath and told my husband. And mula la I surfed internet nak tau apakah puncanya. Other part of my body tak ada except for kat stomach aje. Mula la I ingat I kena denggi la, ini la itu la, tiba-tiba rasa sesak nafas la, rasa macam nak pengsan la, ingat dah nak mati la, that it is going to be my last night in this world. Oh dear.. husband I sibuk la call Glenegales enquiry this and that… Mula-mula ingat nak pegi malam tu jugak but we decided to wait until tomorrow morning kalau rashes tak turun-turun. Sungguh dramatic kami laki bini nie. Then malam tu I tak dapat tidur sampai ke pagi. Macam-macam dalam pikiran. Kejap-kejap I check my perut, hati bedebar-debar la pulak kan.. adeeihh hai.. Kalau nak kata vicks, each time I kembung perut memang sapu ubat tu aje. We thought, it was either the medicine from the pharmacy or it could be the chicken soup that I made sebab makan panas-panas ke apa, but our strongest guess was the pills. Sebabkan selama nie makan chicken soup and letak vicks tak ada apa-apa pun..entahlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy and glad that Hazama won last night (macam la vote kan). He deserved it! It was worth the wait although it took him five years to do so. The final four was not his match. Beside, only a few aje penyanyi AF yang betul-betul berkualiti. I do hope dia tak tengelam like kebanyakkan juara AF before him. Alahai, cakap berapi-api, macam la I vote all this while. But I have to admit I did, err.. fall for the trap of voting them but only on 1st and 2nd AF. I repeat ONLY 1st and 2nd AF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this few days, I masak makanan macam kat hospital, which I cook style kukus, soup or goreng tapi langsung tak pedas. I hate it because it was tasteless but I have no choice. I makan pun tak banyak. Husband I beli roti lekat dinding and I cicah sekali je kat kuah dal and the rest of it I makan kosong je. But I memang serik, I tak nak lagi makan makanan yang ada cili padi ke api ke..no way. But semalam I masak sambal udang untuk husband I, I makan 3 ketul aje, itupun I asingkan sambalnya. Hari nie I tak ada mood and malas sangat nak masak but I have no choice, nak suruh husband I beli kat luar, I takut tersalah makan. So I masak ikan kukus masak kari, tapi tak pedas and I goreng mee hoon tanpa cili giling. I makan nasi putih sikit and mee hoon sikit, as for ikan, I asingkan kuah kari bila I nak makan. Kesiankan I. Husband I belasah dengan sepenuh hati..dia kata sedapnya tapi I kata I buat yang simple and resepi I hentam aje. Dia kata itu yang sedap. I lupa nak ambik gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, hari nie I tak ada mood. Bukan la mood tak bagus, tapi just tak ada mood. Dalam tak ada mood tu, so far I dah basuh two round of baju-baju kat washing machine and habis semua newspaper I baca hari nie in between that sempat lagi I tengok movie kat HBO. Selalunya, it took me a week to finish reading all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about reading, I just finished with “Cinta Sufi” by Ramlee Awang Murshid. I never thought that I would “fall in love” with malay novel and top of it baca sampai habis. If not because of Pump, Fiez and Rizz, I don’t think so that I would ever read one. From his novel Bagaikan Puteri, terus I cari Cinta Sang Ratu, Hijab Sang Pencinta, Cinta Sufi and now I just started reading his latest, Sutera Bidadari. All the above title is a kesinambungan from his Bagaikan Puteri. You should read all of his book starting from the first one (mengikut turutan) in order to understand the rest. Percayalah you would hook to it as much as I do and wanting to know more. But in between Sutera Bidadari, I baca jugak non-fiction/true crime (kira selang seli) as I don’t want to get bored by reading malay novel je kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I guess, nie je dulu cerita boring I and thank you for spending your time reading my not so cool life hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : I missssss going out and taking photograph... &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/7845427292620450927-7153384914785877467?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7153384914785877467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=7153384914785877467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7153384914785877467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/7153384914785877467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/update_13.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2c1ZdQa253w/TfWwfBrwUWI/AAAAAAAABcA/KsqykyyPHoE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6044546416008248948</id><published>2011-06-11T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:50:53.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memecahkan record sendiri dengan cir bir sebanyak 6 kali tengahari semalam. Yea, 6 kali belari-lari mendapatkan bilik kecik itu. Kejap-kejap tu jugak la I bertimbang with the hope that berat badan akan turun which is not to be grrr… And so far as of this writing I dah kena sekali tadi. I hope jangan la kena lagi sebab kalau dah nak keluar tak de nya boleh di tahan-tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ada banyak bende nak share but nanti dulu sebab keadaan I yang masih dalam langkah berjaga-jaga nie membuatkan I tak dapat nak tulis betul-betul. I tulis sikit-sikit je eh. Oh, korang ada tengok Jozan tak malam tadi, kelakar la..especially yang the first segment tu..hehehe.. I hope dorang or Sepah menang. As for Jambu, tu geli la I nengok, nak muntah pun ada. R2 and Nabil, you guys can forget about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie kat paper MCMC dah block a few site termasuk pirate bay. I try a few times tadi tapi tak dapat masuk. Well.. there is always a way. Apa la.. nak buat macam kat China pulak. It wouldn’t be long, nanti ada la orang akan bising-bising and they will lift it back. Kadang-kadang I don’t understand la, there is a lot of other thing that they can concentrate on beside this kind of stuff. But then again, I can understand how the people in the film industry feel kan..ahh..mix feeling, mix feeling... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, ada pompuan nie tanya I ada lense camera ke. I kata I cuma ada yang comes together with the camera la kan. Dia kata kalau ada lense lain dia nak pinjam. Even kalau I ada extra pun, there is no way I nak kasi pinjam sebab lense camera is so expensive. Yang biasa-biasa pun around two to three thousand RM. Then pagi nie, dia called lagi nak pinjam my camera pulak. Dalam hati I, bukan ke aritu dia tanya I kenapa I beli camera nie and kenapa tak beli yang D7000. Dia rendah rendahkan camera I, kata dah outdated la. Pepandai je, padahal camera I bukan model lama and it is worth more than hers. And now dia nak pinjam. Dia kata kawan dia nak guna for two days sebab ada wedding. Senang-senang je nak pinjam orang punya. Ingat pinggan mangkuk ke? Bukan la I sembah pada kebendaan nie. But my husband hadiahkan I and I can’t afford to buy myself. What if kawan dia terjatuhkan or hilangkan? So I told her, using her words, I kata ingat tak haritu you cakap you snap gambar hari-hari, so sekarang nie I ikut your style la, snap gambar hari-hari and beside tenghari nie I nak keluar and snap-snap gambar (yela tu..padahal tengah berjaga-jaga kat rumah pasal cir bir nie ekeke..) The best part was, we hardly know each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A few days ago, my close friend told me something that broke her heart to pieces. I can’t tell you what but when I came to see her, I hugged her and she cried on my shoulder for the longest time. I feel so sorry for her. I wish I can do something about it. I’m so worried about her, I hope she’s ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6044546416008248948?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6044546416008248948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6044546416008248948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6044546416008248948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6044546416008248948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2775159785795439280</id><published>2011-06-09T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:04:50.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Well'/><title type='text'>I Yang Tak Sihat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdluUzlXyCE/TfB1HL3v7sI/AAAAAAAABb4/RkIC8ldRwdw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616117501637160642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdluUzlXyCE/TfB1HL3v7sI/AAAAAAAABb4/RkIC8ldRwdw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I terbangun pagi semalam bila I perasan satu badan I basah kuyup macam kena hujan. I rasa haus sangat and badan I panas. Betul la doctor tu cakap I kena fever. I bangun around 6am and minum air season barli sejuk. I minum sikit-sikit. Then I rasa lega and bila masuk nak sembahyang tiba-tiba badan I mengigil. I tutup kipas. Then I try to go to sleep. I tak dapat tidur lena, kejap-kejap terbangun. I tukar baju and tidur balik sebab basah kuyup. I terbangun around 1pm and badan/baju I basah lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mandi, lunch and makan ubat. Lepas solat I tertidur sampai pukul 6pm. I bangun and dinner..itupun tak lalu, makan ubat and ngantuk. I think ubat tu kasi I ngantuk kot. But I feel much more better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then pagi nie lepas solat subuh I tertidur dengan tidak nyenyaknya. Pukul 11.30am I terbangun. I pegi dapur I tengok husband I dah siap-siapkan milo cuma tunggu I letak air panas. Semalam pun dia buat macam tu tapi hari nie dia siap letak note yang diselitkan di tudung saji..ahh..so sweet la that husband of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama kemudian dia balik tapau Yong Tau Foo for lunch and bagi I sejambak bunga, bunga get well soon. I rasa sungguh terharu and I suka. Perut I tengah sakit and bila I makan tadi bertambah sakit and I have to stop makan. I dah makan ubat tapi nape tak baik-baik. As I’m writing this perut I memulas yang amat..huhuhu… I nyampah la.. terus la pikir dah nak mati ke nie..ish I nie.. Dulu masa muda remaja tak ada pun pikir nak mati ke ajal dah sampai ke, sekarang nie ke situ pulak. Kalau mummy cakap macam tu, I dengan wo selalu marah, kita orang akan cakap be positive la mummy, sekarang baru I paham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah..panjangkan la usia I nie, I belum bertaubat lagi and nak taubat la nie. And I belum pegi haji or umrah. Account tabung haji pun tak ada lagi. I masih jahil dalam hal-hal agama nie walaupun tanda-tanda penuaan semakin menyerlah secara physically and mentally kat I nie. And I kesian kalau I pegi dulu, tinggalkan husband I sorang-sorang.  Mesti dia tak lalu makan.  Mesti dia suspense tinggal sorang-sorang and ingat rumah kita orang berantu sebab I je yang banyak spent time kat ruman nie kan. Taula husband I kalau bende-bende mistik suka betul dia, walau penakut.  Aura I mesti terlekat kat mana-mana kan.  Husband I kata, kalau I pegi dulu dia akan jual rumah nie and tinggal balik dengan mak and abang dia. I pun cakap the same thing too.  Sedih la pulak tiba-tiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, bila sakit-sakit baru la I ingat Allah, eh tak la..I tak sakit pun I ingat jugak tapi tak ada la se agresive masa sakit kan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi I tau, I sakit-sakit nie sebab nak buang dosa-dosa kecik kan..sakit la kalau ianya dapat membuang dosa-dosa kecik I.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian..dari I yang lara..(mintak simpati la kunun). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2775159785795439280?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2775159785795439280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2775159785795439280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2775159785795439280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2775159785795439280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-terbangun-pagi-semalam-bila-i-perasan.html' title='I Yang Tak Sihat...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdluUzlXyCE/TfB1HL3v7sI/AAAAAAAABb4/RkIC8ldRwdw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2980259191601532062</id><published>2011-06-07T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:05:07.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m Not Well'/><title type='text'>Ke Klinik dan Hati Yang Panas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masa nak bangun sembahyang subuh pagi tadi, I rasa lain macam aje ulu hati I nie.. pedih-pedih, sendawa angin, perut berbunyi and rasa uneasy yang amat. Lepas solat, husband I buatkan air milo panas and roti bakar. Then I makan ubat actal. Tapi macam tak surut aje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas husband I pegi kerja, I jalan mundar-mandir. Ingat nak sambung tidur balik but perut I dah mula nak menganas. I tengok tv kat luar and after a while I terlena sekejap and I decided to take a nap kejap kat bilik. Sebelum tu I tanak bubur and rendam ayam. Around 11am, husband I called tanya macam mana. I mintak dia hantar I ke clinic. I tak nak mandi dulu sebab I akan mandi selepas balik dari clinic, you know la all kind of penyakit around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 12.15am, husband I datang ambik. Sampai my favourite’s clinic I tengok, wah ramainya orang. Tunggu punya tunggu, I tengok orang yang datang kemudian dah kena panggil. But since I thought mesti lepas nie my turn kot. Then I tengok lagi orang lain masuk dulu, although it was supposed to be my turn. I tengok ada pompuan and laki kat sebelah pun dah complaint kat receptionist kenapa dorang tak masuk-masuk .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati I sudah mula mendidih. Tiap-tiap saat I tengok jam. Then husband I bangun tanya receptionist kenapa nama I tak kena panggil-panggil. Receptionist tu bagi alasan, doctor tak panggil and tunggu doctor panggil. I dah geram abis, ingat I bodoh ke sebab dorang la yang kena bagi card kat doctor and dorang la yang kena panggil not the doctor. I told my husband lepas pesakit nie masuk, kalau nama I tak kena panggil, siap la… haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yeah, receptionist tu panggil pesakit lain yang baru masuk. I terus bangun and sergah ke bilik doctor, I kata “eh, kenapa nama I tak panggil-panggil lagi nie I tunggu dari 12.20pm lagi. Dua pesakit yang baru masuk kat bilik doctor pucat lesi.  Doctor kata nama siapa, I pun beri la nama I yang dua rangkap itu. Doctor sengih-sengih and kata, lepas nie I. Badan I dah bergegar and I told my husband, let’s just get out from this place sebelum I maki semua orang. Husband I kata, I kan serasi dengan ubat doctor nie and furthermore doctor nie bagus. I dengan muka yang macam nak cari gaduh, diam and sesambil tu mengetap-ngetapkan gigi. Sakit perut pun hilang tiba-tiba. Mood sudah buruk oo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila finally receptionist tu panggil I, I masuk kat bilik and terus I hamburkan kemarahan kat doctor tu. I kata I, tunggu dekat sejam and why everybody yang baru datang by pass me. Doctor kesayangan I itu senyum-senyum manis and try to subside my anger. Sesambil tu air ingus dari idung I mula meleleh keluar sebab geram kesumat yang amat. Then dia tanya sakit apa…bla bla bla… I cakap la a few days back I ada makan mangga tapi manis. Doctor kata, itu tak boleh makan untuk orang gastic macam kita (apparently dia pun gastric). Dia pun ceritala how dia makan mangga jelly lepas tu dia pun terus kena gastric. So now I have to strike mango from my list..huhuhu… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dia checked my temperature yang pakai electronic tu, kat kepala. And doctor kata I kena fever. I kata offcourse la badan panas, I sakit hati and mengelegak satu badan. Siap dengan memekan muka I yang macam tertelan telur rebus. Then doctor gelak kat I. I felt bad la jugak sebab doctor tu kena hambur. Then I kata, eh I tak rasa pun I demam ke apa. Then doctor ambik temperature lagi sekali this time guna yang cucuk kat bawah lidah. Bila dia check balik, dia kata memang sah I demam and badan I panas. Dia kata dia boleh tau sebab base on my lips yang kering and rupa I (I cakap dalam hati..offcourse la I tak mandi lagi ekeke and tak pakai lip balm). You all should see how I dress up. Dengan beg yang di slingkan ke depan macam penjual cd haram kat pasar malam and flip flop dengan platform setebal 3 inci. T-shirt I pulak komok-komok tak ber iron. Dengan stretchable jeans yang murah. Rambut, I ikat macam amah yang bawak budak jalan-jalan. I look so hideous. Oh dengan muka I yang masam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then bila time receptionist panggil suruh ambik ubat kat kaunter. I tak bangun and suruh husband I ambik sebab I tak boleh pretend or senyum-senyum kalau hati I sakit. I palingkan muka kat tv and cun-cun la pulak kisah crocodile. I dah la geli tengok bende-bende mengerutu nie and I hate kisah crocodile ke, alligator ke or apa-apa reptile nie terpaksa la tengok jugak kan sebab I nak palingkan muka kat mana kan. Nak muntah pun ada jugak I yucks.. Then husband I ajak balik lepas ambik ubat. On the way out, I try terankan kentut sebagai hadiah kat clinic instead sedawa yang keluar..ceh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2980259191601532062?