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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 18:06:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>all in a day life</category><category>motherhood</category><category>delisya</category><category>business</category><category>home-sweet-home</category><category>milestone</category><category>birthday</category><category>little me</category><category>wedding story</category><category>laugh</category><category>ramblings</category><category>danish</category><category>blog</category><category>insporation</category><category>swarovski crystal</category><category>travel</category><category>present</category><category>tagging game</category><category>html</category><category>family</category><category>momsavenue</category><category>weekenders</category><category>health</category><category>work</category><category>pregnancy</category><title>: : Daintily Spoken : :</title><description /><link>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DaintilySpoken" /><feedburner:info uri="daintilyspoken" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>DaintilySpoken</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-8043561183725138893</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T17:38:04.324+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">insporation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all in a day life</category><title>EVERY HUSBAND SHOULD READ THIS</title><description>♥ Love her.. when she sips on your coffee or tea. She only wants to make sure it tastes just right for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she "pushes" you to pray. She wants to be with you in Jannah (Paradise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she asks you to play with the kids. She did not "make" them on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she is jealous. Out of all the men she can have, she choose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she has annoying little habits that drives you nuts. You have them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when her cooking is bad. She tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she looks dishevelled in the morning. She always grooms herself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she asks to help with the kids homework. She only wants you to be part of the home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she asks if she looks fat. Your opinion counts, so tell her she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her…when she looks beautiful. She's yours so appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her...when she spends hours to get ready. She only wants to look her best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she buys you gifts you don't like. Smile and tell her it's what you've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she has developed a bad habit. You have many more and with wisdom and politeness you have all the time to help her change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she cries for absolutely nothing. Don't ask, tell her its going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when whatever you do is not pleasing. It happens and will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she stains your clothes. You needed a new thobe (kurta) anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she tells you how to drive. She only wants you to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. when she argues. She only wants to make things right for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Love her.. she is yours. You don't need any other special reason !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this forms part of a Woman's Character. Women are part of your life and should be treated as the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat the women well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faizahj.blogspot.com/"&gt;(Source)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-8043561183725138893?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/RJdNSe0wUF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/RJdNSe0wUF8/every-husband-should-read-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-husband-should-read-this.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-4448519012130354443</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 08:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T16:59:51.754+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Notes to Danish~~</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mAAyiQ8jlk/TyetMnCpqtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Rql-DcoMUew/s1600/IMG01085-20120129-1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703717885238160082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mAAyiQ8jlk/TyetMnCpqtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Rql-DcoMUew/s320/IMG01085-20120129-1519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He’s the big brother now. Because of that, I always assume that Danish will be the one yang akan jaga adik dia. I always get him involved when it comes to taking care of his baby sister, I asked for his help a lot – getting clean diapers, wet tissue, throw dirty diapers in the dustbin, put dirty clothes in the laundry basket etc. More than often, he’ll lend his hand, walaupun kengkadang tu, it’ll take like 5 minutes and 2-3 items before I received new clean diapers. OR maybe…. I’ll get it fast, but instead of 1 piece, I get a whole bag of diapers. Sudahnya, jadi kerja pula untuk mama mengemas. But just so you know, I did appreciate every little things that you do for your baby sister, although in between, I become the angry bird momma!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, when I was still sleeping, I overheard Danish playing with his baby sister. Worried that Danish-si-muka-legend-hati-kiut would go beyond excitement and hurt her, I take a glance towards them. I saw Danish touched his sister forehead affectionately and called her ‘dedek’ – a name given by him himself, &lt;em&gt;it was supposed to be ‘adik’ by the way&lt;/em&gt;. He even gave her his car toy and &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; asked her to play with it. I was so touched with what I saw. I know that he loves his sister dearly. He’s gentle, attentive and loving toward her. And furthermore, what touches me, he is willing to share his toys with her. Previously when I was still pregnant, I was worried that Danish will be jealous over his baby sister. I was once told that bigger sibling will usually hit their baby sibling out of jealousy. But it’s not the case with Danish. He only seems ‘jealous’ when he ask me for something, or need my attention when I was feeding her. Yet, it was only for a moment, after his needs is attended, he’ll no longer bother if I were to continue hold/feed his baby sister. Sometimes, I just pick him up and sit him together with his baby sister while I feed her. And he did not bother at all to ‘share’ me with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently I felt guilt towards him. Since I was busy taking care his baby sister, Danish was always left alone. I expect him to be independent as I presume and somehow I set my mind to believe that he is able to take care of himself and no longer needs much of our attention. Sometimes, he’ll be sitting at the floor watching television by himself, while some other times he’ll be playing with his car also by himself, usually he’ll felt asleep afterwards. When come to think of it, it touched my heart, I failed to remember that he’s just two years old. He just a little kids who still need his parents, who need to be console when the astro went interrupted during bad weather, &lt;em&gt;he actually afraid of this&lt;/em&gt;, who would wail when he could not pull his pants down, who would ask for ‘momom’ when he gets hungry, who would laugh and straight away run to the bed to lie down when he saw his ‘cucu’ (susu), who would get angry if his crane toy could not lift his toy car - which is bigger than the crane, etc. Anyhow, all in all, HE. STILL. NEED. US-his parents., to help him to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Danish;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama wanted you to know that every little thing that I do, is based on my love towards you. I’m trying hard, very-very-very hard, to be a good mother to you and your little sister though I know at times I feel like I failed doing it. I’m only human which is still learning, and I’m slowly picking up. Motherhood isn’t always easy, especially to a career woman like me. If, and only if, I get mad over things, I wanted you to know that it wasn’t that I don’t love you, but……. it was indeed because I love you. Hmm, maybe someday, some other days, when you’re parents yourself, you’ll eventually understand. And I really hope that you’ll understand that……. I love you with all my hearts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-4448519012130354443?