<?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-4516752268464274954</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:40:59.213-07:00</updated><category term='growing young'/><category term='what the heck'/><category term='myself'/><category term='tagg'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='budget 09'/><category term='self-discovery'/><category term='my family'/><category term='MIA'/><title type='text'>Taking the Road Less Travelled...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-4919161801249179178</id><published>2011-04-04T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T02:35:54.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons learned...</title><content type='html'>Don't ever ever cross my boundaries again!!!!! I have my limits too...when i give too much 'face' and 'space', people start&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terrorizing&lt;/span&gt; my boundaries...All these while, i was being 'nice' to everybody...or at least..that was the impressions given..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today..u know the real me, huh!!! when i show my true colors!!! Yezz....really colourful and not many people liked it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people.... dont you dare crossing my boundaries!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-4919161801249179178?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/4919161801249179178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=4919161801249179178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4919161801249179178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4919161801249179178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2011/04/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons learned...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-4930252378270603432</id><published>2011-02-13T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:34:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting An Old Friend..after 28 years..</title><content type='html'>....only to find out that she is suffering from Breast Cancer- stage 2. I had a shock of my life when i learnt that.&lt;p&gt;We met at the ward - on a hospital bed, instead of at a cozy restaurant, catching up our &amp;#39;lost&amp;#39; years... She looked so calm and composed..Of course, we couldn&amp;#39;t stop shedding out tears for awhile, but we finally came to terms with it. &lt;p&gt;She is one tough lady..a different person i used to know 28 years ago. She has grown into a matured person...with a strong personality..which i envy. &lt;p&gt;We talked for a good one hour. Most of the time I only listened to her. She talked about the past..us being room-mates during MRSM days..she really treasured those moments.&lt;p&gt;She was supposed to go thru a &amp;#39;chemo&amp;#39; session - the first time after the &amp;#39;lump&amp;#39; was removed in December. She didnt want to go thru it but the doc  suggested she had one. &lt;p&gt;I left the ward with a very heavy heart. &lt;br&gt;The next day I text her asking how her &amp;#39;chemo&amp;#39; session went..and I had tears in my eyes when i read her reply..&lt;p&gt;.&amp;quot;Wkmslm. It strtd 4.30 ystday, endd at 11pm. D efct was bad, but i&amp;#39;l surv. On my way home now. Tq vr much for d mngful moment we had d other day. &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Till we meet again, Harlina...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-4930252378270603432?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/4930252378270603432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=4930252378270603432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4930252378270603432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4930252378270603432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2011/02/meeting-old-friendafter-28-years.html' title='Meeting An Old Friend..after 28 years..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-82282544304321137</id><published>2011-02-08T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:43:50.569-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the heck'/><title type='text'>Pick up that "F*C*KING* goddamn phone please!!!! idiot!!!</title><content type='html'>first of all...mind my language dear readers!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so annoyed with people who don't have courtesy to pick the stupid goddamn phone when i called. This happened to me so often...and it's worse when it came from that level of rank..&lt;br /&gt;i am mad because i, myself, would always attend to any sort of calls or sms'es from any creatures on earth whenever i was on leave...even when i was on hospital bed..Yess!!!! Readers...I do that, okay...if u don't believe me, u can always check with my staff in my department..My staff do that too without being told because that is the standard that i have set with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times, the calls just to get some confirmation on certain things..and sometimes, a simple YES or NO from us can make a lot of things get done in the office even in our absence. Have that courtesy, please people...Of course, my staff would not easily make that calls unless they are very urgent..they also respect my privacy in a lot of ways..That's why when there was a call from office on my off day, I would know it must be something urgent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people don't have that courtesy...probably not taught in university in those days..but you can always learn them somewhere else..through your experience...that is, if you have the opportunities of working elsewhere other than this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I really appreciate my 6 years of working experience in audit firm..4 years in commercial lines before i finally landed here 10 years ago...That was really a training platform for me...I may not be that perfect, but at least I do have some courtesies when dealing with people around me especially at work place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chowwww readers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-82282544304321137?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/82282544304321137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=82282544304321137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/82282544304321137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/82282544304321137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2011/02/pick-up-that-fcking-goddamn-phone.html' title='Pick up that &quot;F*C*KING* goddamn phone please!!!! idiot!!!'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7456890240068807393</id><published>2011-02-06T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:30:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a bit uneasy...</title><content type='html'>Today is sunday...the last day of the chinese new year holiday..feeling a bit drowsy...the weather doesn't help much...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekly maid turned up today, but it was not the same one last week..it was a new maid..adoiiii..which means i have to train and supervise closely since she is new to my house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that came last few weeks went to KL for shopping..apparently she didn't come back for the weekend..enjoying herself there after getting her pay, i guess..and i am suffering here with the new maid...happened to be her friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was kind of tired today...she was not as good as the other one..literally couching and monitoring..adoi...what to do...have to be patient and make sure my RM80 per week is worth the job done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now 6 pm...my hubby and my son went out for haircut..both need one..badly..The two girls are upstairs..they need privacy..so, let them have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my cousin just lost her son..aged 7 years old..same age as my son..it was a sad day for her..we were there for the funeral..took my kids along..so that they experience some facts of life..that every living creatures would die..that everybody on earth would finally gets his/her call when the time comes...that nothing lasts forever...that we have to prepare ourselves before that final call is made on us..Alfatihah to Adam Muqrish...you would definitely be remembered and sadly missed  by all of us..especially your parents, brother and sister..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow and the rest of the weeks would be a hectic one for me..a lot of things were pending at work as people had a habit of putting things off until the CNY...they dont realize how bad it is going to be...people took their days off as if they were the ones celebrating CNY..funny things were..even those celebrating the festival were still around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh...don't feel like going to work..but hey!!!! i gotta be kidding!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...gotta go for now...just remembered that i need to do some pick ups at the laundrymat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will publish a post on this stupid laundrymat later...another 'hampeh' service laundry mat in town!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-7456890240068807393?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/7456890240068807393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=7456890240068807393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7456890240068807393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7456890240068807393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2011/02/feeling-bit-uneasy.html' title='Feeling a bit uneasy...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2070432885402903918</id><published>2010-12-31T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:49:35.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>The Last Day of 2010..</title><content type='html'>The Last Day of 2011..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuti Umum...sebab Malaysia menang Piala Suzuki AFF 2010..i need the holiday badly..tak kisahlah macamana ianya diperolehi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been down with cold, fever and cough.. that ruined the moods.  But life goes on no matter what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids are ready for schools...Hilda is excited as this is her final year in Secondary school. Elissa is excited about her new school..first year in Secondary..but Farish remains calm although we know he is so anxious about going to real school- standard one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing a bit of cleaning kat rumah..not much but certain things get done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a call from my mum..she thought today was Farish's first day at school..she just wanted to know how it went for him..Told her that Farish's first day would be on Sunday. Everybody was so anxious to know how his first day would turn out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about Farish, last nite he was asking his Pa 'macamana kalau kita nak dapat jadi Ketua Kelas?'..Wow!!! He is thinking forward...haha..That is the spirit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Farish tanya Hilda..'di mana nak letak beg sekolah ni kalau dalam kelas nanti?'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently..at taska, the schoolbags are left outside the classroom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOHO...he is actually looking forward to his first day at school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby left home for Solat Jumaat, but he wasn't back until very late in the evening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, we were worried sick about him..called hphone tapi tak jawab..wallets ada kat rumah..kemana perginya?...so, i took a drive to the mosque..tengok2 dia tengah lepak sambil minum2 dgn Doc Hadi, kat kedai sebelah masjid..adoi... ingat kan gi mana?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He must have left his hphone in the car..he didnt see me looking for him ..but i noticed him from afar..(mestilah kenal husband sendiri walau dari jauh kan..) So, i drove back..mula2 nak marah juga tapi  deep down, i was relieved when i saw him there..safe..(Till now, he doesn't know that i went out looking for him..) Bukan mengongkong..tapi risaukan his safety..tu aje..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came back after a while and I pretended that I didn't know where he was...hehehe...Sorry ye Darling...He wont read this blog..so biar lah rahsia..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Nite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patin tempoyak for dinner...I'm sure everyone will not miss it tonite..i'm cooking!!! Yeay!!!..the last one for 2010..make it bigggg..HOHO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the weather now..sejuk..angin sepoi-sepoi bahasa..kekadang begitu melegakan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay bloggers...gotta go now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2070432885402903918?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2070432885402903918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2070432885402903918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2070432885402903918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2070432885402903918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day-of-2010.html' title='The Last Day of 2010..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-1631855494851469269</id><published>2010-12-23T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:19:12.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Less Travelled has finally ended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/TRNaYeDIfxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D7UvgpAeiis/s1600/photo-752788.PNG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/TRNaYeDIfxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D7UvgpAeiis/s320/photo-752788.PNG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553882141907517202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-1631855494851469269?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/1631855494851469269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=1631855494851469269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1631855494851469269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1631855494851469269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2010/12/road-less-travelled-has-finally-ended.html' title='The Road Less Travelled has finally ended.'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/TRNaYeDIfxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D7UvgpAeiis/s72-c/photo-752788.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7123614171516148232</id><published>2010-05-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:09:47.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling of victory</title><content type='html'>Friday, 21st May,2010, was the day that i would always remember..that was the day when i finally ended my journey less travelled.  I have passed my AFAR paper of MIA QE..the last paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surely an agony waiting for the results to be out..felt like vomitting..couldn't even breathe properly..but it all paid off ..phew..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank those dearest to me especially my hubby, kids, parents, families of both sides, friends and also my staff in my department.. They all contribute to this victory in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for this moment..am feeling very happy and proud of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u all..for supporting me..u mean the world to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-7123614171516148232?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/7123614171516148232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=7123614171516148232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7123614171516148232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7123614171516148232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2010/05/feeling-of-victory.html' title='Feeling of victory'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3890678182022843498</id><published>2009-08-23T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:37:56.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well protected - nak pergi sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHg5O-eNpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/afzYHGVIPWI/s1600-h/photo-776231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHg5O-eNpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/afzYHGVIPWI/s320/photo-776231.