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2980259191601532062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2980259191601532062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2980259191601532062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2980259191601532062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/ke-klinik-dan-hati-yang-panas.html' title='Ke Klinik dan Hati Yang Panas'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3172907632017763848</id><published>2011-06-06T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:42:22.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Ayat-Ayat Cinta la Pulak kan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Petang semalam I decided to watch this Ayat-Ayat Cinta’s movie at TV3. The reason was because, there were a lot of buzz about this movie when it was first came out. Rata-rata orang puji-puji, menyayat hati and kata cerita nie best yang amat bla bla bla. Well… let just say…, it wasted my three hours on which I can never get it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengarutnya cerita nie in my opinion. Reason? Punya la banyak lelaki Indonesia kat Egypt, si Fahri nie jugak yang jadi rebutan. Noura la, Aisha la, Maria la..semua tergila-gilakan dia. Apa la specialnya lelaki nie, sebabkan bertimbun lelaki alim kat Universiti Al-Azhar tu, si kerempeng nie jugak jadi igauan. Nak kata keperibadian dia hebat, I don’t see any pun? Another yang menjadi tanda tanya I, Aisha jumpa Fahri kat dalam bas and tiba-tiba je family Aisha suh Aisha bukak hijab sebab nak tunjuk kat Fahri yang bakal suami. Mana family Aisha kenal Fahri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Noura pulak, orang dah selamatkan dia, tiba-tiba kata Fahri nie rogol dia. Bukan kah dia dah terlepas dari mamat yang macam muka india tu and kenapa nak frame Fahri, just because dia tu tak balas cinta dia ke..alahai.. so ceteknya pikiran, belajar je tinggi-tinggi and so call beragama. And siapa la pulak laki yang macam muka India tu..what is the connection? Where is mak bapak Noura all this while when that lelaki sebat-sebat dia? And where did she stay? Pengadilan kat Eqypt nie pun satu. Takan la percaya bulat-bulat base on mulut si Noura nie tanpa bukti. Si muka india nie relak je melepak kat court tah apa-apa tah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for si Maria tau, Fahri dah kahwin, yang gatal lagi ndak kan mamat tu apahal? During koma, bila dengar suara Fahri kat tape recorder boleh la terkebel mata dalam posisi tertutup. Dalam koma-koma pun boleh kemiangan sebut nama Fahri.. tah apa-apa tah. And then orang yang koma boleh dinikahkan ke? On top of that, she is not even a muslim (belum convert) during the ceremony. So mengarut la. Bila dah nak mati si Maria nie mintak diajar kan solat. Why all this while, si Fahri nie tak ajar dia? Main cium-cium and tengok laptop boleh pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Aisha, she was so eager for the husband to marry Maria, so that konon Maria boleh jadi saksi, lepas tu dalam diam dia makan hati.  Then dia nak keluar rumah sebab dah tak tahan perasaan and didn't even ask the permission from her husband.. You get what I mean? Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah lah..lain orang lain pandangannya, bagus kat you tak semestinya bagus kat I. But one thing for sure, sewel la pompuan-pompuan nie and buat I menyumpah tak abis-abis sepanjang menonton cerita nie... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3172907632017763848?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3172907632017763848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3172907632017763848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3172907632017763848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3172907632017763848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/ayat-ayat-cinta-la-pulak-kan.html' title='Ayat-Ayat Cinta la Pulak kan...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2544925889706377448</id><published>2011-06-06T13:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:31:17.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Masakan Hari Ini Dan Yang Lepas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970575642039346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3x8EcogpQaM/Texh_TlqFDI/AAAAAAAABbg/W4z4I00K8ms/s400/2.jpg" /&gt; Hari nie I masak ayam masak lemak cili padi. I dah tau nak masak style apa dah. As for sayur, biasa la, sayur goreng fish ball. I malas nak upload gambar sayur sebab bukan menu utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ9wQSJddVU/Texh3S-HWFI/AAAAAAAABbY/m8CLCBxcong/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970438037231698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ9wQSJddVU/Texh3S-HWFI/AAAAAAAABbY/m8CLCBxcong/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I masak ayam masak kicap. Selalunya I guna cili hidup potong nipis-nipis but that day I decided to use cili yang dah dimesin, beli kat supermarket. Tak kuasa I nak blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17VZOv34JlE/Texg3M5p_wI/AAAAAAAABbI/MHNcL-kP2Ho/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969336896290562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-17VZOv34JlE/Texg3M5p_wI/AAAAAAAABbI/MHNcL-kP2Ho/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week, I masak ikan selar masak sambal. I suka makan ikan nie kalau goreng rangup-rangup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GQeNrWGPs/Texgxupv6oI/AAAAAAAABbA/2Id7OIfg1-0/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969242877160066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-GQeNrWGPs/Texgxupv6oI/AAAAAAAABbA/2Id7OIfg1-0/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week, I masak masak lemak pucuk manis labu kuning. Menu nie pun lama I dah tak masak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614972725027088514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zu8XUNz_7U/Texj8aq_KII/AAAAAAAABbo/mpdCR9AitTo/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;Last week I masak rendang ayam. Lama I dah tak buat menu nie and I decided to cook this because I terjumpa resepinya yang sangat ringkas and kejap aje nak buat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian masakan I minggu lepas dan hari ini.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3x8EcogpQaM/Texh_TlqFDI/AAAAAAAABbg/W4z4I00K8ms/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2544925889706377448?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2544925889706377448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2544925889706377448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2544925889706377448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2544925889706377448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/masakan-yang-lepas.html' title='Masakan Hari Ini Dan Yang Lepas...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3x8EcogpQaM/Texh_TlqFDI/AAAAAAAABbg/W4z4I00K8ms/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-793007434672690726</id><published>2011-06-04T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T20:29:10.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>To Bird Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkhF3j8epJI/TeokEiXdTuI/AAAAAAAABa4/pJfvhkWfXcg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 20px; WIDTH: 550px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614339545834016482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkhF3j8epJI/TeokEiXdTuI/AAAAAAAABa4/pJfvhkWfXcg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the Bird Park. We’ve planned since last week. We went there around 12pm and went back around 2pm. Tak lama as we couldn’t stand the weather and the walking became so tiring. There were many people and we’re glad there is a parking space available when we got there. It is my second time and I think it is going to be my last as it was so hot and I’m sweating like I just took a shower. Nasib baik ada canopy and it is quite breezy but still the sweat sangat melekitkan badan. We brought some egg sandwhiches and fried noodles from home as we thought of having a picnic around the area (instead we bring our food back and eat at home haha..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a stomach discomfort and I guess it must be from the mangoes that I ate yesterday or maybe grapes from last night. Kacau la, it would come and go and I feel like I want to punch my stomach. There were not much bird species walking around except for the flamingos and peacocks. Most of them are in cage so I don’t really like to take their pictures in that condition. But I took one or two pics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything, we had an enjoyable outing and I took lots of pictures (check my flickr). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-793007434672690726?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/793007434672690726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=793007434672690726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/793007434672690726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/793007434672690726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/ke-bird-park.html' title='To Bird Park'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkhF3j8epJI/TeokEiXdTuI/AAAAAAAABa4/pJfvhkWfXcg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2928663140262736244</id><published>2011-06-01T20:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:03:44.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Update Tak Ada Cerita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Eodesthc7U/TeYwk5931vI/AAAAAAAABas/ueNcBLxdIHU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613227396157658866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Eodesthc7U/TeYwk5931vI/AAAAAAAABas/ueNcBLxdIHU/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Ikan tenggiri masak asam pedas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I nak ucapkan Selamat Hari Gawai Dayak kepada semua yang celebrate this important event. As usual I tak balik and in fact dah berbelas tahun I tak balik. Tak tau la in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I masak ikan tengiri asam pedas, lama dah teringin nak makan and masak, baru hari nie berkesempatan. I tak ada apa story yang interesting pun hari nie other than bertenggek and berborak kejap-kejap kat fb. Actually ada banyak bende nak share tapi malas la pulakkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : I dah update my flickr...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2928663140262736244?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2928663140262736244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2928663140262736244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2928663140262736244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2928663140262736244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/06/update-tak-ada-cerita.html' title='Update Tak Ada Cerita'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Eodesthc7U/TeYwk5931vI/AAAAAAAABas/ueNcBLxdIHU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5075999290376233068</id><published>2011-05-31T22:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:11:17.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Melaka Part 2 and 3 (Last)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Monday, 30th May, 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQVUj7z6OYs/TeT8v9fqVWI/AAAAAAAABak/w3QikAcs_Bo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888936501892450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TQVUj7z6OYs/TeT8v9fqVWI/AAAAAAAABak/w3QikAcs_Bo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Nasi Ayam, Nasi Lemak and Lontong Singapura)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today we decided to have our brunch at one of the shopping complex around. Mana lagi kalau bukan kat Dataran Pahlawan. This time we went to the opposite of the shopping complex. I tak tau apa tah nama, tak perasan. Just to be on the safe side I order nasi ayam again because I dare not makan yang pedas-pedas, tau je la perut I sangat sensitive. Nasib baik the food at the foodcourt was edible. Husband I order nasi lemak and decided to try the lontong singapura yang tak berkuah itu. The ingredient is the same except that tak berkuah. I makan nasi ayam sikit and lontong singapura sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRffsV1MINs/TeT8p8xVX4I/AAAAAAAABac/sKvUJ2s5GCc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888833228365698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRffsV1MINs/TeT8p8xVX4I/AAAAAAAABac/sKvUJ2s5GCc/s400/2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lontong Singapura yang tak bekuah) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Masa makan-makan tu I tengok kenapa ramai orang naik tangga and kat luar. After makan, we decided to check it out and guess what? The place that we eat was just across the road from the A Famosa. Wah, ini sudah bagus. I went here before but that was long time ago. Mula-mula ingat just nak ambik gambar pintu gerbang but I decided to climb the step which was high and a little bit steep. Husband I mula-mula hesitate and kata next time but I kata, naik je dah alang-alang kat sini. Sungguh menyesal I berbuat demikian sebab half way through, I rasa macam dah kehilangan nafas and not to mention betis I rasa macam nak tercabut. Nampak sangat tak pernah excercise. Bila dah nak dekat sampai I stop for a while and then ada sorang laki nie cakap, sikit lagi, sikit lagi. I kata, a’hah dah tak ada stamina. Mat salleh tua laki bini senyum-senyum kat I tengah tercungap-cungap..sabar je.