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/2osWH_w1TPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/2osWH_w1TPo/notes-to-danish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0mAAyiQ8jlk/TyetMnCpqtI/AAAAAAAAACM/Rql-DcoMUew/s72-c/IMG01085-20120129-1519.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/notes-to-danish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-6603416859696132962</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T15:59:19.912+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delisya</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>I love my sista!!</title><description>And it shows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i wanted to take picture of Delisya, Danish will usually jadi mat interframe. And he will usually gave his saya-sayang-adik pose. Memang undeniably sayang punya la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45wWbgkwfyY/TyeeJigukII/AAAAAAAAABc/eEpUWOo4Fkg/s1600/IMG00960-20120112-0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703701339808108674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45wWbgkwfyY/TyeeJigukII/AAAAAAAAABc/eEpUWOo4Fkg/s320/IMG00960-20120112-0854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dari siang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74n85UyNOGM/TyeeK4B_BuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ixul__1Nqm4/s1600/IMG01014-20120118-1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703701362764613346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74n85UyNOGM/TyeeK4B_BuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ixul__1Nqm4/s320/IMG01014-20120118-1839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..sampai ke malam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydgA-G9JLdE/TyeeJzR0NcI/AAAAAAAAABo/W1b1LCmYyfA/s1600/IMG01001-20120118-0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703701344308966850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ydgA-G9JLdE/TyeeJzR0NcI/AAAAAAAAABo/W1b1LCmYyfA/s320/IMG01001-20120118-0846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..walau menangis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abang tetap sayang adik..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-6603416859696132962?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/quKohKKHWlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/quKohKKHWlk/i-love-my-sista.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45wWbgkwfyY/TyeeJigukII/AAAAAAAAABc/eEpUWOo4Fkg/s72-c/IMG00960-20120112-0854.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-my-sista.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-6885873501704398540</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T16:30:52.770+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><title>Blog Revamp!!</title><description>Finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my layout after contemplating to change for one months. Rasa sejuk mata memandang layout baru ni. Though, i'm not a pinkish fan actually. Tapi better la kalau nak compare dengan previous layout which i personally think more like gangster punya website with its black colour, small font, serabut with so many widgets, so similar to typical gangster car - black colour, dark tinted, loud exhaust noise, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i say goodbye to gangster lookalike layout, no heart feeling, yeah?! You've done a good job there for the whole 2 years with &lt;a href="http://thedainty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daintily Spoken&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you for serving me all these years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7z8sEwZmE/TycSuIfBENI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mCxAZrfvBdU/s1600/Dainty%2BBlack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703548036848881874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7z8sEwZmE/TycSuIfBENI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mCxAZrfvBdU/s320/Dainty%2BBlack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: Okay, now i have duplicate blog post and i do not know how to remove it!! *sigh. And i know that my blog just look like rumah-baru-pindah-belum-sempat-kemas, everywhere got pile of boxes. But just bear with me, okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-6885873501704398540?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/2SfVkF3eIYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/2SfVkF3eIYg/blog-revamp.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wc7z8sEwZmE/TycSuIfBENI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mCxAZrfvBdU/s72-c/Dainty%2BBlack.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-revamp.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-5517874927358807568</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-11T03:21:02.992+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">momsavenue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><title>The Moms Avenue Return</title><description>Okay, it was not Danish or my little Delisya to be blame solely for my lack of time during this confinement period. &lt;em&gt;Sorry dear. ;)&lt;/em&gt; I had my own project or to be exact, i had revive my little business that was loooOOong abandon -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://momsavenue.blogspot.com/"&gt;momsavenue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. This is part of my dream, to be a businesswoman, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;part time or full time, only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So, please do buy, support or at least visit us yeah!! &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm in the midst of updating the sale items in the blog. So for the time being, there was only few item sold. However, you can already start your shopping now as some of the item was given on promotion price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-5517874927358807568?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/nbqMjOL6naA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/nbqMjOL6naA/moms-avenue-return.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/moms-avenue-return.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-7324601463652671897</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-11T03:11:26.078+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delisya</category><title>Arrival of my little Delisya Zahira - Part II</title><description>I wish i could do a blog marathon since i have so many things to share with the world. But with this very limited time i have, i'll just update with whatever story i can. I'll try to make this as fast as i could so that i can catch beauty sleep of mine. Bear in mind, i'm not like other mommy during confinement, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at least that what i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I didn't get to sleep that much, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read tak bleh nak tidur siang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with 2 years old toddler actively running the house down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, back to my birth story. I didn't feel relieve to be sent home. In fact, i was praying hard for me to feel contraction or at least some addition to my opening. But none. Still stuck at 3cm.&amp;nbsp;So, i just give up to the idea sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was home on 10th December 2011 around 3pm. Once at home, i started to feel the contraction. But i just ignore it, assuming it was just a mild one. Nothing near to labour.&lt;br /&gt;
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0300hr, 11th December 2011, i couldn't really sleep. The contraction starting to grow stronger. But still 2 hours apart. Hubby started to be weary. He keep insisting to send me to the hospital, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;takut terberanak&amp;nbsp;di rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;But i refuse. &lt;br /&gt;
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2000hr, 11th December 2011. I feel stronger and more consistent contraction which appearing at 1 hours interval. Still refusing to go to the hospital. I wanted to wait for the contraction to become more frequent and longer before going to the hospital, didn't want the same thing happening again. Penat wehh, packing unpacking barang ke hospital ni. &lt;br /&gt;