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373323104307000978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--- &lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1608733892"&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="cid:1.1223716851@web53401.mail.re2.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3890678182022843498?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3890678182022843498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3890678182022843498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3890678182022843498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3890678182022843498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-protected-nak-pergi-sekolah.html' title='Well protected - nak pergi sekolah'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHg5O-eNpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/afzYHGVIPWI/s72-c/photo-776231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2995434556053368407</id><published>2009-08-23T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:41:18.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana perginye remote control dan casingnye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHb-2q88FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AezCMQHlef0/s1600-h/photo-719925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHb-2q88FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AezCMQHlef0/s320/photo-719925.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373317703303753810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="yiv876249319"&gt;Nicely fit....no wonder my aircond remote control went missing.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="cid:1.1223556223@web53411.mail.re2.yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2995434556053368407?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2995434556053368407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2995434556053368407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2995434556053368407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2995434556053368407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/08/fw.html' title='Mana perginye remote control dan casingnye?'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SpHb-2q88FI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AezCMQHlef0/s72-c/photo-719925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5871835392403716361</id><published>2009-05-31T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:39:23.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing young'/><title type='text'>20/20 Eyesight..</title><content type='html'>Just came back from PESAYA official opening at SUKPA. Tired but partly proud when i saw Elissa standing tall with her other ASSUNTA GIRLS performing their choir. I could see Elissa from afar, standing at the back row,(third from right). She really enjoyed herself..proudly and bravely waving at the crowd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PESAYA is the annual sport for all the State foundations and this year, Yayasan pahang is the host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the chance to meet Elissa's teacher while having tea after the performance. The teacher mistakenly thought that i was Elissa's sister..Hah..bior betul..well it was a credit to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i think, the teacher was mistaken me for Hilda, my eldest daughter who was also her student then. (Many said that Hilda looks exactly like me.).or..probably because the outfit i was in today..sports t-shirt and casual pants and sport shoes..or probably the teacher was too tired and couldnt see things properly...hehe..sorry cikgu..i hope i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think cikgu sees things with her heart, not just with her bare eyes..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ CIKGU FOR MAKING MY DAY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5871835392403716361?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5871835392403716361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5871835392403716361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5871835392403716361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5871835392403716361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/05/2020-eyesight.html' title='20/20 Eyesight..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7032307218249694088</id><published>2009-05-09T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:42:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a WOMAN should have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="OutlookMessageHeader" dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 17px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.231373); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.231373); "&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;enough money              within her control to move out &lt;br&gt;and rent a place of her              own,&lt;br&gt;even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A              WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;something perfect to wear if the              employer, &lt;br&gt;or date of her dreams wants to see her in an              hour...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a youth she's              content to leave behind.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to              &lt;br&gt;retelling it in her old age.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD              HAVE ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black              lace bra... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;one              friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a good piece of              furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;eight matching              plates, wine glasses with stems, &lt;br&gt;and a recipe for a meal,              &lt;br&gt;that will make her guests feel honored... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A              WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a feeling of control over her              destiny... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;how to              fall in love without losing herself.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN              SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;how to quit a job,&lt;br&gt;break up with a lover,              &lt;br&gt;and confront a friend without; &lt;br&gt;ruining the friendship...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;when to try harder...              and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD              KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves,              &lt;br&gt;the width of her hips, or the nature of her              parents..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EV ERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;that her              childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what she would and              wouldn't do for love or more... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD              KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;whom she can              trust,&lt;br&gt;whom she can't,&lt;br&gt;and why she shouldn't take it              personally... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD              KNOW...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;where to go...&lt;br&gt;be it to her best friend's kitchen              table... &lt;br&gt;or a charming inn in the woods...&lt;br&gt;when her soul              needs soothing... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...              &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day...&lt;br&gt;a              month...and a year...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; 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One year babe.. No kidding..which means i hv to b on my own with the kids four days a week for the next one year. He will b home just for the weekemd. Not so bad...sacrifice le kan..and i think this time is worth the efforts n sacrifices. Insyaallah.&lt;p&gt;In the mean time, i managed to persuade  my sister&amp;#39;s neighbour to stay with me during his absence..(of course not for free lah kan...where got free one nowadays. E/thg comes with a price babe..) anyway it was so kind of her to help...that was really great. &lt;p&gt;See how things go for the next few weeks. Hope i can get used to things n handle them myself. &lt;p&gt;I need somebody to be home when elissa gets home from school in the afternoon. Otherwise she is home alone for 2 hours until hilda gets home. It&amp;#39;s only 2 hours but anythg could happen within just a short period of time (nauzubillah...) and she is too young to be home alone. &lt;br&gt;That is the main reason for wanting to hv somebody to stay with me., apart from that...to cook lunch for the kids lah...&lt;p&gt;Well..so far so good..she is doing fine n seems to know what to do around the house. Ringan tulang sangat walaupun saiz badan x berapa ringan. Hehe. She loves to cook. The &amp;#39;air tangan&amp;#39; also not bad. I hv done my groceries tday n look fwd to see what is happening tmoro. &lt;p&gt;Till then, good nite bloggers...    &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-856972442649586358?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/856972442649586358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=856972442649586358' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/856972442649586358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/856972442649586358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone-with-kids.html' title='Alone with the kids..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2721592974925527756</id><published>2009-04-25T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:10:40.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time it's Kenny Rogers...</title><content type='html'>After Assunta Sports Day, we all decided to hv lunch at kennyRogers. It was elissa's pick again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="cid:E1009551-7E7B-46E1-A624-9B09FA7F9140" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Many pple there...tables were mostly occupied and we managed to park ourselves at a not so strategic spot - next to the sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orders were taken but it took quite s/time for the food to arrive. Yes understood it was a big crowd there..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for food, my mind started 'boggling'..why can't they expect the crowd tday?  Given the fact that tday is the last weekend of the month, (which most pple already recd their pay cheques for the month...gomen sure dh masuk gj..) I'm sure the restaurant operator expects the crowd. Afterall, it is not a new phenomena in M'sia whereby the eating places are crowded during this time of the month bila gj kluar. Takkan tak study the pattern of sales made...which days / weeks of the month that sales are peak.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu yg i always pelik is why don't most restaurants or even any services for that matter do not study / look into  their own capacity. Contohnya, if u provide a capacity of 50 paxs in your restaurant, u should also employ enough manpower to man the space capacity that u created. Otherwise, it does not balance and your capacity is actually falls back on how many paxs that each one of your staff could handle. If one staff can only serve 5 pple at one time, then having only 6 staff would not be sufficient to cater for 50 paxs. In this case, the capsaity is only (5x6) 30 paxs, not 50 paxs. That was just my 'perkiraan bodoh' that may not make much sense to some pple. But that has been on my mind everytime i encountered similar incidents like tday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...the gravy for the chicken was cair. Confirmed..the gravy was not enough to go around. So, cairkan sikitlah.... That is the&lt;br /&gt; trick right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i come back again to kenny rogers on a normal day..probably on the 17ish of the month, and i will tell u the different. But that is not good bcoz in business, we hv to be consistently good in servicing our cudtomers no matter at which time of the month or day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not criticizing bcoz i just like to complain or write for no reasons but i feel obliged n really want to see some changes in our service &lt;br /&gt;industry - at least setanding dgn negara luar - at least what we get worth the money spent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also give credits when due..           Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2721592974925527756?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2721592974925527756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2721592974925527756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2721592974925527756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2721592974925527756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenny-rogers-again.html' title='This time it&apos;s Kenny Rogers...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-4723617314462761458</id><published>2009-04-24T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:07:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Long Lost Friends</title><content type='html'>Had the chance to update my facebook the other day. My fb was initially created basically for MIA QE friends - serves as a so called &amp;#39;forum&amp;#39; - to release tension and to share joyful event, if any. &lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, there were two invitations as friends from two people whom i had not in contact with for so long- almost 21years. They were my housemate n colleague when we were studying in Boston, US. Carol n i went to boston university while Zamrut (Lut) went to Wentworth Inst of Technology n subsequently to Northeastern Univ, which is also in Boston. &lt;p&gt;Am so glad that i finally found my long lost friends. They actually looked out for me  on FB. It is a good platform to create new friends and also find old acquaintances.&lt;p&gt;Looking at old photos remind me of good old days...wet cold winter days..can still remember them well... Wish could go back there..insyaallah..it is on my wish list. I really wanna bring my kids there. Wanna share with them how difficult life was during study days..money was absolutely very scarce... Therefore we students had to take part time job. &lt;p&gt;Also wanna show them the campus, charles river, the downtown where i would normally spend my time when the going gets tough, the Boston Common (the park), the cafe where i used to work for my hard earned money, the apartments and everythg else. Hope they r still there. &lt;p&gt;Life was difficult then but as a student, it was great experience. We enjoyed as well. Weekends were well spent. That was the best part of it all... Huh cant express them here unless u were there with me...too much good n baddddd memories.,as well.. So long.. Gotta go b4 Got carried away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-4723617314462761458?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/4723617314462761458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=4723617314462761458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4723617314462761458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4723617314462761458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-long-lost-friends.html' title='My Long Lost Friends'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-8884956572723441658</id><published>2009-04-19T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:48:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A litttllee bit about myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A mum who doesn't want to disclose much about herself&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just took &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the your favourite fruit tells your secret...!!!!!!!!!!! quiz &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and got the result: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PINEAPPLE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PINEAPPLE&lt;/span&gt;: You are quick to decide and even quicker to act. You are brave in making career changes; if that is what is to your advantage. You have exceptional organising abilities and are undaunted by the size of the task at hand. You tend to be self reliant, sincere and honest in your dealings with others. Though you are not given to making friends very quickly, but once you do, it is for life. You rarely, if ever, make romantic overtures. Your partner is often impressed with your sterling qualities but disappointed in your ability to show affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-8884956572723441658?