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbS8lW1w49s/TeT8mBLxK2I/AAAAAAAABaU/rgDhMTIASwc/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888765693504354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lbS8lW1w49s/TeT8mBLxK2I/AAAAAAAABaU/rgDhMTIASwc/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (A Famosa)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh yeah, the weather was so freaking hot and peluh non-stop keluar sampai basah kuyup baju I. Sesambil tu I complaint sebab lupa nak bawak topi dalam kereta yang di beli malam tadi kat night market and the other hat that I bought kat BTS (Berjaya Times Square). I took a few pics and sedapnya angin bertiup kat atas tu. Dari atas tu bukit kita orang nampak macam ada muzium istana kat bawah. Dari dulu lagi I nak ke situ each time we come here but asyik bertangguh aje. Then we all turun bawah and decided let’s just give it a try. Ticket was RM2 per person and well.. it was worth the ticket and boleh la. Masuk kat dalam tu macam-macam la kisah masa zaman kesultanan Melaka. Dan di dalam suasana begitu I pun mula la ber fantasy kat husband I. I told him, kalau I billonaire, I akan buat kisah Hang Tuah nie setaraf cerita epic barat dengan kualiti mesti superb. Cerita Hang Tuah kan banyak twist and tale, kisah cinta la, kesetiaan yang abadi kepada raja, bestfriend dia Hang Jebat turned to the sultan to balas dendam akan “kematian” Hang Tuah and macam-macam lagi la. I akan select pelakon yang betul-betul boleh berlakon dan padan memegang setiap watak and offcourse muka yang pure melayu tampan..ehem.. Yang perempuan offcourse secantik dan se classic Umi Nazeera. Sayangkan, I tak kaya ekeke… Husband I kata, suruh James Cameron direct..wah.. berseni jugak dia. I pulak prefer Martin Sorcese or Peter Jackson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaQ8xX1VEis/TeT8gxAxeQI/AAAAAAAABaM/ICV2TJfS1yk/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888675453073666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaQ8xX1VEis/TeT8gxAxeQI/AAAAAAAABaM/ICV2TJfS1yk/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(St Paul's Church) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lepas abis melawat every corner of the istana and snap gambar sikit-sikit, we decided to go to the Menara Taming Sari. But first we have to get our car that we park at the shopping complex. Tapi melencong la kejap kat shopping complex tu and sempat la memborong kudap kudapan/keropok-keropok. Lepas abis memborong we decided to park at Menara Taming Sari but bila masuk parking tengok cue punya la panjang we changed our mind and went back to the hotel. Sampai hotel terus mandi, tak tahan badan melekit-lekit, then solat and relax sekejap. Around 5pm kita orang order makanan kat hotel nie punya restaurant. Lepas makan, we decided to go to building yang merah-merah called Bangunan Stadhuys dilengkapi dengan menara jam. Ramainya orang especially tourist dari China. Suara jangan cerita, punya la kuat dorang berborak and tekejut I bila kena “sergah”, rupa-rupanya she was talking to her friend behind me and asking her to take her photo haha.. Pakaian wow… macam nak pegi clubbing, pakai tight berkilat. Separuh tu macam nak pegi dinner wakaka.. Jahat la I kan.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK1T3jXEVjI/TeT8danEYmI/AAAAAAAABaE/fKIysL2F9tw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888617900073570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bK1T3jXEVjI/TeT8danEYmI/AAAAAAAABaE/fKIysL2F9tw/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Istana Kesultanan Melaka)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas ber snaping sana sini, we decided to ride on the river cruise. The ticket was RM10 per person and RM4 for children. I must say, it was fun and impress with the cleanliness of the river and the view on both side. I hope they will keep it up. Habis naik river cruise we decided to have our drink at Quayside Seafood. We thought of having our dinner there but we were still full of the food that we ate at the hotel. Nyesal makan kat hotel sebab tengok orang makan kat situ dengan penuh berselera. Kita orang tengok ramainya orang order and makan otak-otak, macam best aje. So we decided to tapau and on the way back sempat lagi I snap-snap a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gpbuEysuXg/TeT8YsXPHXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/LD1g2oO3Yuw/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888536766160242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gpbuEysuXg/TeT8YsXPHXI/AAAAAAAABZ8/LD1g2oO3Yuw/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bangunan Stadhuys) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai hotel, makan sikit otak-otak and I busy transfer gambar kat laptop. Around midnight tiba-tiba rasa macam nak muntah. Not because of the otak-otak but perut kosong sebab last makan pukul 5pm tadi and also minum macam-macam jenis air sebab haus giler and panas yang amat. Tengah malam I termuntah and I korekkan sekali. Husband I tersedar dari tidur and I told him that I need to drink hot milo. Husband I called receptionist tanya restaurant bukak lagi ke tak. Receptionist kata dah tutup. Then husband I turun nak drive kereta cari 7 eleven or kedai runcit yang masih bukak but gate to the parking area pulak dah tutup. Then dia menapak cari merata-rata.  Husband I kata semua kedai dah tutup, sunyi and dia sorang-sorang bejalan kat situ. Dia kata anjing cina dalam gate sibuk menyalak and nak sergah bila dia lalu. Dia pegi kat Bangunan Stadhuys and nasib baik ada beca yang masih menunggu pelanggan and also a few tourist with a family kat situ. Husband I tanya kalau ada kedai kat persekitaran yang masih bukak and then decided to ride in one. Pengayuh beca tu dah nak balik but he was kind enough to help my husband and infact kasi discount and charge husband I RM20 aje (kalau tak discount, sejam RM40). Husband I kata, jauh orang tu bawak and cari. Merata-rata dorang pegi and bila time nak naik bukit macam nak mati orang tu kayuh. I kata offcourse la tengok la size badan you wakaka… Akhirnya berjumpa la one shop 7 eleven yang so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewf6SOFy5Hc/TeT8Uhj8FGI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fZoQh5N8yC8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612888465147171938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewf6SOFy5Hc/TeT8Uhj8FGI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fZoQh5N8yC8/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(River Cruise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Husband I kata dulu ayah pengayuh beca nie pun kerja jadi pengayuh beca and sekarang nie anak dia pulak take over. So kira kerja turun temurun la kan. Sampai hotel husband I bagi RM30 instead of RM20 because budak tu baik, tunggu husband I masa husband I beli, furthermore it was pass 1am in the morning, he was supposed to go home and because anak melayukan.  Sampai hotel husband I buatkan milo and I makan roti gardenia fibre dua keping fuh..lega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 31st May, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 9.30am both of us checked out from the hotel and breakfast at the restaurant. Around 10.30am kita orang pun bertolak meninggalkan Bandar Melaka. Overall we had a fun time and plan to come back again but the draw back was the weather… And I even had a blister at my back, in between the spine area even though I was fully clothes and pakai baju pun berlengan. So you see it was so bloody hot, dalam kereta pun rasa macam dalam oven. Macam la penah kena panggang kan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like I said, we plan to come again in the future to do more exploring and more snap snap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : I haven’t had the time to update my flickr.. busy. 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Sampai, petang semalam and you know masa on the way tu, kita orang terlepas simpang ke Melaka and terpaksa drive terus and masuk simpang Jasin. And as usual this makcik mula la muka masam-masam and mengomel kan, dah la penat, lapar, nak ke ladies and panas lagi. Si supir senyap aje kat sebelah sambil menarik nafas sekali sekala.. wakaka.. kejam betul I. Kalau bejalan-jalan dengan husband I, kalau tak ada apa-apa drama memang tak sah. Sometime I wonder, why such thing no matter how little it was, always happened to a “nice couple” like us..wakaka.. Then kita orang tanya cina lori rosak tepi jalan and kita tak paham apa dia cakap sebab dia pelat kan. Then patah balik nak ke highway, I kata kat husband I jalan terus and when you jumpa sesiapa tepi jalan terus tanya. Luckily ada gerai tepi jalan and pekedai tu, told us to terus ikut jalan Merlimau, sampai traffic light terus belok kanan. Bila dah nampak signboard tulis Pusat Bandaraya Melaka, fuh lega I.. Then mula la I menguntum senyum, orang kat sebelah mula la ajuk-ajuk cakap I masa I marah-marah tadi.. nyampah tau..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmHxkN7foEc/TeOo__aTA5I/AAAAAAAABZk/WGkgwBBIV24/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612515377940726674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zmHxkN7foEc/TeOo__aTA5I/AAAAAAAABZk/WGkgwBBIV24/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bathroom - loves this theme colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Lod4ufGwc/TeOo7wNm9pI/AAAAAAAABZc/5DsuVodFMlg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612515305141499538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4Lod4ufGwc/TeOo7wNm9pI/AAAAAAAABZc/5DsuVodFMlg/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzbz0zIFzs/TeOo2tWYBMI/AAAAAAAABZU/vPXAaYyVXso/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612515218473616578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzbz0zIFzs/TeOo2tWYBMI/AAAAAAAABZU/vPXAaYyVXso/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Dinning table kat bilik.  Romantic kan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sampai kat pusat bandaraya, satu hal nak cari jalan ke hotel nie. Husband I called the receptionist and dorang bagi direction tapi puas jugak la mencari, dengan jam nya lagi. Sampai hotel, wah depan hotel ada pentas merah besar..macam kelakar je. Masuk hotel, kita orang terus order room service tapi order kena turun bawah restaurant hotel and orang tu hantar ke bilik. Lepas mandi, solat zuhur, makan and rehat sekejap. Lepas solat asar I ajak husband pegi Pantai Puteri (nama lama Pantai Kundur). The reason why I ajak pegi situ sebab I baca review kat internet macam best aje. Sampai-sampai je we all tengok remaja-remaja india tengah bermandi manda dengan meriahnya begitu juga la dengan family-family yang berada disitu. The beach is not as nice as I thought it would be and dirty with rubbish strewn around. But well, at least ada la jugak pantai kan. Another reason why I nak ke situ was offcourse la for photography sake. I took lots of pictures and I was so happy. The feeling was ahhh..so sublime. I rasa sungguh seronok. If you can only see my face during those moment. Walaupun berpeluh kepanasan I redahi jua and not to mention the stare from the locals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdlSPwurDGg/TeOouD0RozI/AAAAAAAABZM/NJP_ICGuu5U/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612515069885784882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rdlSPwurDGg/TeOouD0RozI/AAAAAAAABZM/NJP_ICGuu5U/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Huge space)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until sunset to capture the heavenly scenery. And it is worth the wait. After a while we decided that it was time for us to leave. Then we went to Dataran Pahlawan to have our dinner. We should have stop at one of the seafood around but during that time both are still kenyang. Bila dah nak sampai pusat bandaraya pulak tiba-tiba lapar. Anyway sampai kat situ we went to the food court to try some local dish and there were only two halal food yang bukak. We changed our mind and cari foodcourt inside the shopping complex. I order nasi ayam, bila dah masuk mulut terus I luahkan balik because the nasi ayam was raw/mentah and nasi macam dah bau busuk. Teruk la dorang nie, sampai hati jual makanan macam tu kat pelanggan. Then I tengok ada a few orang beli kat stall dia. I cakap dalam hati, jangan la orang-orang tu sakit perut. Both of us terus bangun and terjumpa chicken rice shop kat another level and terus makan kat situ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCugYhdjBU0/TeOopr1EI9I/AAAAAAAABZE/De0aJA5MepM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612514994727166930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCugYhdjBU0/TeOopr1EI9I/AAAAAAAABZE/De0aJA5MepM/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pantai Puteri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas makan, we went back to our hotel but since malam tadi was malam Ahad. Jalan around our hotel was close to the night market which operate on the weekend. Satu hal nak cari jalan untuk park kereta. Receptionist kat hotel dah bagitau sebelum kita orang keluar, to call them when nak park sebab ada jalan lain untuk ke parking space hotel. It took us a few times pusing-pusing and called the receptionist twice to find the way. Luckily, there’s a parking attendance not far from the hotel, told us how to get to the parking space, siap suruh ikut dia lagi. We gave him some token of his kindness. Sampai hotel, husband I hantar barang and I tunggu kat luar hotel yang penuh dengan orang tengah tengok karaoke kat atas pentas besar that I mentioned earlier. Pentas tu betul-betul depan hotel. Husband I sampai je terus dia bisik kat telinga I..dia kata..”Eh, you ada tengok tak orang yang menyanyi kat pentas tu”, I kata I ada tengok and siap ambik gambar. Then dia cakap lagi, “No, you tengok la rupa dorang, nenek nenek orang la”, I punya la nak tegelak sebab husband I tanya dengan muka yang penuh innocent tapi tekejut..wakakaka…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K1P38AU2Tw/TeOoi9VL6fI/AAAAAAAABY8/VIqKxjECNmY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612514879166212594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7K1P38AU2Tw/TeOoi9VL6fI/AAAAAAAABY8/VIqKxjECNmY/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Penyanyi Jalanan - I bagi some token)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb2ZAmvlW9Y/TeOocsCcGtI/AAAAAAAABY0/Q56ew2cJfT0/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612514771444964050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb2ZAmvlW9Y/TeOocsCcGtI/AAAAAAAABY0/Q56ew2cJfT0/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pentas depan hotel - I ada ambik gambar auntie tu dari dekat, dia siap bagi peace lagi kat I masa I nak snap pics dia ekeke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WikbQO9aE3A/TeOoWT98cuI/AAAAAAAABYs/FGhrlEnD3RY/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612514661904446178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WikbQO9aE3A/TeOoWT98cuI/AAAAAAAABYs/FGhrlEnD3RY/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hotel where we stayed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita orang bejalan-jalan sambil ambik-ambik gambar and I bought a few stuff. After a while we went back to our hotel…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Nanti I update gambar-gambar kat my flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8059060224553441415?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8059060224553441415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8059060224553441415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8059060224553441415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8059060224553441415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/melaka-part-1.html' title='Melaka Part 1'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTve4ec_dn8/TeOpEKgd3aI/AAAAAAAABZs/pnfn_g9sh_I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-237378456663451056</id><published>2011-05-28T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:46:28.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Ke Taman Rama-Rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exgpHmRqYrc/TeETqG1KFCI/AAAAAAAABYk/1p7h8jxNL8w/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611788224789353506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exgpHmRqYrc/TeETqG1KFCI/AAAAAAAABYk/1p7h8jxNL8w/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (One of the butterflies around - more pics in my flickr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari ini I sangat gembira sebab akhirnya I ke Taman Rama-Rama. Hehe..I know, it is in KL je and not far from the house, it took about 15 to 20 minutes depend on the jam la kan. We’ve been wanting to go there for a long time but asyik postponed aje. One thing I like about that area, Taman Tasik Perdana nie, because tempat-tempat menarik are within walking distance from each other such as Taman Burung, Taman Bunga Orkid, Taman Bunga Raya, Tugu Negara, Planetarium and banyak lagi. Kira diletak dalam satu bumbung la kan. Anyway, we’ve been to Taman Burung or Bird Park before and it is "The World's Largest Covered Bird Park" or "The World's largest Free Flight Aviary". Hah, jangan tak tau. And a few months ago we went to the Planetarium, penat giler nak naik tangga, sampai atas both of us semput and kaki cramp semacam, almaklum la sekarang nie kan dah level grandma and grandpa kan…(kejaammm). After this we planned to cover all the attraction kat Taman Tasik Perdana nie, demi photography ku. I know, I masih amateur and I don’t take nice picture…huhu..