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At first i tought i was going to give birth exactly on my EDD, 13th December 2011. But somehow, near to midnight, i decided to go to the hospital. Not because of my contraction is getting more stronger, still at the same level as before, but because i'm thinking if suddenly i were to give birth at wee hour, there's nobody to look after Danish and i didn't want to disturb my parents sleep. So, i better go during my father is still wide awake. However, when we sent Danish to my father, he cried his lung out as if he knows that we're going to left him at home. Suddenly I feel sad leaving Danish afraid that i might not see him again, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;well you know the feeling of giving birth, macam mau tercabut nyawa ja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At the hospital, i was inspected and i was at 5cm opening!! The Doctor question me when do i started to feel the contraction, and asked me, why didn't i go to the hospital earlier. I was like, &lt;em&gt;Helllloooo!! You guys are the one who sent me home, so why question!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was panicking when the Doctor inform me that he wanted to 'break my water'&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Sudenly i felt like i was not ready at all to give birth. I started to request absurd things, thinking that i could buy some time. I asked to take my &lt;em&gt;iberet &lt;/em&gt;pills which i haven't consume for the day. The nurse said it was no longer applicable since i was about to give birth soon. My HB level won't show any difference. I then requested to go to the toilet. But also refused. Since no more excuses that could be given, i just accept the fact&amp;nbsp;that this is it, it's time for my baby to see the world. Luckily, hubby manage to park the car and meet me outside the PAC room in time or else he won't be there to accompany me inside the labour room as i didn't have the strength to reach&amp;nbsp; for the phone to inform hubby where and when.&lt;br /&gt;
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0100hr, 11th December 2011, &amp;nbsp;i was again inspected and the Doctor inform me that i am expected to give birth around 0400hr - 0430hr. Three and a half hour to go, and i can't endure the pain any longer. The pain is unbearable compare to my last pregnancy. Previously, in my last pregnancy, i can still rest while in the labour room&amp;nbsp;waiting to give birth, though earlier i vommitted twice. In fact, i&amp;nbsp;rang the Doctor thrice, thinking that i was about to give birth, and even doing some 'pushing' myself. At last, i was given Entonox as a pain relief, when i continuously complaining on the pain. It was supposed to be inhale only when in pain, but i didn't feel the effectiveness so i just inhale throughout the labour. And my husband is holding the mouthpiece for me for that&amp;nbsp;2 hours stretch. I love you hubby for being there for me. :) Halfway using the Entonox, i feel little light-headed. I started to feel as if i was vacationing at the beach, seriously!! I still feel the pain, though. But only a mild one. &lt;br /&gt;
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At around 3-ish, the Doctor came in again to inspect me... and.. i was ready to give birth!! I don't know how many cm already, but she can feel the baby head.&lt;br /&gt;
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0348hr, 11th December 2011, my long awaited princess has born. I am blessed to gave birth to a wonderful daughter and now having a pair, a wonderful boy and a beautiful girl.&amp;nbsp;Apart from all the difficulty, it was indeed a wonderful experience to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Delisya Zahira - 1 week old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-7324601463652671897?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/-YiJTqDYPzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/-YiJTqDYPzs/arrival-of-my-little-delisya-zahira_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAPAkKjry8o/TwyMDImlaPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/P0Gj5YPEM6w/s72-c/121220113090.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/arrival-of-my-little-delisya-zahira_11.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-8249392557995457366</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T02:47:36.000+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delisya</category><title>Arrival of my little Delisya Zahira..</title><description>Hahaha... &lt;br /&gt;
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It's s00oo typical me!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Janji bagai nak update blog tapi ke sudahnya, satu habuk pun tarak.. Ok, what excuse for me to give this time? Before, i was busy with work, later pregnant dilemma and now of course after pregnant, busy berpantang with baby la kan.. ;) &lt;br /&gt;
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Yupp.. now i'm halfway through my confinement period. To be exact, i'm on my 23rd days&amp;nbsp;and Delisya is 23 days old now. Recalling back to the day i gave birth to Delisya, it was a whole new experience for me, apart from the fact that this is my second child, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sepatutnya sudah PRO la kan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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My EDD was supposed to be on 13th December 2011, but i'm experiencing the cramping way earlier. That's why i strongly believe i'll give birth one or two weeks early. So, to avoid chaos giving birth at the office&amp;nbsp;or on the way to the hospital from office, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my office is around 40 minutes drive to the hospital,&lt;/span&gt; i decided to take leave early before my EDD, itu pun setelah bertungkus-lumus menyiapkan kerja opis yang masih ada lagi yang belum siap lagi sehingga kini, believe it or not, i bring my office work so that i can do during my confinement. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi, macam tau-tau je kan, the day i'm on leave, that very day juga la darah keluar. That was on 8th of December, 5 days before my EDD. Not wanting to stay long at the hospital, i take my own sweet time to pack my things,&amp;nbsp;get&amp;nbsp;my son ready to nursery and&amp;nbsp;if it's not because mom stopping me, i even wanted to go to&amp;nbsp;office to settle few thing first before admitting myself to the hospital. So there i go, going&amp;nbsp;to the hospital as if i'm going for a vacation, cool and relax. &lt;br /&gt;
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During this time, i don't feel any contraction except for that cramp. When i was inspected, the doctor almost sent me home, since i didn't feel any contraction at all. But after doing VE procedure,&amp;nbsp;i was 3cm opening which only 1cm left into active phase of labour. However, after three days makan-tidur-makan-tidur activities at the hospital, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no wonder la lambat sakit&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;there was still no sign of me giving birth, no contraction, only spot. Makcik-makcik nurse even wonder why i still&amp;nbsp;didn't experience any contraction. I was told, usually moms will start to feel contraction at 2cm opening. Well every pregnancy is unique. I even remember the doctor said, 'kamu sangat relax, kalau orang sakit bersalin, menangis saja tidak'. Hence, i was sent home...&lt;br /&gt;
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...will continue later, need my sleep now.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-8249392557995457366?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/NXZ2HlgLEUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/NXZ2HlgLEUw/arrival-of-my-little-delisya-zahira.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2012/01/arrival-of-my-little-delisya-zahira.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-4031519615897943949</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T02:48:19.584+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>Gone case!!</title><description>Demmm.. &lt;br /&gt;
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Maaf untuk permulaan yang kasar ini.. Tapi memang saya amat kecewa sekarang ini.. &lt;br /&gt;