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/8884956572723441658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=8884956572723441658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8884956572723441658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8884956572723441658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/litttllee-bit-about-myself.html' title='A litttllee bit about myself....'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3876504060789220620</id><published>2009-04-18T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:13:48.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit given when it's due...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/Sem7Iaiu2SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9eetU9Ibtfs/s1600-h/photo-760928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/Sem7Iaiu2SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9eetU9Ibtfs/s320/photo-760928.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325993787580668194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Sent via iPhone. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We r on our 'weekend get away'...not far away...but far enough to enjoy the weekend with just the five of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are spending our weekend at Duta Village Resort, not far away from home. Children enjoying themselves ..simply bcoz they get to be away from home..doing something diff from their routine weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Duta Village?? because of our membership with the TancoResort since 1999...on a time sharing basis...which had cost us quite a big sum..not to mention its annual fees and its maintenance fees..Why Duta Village again?..bcoz its near..very near from home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we decided to take a drive around the area..that is along the stretch of Kg Balok up to the Gebeng / Kuantan Port junction. On the way back to the resort, we saw KFC Balok. I felt so 'jauh hati' with KFC. But my hubby suggested that we gave it another shot at KFC Balok...(whether the service is different or consistently the same as the one we had at previous location )..oklah..we gave it a try..So..we had our 'minum petang' cum dinner there...guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my (and the kids') surprise, the service was damned good, fast, polite and superb..the surrounding was customer friendly..and one important thing that i need to emphasize here was its BREWED..AROMA..RICH AND HOT COFFEE was puurrfect..that was what i called COFFEE...the 'specification' was accurate to my taste. My hubby agreed with me that it tasted good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby passed a remark that i should write another entry in my blog to compliment the good service rendered by the staff. I think that was a good idea. Why not? Furthermore..credit should be given when it is due...why wait?..here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;p/s: Looks like my hubby has been reading my blog...who told him about my previous entry? i didn't..Oppss..well, Its great to know that he has been reading it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3876504060789220620?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3876504060789220620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3876504060789220620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3876504060789220620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3876504060789220620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/fw.html' title='Credit given when it&apos;s due...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/Sem7Iaiu2SI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9eetU9Ibtfs/s72-c/photo-760928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3871077868961462811</id><published>2009-04-12T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:30:47.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brewed..aroma..rich..hot coffee..hmmm</title><content type='html'>It was sunday and elissa had a special request that we had bfast at KFC. (chose not to disclose which location.)Such a small request, i thought..and i felt obliged to honour it. So off we went to the place for bfast..Pa didn't join us as he had more important thing to 'honour'...mesyuarat kejiranan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i didn't feel good about having bfast at KFC. Never had bfast there..While strolling to KFC, which was just opposite our normal bfast spot, I was thinking what would they serve for bfast..anyway..i didn't want to dissappoint the girls.. i mean Elissa..(as Hilda would normally has no preference over where to eat..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with..there was only one counter opened. The lady taking the order was also the one who had to run around, in and out of the kitchen to collect the food. There was another lady behind the counter busy folding the take away boxes. The line was not too long but wasn't short either..about 3 customers before me. But the fact that the lady had to do so many things by herself had actually slowed down the line. okay lah..i could tolerate that..although the manager on duty was there too..but never bothered to use a bit of his intelligence to do something about the service..pple keep coming and when i looked behind..there were at least another 4 customers hungrily waiting in line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had finally been served..ordered 2 milo but was given only one cup..ordered two twisters but had to wait..so we were given the number instead. While waiting in line just now, i had fancied a great taste of its coffee as promoted on the menu..it's written as BREWED..RICH..WITH AROMA..HOT COFFEE.. wow..couldn't wait for that..&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise..when i looked at the coffee that was served..it was totally different..very..very..'thin' coffee..so cairrrr...when i put in one sachet of creamer, it looked so 'ugly' and u can tell how it would taste...urggh..not up to the standard..as they claimed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed..tetiba 'meroyan'..hangin tetiba..and i waived at the manager on duty who was lazily walking towards me..i complained about the coffee..and he said..cair?? macam tak percaya..then he took the cup and brought it to the counter, put in more coffee and handed it back to me..i thanked him and the guy didn't even say a word..not even a sorry from him..he left without saying anything..hah..marah kat aku lah tu..aku nak marah dia tak tau..Huh brother..I paid for it..for the lousy service..the least he could have said was sorry..well customers are always right..agaknya the guy belum grad lagi..dying to know from which college or university he is from..the face dont look familiar..definitely not from ikip training.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..tu lah..our service industry is still way..way..way..behind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3871077868961462811?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3871077868961462811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3871077868961462811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3871077868961462811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3871077868961462811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/brewedaromarichhot-coffeehmmm.html' title='Brewed..aroma..rich..hot coffee..hmmm'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5627227005395162818</id><published>2009-04-04T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:09:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence</title><content type='html'>Al-fatihah to Hilda&amp;#39;s friend&amp;#39;s mum who just passed away yesterday afternoon. She was suffering from diabetis and other complications. &lt;p&gt;Hilda was very quiet yday after she learned about the news. My hubby n me took her for &amp;#39;ziarah&amp;#39; right away. Quite a sad moments for her as Raudhah is a close friend of hers since small. We wamted Hilda to be there for her friend...to lend her shoulders to cry on and anything that she could offer during her friend&amp;#39;s difficult times. &lt;p&gt;This is what life is all about...May Raudhah is able to cope with it. This is a trying time that every one of us would go thru. &lt;p&gt;To Raudhah, uncle n auntie r always there for u.. for anything at all.      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5627227005395162818?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5627227005395162818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5627227005395162818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5627227005395162818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5627227005395162818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/condolence.html' title='Condolence'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-8769202457997776159</id><published>2009-04-02T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:26:04.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn...re-learn and unlearn</title><content type='html'>Was watching an interview with Paklah held by TV3 tonite. Nothing so extraordinary or extravagant to quote from the conversation... To me it was an &amp;#39;easy listening&amp;#39; while putting my son to sleep. &lt;p&gt;However, there were a few lines that i thought was rather &amp;#39;catchy&amp;#39; to me...&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;orang kita terlalu gullible..mudah percaya atau terpedaya dgn cerita2 yg didengar dari orang lain tanpa usul periksa. Kita terima semuanya bulat2..&amp;quot;. &lt;p&gt;Gitu lah lebihkrg kata2 paklah. Walaupun not verbatim, but it was s/tjing to that effect. &lt;p&gt;Although i am not a big fan of his, i totally agreed with what he said. Kita suka mendengar tanpa menganalisa, suka memandang tanpa memerhati, suka bercakap tanpa fakta. Itu lah kita...&lt;p&gt;Kenapa jadi begini? Sebab kita suka ambik mudah dan suka terima benda2 yg tak memerlukan kita berfikir lebih.&lt;p&gt;• Tak payah work hard, but i work smart....&lt;br&gt;• Bukan nak ngadu, tapi i am just updating my boss..&lt;br&gt;• I bukan nak take over your job but i am just covering u up. &lt;p&gt;Itu lah antara statements yg digunakan oleh orang-orang lain kepada kita dan ia boleh mengelirukan sekiranya kita cuma tahu mendengar tanpa menganalisa dan memandang tanpa memerhati...Lebih mengelirukan sekiranya ia datang dari subordinates kita.  &lt;p&gt;Kasihannya KITA...kalau masih tak sedar2 bahawa diri kita sebenarnya telah dipergunakan oleh orang2 itu..&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s why we should keep on learning, re-learning and unlearning...endlessly..      &lt;p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-8769202457997776159?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/8769202457997776159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=8769202457997776159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8769202457997776159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8769202457997776159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/learnre-learn-and-unlearn.html' title='Learn...re-learn and unlearn'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3474522039152306013</id><published>2009-04-01T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:35:55.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intrinsic Value of Life...</title><content type='html'>MANUSIA &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walau di mana jua dan bila2 masa pun akan sentiasa hipokrit dan mengamalkan resmi lalang.&lt;br /&gt;Malangnya mereka inilah yg menerajui sesebuah organisasi. Di manakah kesedaran mereka2 ini. Tak boleh kah diwujudkan satu organisasi yg sihat dan bebas dari semua itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Inilah &amp;#39;nilai-nilai murni&amp;#39; yg kita bakal semai dan perturunkan  kepada anak2 kita dan generasi2 baru.  Kenapa kita sudah tidak matang berfikir?  Kita rasa kita cukup professional dlm tugas kita tapi kita lupa yg kita mungkin &amp;#39;terpijak  kaki kawan&amp;#39; sebelah.Kenapa nilai2 murni dan kematangan berfikir sudah tidak dijadikan  ukuran didalam membuat sebarang keputusan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita menghadapi tanggungjwb yg besar utk menerapkan nilai hidup atau nilai diri yg sebenarnya kepada anak2 kita. Masalahnya, terlalu sukar utk kita perturunkan kerana tidak byk contoh2  yg baik disekeliling  kita yg dapat kita tunjuk kpd anak2 kita. Apakah itu nilai murni?  Kekadang kita sendiri pun tidak pasti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifat ketidakadilan jg telah kita terapkan di peringkat taska lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only the other day that my five year old son complained that he was forced to take nap at certain hour when another friend of his was left awake n was free to do whatever he wanted to do. Later we learned that the boy was the son of the kakak pengasuh. Today my son came back n complained again that he was not allowed to bring his toys to &amp;#39;school&amp;#39; but it was okay for THE boy to do so.How do i explained this to my son? That this is the fact of life  that he has to go thru?.. That it is okay to be biased? That what he is going thru is normal? I felt guilty for allowing it to happen to  my son.  He kept asking his dad why he got different treatment.  Double standard so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity my dear son for having to go thru the &amp;#39;bitter&amp;#39; side of life this early. Maybe this is part of learning process. He learns, re-learns and unlearns...But as parents, we have bigger roles to play. Bigger than what we could  think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current financial crisis is nothing compared to the crisis that we put ourselves through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3474522039152306013?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3474522039152306013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3474522039152306013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3474522039152306013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3474522039152306013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/04/intrinsic-value-of-life.html' title='The Intrinsic Value of Life...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-8170917120337632291</id><published>2009-03-25T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:10:09.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet..pet...pet..</title><content type='html'>After checked in, i thought of hving s/thg to eat for dinner. So, i strolled over to Asian Cafe nearby. I was bz looking for what to eat when suddenly came this guy out of nowhere and making so much noise...he was loud n started ordering food. Made a big fuss about the quantity of food n the price. The strange thing was the pple behind the counter suddenly came forward n entertained this loud guy...and left me unattended. What was so damed special bout this funny guy. I assumed he must be one of the janitors who worked around here n those pple know him well. Thus, he gets treated nicely. That&amp;#39;s what i thought.&lt;p&gt;As usual i overheard their conversation..well.. They r loud anyway..the guy bhind the counter asked him &amp;#39;Lan nak gi mana?&amp;#39; Ooo.. Confirmed the guys know each other..  know him by names. Then i heard the reply...i ada show kat Kelantan(?). Opss...Lan Pet Pet rupenye. Manalah aku kenal.. But seriously...he had to b loud to b noticed.. Othrrwise, aku ingat janitor kat airport ni je.&lt;p&gt;Then only i noticed he was with one pelakon yg aku x tau name.. Tapi dia berlakon dlm manjalara yg jadi org yg jaga rumah bakti tu. Dlm citer tu pkai tudung. I happenned to like her character.. Thats y kenal. Tapi Lan Pet..Pet mati blk idup aku tk tau.&lt;p&gt;No wonder he has to Pet pet to be noticed. Kesian nye diaa...&lt;p&gt;Is that his real identity? I doubt so. Never liked him anyway. I rest my case...&lt;p&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-8170917120337632291?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/8170917120337632291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=8170917120337632291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8170917120337632291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8170917120337632291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/petpetpet_25.html' title='Pet..pet...pet..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-437154400607793019</id><published>2009-03-25T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:28:02.