(merendah la konon).  I belum lagi edit or buat photoshop kat gambar-gambar that I took so far as I still don't know how and I will find the time to learn as I'm quite busy right now.  So gambar-gambar kat flickr tu masih suci lagi..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we went out almost 2pm and had our lunch at San Francisco. I was worried about the weather as I saw a few drops of rain on our car windscreen. I was glad when we reached the place and the rain tak jadi turun..what a relieved! The ticket entrance to Taman Rama-Rama was quite expensive two for RM17. And the place is small. Adakah ianya berbaloi? Well..not really because there are not many butterfly’s species around. Balik-balik yang hitam, orange and a few others. But I’m still happy because my main reason like I said earlier on, was to take the pictures and at the same time gain some experience and knowledge in the photography world of mine. Yela..kalau tak, asyik-asyik ambik gambar pokok kat luar rumah kan.. bosan la tak ada view lain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I done with my mission (cewah mission you..), we decided to go to Pasar Seni but I changed my mind and ajak husband I ambik gambar persekitaran Dataran Merdeka, mainly the old building yang unique tu. I don’t snap many pictures because I don’t find nice angle around and macam nak drizzling balik, beside mission accomplished kan. Then we went to Berjaya Times Square because I was looking for a hat and a few shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have our early dinner at Johnny’s. Lepas abis ber shopping and dinner, we stop at pasar malam to buy me nasi kerabu because I know malam nanti mesti I kebulur. You see, macam mana I tak fatty bom bom? Orang kata jangan makan lepas pukul 6 or 8pm but me pukul 9pm onward la masa I sangat lapar, so how? I sangat susah hati akan bentuk perut I yang melayut ke depan dan berlapis ini and not to mention bahagian lengan yang gelebeh. I’m so f#$%ing mad at myself for not being able to curb my nafsu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : Lawak Jambu + Acong yang cool last night buat I gelak nak pengsan! &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/7845427292620450927-237378456663451056?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/237378456663451056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=237378456663451056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/237378456663451056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/237378456663451056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/ke-taman-rama-rama.html' title='Ke Taman Rama-Rama'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exgpHmRqYrc/TeETqG1KFCI/AAAAAAAABYk/1p7h8jxNL8w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-8864881707775513914</id><published>2011-05-24T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:50:55.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Akhirnya Cake I Tak Bantat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DvVWzdnl_w/TdtFq1CdURI/AAAAAAAABYc/PUO8RAXyYVw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610154362914296082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DvVWzdnl_w/TdtFq1CdURI/AAAAAAAABYc/PUO8RAXyYVw/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Slices of Pound Cake) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was so excited when I stumbled upon a website on a marble cake recipe. I don’t remember ever making one before, tah la tak ingat. And I read lots of good reviewed yang dah buat cake nie and menjadi kat site. They said it was so delicious and one even made it as a wedding cake. I remembered mummy used to bake the cake when we were in Singapore. During those time, electric mixer was unheard of, so mummy had to use those spring iron kinda thing and beat the flour, eggs, butter etc. with it for a couple of hours. She would switch hand after a few because it was quite tiring, I guess and I was tiring just to see her doing it. I love to eat the chocolate part because I can smell the cocoa and leave the yellow/white to Wo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So last two weeks ago, I decided to make one but this one is a marble cheese cake. I called up my husband to buy some ingredient on the way back from work. So during AF was shown on tv I started with my project. I was a bit sceptical with the mixture because it didn’t say that I should put the a flour batter onto a white portion. But since I’m not the expert one, so I thought mesti jadi nie, since kata sedap sedap and gambar pun cantik-cantik je. When I took it off from the oven, I was so disappointed because my marble cheese cake was so penyek and bantat. I was so mad and my husband said this one bagi recipe tipu-tipu but I said, why was the reviewed and those who buat jadi. He said those people are crazy haha.. He tasted it and he said it was delicious and not to worry about the appearance. I said, mana boleh, if it is jadi, it wouldn’t look like this. The next day I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZllD5Opi0/TdtFjA6GZeI/AAAAAAAABYU/apDdOyYDKv4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610154228661511650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9ZllD5Opi0/TdtFjA6GZeI/AAAAAAAABYU/apDdOyYDKv4/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Pound Cake fresh from the oven)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then last Saturday night, again during AF, I don’t know why, I like to do it on AF night haha.. This time I try Orange Blended Cake’s recipe and again I found it from the internet. I told myself, this time definitely will jadi since the blogger was well known and popular around and his blog produced some of the most amazing picture of food etc., that he bake/make/cook by himself. And nampak sungguh mengiurkan. The ingredient was simple and easy to make. When the cake is ready, again I was so disappointed and cried because cake I penyek, bantat and on top of that keras. I was so mad and cursed like hell. Then my husband the avid supporter said not to worry, don’t be mad, it is not my fault, the owner tipu-tipu bagi recipe. I said what a waste of my time, ingredient and your money. My husband said, “it’s okay, I buy you a tonnes of ingredients or whatever you want anytime, don’t worry about how much it will cost me ok”? As long as you’re happy, that is what matters to me. And I’m 100% sure, whatever you make will turn out well, they are the one who are not being truthful with the measurement etc”. Oh my sweet talker husband, my inspiration and the one who believe in me. I’m so thankful for having him in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then I told him, I want to make another one although I baru je buat yang bantat tu, he suggested that I try the recipe out of many of my recipe books instead of from the internet. He said, each time I try the one from my book, mesti jadi. Then he went to the kitchen and ask, if there is anything that he can help me beside clean the dishes, which is in his workscope by the way, well, I have sensitive hand. I told him to just grated the lemon for me, that’s all. During those moment, I don’t really have any hope that it would turn up nicely as hati sudah kecewa many times kan. I told myself, kalau sudah fated tak jadi, it’s ok, I can always do again in the future. Oh yeah, this time, I said Bismillah before I start. Every now and then I would peep through my oven through the glass door to see whether my cake will rise or not. When I saw my cake macam jadi je, I was so happy but I don’t want to cepat-cepat nak celebrate kan. So I wait until it was time for me to take it out from the oven and taste it. And yes, I made it! And it looked exactly like the picture from my recipe book! It tasted delicious too. I was ecstatic! I have it for supper and breakfast the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note : If you want a recipe, I can send it to you through email.. Kat sini I tak boleh publish, copyright infringement nanti… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-8864881707775513914?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8864881707775513914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=8864881707775513914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8864881707775513914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/8864881707775513914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/akhirnya-cake-i-tak-bantat.html' title='Akhirnya Cake I Tak Bantat...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2DvVWzdnl_w/TdtFq1CdURI/AAAAAAAABYc/PUO8RAXyYVw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2101449004767373336</id><published>2011-05-23T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:32:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tragedi tanah runtuh kat rumah anak yatim buat I rasa insaf. It was so unexpected and still is a very sad thing to happen. Dying at such a young age and had very little experience in life is.. well, when it is the time for you to go, doesn’t matter who or what or where you are kan? Before that, I tekejut with the unexpected demise of seniwati Mahyon Ismail, sebab tak ada dengar pun dia sakit yang berat-berat kan and a few days ago I came across about another blogger that I never heard of but when I read about him in his friend’s blog, it seems that he was somebody that they miss dearly. All of a sudden I teringatkan another blogger/forumer friend yang past away a few years back. It was so shocked and sudden. Although I’m not close to him but I cried when I first heard the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I goggled through and found a few blogger that had gone and one that really caught my eyes. She died at such a young age (20 years old) due to lung cancer. I’ve read all of her entry (last night until wee hour of the morning), from the very beginning in 2004 until her last day on September 2008. I smiled, laughed and felt so sad at the same time as if she was very much alive! She was such a cheerful girl and surrounded by loving family and also friends. She’s very talented and intelligent young lady. And she took beautiful photograph too. After finished reading all of her entry, I felt like I lost a sister or a niece that I never know. Without realising it, I shed a tear. Then I went to her friend’s blog and read what was written about her. They really missed her and I can’t imagine how her family must had felt when they read her blog kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering myself, what would happen to my blog when I’m gone. Should I ask someone to delete it or should I just leave it there for anybody to see? Should I disable the comment so that anybody can comment whatever they want without having “me” to filter it through? So I decided, to put back my chatbox (lantak la to the spammer), who knows when I’m gone at least there is somebody or anybody who would like to say something on it or sedekah Al Fatihah kat I ke kan, (as if I can read it when I’m 6 feet underground kan?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah to those yang dah pegi… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-2101449004767373336?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2101449004767373336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2101449004767373336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2101449004767373336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2101449004767373336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/tragedi-tanah-runtuh-kat-rumah-anak.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6080025268032657569</id><published>2011-05-20T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:05:26.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV/Movies/Music'/><title type='text'>Menonton Dalam "Kenikmatan" Ini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tak berapa sihat hari nie due to you know la “bestfriend” yang tak pernah miss datang menjenguk I tiap-tiap bulan berserta dengan “kenikmatannya” sekali. So I dah hilang mood untuk berkarya di dapur or to do anything. Jiwa pun “merdu” je ..asyik sedih-sedih wakaka.. benci I tauuu. Since I tak larat nak buat apa-apa (katanya), I tengok series yang I DL la. Mula-mula I tengok AI semi final and final two simultaneously E36 &amp;amp;37. I tak puas hati Hayle tak masuk final two. AI dah jadi contest untuk lagu country la pulak. Dah la tu, makin lama makin bosan AI nie. I can’t wait for the X Factor new season for UK and coming soon to US. Lepas abis tengok AI, I tengok Glee. Dah la jiwa awan terpilu di tambah dengan banyak adegan sedih apalagi, asyik siri berkesat airmata je la I nie. Sedih sangat Glee S2E21 (latest) nih. For the first time in my life I was so sympathy with Sue Slyvester, sebab dia kan bitch yang sangat kejam. Habis Glee, I tengok cerita Grey’s Anatomy S7E22 (latest). Tau je la kalau cerita kat hospital, mesti pasal orang sakit-sakit or matikan, ditambah dengan character and kisah pelakon-pelakon utamanye sekali. Emosi I bercampur baur, ada buat I marah, geram, sympathy, sedih pilu dan membuatkan in love dalam tangisan, you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas habis tengok Grey’s, I terus tengok cerita Desperate Housewives S7E22&amp;amp;23 (latest) simultaneously. Macam Grey’s, emosi I bercampur baur jugak. Tapi banyak adegan or ayat kelakar as usual. Ada jugak part-part geram and sedih at the same time. Lepas abis cerita DH, I tengok cerita Cougar Town S2E20. Sebelum nie kan I never bother to watch Cougar Town nie but lepas I tengok sikit kat astro terus I DL S1 and S2. Aritukan I tengok one by one dari pagi sampai malam. It took me almost two weeks to watch all season and episode until I sampai yang latest. Cerita nie sangat-sangat kelakar, script sungguh mengelikan hati I dan character pelakon-pelakonnya gila nak mampus..hahaha.. Kisah pasal dorang sejiran, memang dorang nie tak ada life langsung. Lepas abis tengok cerita CT, I tengok CSI NYS7E21. CSI NY pun banyak adegan mendebarkan. Then I thought of watching E22, then I decided I better stop sebelum mata I naik juling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see hari nie, I marathon tengok all sort of series while lying around menahan “kenikmatan” ini.  Yup, sangat sakit di saat ini. Selera makan pun tak ada. Bila husband I balik, lagi la I menyedihkan diri sendiri. Nak bejalan pun terbongkok-bongkok, padahal masa dia balik lagi tadi boleh pulak I bejalan straight. Then tiba-tiba kepala I pulak gatal, then I mintak dia garukan, padahal masa sorang-sorang boleh pulak I garu sendiri. Pinggang la pulak tiba-tiba macam nak putus, dia la jadi tukang urut I. Masa sorang-sorang boleh pulak I letak bantal kat belakang kan.. alahai.. I nie kan macam-macam la kan. Then masa I kat dapur tiba-tiba I nyanyi sambil goyang-goyang badan oooii…hilang la sakit tiba-tiba, sekali I teringat I masih dalam character and tak mau la husband I perasan kan, I stop cepat-cepat and buat bongkok-bongkok balik wakakaka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note :  I'm so happy that Rob or Boston Rob finally became the winner of Survivor S21after trying for 4 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6080025268032657569?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6080025268032657569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6080025268032657569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6080025268032657569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6080025268032657569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/menonton-dalam-kenikmatan-ini.html' title='Menonton Dalam &quot;Kenikmatan&quot; Ini'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5540352228296112783</id><published>2011-05-18T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T12:46:46.