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Baru saja hati berkobar-kobar untuk meng'update' dan meng'upload' gambar-gambar hari raya,&amp;nbsp;tiba-tiba semua gambar sudah hilang, don't know why, but it seems it was affected by virus..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-4031519615897943949?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/FYqBSmiYjtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/FYqBSmiYjtU/gone-case.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2011/09/gone-case.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-719139399685064471</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 09:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-23T17:12:45.343+08:00</atom:updated><title>Bloggeroid</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yeay!! After like some time installing this application,only now i've succesfully use and upload a blogpost.It's not that i've failed to use it previously,tapi asyik guna separuh jalan,mana nak tau success ke fail.&lt;br/&gt;
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So,later there is no excuse for me not to update my blog.Baring-baring kat katil pun boleh update blog you know.Only now,i've to learn on how to upload images and some html code to make my blogpost more meriah.Till then,tata..&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/315623389998132613-719139399685064471?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/3vGB8xcXw8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/3vGB8xcXw8U/bloggeroid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2011/07/bloggeroid.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3159785553282854153</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T02:48:04.025+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all in a day life</category><title>5p programme and others..</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;
Finally,i manage to take time off and bring my PATI-maid (sekarang sudah tidak PATI lagi ye) to immigration counter and register with the 5p programme.Should you do not know,5p programme consists of:&lt;br /&gt;
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Pendaftaran - to register PATI in the biometric system&lt;br /&gt;
Pengampunan - Penghantaran pulang PATI tanpa sebarang tindakan&lt;br /&gt;
Pemantauan - monitoring of course&lt;br /&gt;
Penguatkuasaan &amp;amp; Pengusiran - takyah eksplen la ye,the name already shows.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well,i'm not trying to represent immigration here.Just sharing the knowledge since me myself earlier pun agak payahnya nak gather info regarding this 5p programme,i have to go to Jabatan Tenaga Kerja twice,called Bilik Gerakan immigration twice,flipping thru newspaper for God knows how much,surfing internet,asking around,etc,pendek kata memang susah la,tambah lagi dengan maid yang hari2 tanya risau terlepas program 5p.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well,masa nak pegi register tu memang a whole new experience for me.Tambah-tambah lagi pegi dewan yang penuh dengan PATI which suddenly i felt like i am the one who's foreigner.Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;
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Since my maid had to come along to register in the biometric system,my son also had to tag along cause nobody is looking after him.Fuhh,it's definitely a challenging task for me.I had never all this while bring my son together when i had something important task to settle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok,to cut story short,everything went smooth,from filling up form,maid biometric registration (apart from adegan tolak-budak-pompuan-kecik-nasib-tak-nangis),lunch at kedai mamak &amp;amp; receive complimentary sweet from tauke,continue running inside the hall &amp;amp; again so lucky to receive free corntoz from makcik imigresen,which later ended in my stomach (well,it's not good for kid you know,hehe),and to Jabatan Tenaga Kerja office.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think at this point of time,my son had started to feel bored.Bayangkanlah,it's been 6 hours and all he sees was only officers,computers,forms,older serious people but no toys.Mula la adegan jerit menjerit,kejar mengejar.Earlier it was ok,lari jerit-jerit dalam dewan besar mana orang nak peduli.But in a 600sq feet office,confirm la jadi tumpuan semua.For sure ada orang cakap,'anak sape la ni tak reti duduk diam,mak dia tak reti-reti jaga budak'.Hey,he's only 19months old.Mana nak faham apa2.They just know having fun.Daripada larang dia and later nangis meraung macam anak kena dera,lebih baik biar dia berlari-lari dengan tenang,haha okay memang tak tenang,tapi tenang sikit la dari nangis meraung kan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sedang asyik leka baca-baca paper sambil membiarkan anak berlari-lari,tiba-tiba pula dengar everyone panicking.Bila tengok je,anakku dah mengerjakan kotak peti cadangan yang tergantung kat depan tu.Memang dah patah mematah habis.Sebelah kiri tu pun dah takleh gantung,senget ke sebelah kiri.Aku dengan panik berkejar ke depan dan mencuba sedaya upaya mengembalikan kotak peti cadangan ke posisi asal.Nasib baik masih boleh selit kat screw driver yang tinggal.Nasib baik la staff-staff kat situ begitu tekun bekerja,tak perasan pun kejadian tu.Kalau tak mau kena halau time-time tu jugak.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha,confirm la lepas ni tak boleh bawa anak ke urusan-urusan kerajaan ni.Huhuu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3159785553282854153?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/VgZFIx46yJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/VgZFIx46yJA/5p-programme-and-others.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2011/07/5p-programme-and-others.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-1541891651802900311</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-29T14:50:33.054+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all in a day life</category><title>...after a silence year</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tadaaa....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assalamualaikum...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat kembali....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome Back....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;er, tatau nak cakap canne lagi nak bagitau akak dah kembali ke dunia blogger, ehehe.. w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ell, let me just make this simple and short.. kalau nak gali balik cerita setahun lepas, sure sampai minggu depan pun tak habes, sure korang pun boring tahap gaban)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke mana saya sebelum ini? Er, memang tak ke mana pun. Masih di sini.. Masih dengan blog yang sama.. Takde pon tukar domain ke, tukar server etc.. Honestly, hati ni memang bagai digaru-garu untuk berblog kembali.. Tapi dengan kudrat yang tak seberapa ada sekarang ni, asyik le tertangguh rancangan untuk berblog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus terang, pregnant anak ke-2 ni, &lt;em&gt;yes!! you heard me right, i'm 16week pregnant&lt;/em&gt;!! :) , saya tersangatlah tak berdaya. Jalan selangkah dua, sudah semput.. Ditambah lagi dengan Danish yang semakin menjadi-jadi manjanya.. Makan, tidur mama.. Tak bleh hilang sikit dari mata, meraung ler gamaknyer.. Mana lagi dengan selera makan yang macam yoyo, one second melantak macam tak ingat dunia, another second, makan-hanya-untuk-muntah.. Muntah pulak muntah yang menyakitkan.. Saya terpaksa menggunakan sepenuh kudrat untuk muntah.. Perasan seolah-olah baru menghabiskan larian 100meter hendaknya.. Energy drained.. Semput lagi la jawabnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i felt like i'm aging badly.. Semua symptom ketuaan sudah melanda diri.. I sleep like grandma.. Kul 9 dah lelap.. Nasib le, Danish pun tido sama2 dengan mama dia, &lt;em&gt;haha, actually mama dia yang tido sama2 dengan Danish&lt;/em&gt;.. However, apart from looong hour of sleeping, i always end up feeling tired waking up in the morning.. Entah ke mana je roh ni pegi merayau malam2.. Bukan setakat letih di waktu pagi, tengah hari, petang dan kembali malam pun masih letih.. Forever letih.. I hate to admit this, but it affecting my performance badly.. Memang banyak kerja yang tertangguh.. And it clearly show.. &lt;em&gt;But bos, i'm trying to do my best with what i have now, with my current situation.. Bukan akak datang ofis sambil goyang kaki... No!! No!!.. Walaupun sekali-sekala tu ambik kesempatan untuk dozzed off during lunch hour.. Hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not guys, anyway, it's only part of me.. Another part of me still enjoying life as it is.. I'm trying hard not to think of myself only.. Kena kuat juga untuk husband and Danish.. Kesian kat Danish nanti.. Dahla 8 jam duduk dengan orang gaji, takkan dah balik kerja pun masih kena main dengan orang gaji kan.. Tamau la nanti anak orang melayu tapi slang Indon.. Huhuuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a3DdrUb2f8/TgrGnbSIKwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/a9o12sDw54o/s1600/IMAG0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623525465366473474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a3DdrUb2f8/TgrGnbSIKwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/a9o12sDw54o/s320/IMAG0335.