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day</title><content type='html'>God!! Questions were damned hard. Looks like i&amp;#39;m coming back for my next attempt...which will be in sept 09. &lt;p&gt;My previous paper, taxation, was also tough. But managed to get thru. Hope the same &amp;#39;concept&amp;#39; applies here to. &lt;p&gt;In terms of comprehension n familiarity of the subject matter, this time punye prepn was much better. Now im just banging on LUCK and of course a lot of prayers till the results r out. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, got calls from elissa in the afternoon. She came out third in class for the term exam. 5As. Hilda also obtained A for geography. Exam still in progress. At least s/thg to be happy about. &lt;p&gt;Now heading for KLIA again. Tking the last flight bck to kuantan. Penat toksah citer lee. Esok terruss keje. Pre board meeting with dato&amp;#39; chairman. The thought makes me even more exhausted. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-437154400607793019?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/437154400607793019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=437154400607793019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/437154400607793019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/437154400607793019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/day.html' title='The Day'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6668098066582473717</id><published>2009-03-24T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:57:57.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebudak Baru Belajar...</title><content type='html'>March 24th. Tuesday - 12 pm. &lt;p&gt;Here i am... Hotel UiTM Shah Alam. Room 208. The receptionists recognized me from afar. Familiar face. I came here twice a year. How could u not recognize me. &lt;p&gt;Had buffet lunch at the coffee house. Not many pple dined here. Adalah one table of 3 pple. Looked  n sounded like lecturers...uitm lecturers lah i guess. Their &amp;#39;typical&amp;#39; styles didnt escape my attention. I actually eavesdropped a little...thats how i could confirm that they r lecturers. &lt;p&gt;Anyway., one unique thing about this hotel is the fact that its being managed by uitm students under the faculty of hotel n catering. Hence, gotta lower a bit of ur expectation in terms of its quality. X blame them. Mereka budak baru belajar. Basic facilities alrightlah..can survive lah for one night stay. &lt;p&gt;Now i&amp;#39;m taking one hour break from studies. Enjoying spa Q .. I know somewhere out there somebody close to me also watching this. Hehe. Hv fun.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-6668098066582473717?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6668098066582473717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6668098066582473717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6668098066582473717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6668098066582473717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/bebudak-baru-belajar.html' title='Bebudak Baru Belajar...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2202701343440651815</id><published>2009-03-23T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:55:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Road Less Travelled..</title><content type='html'>March 24th / Tuesday-9.30 am.&lt;p&gt;Here I go again...taking the road less travelled. I&amp;#39;m on my way to UiTM Shah Alam for my MIA QE exam which will be held tmoro afternoon at 2.30 pm.&lt;p&gt;Now, at the departure hall kuantan airport, waiting to depart for KLIA. My fligt is at 10.15 am. Hubby just dropped me off n left.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2202701343440651815?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2202701343440651815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2202701343440651815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2202701343440651815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2202701343440651815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/taking-road-less-travelled.html' title='Taking the Road Less Travelled..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-9133362156642134930</id><published>2009-03-22T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:05:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday- march 22nd</title><content type='html'>Sunday- march 22nd&lt;p&gt;9.00 am- As promised, everybody looked fwd to hving bfast at McD. What&amp;#39;s so great about it. Nothing much. It just that ...it&amp;#39;s been ages since the last time we hd bfast there. The last time i went was the week when the girls had their replacement school day on saturday - for chinese new year. I went there with farish. That time we hardly saw any malays around probly bcoz of the palestinian campaign. So effective i thought.. But it didnt bother me that much. &lt;p&gt;Tday, the environment was the same. Other than my family, we only saw a malay couple enjoying their cup of coffee- actually in the pretext of hving coffee but matter of fact they were there to &amp;#39;tumpang&amp;#39; the internet access probly provided free of chrge by McD to attract more pple. Yes..we are famous for grabbing free things.. Of course me included. But.. Looks like it doesnt work here. &lt;p&gt;Talking about pple.. Malaysians hv colourful attitudes..ranging from Civilized to uncivilized...considerate to inconsiderate...&lt;p&gt;Saw one guy fully engrossed in whatever he was doing on his laptop.. Probably surfing or also blogging like me..x matter what he was doing but the fact that he was occupying one whole &amp;#39;gazebo&amp;#39; to himself irritated me. The place was for at least 6  to 8 pple. Other tables and benches were still wet as it was still early. This guy could hv occupied the single or double table under the roof n be considerate to others. So that it could leave some rooms for pple like us. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I know there were no rules written anywhere on the wall or written anywhere in the akta kerajaan or pekeliling to empty the table if u see pple r looking for places to sit. (although in some eating places that was emphasized-although not verbatim, but at least the messg is written to the same effect). .&lt;p&gt; But this is what we call attitudes or sensitivity or maturity or anythg of tht sort. These r not taught in schools, x in any syllabus but we gotta be more observant n be more sensitive to our surroundings...&lt;p&gt;Again...these r the values that separate the men from the boys...&lt;p&gt;So much for that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-9133362156642134930?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/9133362156642134930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=9133362156642134930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/9133362156642134930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/9133362156642134930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-march-22nd.html' title='Sunday- march 22nd'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-714194433048438381</id><published>2009-03-21T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:53:10.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>17/03/09-tuesday 6.00 pm&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m finally able to get myself out of the office.. (or so i thought...)  Away for 8 stressful days. My study leave has finally been approved by the management. &lt;p&gt;My MIA exam is on 25/3. This is my last paper. I hv unbelievably cleared the other 3 papers. Despite my hectic schedule especially with work n family. &lt;p&gt;18/3-wednesday&lt;p&gt;Was called back by farah, boss&amp;#39; PA- that a pre board meeting is to b scheduled at 2.30 pm. Well..what to say.. Since the study leaves are PAID leave, i feel obliged that i should come bck for the meetg. &lt;p&gt;ThnkGod the meetg only lasted for 2 hours. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Saturday- 21/3&lt;p&gt;Been studying..panicking..dozing off n eating a lot... Counting down the days. &lt;p&gt;This subject is the toughest of all. To attempt one question requires a solid one to one and half hours..which means no interruptions should b allowed. How can i get that kind of environment here? Not when all my kids are running around the house.. God.. This is damned tough but i hv to go thru this.&lt;p&gt;12-2.00pm&lt;p&gt;Lunch at Kenny Rogers- as suggested by hubby. At least ease off some tense. Had so much fun till we forgot that elissa actually missed her tuition class in the afternoon. Elissa being naughty.. Purposedly x remind us. Cant blame her. We hd not been doing this for quite some time. Sorry kids...i&amp;#39;ll make it up to u after my exam. In fact, i&amp;#39;ll make it up to u right now.. .. Tomoro we gonna hv b&amp;#39;fast at McD. Things that we used to do almost every other weekend. We  will do it again tmoro. Hell with the palestinian campaign, its not that i am against it but, we would not make them rich setakat buying bfast at McD. Imptant thing is..togetherness as a family. &lt;p&gt;8.00 pm&lt;p&gt;Back to studies. One good thing about this is that Hilda is also hving her term exam next week. So, both of us hv been occupying the library n get ourselves engrossed. Kind of fun..at least i can make it &amp;#39;mom n daughter&amp;#39; kinda activities. Hehe.. Be positiveee..,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent via iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-714194433048438381?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/714194433048438381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=714194433048438381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/714194433048438381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/714194433048438381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5010972515557335550</id><published>2009-03-13T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:14:14.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good friend of mine..</title><content type='html'>Some issues cropped up kat ofis early this week. Actually matters arising tu pun almost settled but dlm &amp;#39;keriuhan&amp;#39; itu rupa-rupanya ada insan yg ter&amp;#39;kecil&amp;#39; hati. Bukan nk citer pasal &amp;#39;kecik&amp;#39; hati tu tapi nk citer pasal org yg kecik hati tu.  Rupe- rupenya &amp;#39;over sensitif&amp;#39; gak kawan aku sorang ni. Tapi seingatku, dia ni insan yg &amp;#39;kuat dan kental gitu. Malah i admire her strength and her perseverance. In comparison to me, i am so fragile and sensitive ter&amp;#39;over&amp;#39;. &lt;p&gt;Rupa-rupanya kawan aku ni dah berjangkit penyakit aku lah...tu lah.. She has too much of me.. &lt;p&gt;On a serious note, I think we both understand each other very well. I actually learned a lot from her..(probably i never said it out to her all these while.) Learned how to survive emotionally thru thicks n thins...although difficult but i&amp;#39;m learning and trying. And i always had HER in mind whenever things didnt go my way.. How would she handle this if she was in my shoes..and of course she would b the first to listen to all my &amp;#39;grievances&amp;#39;. Sometimes to ease off sakit hati yg teramat, we start calling people names. Hah.. that&amp;#39; how BL got her name. But she went further and suggested that BS sounded better. Those were the times. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, as the saying goes:&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s the things in common that make  friendship enjoyable but its the little differences that make them intetesting. &lt;p&gt;P/s: sorry if u misunderstood my &amp;#39;worries&amp;#39;..u know lah it&amp;#39;s a JUNGLE out there in the office. Kena pasang perisai byk. Anyway...thanks for always there for me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5010972515557335550?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5010972515557335550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5010972515557335550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5010972515557335550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5010972515557335550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-friend-of-mine.html' title='A good friend of mine..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2529107909179567944</id><published>2009-03-12T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:07:23.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Road Twice Travelled...</title><content type='html'>A road twice travelled is never as long. ??? Huh... Is that true?... MIA QE friends!! Help me.... This is my third attempt for AFAR!!! My last i hope.  Anna where r u??? I&amp;#39;m panicking like hell. FRSes r so damned boring.. How do i cope with it? Can&amp;#39;t wait to get it over with,..,, my MIA QE Exam on 25/3/09. Hope i would get thru it... n it means the WORLD to me...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just to let loose a bit...that&amp;#39;s alllll....&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2529107909179567944?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2529107909179567944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2529107909179567944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2529107909179567944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2529107909179567944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-twice-travelled.html' title='A Road Twice Travelled...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5897288058072694636</id><published>2009-03-11T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:10:54.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taggggggeeedddd...from rina dan sedikit ubahsuai</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..I'M NOT GONNA FOLLOW THE RULES..I HAVE MY OWN GAME TO PLAY..HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deoderant&lt;/span&gt; : Rexona kot..lupa..soo routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toothpaste &lt;/span&gt;: Colgate adults or kekadang kids' toothpaste bila keabisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shampoo &lt;/span&gt;: head and shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Razor&lt;/span&gt; : luka nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Underwear&lt;/span&gt; : topless and bottomless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Make up&lt;/span&gt; : dont put on any make up..why making it up? just be myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perfume &lt;/span&gt;: hardly guna..susah nak solat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watch &lt;/span&gt;: dah bebulan tak pakai jam..takde bateri asyik lupa nak fix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Car&lt;/span&gt; : 6612 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Airline&lt;/span&gt; : IDRIS JALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Backpack/Purse/Wallet&lt;/span&gt; : BONIA handbag but my colleague just bought something very similar to mine..confirm i x nak pakai the same handbag lagi dah..buat ape lah beli benda yang serupa ngan aku..bengangg giler..BALLY purse.. bought by husband from UK 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shoes &lt;/span&gt;: mesti tutup depan..boss very particular..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sandals &lt;/span&gt;: phasing out..x wear to ofis when boss around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jeans &lt;/span&gt;: janji muat..bontotlah..lain no hal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Handbag &lt;/span&gt;: dah kabo atas tadi..tapi tu le..frust betul..bonia tu x wear to office anymore..my favourite lah pulak..kena tangkap handbag baru lah pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heels &lt;/span&gt;: bonia..berat..tak suka. anything that fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Computer &lt;/span&gt;: one desktop berebut ngan anak..satu laptop husband punya..satu lagi laptop tak berapa nak betul..kat ofis tokleh nak beria enjoy..so..padan gitu jelah aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search Engine : tak jumpa-jumpa..kah..kah..keep searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TV Channel&lt;/span&gt; : ada TV ke kat umah ni? astro was out for no reason..nak tengok spaQ pun rasa guilty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt; : Proudly announcing my Apple Iphone..first time bought my own handphone..using my hard earned money..selama ni being sponsored by my technical savvy hubby..But still..i wished it was Blackberry..dont know why..more practical i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beer&lt;/span&gt;: Root beer kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Soft Drink&lt;/span&gt; : nescafe always the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fast Food &lt;/span&gt;: untuk orang malas macam aku..neeyyhh..utk practical person like me..that's more like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pizza&lt;/span&gt; : with a lots and lots of cheeze on it..which i cant find here..by the time being served, cheeze dah beku..boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cereal&lt;/span&gt; : coco crunch..milo cereal..oats also belasah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt; : toblerone..satu2nya coklat yang aku teringin sangat nak rasa when i was small tapi tak mampu and tak sampai hati nk minta parents beli bcoz was too expensive then..nasib baik bila dah tua2 ni coklat tu still around..now my kids get to taste the same choc that i always longed for since i was at their age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream : anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI TAMBAH SENDIRI SEBAB SYOK PULAK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tudung&lt;/span&gt;: dont wear black coz dont suit me..ekin..?not everyone sesuai pakai ekin..me included..