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening With Chocos and Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGJhgCY0KZA/TdNNW1q5yRI/AAAAAAAABYM/CfzYCy7O4sQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607911015765887250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGJhgCY0KZA/TdNNW1q5yRI/AAAAAAAABYM/CfzYCy7O4sQ/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adoii..bedarah hidung tengok pose si diva nih)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go around KL or a little bit outside of the area to look for a beautiful or attraction place for me to have my photo assignment. To be precise, acara tangkap-tangkap gambar pokok ke, jalan ke..itu je.. But since splasher acid is still around, takut la pulak kan.. Beside sekarang nie heatwave, kang ada photographer ayu kertu jatuh pengsan sebab kepanasan ahak! So we decided to postponed for a while and will planned nicely in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tengahari, I tak masak and husband I beli nasi bryani and mee bandung johor kat restaurant Alladin. Lepas makan mengantuk la pulak kan. This is due to the nasi bryani itu, so both of us masuk tidur. I tak dapat tidur dengan lena sangat, terbangun kejap-kejap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang, the niece called and kata nak datang and mandi manda kat swimming pool at our house. Kat rumah dorang, orang tengah buat maintenance. Around 6.30pm dorang datang with the diva choco granddaughter itu. As for our grandson, he is more quiet and mature for his age. So as you know kalau dah ada our designated clown maka kecoh la suasana kan. She is petite but so macam mak nenek and full with question. She knows how to ask the “right” question and put you on a spot light. Memang pintar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the five of us pun ke swimming pool but I tak mandi. In fact I lama dah tak berenang kat swimming pool nie. I pun tak tau kenapa. Oh, I bring along my Nikon’s, as this is the opportunity that I have, to take photo outside the house. I took a few and I was so happy. At least there is something new, tak la asyik ambik gambar lauk je kan.  Not to mention our diva tu, macam-macam pose dia bagi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dinner, husband I order pizza and then Aida, showed me a few fabric untuk buat shawl/tudung, which lama dah dia nak suruh I jahit but since she’s busy, dia tak ada masa nak bagi I until yesterday. I’ve told her during birthday party the other day that kalau ada bende-bende nak bagi kat I, bagi sebelum puasa sebab during puasa I nak berehat and I don’t want to do anything. When I saw the sample that she gave me, it was kinda easy to make but I don’t have the special machine just to jahit the shawl/tudung. Kalau nak beli, it was quite expensive, around RM10K. And I have no interest to being a tudung maker as my career. I’m more keen into photography nowadays. But anyway, nanti la I try guna my existing machine and I never know ada orang pakai tudung style macam nie. Yela kan I bukan pakai tudung, so I tak tau macam mana perkembangan fesyen tudung kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I have more task in my hand, beside the tudung la, the photography la (nak edit etc. and I still haven’t had the time to study the photoshop and even mastering my camera), the nak try resepi cake la, the buku yang tak baca lagi la, the painting yang tak siap-siap la, the photo that I have yet to print for my husband la, the sewing of my baju raya that I was supposed to start by now la, Macam-macam “the” and “la”… kan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not stressing up (so far la..) because those are the things that I love and dear to my heart. I just have to be smart enough to adjust my schedule, priorities and interest well… Itu tak termasuk lagi things that needs to be done around the house on a daily basis and not to mention, surfing la, watching movie la, blogging la.. and now flickering (oh yeah speaking of flickering, I need to upload the pictures that I took yesterday). I guess those who said that we have so much free time in our hand for being a housewife should think again, especially in this era. We are wiser and more knowledgeable than you can ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5540352228296112783?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5540352228296112783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5540352228296112783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5540352228296112783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5540352228296112783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/adoii.html' title='An Evening With Chocos and Niece'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zGJhgCY0KZA/TdNNW1q5yRI/AAAAAAAABYM/CfzYCy7O4sQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-726930663961667812</id><published>2011-05-17T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:27:03.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9eTJP1oz98/TdKDaOSePGI/AAAAAAAABYE/m4hqIYj7uD8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688972565101666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9eTJP1oz98/TdKDaOSePGI/AAAAAAAABYE/m4hqIYj7uD8/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tadi, me, husband, niece Aieza, Mat (Aieza’s husband) and nephew K pegi karaoke kat Red Box Pavillion. Dalam serba kepayahan dan burping yang tak habis-habis, ku gagahi jua demi cita-cita untuk menjadi penyanyi karaoke tersohor wakaka… I was hesitated to go at first because of my burping situation but since dah bagitau K one day before that and he already booked the place, so might as well I go. Beside, I was kinda sympathy with K yang sebatang kara, in a sense of dia masih tak berpacaran lagi lepas bercerai dengan bini dia dulu. He is an eligible bachelor and still looking for love (pepandai je I). Dia handsome and held a high position in his company. Every now and then he would travel around the world due to his work commitment. Wah..promote anak sedara wakaka.. Habis la kalau dia tau blog nie.. I lupa nak korek morek malam tadi whether dia ada gf baru ke tak.. tau je la auntie dorang yang busybody nih..ngeh ngeh ngeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this was the first time that I went to Red Box kat Pavillion and I rasa like three times that I went karaoke in a very long time. The place was beautiful and ada buffet, sedap. Charges for one person is RM60 plus (four hours) and plus the buffet. Bilik pun not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIZursWFE1E/TdKDWaIPzNI/AAAAAAAABX8/sYn5khhhyKI/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688907023961298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IIZursWFE1E/TdKDWaIPzNI/AAAAAAAABX8/sYn5khhhyKI/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memula segan nak nyanyi konon tapi first song terus bantai lagu Aming Sampai Hati hahaha… Tekejut la dorang, mana sangka, auntie yang nampak kebaratan ini boleh nyanyi lagu ala-ala village kan. Seterusnya jangan cerita la, bila chorus lagu Seri, dorang suruh I tarik, rock kapak ooo.. Lepas tu K bagi cabaran lagu Francessca Peter, I pun dengan serba ke tidak confident nya, rembat aje.. Lagu Yuna, pun I sapu bersih haha.. I punya suara memang sangat teruk, macam bapuk tua aje.. nak kata husky tak, nada falsetto pun lari.. wakakaka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the enthusiasm that our anak buah and sedara menantu shown. They sang their heart out without hesitation unlike me always nyanyi half way kalau tak menepati vocal I or kurang feel..hehe. Of all four of us excluding husband I yang tak nyanyi, yang tak mau nyanyi, yang tak akan nyanyi dan tak minat langsung, suara Aieza la yang paling sedap sekali. Suara dia sungguh sungguh merdu. I berani bet Siti Nurhaliza pun boleh surrender anytime. Serious, Aieza has an amazing voice. I puji not because dia anak buah I but it is so true. Not only that, people stop kat pintu kita orang and jenguk kat cermin masa dia nyanyi, that is how bloody good she is. Dalam preggy tu dia boleh tarik suara. Bagi la lagu apa semua dia boleh. Dari dulu sampai sekarang I cakap, kalau dia jadi penyanyi, I dengan suka relanya menjadi manager dia hehe.. Matila nak tempias glamour wakaka…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-9WR1axKO4/TdKDQSEqgII/AAAAAAAABX0/lFohyuW4y6s/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607688801782235266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-9WR1axKO4/TdKDQSEqgII/AAAAAAAABX0/lFohyuW4y6s/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As for K, biasala lagu Broery, lagu Indon and rock kapak.. Tinggi ke rendah ke, dia sapu aje. And I suka sebab dia tak malu, dia selalu kata kalau suara dah sedap buat apa nyanyi kat karaoke baik jadi penyanyi betul. Sungguh positive kan? As for Mat, Aieza’s husband yang sungguh quiet itu, dalam senyap-senyap pun dia tarik lagu bukan main lagi. Nak tau tak, kita orang la yang paling kecoh agaknya kat situ sebab tiap kali abis nyanyi mesti ada acara tepuk tangan dan disusuli jeritan batin yang sangat kuat. Tak kira best ke tak tapi nak bagi semangat punya pasal. As for husband I yang kadang-kadang jadi patung cendana tu, bila I nyanyi je sibuk la puji-puji suara I, kata macam recording artist, sangat supportive. But I know, he’s living in a denial wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having all this sakit-sakit perut manja, I had such a great time will all of them. I hope we will have our outing again, one of this day or night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao and see you soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-726930663961667812?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/726930663961667812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=726930663961667812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/726930663961667812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/726930663961667812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/karaoke-night.html' title='Karaoke Night!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9eTJP1oz98/TdKDaOSePGI/AAAAAAAABYE/m4hqIYj7uD8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2609882012318414990</id><published>2011-05-16T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:33:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNo6tWcG4ZU/TdDwPlQUkfI/AAAAAAAABXs/i2nD5uL8Efs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607245686565540338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNo6tWcG4ZU/TdDwPlQUkfI/AAAAAAAABXs/i2nD5uL8Efs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ikan kerapu masak sambal - lunch tadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two weeks, she smsed me and asked for her job back. She said, she can come on Monday. I told her, I will let her know once I talked to my husband. Actually, hati sudah tutup untuk menerima but I don’t want to reply immediately as I don’t want to sound rude (masih ada hati perasaan jugak eh?) and beside I don’t want to be on anybody’s bad side. Tak pasal-pasal I di esahkan. Not that I think she would do that, I know she is a nice person. A few days later, I told her that if I were to need her service I would let her know. She said ok. Nowadays, my rumah is not as shinny or glint as before. Each time I step my barefoot on the floor, I can feel the small particles around. So, now my barefoot has become a designated broom and tissues. And that sweet husband of my always said that he would vacuum on the weekend but as usual janji tinggal janji and I can’t be bothered to ask! The milo stained on the carpet where I accidentally knocked over a few nights ago, is still there. I have no intention whatsoever to clean it. And yeah, the carpet looks so different, sungguh “cantik” coraknya and blended well hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three more days to ganti my puasa on which I should have done it but I didn’t. I thought I was gonna have my “monthly” thing but it was not to be. And my pms is killing me at the moment. Kadang-kadang rasa macam nak geget that mucuk without any particular reason! Even watching glee can make my eyes bertakungan with tears. I went to my inlaw’s birthday’s party yesterday, for my two chochos, they combined the birthdays together. The food was not good on which I already anticipate. I didn’t eat much but I have to force myself as I was so hungry and takut masuk angin. But I eat small portion of each of the dishes. The weather was so hot and I drenched in sweat. I couldn’t wait to go back and have my shower. But the time spent with the family was so great. I enjoyed their company very much and I can feel the love everywhere. I kan anak dagang, mengharap a shred of sympathy dari yang sudi uhuk! Tapi I nie anak dagang yang tak pandai membawa diri..uhuk lagi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m having a gastric or should I say, burping a lot of times like katak dalam lorong since last night and in fact I was about to vomiting all that I ate yesterday but I decided not to. I’m having a stomach cramp too and I “melepas” this afternoon. I feel sleepy but I refuse to go to sleep or have a nap. I created a flickr account just now and managed to upload one photo that I took a couple of days ago. It’s two lovebird bertenggek di dahan facing my sliding door. And I’m happy in these madness, sickness and sleepiness….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now....&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/7845427292620450927-2609882012318414990?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2609882012318414990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2609882012318414990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2609882012318414990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2609882012318414990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/afternoon-ranting.html' title='Afternoon Ranting'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNo6tWcG4ZU/TdDwPlQUkfI/AAAAAAAABXs/i2nD5uL8Efs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-416557841452493341</id><published>2011-05-14T23:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:23:53.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Makanan Puasa Ganti And All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Makanan Hari nie (Saturday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, I sangat menyampah masa ada problem dengan blogger. Penat-penat I mengarang entry Puasa Ganti Hari Keempat and published it, tiba-tiba bila I check next day. It was not there. So I satukan je la dalam one entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOMuLeU9YDM/Tc6kqnYvK0I/AAAAAAAABXk/sQkMb8GC7Jc/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599638157044546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOMuLeU9YDM/Tc6kqnYvK0I/AAAAAAAABXk/sQkMb8GC7Jc/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sotong Masak Berempah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hari nie I tak puasa ganti.  