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tun Danish Zafran.. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-1541891651802900311?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/gbPbm633DlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/gbPbm633DlA/after-silence-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7a3DdrUb2f8/TgrGnbSIKwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/a9o12sDw54o/s72-c/IMAG0335.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2011/06/after-silence-year.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-926897152708989344</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T01:27:49.659+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all in a day life</category><title>Time's not up</title><description>I just finished doing my e-filing when i realized that the due date is actually on the 30th Of April not 31st Of March. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sh*t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbul rasa kekesalan sebab dah terbuat e-filing waayyy early than the supposedly a last-minute person will be doing. Apekah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-926897152708989344?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/ysPNonfHfwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/ysPNonfHfwc/times-not-up_24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/03/times-not-up_24.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3395258281886007846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T01:22:46.341+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><title>Potong Jambul</title><description>I am supposed to draft reply letter to our customer but instead here i am drafting a post for my blog (letter can wait, hehe). Cannot tahan la after few blog hopping done, i cannot resist the urge to post my Danish picture here. After all, he had gone through a major event in his life. Dia baru je kena potong jambul. No worries, no long stori-mori, just a few pictures to tell the whole stories, though i miss to take some of the important pictures *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6jvhF5j_zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QUm6ijjvitE/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6jvhF5j_zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QUm6ijjvitE/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451870700730318642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atuk peforming potong jambul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6jx-et4ooI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6gxUxxTR8mM/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6jx-et4ooI/AAAAAAAAAuA/6gxUxxTR8mM/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451873404631687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost shed tears when this Ustaz say his prayer for Danish. Really touched sebab ada orang doakan keselamatan dan kebahagiaan Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6j0CDYdMhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/nb1Ryff7bkY/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6j0CDYdMhI/AAAAAAAAAuI/nb1Ryff7bkY/s320/IMG_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451875665036784146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motif tunjuk gambar ni : Nak tunjuk muka mama Danish interframe, hehe. &amp;amp; this is the only picture that got my face (hampeh punya cameraman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4456976005_13e3eccf78_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4456976005_13e3eccf78_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for cue call to come out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;My little Danish had really grown up (anak mama dah bujang). Pakai baju untuk umur 2 tahun tu. Terpaksa alter due to no baju Melayu available for 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6j25JrqIfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/shhBbDhlS5c/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6j25JrqIfI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/shhBbDhlS5c/s320/IMG_0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451878810643997170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kazen-mazen during the kenduri. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until i'm big enough to join you guys. I'll add up to the 'sound'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3395258281886007846?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/oLnQli_gQZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/oLnQli_gQZA/times-not-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S6jvhF5j_zI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QUm6ijjvitE/s72-c/IMG_0847.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/03/times-not-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3632610306633781948</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T09:55:42.347+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><title>Announcing... ~ Sticky Mode</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rE8KYDDQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_c3euuvSvLk/s1600-h/blogspot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rE8KYDDQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_c3euuvSvLk/s320/blogspot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434372438232337666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new thing in my life apart from my little one. Yang ni pun arise out of love towards my Danish. Tetiba lak tengah-tengah feeding Danish, datang idea nak buat bisnes kecik-kecik ni. Sila-sila le beramai-ramai datang ke &lt;a href="http://momsavenue.blogspot.com"&gt;kedai kecik ku&lt;/a&gt; ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3632610306633781948?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/JtrRjLpFZxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/JtrRjLpFZxs/announcing-sticky-mode.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rE8KYDDQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_c3euuvSvLk/s72-c/blogspot.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>35</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/02/announcing-sticky-mode.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3708978033591866313</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T22:06:41.442+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><title>hormone doing...</title><description>Mula-mula ingatkan dah selamat dah. Danish dah masuk tiga bulan, which means i had past three months of delivery and nothing happen to me. So i presume all the saying are simply ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days, i noticed i started to lose hair. Especially after shower and when i brush my hair. My hair is falling out by the handful!! I was so freaking scared. They say, the hormone will get back to normal within six month or so. Though, i'm wearing tudung, i can't wait that long. Tak tahan la, sikat rambut once a week, just to avoid more hair loss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have decided, the toughest decision ever......    to cut my hair short. Huhuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3708978033591866313?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/MFepFA-DV6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/MFepFA-DV6c/hormone-doing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/03/hormone-doing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3892313899990678406</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-02T22:57:03.987+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestone</category><title>hari ni.....