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;baju:&lt;/span&gt; dah banyak tak padan sebab dah put on weight kat satu tempat tu je lah..lain tempat still maintain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt; sedikit kecik ati dgn seseorang..yang diluar rumah aku lah..aku ingat nak bertanya kabar dan sedikit bersimpati tapi dapat jawapan begitu..yelah..faham..dia cuma nak bagi tau perkara sebenar, tapi..aku still rasa kecik ati..well..my close friends know me well..oversensitive and over observant..ni lah padahnya..friends..i'm not talking about u either..adalah..people that u don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; Was a purrfect day coz things went as planned despite air takde..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tomoro&lt;/span&gt;: nak settle sume benda sbb ingat nk take one more study leave that i missed last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: he is manageable but oversensitive too..very details..read things between the lines...learn a lot from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to tag..anybody who feels like being tagged, just help yourself.tq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5897288058072694636?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5897288058072694636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5897288058072694636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5897288058072694636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5897288058072694636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/taggggggeeeddddfrom-rina-dan-sedikit.html' title='taggggggeeedddd...from rina dan sedikit ubahsuai'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3917319158376401914</id><published>2009-03-01T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:43:21.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise..</title><content type='html'>&amp;#39;Blessing in disguise&amp;#39; is what people say as words of comfort. But... What i&amp;#39;m looking for is blessing that is not in disguise...(well..just some thoughts.).&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3917319158376401914?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3917319158376401914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3917319158376401914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3917319158376401914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3917319158376401914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5647477296390708386</id><published>2009-02-10T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:07:47.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A better Day</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since the last time I had the time n mood to update my blog. Had gone thru 3 stressful n emotionally unstable weeks. Wow.. Sounded &amp;#39;heavy&amp;#39; ..&lt;p&gt;My family n I hv been going up n down to KL to visit my elder sister who is suffering from heart problem whereby the valve needed replacement with artificial one. We were advised by the specialist that the operation was the best alternative we had as not going thru the operation was even more risky.&lt;p&gt;My sister had finally gone thru the operation which took 8 hours. It was a major operation n the docs did two treatments in one opern whereby the hole in the heart was found while replacement of the valve was carried out. Imagine the 8 hours of agony while waiting outside the opern theatre. &lt;p&gt;Finally, the opern was successful and she is progressing well although is still warded at CCU 3, second floor at Ampang Puteri specialist hospital.&lt;p&gt;Today, I&amp;#39;m back in the office with loads of work on my desks..that is not a problem. I feel so relief after knowing that my sister is progressing well n recovering.  &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5647477296390708386?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5647477296390708386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5647477296390708386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5647477296390708386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5647477296390708386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/02/better-day.html' title='A better Day'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7685279286185106129</id><published>2009-01-26T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:32:04.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>Tday..Monday..planned to do lots of stuff but, been very lazy.. Been lazying around till evening. Hope tmoro gonna b a better day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sent from iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-7685279286185106129?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/7685279286185106129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=7685279286185106129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7685279286185106129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7685279286185106129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-8484163862208661075</id><published>2009-01-17T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:04:22.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Hilda, turned 15th today..</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Sayang..how time flies..15 years ago, today was the most happiest day for my hubby and me bcoz we became Pa and Ma..Can still remember all those moments clearly..the process..although painful..were sweet moments especially when I had my husband and my mother next to me throughout the process..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can still remember Pa was so happy..busy snapping little Hilda's photos.Those days, mana ada digital camera, so Pa went to one hour processing centre to develop the films..couldn't wait to show off to his colleagues in the office..and he carried Hilda's photos in his diary (I found out later on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was our very first time as parents..a lot of new things that we had to get used to..for example, Pa kept mistakenly called himself 'pakteh' when he talked to you..haha..it took quite some time for him to adjust bcoz Pa got so much used to his nephews and nieces. I experienced the same thing as well..but it was manageable...i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how HILDA was named? Simple je..I told Pa from the beginning that finding names for our kids would be his 'tanggungjwb'..since i think he has better taste than me..Anyway..it can be any name as long as it is SHORT and SIMPLE..a few names were listed but, we both agreed that 'HILDA' was the best. As 'HILDA' may sound so western to some, we agreed that it should be 'malaysianized' a bit by adding 'NUR' infront of HILDA..that's how NUR HILDA got her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilda, Ma and Pa would like to wish u again..HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and may u have great future..its all in your hands..we can only guide you but it is you who are responsible in determining your direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY..and be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-8484163862208661075?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/8484163862208661075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=8484163862208661075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8484163862208661075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8484163862208661075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/hilda-turning-15th-today.html' title='Hilda, turned 15th today..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-1280500941845002359</id><published>2009-01-14T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:54:59.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter's Letter to Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Begin forwarded message:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;From:&lt;/b&gt; Elissa Mohd Azhari &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:elissa_skac@yahoo.com"&gt;elissa_skac@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date:&lt;/b&gt; January 14, 2009 11:18:34 PM SST&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;To:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:ypahang@yp.org.my"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ypahang@yp.org.my"&gt;ypahang@yp.org.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Children Of The World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; First of all I want to congratulate you for being the 45th president of The United State Of America. Everyday my friends at school and I can live in peaceful enviroment. It is beacause we all live in harmony and respect each other. As we laugh, play and chat at school, I suddenly remember the fate of the children in Gaza. They all live in suffering. Some of them also live without food,  home and also water. Everyday the number of orphans increase in Gaza. A lot of children in Gaza became victim of the war. I heard from my teachers the president of The United States Of America is the most powerful person in the world.I am begging you Mr. President please help end the war and bring back the peace for the children of Gaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                                                                Elissa Mohd Azhari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                                                                 Year 5 Creative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                                                                      SKAC  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-1280500941845002359?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/1280500941845002359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=1280500941845002359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1280500941845002359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1280500941845002359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/fwd-children-of-world.html' title='My Daughter&apos;s Letter to Obama'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-4761405777423517932</id><published>2009-01-07T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:20:33.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Belated Birthday Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SWR1s7VLjAI/AAAAAAAAACw/7Pt00WhfEgc/s1600-h/McD.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SWR1s7VLjAI/AAAAAAAAACw/7Pt00WhfEgc/s200/McD.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288481277141027842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff had a surprised birthday lunch for me. Today is the only day that all nine of them are around. Some of them were on leave early of the week. It was a great get-together..outside work and outside the office.. Thank you Girls for the lunch..and the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great team of staff who are very committed to work and have good attitude..I feel lucky to have them all in my team. I guess..we need to 'give and take' with pple at work..need to respect them regardless of their positions and age..then only we earn their respects..as simple as that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..anyway..to my team pple..keep up your good work..and thank you for all your effort all these years. I wont make things happen without your support and hardwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-4761405777423517932?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/4761405777423517932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=4761405777423517932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4761405777423517932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4761405777423517932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/belated-birthday-party.html' title='Belated Birthday Party..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SWR1s7VLjAI/AAAAAAAAACw/7Pt00WhfEgc/s72-c/McD.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3185415062299024533</id><published>2009-01-02T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:40:14.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIA'/><title type='text'>Caring is Sharing...the motto.</title><content type='html'>It's time to start cracking the books. My exam is on the 25th March 09..hopefully it will be my last exam trip for MIA. I hv made a booking at UiTM Hotel for one nite. Gonna book a flight ticket next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have barely 3 months to go..but, have only started my revision tday. Anna..(if u r reading this,) I will be disturbing u from now onwards..asking help from u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna has been very helpful to me and to other classmates who are sitting for MIA exam. She is one in a BILLION!! Seriously, not many pple have the kind of drive like she has..and i am lucky that she is my friend. Caring is sharing..that's her motto. Keep up the good work, Anna. I salute u for your effort and all your good deeds. Happy new year to u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3185415062299024533?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3185415062299024533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3185415062299024533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3185415062299024533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3185415062299024533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/caring-is-sharingthe-motto.html' title='Caring is Sharing...the motto.'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-1031852867044090751</id><published>2009-01-02T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:18:59.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my family'/><title type='text'>Day Two..2009</title><content type='html'>The DAY.. Thanks to those who still remembered my birthday..Surprisingly, some of the SMSes that i rec'd were from old friends or acquaintances whom i had not seen for quite some time. That made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..last nite..The whole family was still up till 12 am to wish me happy bday..I was seriously touched..really..not acting..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(despite the fact that i had found the cards the day earlier&lt;/span&gt;). It has been the family tradition to celebrate the family member's bday at the earliest possible time on the particular day. Well..thank you guys..what a wonderful family i have!! Reading the cards &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I didn't read the cards when i found them..tak baiklah kan)&lt;/span&gt; made me feel so great and proud of myself..Thank you God for answering all my prayers..for blessing me with a loving and caring husband and three wonderful kids..you are my WORLD..my everything..I wouldnt ask for more..Alhamdulillah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-1031852867044090751?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/1031852867044090751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=1031852867044090751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1031852867044090751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/1031852867044090751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two2009.html' title='Day Two..2009'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-64247326164149576</id><published>2009-01-01T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:44:19.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>First Day of 2009</title><content type='html'>It's been one quiet day for me. No texts rcvd frm any1. Peaceful day. Since it's a holiday, as usual, I will normally cook.  