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I wanted to have one done for my baby. however, it was cold and the thought of having to dip her little hand and little feet in the wax does not sound like a good idea at that time. besides, she might pop her little hand into her mouth. i dare not take the risk so we passed. one day i went to Toys R Us and found this kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT7TCFAysYQ/TxTiTJuEsoI/AAAAAAAAC1E/bgUCieIZBEM/s1600/IMG-20120105-01150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT7TCFAysYQ/TxTiTJuEsoI/AAAAAAAAC1E/bgUCieIZBEM/s200/IMG-20120105-01150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428247185076866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i bought one and couldn't wait to do it with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw5DdN5SgvA/TxTiTS0JVEI/AAAAAAAAC1M/j5eZF8NecaA/s1600/IMG-20120105-01151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw5DdN5SgvA/TxTiTS0JVEI/AAAAAAAAC1M/j5eZF8NecaA/s200/IMG-20120105-01151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428249626465346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is really easy to do. the instructions are at the back of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e2X_OMP9dw/TxTiTstN4SI/AAAAAAAAC1c/QlIdLWweZZ4/s1600/IMG-20120105-01152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3e2X_OMP9dw/TxTiTstN4SI/AAAAAAAAC1c/QlIdLWweZZ4/s200/IMG-20120105-01152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428256576725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i used an egg mold in the shape of a heart to mold the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqwP_Fgv9u0/TxTiUE-GwDI/AAAAAAAAC1o/snsjaNjAzBk/s1600/IMG-20120105-01153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqwP_Fgv9u0/TxTiUE-GwDI/AAAAAAAAC1o/snsjaNjAzBk/s200/IMG-20120105-01153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428263090012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you know how babies always clamp their fists right? it took me a few attempts to get it right. it was so hard to get her to open her hands to get a good print but we finally made it. it was left to air dry for a few days. i used a paper clip to write the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQtIqjTC8CY/TxTiUSItMbI/AAAAAAAAC10/uDTbUvg9xiY/s1600/IMG-20120105-01154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQtIqjTC8CY/TxTiUSItMbI/AAAAAAAAC10/uDTbUvg9xiY/s200/IMG-20120105-01154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428266624135602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see what i mean? of course i washed her hand immediately after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJpwMpZ0-68/TxTi1ytuktI/AAAAAAAAC28/W8x2u0n-dHY/s1600/IMG-20120115-00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJpwMpZ0-68/TxTi1ytuktI/AAAAAAAAC28/W8x2u0n-dHY/s200/IMG-20120115-00065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428842305032914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there are two types of frames, black and white but i took white. the frame was plain so i bought some stickers from Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgYJ8QchbdI/TxTirzvdp3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/WP5ZNkvZx2Q/s1600/IMG-20120116-00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgYJ8QchbdI/TxTirzvdp3I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/WP5ZNkvZx2Q/s200/IMG-20120116-00092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428670782056306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWMlzUweDVw/TxTiroymK2I/AAAAAAAAC2I/oDEtEMFyC18/s1600/IMG-20120116-00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWMlzUweDVw/TxTiroymK2I/AAAAAAAAC2I/oDEtEMFyC18/s200/IMG-20120116-00091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428667842407266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--btbhXVZOqI/TxTirRBqsMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ugpnMYl5J2A/s1600/IMG-20120116-00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--btbhXVZOqI/TxTirRBqsMI/AAAAAAAAC2A/ugpnMYl5J2A/s200/IMG-20120116-00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428661463167170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decorated the frame with the stickers. luckily we have enough letters to spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFmxwS7J5z4/TxTisAz-u9I/AAAAAAAAC2k/BSQGroCsdF0/s1600/IMG-20120116-00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFmxwS7J5z4/TxTisAz-u9I/AAAAAAAAC2k/BSQGroCsdF0/s200/IMG-20120116-00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428674290662354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCodKpZbVOs/TxTisnLN6HI/AAAAAAAAC2w/YZbFe0yq5mU/s1600/IMG-20120116-00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCodKpZbVOs/TxTisnLN6HI/AAAAAAAAC2w/YZbFe0yq5mU/s200/IMG-20120116-00096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698428684588673138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there you go. my little artist showing off her first art project. she was sleepy but i made her hold the frame, thus the frown on her face. hehe. there will be many more Project Irene in the future. yeay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736795131404720750-1286020506966158283?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-of_KSqVBkBg/TvsYcbiAMkI/AAAAAAAAC0I/_U1K3hqCOZ0/s200/IMG-20111217-00914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169430818533954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2V6zheq7oA/TvsYbdhAvEI/AAAAAAAACzw/GHK4tA-xLrc/s1600/IMG-20111202-00773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H2V6zheq7oA/TvsYbdhAvEI/AAAAAAAACzw/GHK4tA-xLrc/s200/IMG-20111202-00773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169414171376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OoMx4ghydM/TvsYbWqefeI/AAAAAAAACzk/gdQ436lugAA/s1600/IMG-20111129-00750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6OoMx4ghydM/TvsYbWqefeI/AAAAAAAACzk/gdQ436lugAA/s200/IMG-20111129-00750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169412332027362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAq8Xs77YKQ/TvsYczscxFI/AAAAAAAAC0U/RVoA7BojC0s/s1600/IMG-20111220-00940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAq8Xs77YKQ/TvsYczscxFI/AAAAAAAAC0U/RVoA7BojC0s/s200/IMG-20111220-00940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169437304800338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look