</title><description>Danish discover a new talent - dia dah pandai meniarap!!! After like few times trying, diiringi dengan squealing2 semangat nak meniarap (and of course sorakan-sorakan excited dan semangat dari mama dan papa), Danish finally able to roll from back to front and even manage to baring balik though cuma dapat pusing 45degree, the rest mama dia tolong baringkan balik. hehe.. anyhow, i am very proud of his achievement. kalau ikut &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_your-3-month-olds-development-week-4_1477212.bc"&gt;milestone sebenar&lt;/a&gt;, only at 3months 4week old a baby is supposed to roll over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish is overly excited with the newly discovered talent. bangun-bangun je dari tido, terus je nak meniarap, tak peduli kiri kanan dah. Oh and now Danish dah kuat main, dan dah kurang nak minum susu. shows that he's growing up. oh, dah beso dah anak mama ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4401143578_26db79075d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4401143578_26db79075d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmmppphhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4400635841_f9367356b2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2680/4400635841_f9367356b2_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;almost there, almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4401415336_1a6f911625_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4401415336_1a6f911625_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eureka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hari ni juga, my maid didn't turn up for work. sangat sakit hati okeh. terpaksa ambik emergency leave. tapi rupanya ini hikmah disebalik ketidakhadiran maid itu. kalau dia datang, for sure aku tak dapat tengok my Danish first roll over and maybe, Danish didn't had the chance to roll over sebab asyik kena buai je dengan maid, non-stop buai plak tu. can't wait to fire the maid. tapi takde orang nak tengokkan Danish. Oh God, help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota kaki: this anonymous comment is so very irritating. wish i could block the sender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3892313899990678406?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/IYLt7HZ7Tw8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/IYLt7HZ7Tw8/hari-ni.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4401143578_26db79075d_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/03/hari-ni.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-8792361547288370015</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T20:53:05.384+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><title>2 Months!!</title><description>Danish dah masuk 2 bulan dah. In fact dah 2 bulan 5 hari. Alhamdulillah, he pass the past two months without any problem, except for the bad jaundice and bad nurses who took Danish blood every single day for two weeks, bohoo, bad bad nurse and doctor too!!! Apart from that no problem. He has grown to a wonderful baby now. Sekarang dah pandai nak borak-borak dengan mama papa dia dah. Everytime the eyes open, dia mesti akan buat sound &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Danish bangun dah ni, angkat le'. &lt;/span&gt;Walau canne penat balik dari opis pun, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh mind you i have started working for three days already, mencik la!!!,&lt;/span&gt; tetap akan angkat juga Danish. Cian dia kan sehari suntuk dengan baby sitter yang dok asyik buai Danish je nak paksa tido. Actually she is our maid, but since dia ni pemalas tahap gaban, malas masak, tengah hari tido, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caught red handed by hubby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sapu rumah tunggu kena suruh,&lt;/span&gt; so better change the job description to baby sitter je la, haihh back to square one la, still i have to do the house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Danish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q1_NpHMPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/o6VXt5i4B7w/s1600-h/01122009510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q1_NpHMPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/o6VXt5i4B7w/s320/01122009510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434355997974409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 day old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q2yqiJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DFmhpi1Q82k/s1600-h/05122009512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q2yqiJ_iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/DFmhpi1Q82k/s320/05122009512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434356881903189538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5 days old. Warded in style. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q3cVyWiOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XSECszIrdgQ/s1600-h/07-12-09_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q3cVyWiOI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XSECszIrdgQ/s320/07-12-09_1530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434357597888481506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q_u6B46LI/AAAAAAAAAso/snrlqrbYo0g/s1600-h/31012010696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q_u6B46LI/AAAAAAAAAso/snrlqrbYo0g/s320/31012010696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434366712947992754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing that Danish had master was his sleeping habit. Suka sangat tido senget-senget ni. Ni antara stail tido cari-ketiak-mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBL91_jQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/B2fr1rXHrvk/s1600-h/28122009582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBL91_jQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/B2fr1rXHrvk/s320/28122009582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434368311699672322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;29 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBLQecLqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ppAOTDQVqsU/s1600-h/01012010587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBLQecLqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ppAOTDQVqsU/s320/01012010587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434368299521289890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBMlNTN7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/pfAdKLgXTfg/s1600-h/29012010689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2rBMlNTN7I/AAAAAAAAAtI/pfAdKLgXTfg/s320/29012010689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434368322266412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 month 30 days old&lt;br /&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/315623389998132613-8792361547288370015?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/oS8UlLNaRcE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/oS8UlLNaRcE/2-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/S2q1_NpHMPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/o6VXt5i4B7w/s72-c/01122009510.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-months.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-4232274236751883245</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 08:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-29T18:30:29.183+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><title>my labour journey...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Okay, i'm doing this post while feeding Danish on my other hand, jadi sori if there's any grammatical error.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long process for my labour. Long as in one week, bukannya 24-48hrs. I never tell u before that i was to give birth to Danish 23rd November 2009, a day before my birthday.  On the day my EDD is due, we went to the clinic as usual for my weekly checkup. Doctor asked me whether the pain has set in. Being  a first time mother, i didn't really know the exact pain she's referring to. Because actually, i did experienced some pain, wayy earlier - weeks before, like some sort of mild period pain.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Itu belum lagi tu'&lt;/span&gt;. Kompius la juga kejap, cause my sister and mom keep saying that it was almost time for me to give birth. And i am fully prepared, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at that time la kan&lt;/span&gt;, to give birth to my little Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scanning my tummy et al, Dr sent me home, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't really remember what she was saying&lt;/span&gt;. I was given another 9 more days before kena paksa beranak. I was a bit frustrated. I'm hoping so very much that i will be admitted that evening, so that plus the labour, itu ini, i'll give birth on my birthday. Even mom pun frustrated. She keep calling me on the update of my journey to giving birth. Actually, mom had already planned to do aqiqah for the yet-to-be-born Danish on Hari Raya Qurban. So, this is the perfect time la to give birth, so i would heal by the time Aqiqah is performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day, i've been in my most alert state. Risau tak tentu pasal. At times, saya macam making up stories, like the baby count tak cukup, there's bleeding, sakit dah datang, etc just so that people around me will bring me to the hospital and paksa beranak, hehe. Tapi semua pun macam false alarm je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd.. 24th.. 25th.. 26th.. Still no sign.. Dah tak senang duduk dah.. I bring