I normally make it a point that I cook over the weekends. Tday, I cooked nasi goreng for bfst n cooked a lot for  lunch so that it can be spared for dinner. So, folks, I DO COOK...ok. I bukan x pernah ' pegang pisau'..like how pple put it. ....Well..let me keep it to myself n only myself...ok so much for that.. Let's move on.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Been bz tidying up the library..and..guess what I found?  Two b'day cards in a shopping bag. Not yet written. Haha..anak2 ku memang x reti simpan rahsia. I'm sure Pa asked u to keep the cards away from me. Anyway, I pretended that I didn't see them. So, at 12am tonite I'm gonna act like ..Ooo I am so surprised..n touched.. Hehe. Kesian the girls. Now that explained why Pa had to go to Pantsi Selamat last nite. He wanted to get some breads 4 bfast tmoro. I said, what is the big fuss.. I can cook for bfast tmoro since it's my off day. But he insisted. No wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp... Tomoro I'll turn 43. I'm not an aged-shy person. Pple said I look older than my age. That's y I need to tell how old I really am. I x care with how I look. After all, beauty or ugliness is just a skin deep. So what If I look frail to u?  Some pple hv no manners at all simply bcos they r insensitive to others' feelings. We shouldn't pass that kind of remarks about how bad one looks everytime we bump into pple. Y don't we say ' u look great tday' despite how horrible the other person looks. That will definitely make  the other person's day.  That's y I think some pple never grow up. They just grow older but not wiser.  Well.. So much for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-64247326164149576?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/64247326164149576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=64247326164149576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/64247326164149576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/64247326164149576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-2009.html' title='First Day of 2009'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7238882394758948631</id><published>2008-12-31T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:46:00.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGING???</title><content type='html'>TAGGED BY HILDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules: I have to answer the following questions with one word only! Then I must pass it on to seven others.The questions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    KITCHEN &lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair color? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BLACK..&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;TALKATIVE&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;QUIET&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite thing? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I-PHONE&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NIGHTMARE&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream/goal? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RICH&lt;br /&gt;8. The room you're in? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HOME LIBRARY&lt;br /&gt;9. Your hobby?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BROWSING&lt;br /&gt;10. Your fear? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOSING&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; RETIREMENT&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you last night? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HOME&lt;br /&gt;13. What you're not? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HIPOKRIT&lt;br /&gt;14. One of your wish-list items? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sorry cannot answer in one word already le..BLACKBERRY EVEN THOUGH I ALREADY OWN AN I-PHONE. BLACKBERRY SOUNDS SAVVY TO ME..IN WHAT WAY? DIFFICULT TO EXPLAIN.&lt;br /&gt;15. Where you grew up? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KUANTAN&lt;br /&gt;16. The last thing you did? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ISYA' PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;17. What are you wearing? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PYJAMA&lt;br /&gt;18. Your TV? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ASTROCERIA&lt;br /&gt;19. Your pet?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT PET? NEVER LIKED ANY&lt;br /&gt;20. Your computer? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ALWAYS ON&lt;br /&gt;21. Your mood? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SWING WITH THE MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;22. Missing someone?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NEYY&lt;br /&gt;23. Your car? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SILVER&lt;br /&gt;24. Something you're not wearing?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SHOULD I TELL?&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite store? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE STORE..&lt;br /&gt;26. Your summer? HOT!!! BRING BACK OLD MEMORIES 20 YRS AGO&lt;br /&gt;27. Love someone?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MY CHILDREN'S PAPA&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite color? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BROWN&lt;br /&gt;29. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LUNCH TIME..WITH SALINA, EX-COLLEAGUE FROM UNITEN..LAUGHED MY HEART OUT WHEN SHE SUGGESTED SOME IDEAS AS TO HOW TO 'COLD STORAGE' THE 'PERSON'..&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you cried?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BEFORE I LEFT OFFICE TODAY WHILE READING ALANG'S BLOG..DIDN'T REALIZE SHE IS QUITE ATTACHED TO MY KIDS..WHEREAS I SOMETIMES TAKE MY KIDS FOR GRANTED..&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you text?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A C0LLEAGUE &lt;br /&gt;32. Persons to tag? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANYONE LAH..BEST JUGAK YE..TAG TAG GINI..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-7238882394758948631?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/7238882394758948631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=7238882394758948631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7238882394758948631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7238882394758948631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagging.html' title='TAGGING???'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-7952013801584572875</id><published>2008-12-30T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:41:10.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>What's next?</title><content type='html'>Been really tensed n exhausted with what happened tday. I am not the kinda person who takes things lightly. And that is the problem with me. I 'own' the problem when others just see them as nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-7952013801584572875?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/7952013801584572875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=7952013801584572875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7952013801584572875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/7952013801584572875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-next.html' title='What&apos;s next?'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6484570478182614842</id><published>2008-12-21T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T04:03:05.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that..</title><content type='html'>Life is like that. A few occassions happened..and I realized that 'manusia mudah lupa'..terlalu mudah lupa dgn nikmat yg dilalui, bantuan yg diterima dan kesusahan yg dirasa apabila diri telah berada di atas. Well...u sow what u reap?..I x know whether that applies to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-6484570478182614842?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6484570478182614842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6484570478182614842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6484570478182614842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6484570478182614842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-298253167422393569</id><published>2008-12-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:54:23.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Road Ahead..</title><content type='html'>what is in store for me in 2009? very hard to tell..one thing for sure is I have to sit for my MIA QE exam in march 09'. The good news is ..it is the only subject left for me. But the bad news is I haven't started my revision yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is a not-so-easy year for us. I hv to make a lot of adjustments in terms of our daily family routine. Even now the kids are quite well&lt;br /&gt;informed of the adjustments n are very much prepared for the unexpected. InsyaAllah..everything is under good control n well taken care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-298253167422393569?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/298253167422393569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=298253167422393569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/298253167422393569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/298253167422393569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/rough-road-ahead.html' title='Rough Road Ahead..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6604177428497805534</id><published>2008-12-20T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:02:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past One Week....</title><content type='html'>18th Dec 08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a BOD meeting. Phew..meeting lasted for 3 hours. I was tensed..as usual. Really..i hate the feeling..it's like going through a tough exam in a big hall..so tensed..but THANKGOD.. nothing much was queried on my parts. Actually the main agenda for the BOD meeting this time was to approve the BUDGET 09..and the budget09 was approved without any objections or ammendments. That was a BIG relief to me..and the team as well. It was a team effort..definitely not me alone..never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Nite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past one week, tonite was the first nite that i could sleep well..that's how stressful i was...well..that's the responsibilities that i hv to shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th December 08 (Friday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!!!!!(THANK GOD ITS FRIDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW..it's friday nite and it's a FAMILY NITE OUT..This has been the routine for me and my hubby to take our kids out on friday nites..Well..my kids normally look forward to fridays. I thought of taking Kak Lang along, but didnt know that Alang was already on the bus to KL. Alang, Pakteh did not inform me that Alang planned to go to KL. Anyway, probably next time lah ye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th December 08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaner came as early as 8.00 am. Looks like I have to engage Lim for my permanent cleaner since we have decided to discontinue my indon maid who had gone back for almost 2 months..she was sick and has not fully recovered..and we do not want to take any more uncalculated risks..enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cleaner Lim has been serving me for almost 9 years already and i had to discontinue her service 4 months ago because we wanted to hire the indon maid. Now that it didnt work with the indon maid, I had to beg Lim to come back and luckily she agreed. Lim can be trusted and i normally leave the house while she and her kids are doing their chores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't handle the whole house myself..even Lim does it with two of her teenage kids..too much to do..5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms..not to mention other things..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-6604177428497805534?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6604177428497805534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6604177428497805534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6604177428497805534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6604177428497805534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-one-week.html' title='The Past One Week....'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-452168901621312066</id><published>2008-12-15T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:04:42.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces of my heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUaAAPKBFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/9YuTU7S6Gf0/s1600-h/DSC_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUaAAPKBFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/9YuTU7S6Gf0/s320/DSC_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280048354695386818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZ_GBIC-fI/AAAAAAAAACA/auOENy_Ut9o/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZ_GBIC-fI/AAAAAAAAACA/auOENy_Ut9o/s320/DSC_0497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280047354496612850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZ5wl6sX1I/AAAAAAAAABo/uHrNYJaCQew/s1600-h/DSC_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZ5wl6sX1I/AAAAAAAAABo/uHrNYJaCQew/s320/DSC_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280041488857456466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the faces of my heart..and soul..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-452168901621312066?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/452168901621312066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=452168901621312066' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/452168901621312066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/452168901621312066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/faces-of-my-heart.html' title='Faces of my heart..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUaAAPKBFsI/AAAAAAAAACI/9YuTU7S6Gf0/s72-c/DSC_0498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5772306826526017866</id><published>2008-12-14T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:14:10.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagg'/><title type='text'>Tagg???? Layan je lah..</title><content type='html'>FOUR THINGS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things about me that you may or may not know…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life&lt;br /&gt;1. External Auditor&lt;br /&gt;2. Head, Accounts Department&lt;br /&gt;3. Lecturer&lt;br /&gt;4. Finance Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies/ TV series I would watch over and over&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything on HBO&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr Bean series..&lt;br /&gt;3. Kampong Boy&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything on Astro Ceria ..sbb kena paksa tengok oleh Farish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've lived&lt;br /&gt;1. Kuantan, Pahang&lt;br /&gt;2. Boston, Massachusetts , USA&lt;br /&gt;3. Paya Bungor, Kuantan&lt;br /&gt;4. Uitm Shah Alam- for 6 month preparation g overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I have been:&lt;br /&gt;1. Boston, MA, USA - been here for 4 yrs - i had 'my life' here..&lt;br /&gt;2. New York- gi traveling during summer holidays- 1987&lt;br /&gt;3. Perth Australia- family holiday -2001.&lt;br /&gt;4. P.Langkawi - honeymoon..and ..second visit -family holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who e-mail me (regularly)&lt;br /&gt;1. My staff - minta cuti&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuatagh Group&lt;br /&gt;3.Farah - PA Boss&lt;br /&gt;4. Org yg tagg ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;2. ns goreng ikan masin&lt;br /&gt;3. Mi basah&lt;br /&gt;4. Mc Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. in bed..while watching tv till fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;2.holiday..anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;3.on the beach..anywhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;4.in bed..feeling really sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gir&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: betul ke gini kena tagg?..nasib baik elissa ajarkan..anak2ku technical savvy belaka..great girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5772306826526017866?