So I masak Sotong Masak Berempah for lunch/dinner. Sedap resepi nie. Kalau korang ndak resepi nie, bagi I email nanti I hantar. I malas nak tulis apa-apa entry kat sini sebab gangguan blogger yesterday telah membantutkan creativity I..cewwwwahhhhhh... hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puasa Ganti Hari Kelima&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zA5Ya5bk1Ss/Tc6kjmXdJ-I/AAAAAAAABXc/ANWjnIvlYaw/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599517624149986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zA5Ya5bk1Ss/Tc6kjmXdJ-I/AAAAAAAABXc/ANWjnIvlYaw/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Soto)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Puasa ganti hari kelima semalam I masak Soto. Macam tak complete je rupa soto nie kan.. bawang goreng I tak letak.. tak kuasa. Melampau la entry hari kelima nie dua baris ayat je...hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8vLq5PjUM/Tc6kev_vn7I/AAAAAAAABXU/OE2u61JkHhw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599434309705650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ep8vLq5PjUM/Tc6kev_vn7I/AAAAAAAABXU/OE2u61JkHhw/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bahan-bahan pun nak masuk dalam blog)&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Puasa Ganti Hari Keempat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1QXgR2ujjs/Tc6kZEyekII/AAAAAAAABXM/Dj8OYAxLrwY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599336811991170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1QXgR2ujjs/Tc6kZEyekII/AAAAAAAABXM/Dj8OYAxLrwY/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Ayam Sambal Hijau) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hari keempat I puasa ganti. And again I tak tidur sampai pagi as I takut terlajak bangun and tak sahur knowing how sensitive my stomach can be. Half through the sahur, husband I bangun tapi dia tak join I makan cuma buatkan I air milo panas. Pagi nie kelam kabut sikit sebab I asyik tengok Astro channel CI, my fav’s channel. Minum milo and makan roti salut peanut butter pun tak abis sebab I takut tengah nyum nyum tiba-tiba azan nantikan. Husband I sakit perut/kembung. Macam budak-budak pulak kembung perutkan. Kejap-kejap dia gosok and tepuk-tepuk perut dia, shiann.. dia. Pagi nie tak ada drama atau telefilem macam pagi-pagi yang lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang I masak cepat-cepat nak surprise husband I. I masak nasi tomato sebelum dia balik. Rasanya this is like the third time kot I masak nasi tomato nie. Selain dari nasi putih nie memang jarang la buat nasi yang extra special nie, even untuk kenduri or raya sekalipun. Macam la pernah buat kenduri eh? Ayam sambal hijau nie I dapat dari buku resepi kesayangan I. Selalunya orang masak nasi tomato lawannya mesti ayam masak merah. But I tengok warna lauk I kat blog asyik colour merah and for a change I masak la resepi kat atas nie.   Ayam nie I tak letak chili padi, I guna chili hijau aje.  I improvised sikit.   Macam ikan sambal berlada, resepi nie jugak kena perah dengan limau nipis dan gaul lepas tutup api, according to the recipe.  Unique kan?  Rasa pun sedap.  Kalau nak resepi nie bagi I email add nanti I hantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCGY2_l5UPQ/Tc6kS84SUaI/AAAAAAAABXE/BfJh_PQzwbc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606599231609655714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eCGY2_l5UPQ/Tc6kS84SUaI/AAAAAAAABXE/BfJh_PQzwbc/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Nasi Tomato)&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, bila husband I balik petang tu, macam-macam chips/junk food dia beli untuk I.  Dia kata  junk food I dah abis.  Memang saje nak kasi perut I bloated tau.  I dah la sedaya upaya nak elak kudap kudapan yang mengemukkan nie.  He also bought me two slices of Choc Cheese Berries yang dia salah beli aritu.  Then dia siap-siap pakai short petak petaknya itu and terus ke dapur untuk tolong I.  He is so sweet ain’t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later I suruh dia rasa nasi tomato yang dah siap masak sebab I tak boleh rasa, I takut mentah ke apa.  Tekejut husband I masa bukak rice cooker.  He didn’t expect it at all.  Tengah tengok AI baru terperasan dah masuk solat maghrib, cepat-cepat dia ambikkan I air suam. How can I not love this man?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bila time berbuka, I tengok husband I makan penuh selera sampai lumat-lumat tulang ayam tu dia belasah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-416557841452493341?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/416557841452493341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=416557841452493341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/416557841452493341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/416557841452493341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/makanan-puasa-ganti-and-all.html' title='Makanan Puasa Ganti And All'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOMuLeU9YDM/Tc6kqnYvK0I/AAAAAAAABXk/sQkMb8GC7Jc/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-5558632669342943998</id><published>2011-05-11T22:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:38:17.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Puasa Ganti Hari Ketiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l6ZKPlCzEo/TcqjeGuKvlI/AAAAAAAABWs/3M0h4ck8waA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605472423811661394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l6ZKPlCzEo/TcqjeGuKvlI/AAAAAAAABWs/3M0h4ck8waA/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Ikan selar goreng berlada - guna perahan limau dalam masakan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today hari ketiga I puasa ganti. Syukur Alhamdullilah.. I was so worried that my gastric would come but it did not.. Thanks for answering my doa and prayer Allah. Macam setazah la pulak kan.. wakaka.. I tak tidur sampai pagi, sebab mata tak ngantuk so as usual and what else is there to do beside main game online. Nak baca buku I malas although I miss it so much. Nak tengok tv pun I malas nak pikir akan plot or whatever kan. So, pagi nie sahur I sorang-sorang je…huhu…yea I’m bersahuring alone. I goreng ikan bilis aje as I tak ada selera maybe sebab makan sorang-sorang kot. Hangus ikan bilis tu I goreng sebab I sibuk bukak tv and tukar-tukar channel Astro. Sambil makan-makan tu, mata ini kejap-kejap tengok pintu bilik tu and I was hoping that si gumuk muncul but it was not to be. Dalam makan sorang-sorang tu, macam-macam bunyi I dengar, I pandang kiri, kanan, jenguk keluar.. mistik la pulak. Tapikan rumah I nie kan ada macam-macam bunyi, although I dah biasa tapi ngeri tu still ada every now and then. For example like this morning, I dengar orang main guli. I sound balik, I kata alaaa..takan nak main guli pepagi nie and terus senyap. Then bunyi macam orang kopak siling la pulak. I peratikan kat tempat yang I dengar bunyi then tiba-tiba senyap. Tapi kepala ini kejap-kejap pandang ke belakang, mana la tau kot kot ada kuku halus mencuit ke kan. Rasa angin sejuk la pulak menyapa bahu and tengkuk I, bila I pandang belakang..alaaaa… tingkap maaa… wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDp68zdcCNI/TcqjZN0jsrI/AAAAAAAABWk/8GhEWon0xCY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605472339818164914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDp68zdcCNI/TcqjZN0jsrI/AAAAAAAABWk/8GhEWon0xCY/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sayur goreng telur dengan ikan bilis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas sahur I duduk-duduk tengok tv, sesambil tu I masih lagi tengok pintu bilik, kira hope against hope la nie. I masuk balik and tengok husband I tak tutup alarm and tidur dengan nyenyaknya. Then I tutupkan and bila I bukak lampu and solat baru la sleeping beauty I tu bangun. Then I keluar balik tengok tv, husband I pegi kat I and tanya kenapa tak kejut dia, I kata tak apa tapi dalam nada sayu hehe… Dia kata kesian I makan sorang. Untuk menambahkan lagi rasa bersalah kat dia, I kata I buat air milo panas sendiri tapi tak sedap sesambil tu mulut mencebik ke bawah…hahaha…(mimik muka penting yea kalau nak jadi pelakon berjaya macam I). Husband I, urut-urut I kata sorry dengan muka sedih wakakaka… rasa macam nak hentak aje kepala I kat bantal, punya la tak tahan nak gelak. I kata pegi la masuk bilik, nanti I kejutkan bila time nak pegi kerja. Bila dia masuk je, I ketawa tunggang tebalik sambil menekup mulut I kat bantal yang setia menemani I kat sofa hehehe… adik-adik kalau memerlukan tenaga pengajar khusus dalam bidang lakonan nie, you know where to find me. Bayaran berpatutan dikenakan bergantung kepada keadaan perasaan anda tetapi bakat semulajadi adalah asset utama wakakakaa…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ8K1YYU8L4/TcqjTFbCBzI/AAAAAAAABWc/LAq47Lye0VM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605472234484401970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ8K1YYU8L4/TcqjTFbCBzI/AAAAAAAABWc/LAq47Lye0VM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Pie Tee, Lobak, Mee Jawa and Mee Rebus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Petang husband I called tanya nak makan apa.  Actually, I nak masak something extra special but satu dua bahan tak ada, so I suruh husband I beli the bahan (tomato je) on the way back.  Besok I akan masak la yang special special tu, kononnya special.   Then dia tanya nak dia beli makanan apa, dia suggest a few, I really don’t know what to eat, I kata beli je la. Husband I beli Pie Tee, Lobak and Mee Jawa kat Little Penang KLCC.  As for Mee Rebus tu dia beli kat La Cucur kat ground floor KLCC.  Tapi tak hari-hari La Cucur nie jual, ada time time tapikan sedap la dan memenuhi selera I. Anyway, bila dia balik I dah plan nak masak simple aje for berbuka today, I jumpa kat one of buku resepi around.  Resepi nie guna chili hidup instead of chili giling yang I selalu beli kat supermarket.  Kena blend sendiri with cili padi.  Bawang besar yang colour kuning tak ada instead husband I beli bawang merah yang besar so I guna je yang nie.  Perut I dah tak senak but cramp sikit-sikit. Its ok as long as I boleh ganti puasa, that is more important.  InsyAllah I hope tomorrow I boleh lagi bertahan untuk berpuasa macam hari nie, amin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian kisah I hari nie... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-5558632669342943998?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5558632669342943998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=5558632669342943998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5558632669342943998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/5558632669342943998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/puasa-ganti-hari-ketiga.html' title='Puasa Ganti Hari Ketiga'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l6ZKPlCzEo/TcqjeGuKvlI/AAAAAAAABWs/3M0h4ck8waA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-6587690482320424616</id><published>2011-05-10T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:24:29.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Puasa Ganti Hari Kedua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie ialah hari kedua I puasa ganti. Pagi bangun sahur, I pikir apa cara lain I nak kejutkan husband I. Tak kan nak guna modus operandi yang samakan.. I tengok teman seranjang I tu, wah lenanya dengan snoring yang memanjang. I decided, there’s other way to wake him up without him knowing my intention kan… So masa nak keluar bilik, I tutup pintu extra hard hehe .I don’t expect dia akan bangun but I was hoping that he would. Lo and behold, dia muncul dengan muka penuh comotnya itu.. I suka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onE2VRDRP2Q/TclgvSEVCLI/AAAAAAAABWU/-QRsVWTlESo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605117576659404978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onE2VRDRP2Q/TclgvSEVCLI/AAAAAAAABWU/-QRsVWTlESo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ikan Bawal Putih Masak Masam Manis - I touch up la sikit-sikit..cewah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dan as usual, I pun mengambil la watak seorang isteri yang belas kasihan dan amat concern dengan husband nya. Skrip siang-siang dah practice dalam kepala.., I kata “buat apa la nak bangun (dengan nada merendah dan serba salah konon…), pegi la tidur nanti time nak sembahyang and bangun untuk pergi kerja I akan kejut…(kalau tak dapat Oscar tak tau la kan..). Husband I yang senang kena dengan tipu helah I, dengan pejam mata tapi memakai spek nya itu reply, “tak apa” sambil membuat air milo panas untuk I tanpa perlu membuka suis lampu dapur..wakakakaa……Tak lama kemudian, dia duduk sebelah I sambil makan nasi lemak yang dibuat petang semalam. Habis makan and berkemas, both of us tengok tv dengan aksi tersengguk sengguk mengantuk beliau, sian dia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lepas sembahyang, I masuk tidur and bangun dekat pukul 2pm.. Tekejut I sebab tak pernah bangun selambat itu kecuali masa jet lag dulu. I check hp, ada missed call dari husband I. I cepat-cepat bekemas, mandi and sembahyang. I smsed dia and dia balas tengah meeting. Then I checked buku resepi, tengok menu apa nak masak. Petang dia called tanya nak makan or masak apa.. I pun suggest this and that, husband I pulak yang excited suruh masak ikan sweet sour. I kata, wah! mengalahkan orang bepuasa, husband I gelak. Lepas makan, perut I rasa macam tak sedap, in fact dari pagi tadi rasa macam senak semacam. Ini mesti pms symptom, nak dekat period la tu... But I hope it is not gastric…please Allah…I really want to ganti my puasa as fast as possible. Tak mau la bertangguhkan… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KYcdNtBrU4/TclgqCtGfBI/AAAAAAAABWM/QWR-a5pCKuw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605117486636104722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KYcdNtBrU4/TclgqCtGfBI/AAAAAAAABWM/QWR-a5pCKuw/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sayur Goreng Chicken Ball - Yang nie tak tau macam mana nak hias, I biarkan dengan natural beauty nya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dalam pukul 9pm, I teringin nak makan secret recipe’s kek yang terbaru Cheese Choc Berries, lepas I tengok kat one of the blog petang tadi and husband I keluar pegi beli. Balik aje, I check it was not what I saw in the blog’s pics. Husband I kata dia pegi two places since the first place tak ada and the second place pulak kata it was cheese choc berries although it was not the one.  Husband I main beli aje since he is so nerdy. I mengamuk sekejap, bukan kat husband I but dekat pekerja yang trick husband I into buying it. Mula-mula I merajuk and thought of not eating it but since I kesian dia dah penat-penat keluar beli, so I makan dengan hati yang gundah. I tak abis pun and husband I yang habiskan. Oh well.. it is just one of those day. Tak semua benda yang kita ndak kita boleh dapatkan.. Husband I kata, tak apa nanti esok dia cari. I kata no need, next time I buat sendiri. &lt;/p&gt;Sekian kisah I hari nie, oh I ada masak soup fish ball tapi malas nak snap-snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-6587690482320424616?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6587690482320424616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=6587690482320424616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6587690482320424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/6587690482320424616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/puasa-ganti-hari-kedua.html' title='Puasa Ganti Hari Kedua'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onE2VRDRP2Q/TclgvSEVCLI/AAAAAAAABWU/-QRsVWTlESo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-3411699551520302326</id><published>2011-05-09T23:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:24:31.