hubby turun naik shopping complex, walk the farthest i can. Sapu minyak selusuh. Teguk 3 botol air selusuh. Minum air basuhan rambut. Still to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Hari Raya Qurban came. Masa ni, my parent, nenek, my siblings semua balik kampung, to do Qurban. Left only me and hubby. We bought lemang and call hubby's staff to celebrate raya. While waiting, i went to pee, and to my horror, i saw some spotting. I was worried to death. That time was 11am. And hubby's staff tak datang-datang lagi. Takkan nak tinggal dorang camtu je kan, dahlah dorang naik bas. They came at 12ish and we ate. Makan pun dah tak rasa sedap dah. I keep on counting baby's kick. After bersiap-siap, at 2pm we went to the hospital. My hospital bag, was already in the car for like a month already. Hehe, giler semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, another frustration for me. After doing CTG and VE. Again Dr sent me home. I was only 1cm dilated and still there's no contraction. As long as baby's kick normal, there is no need for me to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th November: Still got brownish spotting. I just ignore it. During lunch time, i started to feel mild contraction. Not wanting to be sent home again, i didn't go the hospital. But the pain started to kick in every half hourly. Tapi kengkadang ada gak dalam dua jam. So to the hospital we go again. For another CTG and VE. Tapi this time i was admitted because of the contraction and the fact that i already 1.5cm dilated. Huhh, dalam 24 jam, baru 0.5 dilated. So there started my labour journey......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......in the next entry.. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-4232274236751883245?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/MKHz74NMWP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/MKHz74NMWP8/my-labour-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-labour-journey.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-5208245743827090091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-28T12:29:23.798+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">danish</category><title>...where got times??</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danish..  Papa..  Housework..  Back to work preparation..  Assignments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got times???? *sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got time later i apdet blog okay?&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/315623389998132613-5208245743827090091?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/_5nldggeaz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/_5nldggeaz4/where-got-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-got-times.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-5361636265065115556</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 09:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-15T17:48:49.904+08:00</atom:updated><title>a whole new world</title><description>fuhh,almost nine full month i left this blog untouched.from the day i learnt i'm pregnant until a week before giving birth.there's few people been asking of my whereabout,sorry guys (oh,and thank you for all the congratulations and presents,danish,and mama,will very much appreciate it).the other day,i was waiting until my cuti bersalin.guess i'll have all the time in the world to catch up with all this blog thingy.tp bila budak kecik danish tu dah ada,tak menang tangan mama dia ni.tambah lagi la takde masa utk blogging2 ni.ada masa pun bila danish dah tido.tapi time tu la gak mama dia ni ikut membuta,hehe.but luckily,danish jenis yang tak menyusahkan mama dia.dia tak bangun malam nak minta susu.tido kul 12 (tu pun pas papa dia dah habis nyanyi 17-18 lagu baru dia nak tido) bangun kul 6.only first two weeks la bgn tgh malam,tu pun mama dia kejut sebab nak ensure dia cukup minum untuk kurangkan jaundice dia.hmm,nanti la cite pasal danish naik ambulan masuk hospital,sbb jaundice.kenangan yang tak besh.sekarang ni nak cite yang besh2 je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,nak cite gak pengalaman giving birth hari tu,tp in another entry la ok.till then,tata,danish dah sound dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,i guess its still not to late to wish happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-5361636265065115556?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/EjjRL-CSH0k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/EjjRL-CSH0k/whole-new-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-new-world.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-2789647960789224549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T21:05:30.318+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little me</category><title>..my birthday present!!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest gift ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really can't wait..&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/315623389998132613-2789647960789224549?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/-zE4FcroKd4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/-zE4FcroKd4/my-birthday-present.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-birthday-present.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-8692170722925509633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-12T21:41:06.925+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><title>Flat Shoe Story</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHmd0gzK6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/uBA5oq1ypc4/s1600-h/12042009232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHmd0gzK6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/uBA5oq1ypc4/s320/12042009232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323789634515446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gambar pada hari ini (picture of the day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini bukan trolley biasa yang boleh didapati di mana-mana kedai, tidak ada di Giant sekalipun, walau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di mana rakyat Malaysia membeli-belah.' &lt;/span&gt;Dan pemandangan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;di bawah ini mungkin cuma boleh dilihat ekslusif di blog ini sahaja, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan sesiapa yang berada di Parkson Grand pada hari kelmarin.&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHnhoqRQCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SiodQYt3Tz4/s1600-h/11042009228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHnhoqRQCI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SiodQYt3Tz4/s320/11042009228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323790799565045794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHnhxGEvXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qwv9_g_5Img/s1600-h/11042009230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHnhxGEvXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qwv9_g_5Img/s320/11042009230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323790801829150066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHn3EXa8pI/AAAAAAAAAqY/HfJf-EKk7Ps/s1600-h/11042009220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHn3EXa8pI/AAAAAAAAAqY/HfJf-EKk7Ps/s320/11042009220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323791167779435154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHn3XdUG9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/AEqRIoMRVoQ/s1600-h/11042009223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHn3XdUG9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/AEqRIoMRVoQ/s320/11042009223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323791172904426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeay!! This is what i've been looking for all this while. I want this!! I want this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And i know, throughout the shopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i can hear people whispering, talking at my back: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Eiii.. Kiutnya, kecik-kecik ada troli sendiri.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Tengok budak tu, comel.