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5772306826526017866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5772306826526017866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5772306826526017866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5772306826526017866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagg-layan-je-lah.html' title='Tagg???? Layan je lah..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6503048361715221414</id><published>2008-12-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:01:14.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><title type='text'>Phlegmatic Melancholy....That's what I am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZw1iIRaFI/AAAAAAAAABI/s-6Y_PpDuBY/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZw1iIRaFI/AAAAAAAAABI/s-6Y_PpDuBY/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031678135363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Strengths of a Phlegmatic&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;small&gt;The Introvert | The Watcher | The Pessimist&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="block"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Phlegmatic's Emotions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low-key personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easygoing and relaxed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calm, cool and collected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patient well balanced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consistent life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet but witty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sympathetic and kind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeps emotions hidden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happily reconciled to life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All-purpose person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Phlegmatic As A Parent&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes a good parent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takes time for the children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is not in a hurry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can take the good with the bad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't get upset easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block clearl"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Phlegmatic At Work&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Competent and steady&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peaceful and agreeable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has administrative ability&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mediates problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoids conflicts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good under pressure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds the easy way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Phlegmatic As a Friend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy to get along with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pleasant and enjoyable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inoffensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good listener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry sense of humor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoys watching people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has many friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has compassion and concern&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- &lt;h2&gt;Description of Personality/Temperament Traits&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="sanguine_strengths.php"&gt;Strengths of a Sanguine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="sanguine_weaknesses.php"&gt;Weakness of a Sanguine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="melancholy_strengths.php"&gt;Strengths of a Melancholy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="melancholy_weaknesses.php"&gt;Weakness of a Melancholy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="choleric_strengths.php"&gt;Strengths of a Choleric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="choleric_weaknesses.php"&gt;Weakness of a Choleric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="phlegmatic_strengths.php"&gt;Strengths of a Phlegmatic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="phlegmatic_weaknesses.php"&gt;Weakness of a Phlegmatic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; --&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Strengths of a Melancholy&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;small&gt;The Introvert | The Thinker | The Pessimist&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="block"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Melancholy's Emotions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep and thoughtfully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Analytical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serious and purposeful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genius prone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talented and creative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artistic or musical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Philosophical and poetic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciative of beauty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sensitive to others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self-sacrificing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conscientious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Melancholy As A Parent&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sets high standards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants everything done right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeps home in good order&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picks up after children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sacrifices own will for others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encourages scholarship and talent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block clearl"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Melancholy At Work&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schedule oriented&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionist, high standards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Detail conscious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Persistent and thorough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orderly and organized&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neat and tidy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sees the problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds creative solutions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Needs to finish what he starts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes charts, graphs, figures, lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="block"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;The Melancholy As a Friend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes friends cautiously&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Content to stay in background&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoids causing attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faithful and devoted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will listen to complaints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can solve other's problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep concern for other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved to tears with compassion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeks ideal mate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4516752268464274954-6503048361715221414?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6503048361715221414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6503048361715221414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6503048361715221414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6503048361715221414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/phlegmatic-melancholythats-what-i-am.html' title='Phlegmatic Melancholy....That&apos;s what I am..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xatbzb5HE78/SUZw1iIRaFI/AAAAAAAAABI/s-6Y_PpDuBY/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3771917876777141258</id><published>2008-12-09T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:07:09.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><title type='text'>Great management is about character..not technique..</title><content type='html'>..quoted from Thomas Teal.. Harvard Business REview..&lt;br /&gt;Well..character is what u really are..thus..need to be built up..established..and properly handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER..everybody has one. Be it good or bad..all depends on how one was brought up..Of course we tend to inherit some of our parents' characters or personalities, but i still believe that characters and personalities can be re-shaped as we get older or matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some never bother to 're-visit' or 'review' their own characters - they  resist to change.  As a result, we would bump into people who are selfish..self centered..and inconsiderate..These pple never take stock of what is happening around them..very insensitive to others..Yes...there are many of these pple around..yet ...they survive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3771917876777141258?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3771917876777141258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3771917876777141258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3771917876777141258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3771917876777141258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-management-is-about-characternot.html' title='Great management is about character..not technique..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-3952322372486010721</id><published>2008-12-01T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:04:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'wild thoughts....huh?</title><content type='html'>It's been quite awhile since the last time i entered a posting to my blog..the thought that more of  my close friends have access to my blog 'excite' me a bit..at least i get to share some of my 'thoughts'' that i missed to let out over our cup of tea..Ha..ha.. sometimes it was due to time constraint but most of the time it was because somebody just pulled a chair and joined us..so, some 'thoughts' or 'wild thoughts' just ended there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-3952322372486010721?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/3952322372486010721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=3952322372486010721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3952322372486010721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/3952322372486010721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/12/oldaging-stumbling-block.html' title='&apos;wild thoughts....huh?'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-2268048771100723366</id><published>2008-11-13T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:08:48.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations..</title><content type='html'>Today, the UPSR results are out. Although none of my nieces or nephews took the exam this year, I was still looking forward to this day as one of my friend's eldest daughter sat for the exam.  I know the feelings..and I always knew Along could make it..Congratulations Along for getting 5As in your UPSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, u must be the most happiest person in the world today..all your hard work pays..as a full time working mum, part time student and God knows what else..u should be proud of Along and of course to a great extent, yourself..I know how much efforts u put in..the hardships u gone thru..the tears u shed and the pain u suffered in making sure your daughters get the best in lives..All pays off today. I know how it feels as that was how i felt 2 years ago when Hilda got 5As in her UPSR. I guess we got excited as this is our first time going thru all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down..I envy you in so many ways..u survived despite many obstacles in life..unlike me..so pampered, protected and fragile.. they are always there for me..be it good times or bad..yet I complained..I'm being ungrateful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mas, i want u to know that Ive been dying to write one good entry for u in my blog..but never had a chance to do it..u know how 'miserable' my life has been the past few weeks..but today i make it a point to write something about u..esp when today is a special day for Along and u and the rest of ur family..CONGRATULATIONS ALONG..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-2268048771100723366?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/2268048771100723366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=2268048771100723366' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2268048771100723366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/2268048771100723366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations.html' title='congratulations..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5698257720086571594</id><published>2008-11-02T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:11:55.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People's Perception..just let it be..</title><content type='html'>'Syurga dunia' lasted for barely one month..that's why it's termed as 'syurga dunia'. Things are now back to how it was one month before..could see Pa struggling with the laundry baskets this morning..I woke up early to prepare for lunch..cleaned up the stoves, the floors and anything that my hands could reach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast with Mas and Aishah this morning, I learned that they are also doing the same thing all the while..cook for b/fast, lunch, do ironing and God knows what..Guess..I'm not alone..HaHa..But..one thing that they may not have in common with me is that I have to bring my work back..that is the VERY thing that pple 'around me' dont get it and would never get it!!! That's why 'they' see this as a simple problem..that it is normal chores for 'housewife' (cum working mum) to settle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work full of datelines..financial matters without datelines are meaningless!!!..that is another aspect that pple 'around me' are not able to digest completely..They may think i'm avoiding my responsibilities as a wife..but the truth is difficult to explain..and even if it is well explained..it is difficult to change pple's perception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5698257720086571594?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5698257720086571594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5698257720086571594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5698257720086571594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5698257720086571594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/11/peoples-perceptionjust-let-it-be.html' title='People&apos;s Perception..just let it be..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6639487034680658163</id><published>2008-10-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:41:09.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budget 09'/><title type='text'>Hectic Days Ahead...</title><content type='html'>Been quite busy with work..life outside work has been pretty alright..with the presence of my newly hired maid from indon gitu..certain things..petty-petty ones are taken care off. At least now, i  dont feel guilty anymore for throwing my dirty clothes into the laundry basket like before. Last time house chores were shared among the 5 of us..me, pa, the girls and to a certain extent my "kampong Boy'. Pa took care of the laundry. That's why i felt guilty whenever i throw the dirty clothes into the basket..but now..no more guilt feelings..Pagi campak, petang dah berlipat..syurga dunia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, baru rasa ada quality life..have more time to myself..the kids and family..and work. I do bring work back. Prob i'm the workaholic type.No?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just chaired a 3 day seminar for 2009 Budget Presentation for the company where all HODs had to present their proposed budget to the mgt team.  My pple and I organised and coordinated the seminar.  