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>I Puasa Ganti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvDuYTG159c/TcgOm0IfnlI/AAAAAAAABV8/HlVB1UrmvX0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604745796254670418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvDuYTG159c/TcgOm0IfnlI/AAAAAAAABV8/HlVB1UrmvX0/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Nasi Lemak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I puasa ganti hari nie (I still have eight more days to go). Hari tu I ada ganti tapi betahan dua hari sebab I kena gastric, tak pernah-pernah bila puasa or ganti puasa kena gastric, that day pulak terkena.. So, I thought of going to sleep early last night but I takut tak terbangun sahur, so I decided not to go to sleep and semalam-malaman tu I main game kat Ipad and tengok tv aje. Around 5am I decided to mengejutkan husband I, so I usik dia sikit, knowing how easily it was for him to wake up. Then dia terbangun, I buat-buat terkejut. I kata “Ingat you tak sedar”. Padahal memang sah sah I tau dia memang jenis tidur tidur ayam.. Tidur la lena macam mana pun, bila I tanya dia boleh jawap immediately wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ke dapur nak panaskan lauk pauk malam tadi. Tak lama kemudian, dia keluar dengan mata terpejam sebab silau lampu dengan rambut yang berombak kiri kanan. Bejalan pun terhuyung-hayang. I pura-pura tekejut lagi and I kata “eh buat apa you bangun, pegi la tidur balik”(padahal dalam hati I cakap bagus-bagus ada la peneman I). Tapi sebenarnya memang niat I nak kejutkan dia pun. Then dia buatkan I air milo panas and basuh pinggan mangkuk and kuali yang I guna untuk goreng telur tadi. I rasa sungguh kesian kat dia. Tak patut betul I kacau tidur dia kan. Dia tanya, nak dia temankan I makan, I kata tak pe, no worries, tak sampai hati la pulakkan. Sebelum masuk bilik sambil mengaru-garu dadanya yang tak gatal dengan mata separuh tertutup, dia ingatkan I, air milo yang dia buat, jangan lupa minum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lEk3Rfks8s/TcgOhIEmSQI/AAAAAAAABV0/1y4pwRLseUo/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604745698527824130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--lEk3Rfks8s/TcgOhIEmSQI/AAAAAAAABV0/1y4pwRLseUo/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Kuih chakoi etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengahari tadi dia balik on which I don’t expect as I puasa and tak masak. Tapi dia kata dia nak mandi sebab panas sangat. It is true, weather sekarang nie naik panas around 37 Celsius. Then I tanya, apa I nak masak and makan time berbuka nanti, dengan tangkas husband I suggest suruh I masak nasi lemak. Then dia keluar, ingatkan terus pergi kerja, tak lama kemudian dia balik kejap antar santan yang dia beli, then off he went. I pikir apa dessert I nak buat. I bukak almari I tengok ada sago. I tak pernah masak sago, I googled and jumpa resepi. Alahai, senangnya nak buat.. selama nie kalau makan kat luar I selalu order sago, dah la mahal sikit pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OduCGEi3Tn8/TcgOcY1nSQI/AAAAAAAABVs/TvcWM0TrN8M/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604745617129031938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OduCGEi3Tn8/TcgOcY1nSQI/AAAAAAAABVs/TvcWM0TrN8M/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Dessert Sago Gula Melaka)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband I balik petang, tengok I masak santan and gula melaka, dia tanya nak buat apa. I kata secret (sago I dah masak siang-siang and terus simpan kat icebox). So petang tadi, kita orang berbuka dengan makan nasi lemak dengan bahan sampingan/lauk yang sungguh sempoi bersama dengan kuih chakoi, husband I beli kat food court Pavillion. Around 11pm, I keluarkan sago, tekejut dia sebab he didn't expect ada dessert sago…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian kisah I berbuka hari nie and I’m so sleepy at this very moment….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-3411699551520302326?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3411699551520302326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=3411699551520302326&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3411699551520302326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/3411699551520302326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-puasa-ganti.html' title='I Puasa Ganti'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvDuYTG159c/TcgOm0IfnlI/AAAAAAAABV8/HlVB1UrmvX0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2769061085515302507</id><published>2011-05-08T21:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:06:49.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Masakan On The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpaki504Pec/TcabMRty65I/AAAAAAAABVk/IzQW8Tevhlw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604337421525379986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpaki504Pec/TcabMRty65I/AAAAAAAABVk/IzQW8Tevhlw/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Udang harimau masak sambal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari nie I masak sambal udang and sayur kacang goreng aje. Lama dah tak makan udang nie adalah dekat six or seven years ago, sebab husband I ada ghout and I pulak takut cholestrol level naik. And I pun lama dah tak pegi check up..nak kena pegi nanti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, since lama tak makan udang or any kind of seafood except ikan, so berselera la kami laki bini membelasah siang and baru kejap tadi. Nyesal masak udang sikit sebab ingat tak abis. I yang tak makan nasi waktu malam telah melanggar janji pada diri sendiri, punya la berselera makan, nasi husband I pun I cilok sikit huhuhu confirm berat badan I naik... susah hati I. Perut I dah la tak nak turun-turun, buat sit up pun tak pernah...ahh.. stress I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_8m8bxg5jo/TcabHOTDMWI/AAAAAAAABVc/nOtNkemy0BA/s1600/3_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604337334708547938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_8m8bxg5jo/TcabHOTDMWI/AAAAAAAABVc/nOtNkemy0BA/s400/3_edited-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sayur kacang goreng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2gdFrtp1ms/TcaatM82s-I/AAAAAAAABVM/J6Dvn8_tolM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604336887670420450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2gdFrtp1ms/TcaatM82s-I/AAAAAAAABVM/J6Dvn8_tolM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Laksa Penang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari nie I masak laksa penang, teringin la pulak, malam sebelum tu pegi supermarket siap-siap beli barangan. Daun pudina, limau nipis and daun kesum husband I beli pagi tu jugak sebab malam jumaat kat supermarket dah habis. Mee Laksa tu I beli yang kering. Rasanya, dalam hidup I, this is the second time I buat kot... Sila abaikan rupa timun yang di potong tidak mengikut size yang sekata haha... Masa tengah masak-masak tu terpikir kalau husband I dah tak ada, apa la nak jadi dengan I, bukak kedai jual mee laksa ke kat kampung Daddy..then I pikir, kalau buat kat kampung mesti sedara mara makan free aje kan..nak charge tak sampai ati, lepas tu I pikir kang ada la saingan I yang busuk ati sebab I punya mee laksa nie terkenal and sedap la..alahai... rasa pun tak tau lagi dah perasan pikir macam-macam. I can be mengarut some time.. tah apa-apa tah I nie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, bila kuah and semua bahan sampingan dah siap, I tunggu-tunggu mee laksa nie tak lembut-lembut lagi. Semalam tanya orang yang tengah susun bahagian mee nie dia recommend mee kering jenis nie... Oh.. lamanyaaaa... dekat 2 jam lebih tak lembut-lembut, I rebus satu bungkus tu sekali. Husband I siap offer nak beli mee laksa basah. I kata tak apa tunggu la kejap sikit. I and husband dah kelaparan yang amat... Dekat pukul 3.35pm barulah kita orang makan jugak walaupun mee laksa nie tak lembut lagi, liat-liat sikit. Pada I rasanya tak ada la sedap mana, biasa-biasa aje tapi habis kita orang makan and sambung ke malam. Mula-mula risau takut tak abis memandangkan mee satu bungkus I rebus tapi memang dasar nafsu badang...licin abis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sekian kisah I on the weekend....&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/7845427292620450927-2769061085515302507?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2769061085515302507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2769061085515302507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2769061085515302507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2769061085515302507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/masakan-on-weekend.html' title='Masakan On The Weekend'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpaki504Pec/TcabMRty65I/AAAAAAAABVk/IzQW8Tevhlw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-236965802309878523</id><published>2011-05-06T11:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:14:30.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Cupcake la Pulak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSqMdF4N-cE/TcNs9kDXvSI/AAAAAAAABVE/DWYkInLC8uM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603442166284664098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSqMdF4N-cE/TcNs9kDXvSI/AAAAAAAABVE/DWYkInLC8uM/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My Orange Humble Cupcake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi, berapa hari I dah tak update my blog sebab tak ada benda or idea apa nak cerita. Ditambah dengan connection ada tak betul sikit. Don't know what happened. Besok technician datang nak check, so sekarang nie I guna celcom broadband je dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So petang semalam I buat cupcake la pulakkannn.. since semangat baking baking cake nie tak hilang-hilang lagi. I ubah suai sikit ingredient and I buat topping sekali... Mula-mula malas nak buat topping nie tapi I pikir-pikir sampai bila la I asyik tunda tak nak buat kan..so I check kat internet and jumpa yang simple. I was surprised that it was so easy to make, dulu rasanya pernah buat but this topping la paling sedap in my opinion. I sangat happy because so far each time I buat was a success. I kan tak ada asas or belajar kat mana-mana hanya berpandukan buku-buku resepi and kat internet aje, so bila jadi rasa terharu walaupun tak da la macam standard kat kedai-kedai kek kan....uhuk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-236965802309878523?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/236965802309878523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=236965802309878523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/236965802309878523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/236965802309878523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/cupcake-la-pulak.html' title='Cupcake la Pulak...'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSqMdF4N-cE/TcNs9kDXvSI/AAAAAAAABVE/DWYkInLC8uM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2151680185334099549</id><published>2011-05-01T23:34:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:25:27.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>Another Muffins and Murtabak Maggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chocolate Muffins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since semalam I buat muffins jadi so hari nie bersemangat la pulak nak try resepi muffins yang lain. Resepi nie I ambik dari one of the website around. I lupa nak add kat favourites tapi I ada tulis kat paper. Resepi nie sedap, muffins chocolate nie moist and lembut, tapi yang penting bahan yang digunakkan cukup simple. As you all know by now I malas nak guna bahan-bahan or cara pembuatannya yang complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHDQ0g1wK4/Tb1-xXr_6II/AAAAAAAABU0/cPoTSPohGVg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601772898156013698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHDQ0g1wK4/Tb1-xXr_6II/AAAAAAAABU0/cPoTSPohGVg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bahan-bahan like I said simple and senang nak cari, 2 bijik telur - dipukul sedikit, 160gm butter - dicairkan, 4 sudu besar serbuk cocoa, 200gm gula, 130gm tepung gandum, 2 sudu kecil serbuk penaik, 1 sudu kecil esen vanilla, 160ml susu segar dan chocolate chips (jika suka). Timbang yang colour pink tu dah berkhidmat dengan I dekat 2 abad ooo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2V86s6c58TU/Tb1-rKxliyI/AAAAAAAABUs/kZM1VO8vbiU/s1600/2_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601772791610575650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2V86s6c58TU/Tb1-rKxliyI/AAAAAAAABUs/kZM1VO8vbiU/s400/2_edited-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cara-caranya, ayakkan tepung, serbuk cocoa and serbuk penaik ke dalam mangkuk besar. Masukkan gula and gaul hingga sebati. Cairkan butter, alihkan dari api dan tuangkan susu, telur dan esen vanilla. Kacau rata. Buatkan lubang ditengah bahan kering (bahan campuran tepung tadi) dan tuangkan bancuhan susu. Kacau hingga rata (I tak guna whisk, I pakai sudu je) hingga adunan bercampur. Jangan terlebih kacau. Masukkan choclate chips yang telah ditaburkan sedikit tepung. Bakar selama 20 hingga 25 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1CwNkugXmE/Tb1-Uo3r79I/AAAAAAAABUc/QL7_GGWYio4/s1600/3_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601772404552232914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1CwNkugXmE/Tb1-Uo3r79I/AAAAAAAABUc/QL7_GGWYio4/s400/3_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sebelum dimasukkan ke dalam oven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdcYdP9unGs/Tb19--g6uKI/AAAAAAAABUE/kCZQgZ6mCYc/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601772032405190818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdcYdP9unGs/Tb19--g6uKI/AAAAAAAABUE/kCZQgZ6mCYc/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Selepas dikeluarkan dari oven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Murtabak Maggi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I tak berpoya-poya hari nie, petang tadi I try resepi Murtabak maggi. Wah, rajin la pulakkan dua tiga hari nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEGG1Pmz_s/Tb19srGc2-I/AAAAAAAABT0/pEN5DERWzQ4/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601771717956262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEGG1Pmz_s/Tb19srGc2-I/AAAAAAAABT0/pEN5DERWzQ4/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sangat mudah membuatnya. As you can see bahan-bahan di atas. Mee direbus hingga lembut dah ditoskan. Daging ayam tu I guna burger ayam 3 keping. 2 keping dah memadai..tapi you know la selera husband I tu, semua bende nak banyak. Kalau join survivor, silap-silap orang kat situ pun dia makan kalau dah kebulur.. wakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdHVShxgJb0/Tb19n4amvNI/AAAAAAAABTs/QSRb8TFQAcw/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601771635631111378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdHVShxgJb0/Tb19n4amvNI/AAAAAAAABTs/QSRb8TFQAcw/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Campurkan semua bahan. Letak minyak sikit kat non-stick pan dan goreng macam goreng telur dadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9AtQG7Ta8Y/Tb19j1DXGXI/AAAAAAAABTk/LB4X_iA48P0/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601771566008834418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9AtQG7Ta8Y/Tb19j1DXGXI/AAAAAAAABTk/LB4X_iA48P0/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Masak hingga kekuning-kuningan and terbalikkan... voila! siap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah...dah macam blog resepi la pulak hari nie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dan selamat mencuba..&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/7845427292620450927-2151680185334099549?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2151680185334099549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2151680185334099549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2151680185334099549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2151680185334099549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-muffins-and-murtabak-maggi.html' title='Another Muffins and Murtabak Maggi'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mwHDQ0g1wK4/Tb1-xXr_6II/AAAAAAAABU0/cPoTSPohGVg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-4556152291927909564</id><published>2011-04-30T21:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T03:14:36.