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Alaa.. Beratnya troli (As a respond to my niece, 'Alaa' whenever the trolley stuck at something'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, the main reason me and hubby and mom went shopping is for me to find a flat shoe to wear at work. I was not allowed to wear high heels anymore, not until the next nine months. Hehee.. I can see the grin in your face. By now you should know where's is this entry leading to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let pictures tell the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHrk7I4OGI/AAAAAAAAAqo/AHvA76bFq-0/s1600-h/12042009237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHrk7I4OGI/AAAAAAAAAqo/AHvA76bFq-0/s320/12042009237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323795254111385698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opss.. Not this one. This one is just three days before my period is about to due. The 'feeling pregnant' thingy convinced me to do the test. But the result dissapointed me, which resulted me being &lt;a href="http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-be-real.html"&gt;ignorant&lt;/a&gt; though i've already missed my period for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another test at the clinic, reveal this . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A MOMMY TO BE IN THE NEXT NINE MONTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHrlDgP8LI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jOXblazr0y8/s1600-h/12042009236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHrlDgP8LI/AAAAAAAAAqw/jOXblazr0y8/s320/12042009236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323795256356892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s hubby: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my birthday present to you this year dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday My Beloved Hubby 13.04.09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-8692170722925509633?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/i8WQv7llG9Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/i8WQv7llG9Q/flat-shoe-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SeHmd0gzK6I/AAAAAAAAAqA/uBA5oq1ypc4/s72-c/12042009232.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/04/flat-shoe-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-4368670381773279323</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-04T12:00:08.173+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ramblings</category><title>Let It Be Real...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Days..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Days.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Weeks...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Weeks .....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no signs of it coming.... Can this be REAL??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: urghh.. i hate the diamond shape stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @!$^(%&amp;amp;^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-4368670381773279323?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/RM9eVBUpqz4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/RM9eVBUpqz4/let-it-be-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-be-real.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-3752802598798633921</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-28T08:14:16.750+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>GANGSTERISM: Kids Version</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bullies in School. *wink*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1ri2vVCnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/A6uPJPj2DqM/s1600-h/DSC_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1ri2vVCnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/A6uPJPj2DqM/s320/DSC_0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318024981548173938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1pvLXVcHI/AAAAAAAAApw/R8c8XLlYIkc/s1600-h/DSC_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1pvLXVcHI/AAAAAAAAApw/R8c8XLlYIkc/s320/DSC_0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318022994219855986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1puyYpAdI/AAAAAAAAApo/On2E6hJjMMY/s1600-h/DSC_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1puyYpAdI/AAAAAAAAApo/On2E6hJjMMY/s320/DSC_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318022987514446290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is what they called - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1nqJX4_OI/AAAAAAAAApg/6toI8JcaAbM/s1600-h/DSC_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1nqJX4_OI/AAAAAAAAApg/6toI8JcaAbM/s320/DSC_0934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318020708762713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1mx6UsLFI/AAAAAAAAApY/B03b-bfEO3s/s1600-h/DSC_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1mx6UsLFI/AAAAAAAAApY/B03b-bfEO3s/s320/DSC_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318019742650084434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-3752802598798633921?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/qCeYRq--4hE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/qCeYRq--4hE/gangsterism-kids-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sc1ri2vVCnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/A6uPJPj2DqM/s72-c/DSC_0925.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/03/gangsterism-kids-version.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315623389998132613.post-2200489506354827589</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-23T23:04:20.102+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swarovski crystal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><title>Coming Soon!!!</title><description>Peepss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on a new project which will be executed in due time!! Not new actually, an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;abandon &lt;/span&gt;project to be exact. I've started venturing into this small business since 2007. However, since the sales trending was  gradually declining, the production is getting lesser and lesser. And it totally stopped last year to give way to another bigger project of mine - My Wedding Day!! Since the W Day is over, now i &lt;s&gt;have to&lt;/s&gt; could have my own time to carry on with what was left behind years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here some sneak preview:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceg7WWyEgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/KNJZ6PI9pGw/s1600-h/DSC_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceg7WWyEgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/KNJZ6PI9pGw/s320/DSC_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316394826608022018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceevxYLXHI/AAAAAAAAApA/ruwRdExKyBs/s1600-h/DSC_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceevxYLXHI/AAAAAAAAApA/ruwRdExKyBs/s320/DSC_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316392428679945330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceevreto7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/PCQV5IJ7qi0/s1600-h/DSC_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceevreto7I/AAAAAAAAAo4/PCQV5IJ7qi0/s320/DSC_1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316392427096744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceevVPe6bI/AAAAAAAAAow/v-whcAmbxS0/s1600-h/DSC_1117_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceevVPe6bI/AAAAAAAAAow/v-whcAmbxS0/s320/DSC_1117_.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316392421127285170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceeu6GKsvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/G9kvQGIB2fA/s1600-h/DSC_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceeu6GKsvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/G9kvQGIB2fA/s320/DSC_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316392413840454386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceeuJDPtQI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaNYBx9j9JU/s1600-h/DSC_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/SceeuJDPtQI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaNYBx9j9JU/s320/DSC_1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316392400674862338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the product i have in hand now. There's a lot more coming up. So stay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dainty&lt;/span&gt;. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Support &lt;s&gt;Sabahan&lt;/s&gt; Malaysian product!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/315623389998132613-2200489506354827589?l=thedainty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~4/LxuQ34dXB28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DaintilySpoken/~3/LxuQ34dXB28/coming-soon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (dzu amri)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ANekDjuqVpc/Sceg7WWyEgI/AAAAAAAAApQ/KNJZ6PI9pGw/s72-c/DSC_1124.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thedainty.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