My boss wanted it proper, professional and presentable as all HODs and the top team would be in the seminar. It sounds 'takde apa sangat' but I had to make sure everything went well. Prepared speech for myself to welcome the participants, speech for my boss as kata-kata aluan and perasmian seminar. Briefed him on a timely basis regarding the preparation. Nothing was left unnoticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThankGod things went well..Comments from my boss in his opening speech was that..my preparation was detail and thorough and he acknowledged the effort!!!!..That's all i wanna hear..at least those sleepless nites..burning my midnite oil..balancing the figures, analysing the financial implications in the light of the current turmoils..all paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 day seminar ended today...The wrapping up session was successfully handled and moderated..Last but not least..thanks to my dearest hubby for 'showing me the way'..U always know the best..What more could i ask for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is self satisfaction..it makes me feel good ..at least it brings 'zessstttt' into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-6639487034680658163?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6639487034680658163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6639487034680658163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6639487034680658163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6639487034680658163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/10/hectic-days-ahead.html' title='Hectic Days Ahead...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-858593604630107654</id><published>2008-10-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:02:59.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House..open office..Raya gathering..</title><content type='html'>It's good to get together and have fun once in awhile..but, too much of it is also damaging..&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine ..one dept in the office holds its 'makan-makan raya' and invites staff from other depts..next day, another dept opens its office, hosts and invites other staff as well..next day..another dept follows suit..by end of the month of Syawal, practically the staff have been getting together with the same group for at least 12 times in three weeks (2nd week of Oct until 4th week of Oct)...which means they are meeting and eating and chatting with the same group of pple 4 times a week. Now..let's calculate..each makan-makan may take at least one hour..some take 2 hours..some more ..some terus hilang..If there are 4 times makan-makan in a week..it will come up to on average of 12 hours a week (4 times an average of 3 hours of makan per open dept)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 12 hours is equivalent to one and a half day of working days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...that explains why some HODs are still sitting on my departmental budgets....and even those submitted..they are not up to 'par'...sad to say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-858593604630107654?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/858593604630107654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=858593604630107654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/858593604630107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/858593604630107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-houseopen-officeraya-gathering.html' title='Open House..open office..Raya gathering..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-228646241462540369</id><published>2008-10-13T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:48:26.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budget submission..due date is today..</title><content type='html'>Budget submission is due today, but some departments are still struggling with their departmental budget..what is taking them so long?..what is so difficult ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem here is..some of them can't even plan for at least one year ahead..good managers should be able to anticipate any shortcomings in the next 12 months or even 5-10 years ahead..and the corresponding financial implications attached to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was dealing with professionals, some are PHD candidates..master holders and at least degree holders with not less than 5 years experience...sigh..sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-228646241462540369?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/228646241462540369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=228646241462540369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/228646241462540369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/228646241462540369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/10/budget-submissiondue-date-is-today.html' title='Budget submission..due date is today..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-4042198050630160486</id><published>2008-10-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:53:17.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work..</title><content type='html'>Back to work...it has been one good week of cuti raya. It's good to have a long break from work coz it helps revive things up. I'm back with full of enthusiasm, energy, motivation and u name what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from CEO's P.A. yesterday that it'll be a brief management meeting early in the morning..Hope it will not spoil my enthusiastic, energetic and motivated mood for the day. I hope my boss is also in the same mood..hopefully..BTW, he is one unpredictable guy. It's like what Tom Hank said in 'Forest Gump' movie.."life is like a box of chocolates..u never know what u gonna get"...that's it.."U never know what u gonna get" from him..Well..normally my boss is reasonable and rational..hope that remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get my fingers crossed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-4042198050630160486?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/4042198050630160486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=4042198050630160486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4042198050630160486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/4042198050630160486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-8412813530800959354</id><published>2008-09-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:23:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work..My Life..</title><content type='html'>Budget 2009 preparation...Just chaired the meeting on budget preparation today..At least the HODs know their areas of responsibilities..hence creating the sense of ownership to the company..This is my 3rd year compiling the company's budget. Next, board of directors' meeting in December..next..year end closing..next..final bonus declaration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complain. Really. We need to enjoy what we're doing..or else..life is really dull at work. Thanks to the whole team in Finance Department..I wouldn't have come this far without their sincere support. Strange thing about the dept is that all of us are females..there are nine of us in the dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team members, (if you are reading this), please keep up your good work and committment. Our dept is the living indicators to the organisation..please take pride in what you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we should take CEO's positive remarks during his briefing today as a compliment to our good job for the past one year..at least he noticed the good job and efforts u guys had delivered. Congratulation girls..Selamat Hari Raya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-8412813530800959354?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/8412813530800959354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=8412813530800959354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8412813530800959354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/8412813530800959354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-workmy-life.html' title='My Work..My Life..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-6150225604274509826</id><published>2008-09-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:12:14.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend in needs, is a friend indeed..</title><content type='html'>Just to express my deepest gratitude / appreciation to Ijah for spending time with me during my stay in Shah Alam. Apart from doing my revision, I only had a tv set which was only tuned to HBO channel..nobody to talk to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 2 days I was there, I got bored to death..buffet ramadan at the hotel was closed as they were having functions for the Agung..God..no place to break my fast..ThankGod Ijah was around and willing to fetch me for break fast elsewhere..For 2 days, I had not been talking to any soul for more than 3 minutes..even when I was on the phone, it only took me less than 3 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had good talking time..as usual, she always had issues to bring up..before sending me back, we dropped by at 7 elevens for tit bits..to keep me awake for the next 6 hours for study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ijah offered her hospitality again, but I couldn't make it as my time was very limited. Anyway, thank you for being there for me..especially when I was in KL..you are always there for me..Still remember my last visit to KL a month ago, she drove all the way from Malacca after her long day at seminar, just to have dinner with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I didn't have anyone in KL..a whole bunch of them..but I just don't want to put pple in trouble for me..most of the time, none of them knew that I was around in KL..so I can't blame my sister, sisters-in law, nephews or nieces for not offering their hospitality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..a friend in needs, is a friend indeed..probably that's what she is..I think it's what u put into a friendsip bcoz I always believe that u will get back what u put in. No doubt that we used to have differences especially when she was here, but hey..that made me understand her more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway Ijah..if u are reading this..I think you are on the right track in terms of career and life outside career. Don't look back because you will not move forward if u keep clinging on to what had happened in the past. And I think u are also 'taking the road less travelled' too..being among  the few females in the organisation is a great challenge especially when u are still 'trang tang tang'...he..he..Unfortunately Ijah..the good men had already been taken..u are probably left with the 'goodest' ones..so good luck and till we meet again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-6150225604274509826?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/6150225604274509826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=6150225604274509826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6150225604274509826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/6150225604274509826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/09/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title='A friend in needs, is a friend indeed..'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-5684065488149155382</id><published>2008-09-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:30:41.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Road Less Travelled...</title><content type='html'>I was away for 4 days for my MIA QE exam in shah alam. Phew..the exam was damned tough..I sometimes wondered what the hell I was getting myself into..why was I doing this..why did I have to go thru all these sufferings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the road less travelled?..probably that's what it is..thanks to the support that I got from people dearest to me..especially my dearest hubby, the girls and my 'Ultraman Tiga'. My family knows how much sacrifices I made and perseverance that I went through before the exam..my hubby had to put up with a lot of nonsense from me..looked after the house and the kids..did house chores..the girls as well..they had to settle for quick and simple meals for break fast and 'sahur'..but they never complained..what more could i ask for..such a great family i have..All these are probably the driving factors for me to go on with my studies..although..I was once..at the spur of the moment..thinking of quitting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to come back for the next sitting, which I hope I would not, I would do it differently..apply different approach to my studies..be more thorough in comprehensing the materials..that does IT!!!..YUPPP...Let's do it better and smarter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the Road Less Travelled ??? Less travelled by pple like me..only 2% are outside Klang Valley..and I am in that selected few..lucky or unlucky, whichever the case may be, I would take this as a challenge to complete my last 2 papers..come what may..I will go through it..that's the promise I make today to myself and to those dearest to me..I will not lose sight..will make sure it worth everybody's while..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not many are familiar with MIA QE exam that I'm going for..let it be unfamiliar to some..but it is important to me and my career here..especially when Kolej Antarabangsa IKIP is developing and growing and expanding..with Kolej Universiti in the making, that scroll of papers would put me on a different playing level..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes..it is the path less travelled because not many would go through what I am going through especially when smart local graduates are able to obtain such qualification merely through automatic conversion via degree in accounting in any of local universities..of course with 3 years of experience in accounting or finance environment..that's the different between the 'automatic conversion' and the 'accountant in the making'..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had I been given a choice of doing things differently, I would definitely not giving up the opportunities of studying overseas..even though I have to take another 4 papers of MIA..surely being overseas graduates gave me the experience that I might not get them here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...it's nice to be able to express how I feel in this blog..not bad huh...I can actually write..no wonder there are many 'new bloggers on the block'..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well..I will continue writing..and writing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Readers,if any at all, would be reading a lot of 'me'..soon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-5684065488149155382?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/5684065488149155382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=5684065488149155382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5684065488149155382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/5684065488149155382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-road-less-travelled.html' title='Taking the Road Less Travelled...'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4516752268464274954.post-170337628078628891</id><published>2008-02-20T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T05:09:54.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog just created</title><content type='html'>just created my own blog..with the help from my daughter hilda...tq sayang...of course, elissa is looking on while i'm writing this...its shower time girls.......go upstairs and take ur shower before doing your h/work....Pa is still at work...Farish is not home yet...till then...bye2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4516752268464274954-170337628078628891?l=lizahari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/feeds/170337628078628891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4516752268464274954&amp;postID=170337628078628891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/170337628078628891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4516752268464274954/posts/default/170337628078628891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizahari.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-blog-created.html' title='my blog just created'/><author><name>lizahari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10288711471461397468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