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Humble Kitchen'/><title type='text'>I Baked A Muffins Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BC2WdcvlHzs/TbwXqzEJ2qI/AAAAAAAABTc/fqDsVRAubVo/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601378060571630242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BC2WdcvlHzs/TbwXqzEJ2qI/AAAAAAAABTc/fqDsVRAubVo/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Tada... Prune &amp;amp; Lemon Muffins from my kitchen :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGjQpxDKNEQ/TbwXScWWc8I/AAAAAAAABTM/u845Ln7yBCo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601377642157077442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGjQpxDKNEQ/TbwXScWWc8I/AAAAAAAABTM/u845Ln7yBCo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Bahan-bahan simple and senang nak cari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wTXg8g9tJ0/TbwXNthsgMI/AAAAAAAABTE/ZDo_ruJV4j0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601377560868716738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wTXg8g9tJ0/TbwXNthsgMI/AAAAAAAABTE/ZDo_ruJV4j0/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Semua bahan di campur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were supposed to go to a wedding event today at another state but since my husband masih kurang sihat lagi so we decided to stay at home sebab antibody beliau masih lemah lagi. But I know the main reason was because dia memang kureng sikit kalau pegi ke majlis perkahwinan, kenduri or tempat-tempat yang ramai orang. Dia rimas and tak tahan panas. Since I nie isteri yang menurut kata (yela tu..), I kata up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amWcrwaLo6Q/TbwW662uwuI/AAAAAAAABS0/q_9FkZDc1Ps/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601377238029091554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amWcrwaLo6Q/TbwW662uwuI/AAAAAAAABS0/q_9FkZDc1Ps/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sebelum dimasuk ke dalam oven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UprHLNaSxs0/TbwWJ5eTTuI/AAAAAAAABSk/2vJoqW_XLZQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWJ9YQ3Gy0c/TbwV8Ib5y1I/AAAAAAAABSc/xB4vmPIrFHk/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601376159342906194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IWJ9YQ3Gy0c/TbwV8Ib5y1I/AAAAAAAABSc/xB4vmPIrFHk/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Selepas keluar dari oven)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie terlajak bangun pagi sebab malam tadi tidur lambat sebab tengok macam-macam series yang I DL. Masak pun habis dekat pukul 1.30pm and husband I beli sotong sebab dia teringin nak suruh I masak sambal sotong. Padahal semalam beria-ia suruh I masak kari ayam. Lepas lunch, sambung menonton lagi. Petang, I decided to bake a muffin selepas check-check kat buku resepi. Bahan-bahan dah beli a few weeks ago. I tak pernah buat muffin kalau cupcake pernah la tapi a few times aje. Ala..muffin and cupcake same je kan.. Jadi la jugak and tak manis.. lega I, sebab I memang jarang buat cake cake nie, boleh di kira dengan jari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7845427292620450927-4556152291927909564?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/4556152291927909564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=4556152291927909564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4556152291927909564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/4556152291927909564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-bake-muffins-today.html' title='I Baked A Muffins Today!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BC2WdcvlHzs/TbwXqzEJ2qI/AAAAAAAABTc/fqDsVRAubVo/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2206055273491193404</id><published>2011-04-29T22:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:41:53.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations! Kate and William</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3lC-iFeBSM/TbrJhpSJQ5I/AAAAAAAABSU/Yc4fiTxZw60/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601010666443457426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3lC-iFeBSM/TbrJhpSJQ5I/AAAAAAAABSU/Yc4fiTxZw60/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I ambik gambar nie kat channel CNN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pagi-pagi lagi I dah bukak CNN sebab nak tengok wedding of the century between Prince William and Catherine (Kate) Milddelton. Kalau dulu I tengok mak dia Lady Diana kahwin (nampak sangat I dah kertu) and now anak dia pulak (sempatkah I melihat cucu dia kahwin nanti?). So in between masak memasak and attend to my hobby I kept the tv on all the time as I don’t want to miss the moment… Tau la history in a making and beside where on earth can you get a live coverage of royal wedding beside from England nie. Ramainya orang dah tunggu-tunggu kat kiri kanan jalan and ada yang siap tidur lagi kat situ. Well, kalau I ada situ masa tu, I pun akan join in jugak. I don’t care la kalau orang nak kata I taksub ke whatever towards the royal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya around 4pm waktu kita nie, para invites pun mula datang one by one. Sultan Brunei and wife pun datang. And I tekejut because Al Fayed was also invited knowing the controversial that had occured. I understand Sarah or Fergie was not invited. To me it was not nice not to invite her although dia buat macam-macam perangai. She was still the mother of Eugene and Beatrice. Maybe ada sebab muasabab yang lain which we don’t know. Dalam pada tu I tertunggu-tunggu akan kemunculan Kate and her wedding dress yang sungguh big secret itu. Tak lama kemudian beliau keluar dari hotel..wah..that was the baju kahwin yang menjadi idaman dan akan I pakai kalau I kahwin lagi sekali…(hap!). I first saw baju kahwin macam tu masa Grace Kelly pakai on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeTZHg7endM/TbrJdIxsaYI/AAAAAAAABSM/ElLi5WLGQwM/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601010588997937538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeTZHg7endM/TbrJdIxsaYI/AAAAAAAABSM/ElLi5WLGQwM/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Both look so happy together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..I rasa sungguh seronok menyaksikan hari yang penuh sejarah buat William and Kate nie. Senyuman Kate yang manis dan gaya bersahaja beliau membuatkan I terpikat. Sekali sekala beliau bertukar-tukar senyuman dengan William dan berborak mesra. I tersenyum-senyum sorang and tiba-tiba I rasa emotional and sayu semacam. I wish my darling Diana was there to witness the most important event in her son’s life. Ini si Camilla kambing tu pulak yang ada and not to mention bapak dia yang curang tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way keluar dari Westminster Abbey, tiba-tiba I terpikir, why don’t I took their picture..then cepat-cepat I belari capai camera Nikon and terus I snap gambar dorang kat atas carriage and kat balcony of Bukingham Palace. Bila dorang sampai kat Buckingham Palace. Yes, this is the moment that I’ve been waiting for so long. I managed to take their picture kissing and twice! I sungguh gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnTVRsfAzE0/TbrJZCdrNpI/AAAAAAAABSE/OWQSZpBKorg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601010518583883410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnTVRsfAzE0/TbrJZCdrNpI/AAAAAAAABSE/OWQSZpBKorg/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gambar nie I ambik kat channel BBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Walau Diana pergi almost 14 years ago but bayangan and impact yang ditinggalkan oleh beliau masih terasa dengan amat kuat sekali. During those event orang sentiasa membanding-bandingkan Kate and Diana. I know they are totally different in terms of background and everything. But I do know William make a right choice and I’m sure dia tidak akan menjadi seperti bapak dia yang buruk akhlak itu. I can feel that their love will last forever and I hope jangan la Kate buat perangai. I know by now Kate had won over the heart of Britons and I’m pretty sure all over the world. Because I dah mula menyayangi Kate. Kate’s will be all over the media soon and she would be scrutinize. I hope she will be strong and would be able to face it. I hope there would be no scandal too. Lastly, I hope Kate will be Kate yang humble and kind like her late mother in law. I’m sure Diana will be proud of her daughter in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana, I sangat merindui you… uhuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7845427292620450927-2206055273491193404?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2206055273491193404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=2206055273491193404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2206055273491193404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/2206055273491193404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/04/congratulations-kate-and-william.html' title='Congratulations! Kate and William'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3lC-iFeBSM/TbrJhpSJQ5I/AAAAAAAABSU/Yc4fiTxZw60/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-1257161401558029356</id><published>2011-04-28T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T16:47:08.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Heaven'/><title type='text'>Husband I Yang Sungguh Dramatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila dia sibuk buat kerja, wah..macam dia la pekerja contoh yang terunggul. Kejap-kejap bagitau dia buat nie, buat itu, konon nak highlight apa yang dia buat. Kalau angkat barang yang macam heavy, wah..bukan main dia kata barang tu macam batu paling berat tapi dia boleh angkat sebelah tangan atau satu jari aje.. nyampah I. Bila sama-sama buat kerja dia tak suruh I buat or angkat apa-apa. Dia kata biar dia sorang aje buat yang berat-berat (dia cukup suka emphasize those sentences sebab nak tunjuk dia hebat). Dia bagi alasan takut nanti pinggang or tangan I boleh patah. Macam la I nie fragile sangat. Then he flex his muscle and tunjuk bicep dia yang pada pandangan I hanyala setongkol lemak je.. Then dia suruh I rasa belakang badan or tangan dia yang berpeluh, konon betapa hardworking la dia. Lepas tu dia akan tarik nafas kuat-kuat and berkeluh kesah nak tunjuk yang dia sangat la penatnya kat I. Then I would roll my eyes kat dia. I kan dalam hati I rasa macam terlentang gelak but I play along aje. Sesambil tu, I guna pendekatan psychology kat orang tua nie. I puji-puji la dia, bukan main bersemangat lagi kalau dia kena puji, macam budak-budak aje. Kekadang kalau I tak tahan hypocrite, I terus gelak aje kat dia. Bila terlanggar something masa buat kerja tu, mula la dia meraung macam dia la yang paling menderita dalam dunia. Then dia tunjuk la lebam atau kesan/garisan merah kat badan dia yang sebesar semut itu. Bila I bagi air, bukan main lagi dia teguk sampai tak dapat benapas, lepas tu buat geleng-geleng kepala macam nak pitam wakakaka…. He is a piece of work ain’t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then a few days later while nak angkat barang-barang dalam almari perhiasaan barula kita orang perasaan cermin reflection retak. Alang-alang dah macam tu, baikla pecahkan semua sekali. Masa I sibuk nak ketuk cermin tu dia kata biarkan nanti dia buat. Dalam dia sibuk mengetuk and tarik cermin tu tiba-tiba serpihan cermin terjatuh keluar. But dia continue macam biasa until dia tengok kebawah and baru perasan kaki dia dah luka and darah keluar melimpah ruah. Cepat-cepat dia tak kasi I datang dekat dia. Tapi I sibuk la cari plaster and lepas plaster still darah keluar lagi. I kata baik pegi clinic. Sesambil tu I ambik kain perca lebihan kain and ikat kuat-kuat kat bahagian tu. Lepas dia pegi, I pun pegi kat tempat darah dia, oh... banyaknya darah, macam orang lepas berparang aje and di tambah dengan bau hanyir. Beberapa kali I kena lap. Dalam hati I, jangan la ada antu datang malam nie (tak ada lain, asyik ingat alam mistik aje wakaka..). Seram semacam aje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tak lama kemudian… dia pun balik dengan kaki berbalut. Jalan pun dah terhenjut-henjut (melampau..). Dia dengan penuh berkobar-kobar, cerita la betapa terseksanya dia kena jab (alahai), dia kata kena jahit tak sakit, yang jab anti septic tu yang sakit. Dia siap tanya doctor sakit ke tak. Badan and perut je besar boroi tapi penakut. Dia kata tengok jarum dia ngeri, konon nak menambahkan suspense kat I. I kata I pernah kena jahit, I tau rupa macam mata kail. Then I tanya, berapa jahitan kaki you. Dia kata dua…alahai sayang. I kata kat dia, ingat sepuluh jahitan. Dia tak puas hati, dia kata luka kat atas kulit nampak kecik tapi sebenarnya kat dalam tu yang dalam tertusuk. Dalam hati.... yela tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dia kata, 3 hari lagi nak kena jumpa doctor nak kena bukak jahit and jab lagi. I kata don’t worry la tak sakit. Dia kata doctor tak kasi dia angkat benda-benda berat tapi dia angkat and pindahkan jugak almari malam tu jugak sebab dia nak kemas cepat-cepat..I dalam gelak-gelak kat dia, risau jugak takut jahitan tu terbukak. Lepas abis dia susun almari-almari tu, dia mandi. Lepas mandi I dah agak mesti ada lakonan dari gerak geri badan dan expresi muka akan berlaku. And I was right, si drama queen itu berjalan perlahan-lahan sambil terkangkang-kangkang. Geram betul I tengok dia belakon. Bila I lalu depan dia, I buat-buat nak terjatuh kat kaki dia, wah..secepat kilat dia mengelak sambil menaikkan kaki ke atas… Oh dear, you all should see, kelakar nak mampus haha.. Kadang-kadang I buat-buat nak tepuk tempat jahitan dia, terbeliak bijik mata dia tekejut and panic…muka pucat lesi…aduhai.. Macam mana la I boleh terpikat dengan dia nie dulu-dulu eh? hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845427292620450927-1257161401558029356?l=theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1257161401558029356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845427292620450927&amp;postID=1257161401558029356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1257161401558029356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845427292620450927/posts/default/1257161401558029356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theerraticdreamer.blogspot.com/2011/04/husband-i-yang-sungguh-dramatic.html' title='Husband I Yang Sungguh Dramatic!'/><author><name>Misty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08476803025371668131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3SYiZLr36Yw/SuadAQnifyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dGOcP56FlLs/S220/mam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845427292620450927.post-2783202282159332341</id><published>2011-04-27T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T13:56:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Setelah berminggu-minggu tak menjengok my FB I decided to log in two days ago, sesambil tu I accept friendship well… Then I pikir why would I keep my farm and all the Farmville neighbours? So I delete my farm. Maka tamatlah kisah seorang peladang atau farmer gigih di alam maya setelah berkecimpung dalam bidang perladangan ini selama setahun lebih kurang. Then started deleting my neighbours without ever informing them. They are not my friend, I don’t know them, why should I care… huii… cold hearted nya kau dek. Imagine, I kena unfriend, one by one and there are about 320 of them. Tak ada la banyak neighbour macam kebanyakkan orang but still berjam jugak nak abiskan. Yang ada kat list sekarang pun bukan selalu or should I say some I tak pernah chat with or sekali sekala but I still maintain lagi sebab they are my friend from where back masa zaman berforum dan berblogging dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past few days I mula menyapa cousin I yang I rapat dengan masa kecik-kecik dulu. We used to hang out together, although it was not that often. Dom’s face looks just like daddy now that he’s mature. And I got the chance to brush up my iban’s language as I seldom speak or even write of it. I kan tinggal dengan community melayu, either I cakap melayu, english or tamil mengarut yang I sendiri tak paham. Dengan wo pun I ber contact sekali sekala as both are busy with our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband I balik kerja, I bagitau dia yang I dah delete ladang I, dia kata sayang la sebab ladang dah besar. I kata, peduli apa I, it is just a ladang cyber bukan betul pun. I dari dulu memang nak buang tapi husband I asyik kata biarkan je. Tau la husband I kan ada ciri-ciri hordes tak macam I, main buang je semua bende tanpa ada perasaan atau nilai nilai nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sibuk la nak mengedit profile..tak ada apa pun cuma tambah satu dua gambar so that cousin I dapat tau a