at her face when i swaddle her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T1gudiqmMo/TvsYqzpMTVI/AAAAAAAAC0s/nUDyIE6lZ2g/s1600/IMG-20111223-00966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8T1gudiqmMo/TvsYqzpMTVI/AAAAAAAAC0s/nUDyIE6lZ2g/s200/IMG-20111223-00966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169677809306962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPwKVZ38YxE/TvsYb5bO7sI/AAAAAAAACz8/BTnKU_LjAfo/s1600/IMG-20111209-00841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPwKVZ38YxE/TvsYb5bO7sI/AAAAAAAACz8/BTnKU_LjAfo/s200/IMG-20111209-00841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691169421663334082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TO6Z7KdplU0/TvsZ6xVmPSI/AAAAAAAAC04/qzAVdKjbWiI/s1600/IMG-20111217-00915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TO6Z7KdplU0/TvsZ6xVmPSI/AAAAAAAAC04/qzAVdKjbWiI/s200/IMG-20111217-00915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691171051579784482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she would struggle and try to wiggle her way out of the swaddle. this one she's probably checking if i'm watching her so that she can slowly make her way out of the swaddle cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdYzMGj3xK8/TvsYqrgJaAI/AAAAAAAAC0g/W3t3pkIa6A4/s1600/IMG-20111223-00964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jH_ufjc-q7o/TurWf1eLLMI/AAAAAAAACvQ/MZvaKfHdyj0/s200/IMG-20111107-00476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593321926601922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two options to remove it, one via open surgery like a c-section and the other is via &lt;a href="http://medical-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/laparoscopy"&gt;laproscopy&lt;/a&gt;, which means doing small incisions on the tummy. between the two methods, of course i chose the latter because recovery and healing process are easier and faster as compared to the former. we went to few other hospitals to get a 2nd and 3rd and 4th opinion and after discussing and thoroughly going through the options, payment method and whatnot, we finally decided to have the surgery done at Sime Darby Medical Centre (SDMC).&lt;br /&gt;long story short, i was scheduled for the surgery on friday, 2 december 2011 at 3.30pm and it will be performed by Dr. Delaila, who is a specialist. that friday morning, i had a bowl of oats for breakfast and started to fast since 7.30am. hubby and i then sent Irene to the babysitter (which of course i cried all the way to the babysitter and all the way to SDMC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hu3y1nsLpA/TurWfwUNGCI/AAAAAAAACvY/7F8wMVkLg2M/s1600/IMG-20111202-00774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hu3y1nsLpA/TurWfwUNGCI/AAAAAAAACvY/7F8wMVkLg2M/s200/IMG-20111202-00774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593320542607394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we arrived at SDMC at about 8.45am and went to register. i've been pre-registered earlier so the process was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVw51aVhVjA/TurWgMHwHNI/AAAAAAAACvs/5kJ5wzOm7Bs/s1600/IMG-20111202-00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVw51aVhVjA/TurWgMHwHNI/AAAAAAAACvs/5kJ5wzOm7Bs/s200/IMG-20111202-00775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593328006569170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my tag. somehow rather it felt like i just had my hospital tag removed not so long ago and now i've to wear it again *sigh*. thankfully i've got my insurance and my medical card and i am entitled to a single room but unfortunately no single rooms are available so they put me on a waiting list. even a double room was not available then so they told us to wait. too bad i can't eat or drink anything. i then went to the nursery on level 6 and managed to squeeze a pumping session. yup' i brought my bpump with me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwjeDf1mcao/TurWgiMxHwI/AAAAAAAACv0/bepp4TuHVv8/s1600/IMG-20111202-00776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwjeDf1mcao/TurWgiMxHwI/AAAAAAAACv0/bepp4TuHVv8/s200/IMG-20111202-00776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593333933186818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwSwdttRpSg/TurWgn7zmzI/AAAAAAAACwA/Hi-weG-73lc/s1600/IMG-20111202-00778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwSwdttRpSg/TurWgn7zmzI/AAAAAAAACwA/Hi-weG-73lc/s200/IMG-20111202-00778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593335472659250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at about 10ish, the reception called and told that a double room is available at the moment so i was asked to go to the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS5CONPzX4M/TurXAYY7x9I/AAAAAAAACwM/olnLjJ8VowU/s1600/IMG-20111202-00780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS5CONPzX4M/TurXAYY7x9I/AAAAAAAACwM/olnLjJ8VowU/s200/IMG-20111202-00780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593881055676370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then a nurse came to check my blood pressure and temperature. after that, i was prepped for surgery. by prep, i meant being shaved by the nurse. then the nurse gave me the meds to move the bowel, the one that was inserted in your anal, similar to the one you get before delivery. not a pleasant experience i must say. i was then told to take a bath using a special liquid soap given by the nurse. after i took my bath, i put on the hospital gown and the nurse cleaned my belly button. yet another unpleasant experience. you know how 'sensitive' your belly button is, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YcMLOlpZX4/TurXAdizykI/AAAAAAAACwY/aZoIXKpfCHk/s1600/IMG-20111202-00784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YcMLOlpZX4/TurXAdizykI/AAAAAAAACwY/aZoIXKpfCHk/s200/IMG-20111202-00784.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593882439273026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big bro and sil took a half day leave so that they can accompany me. notice how everyone is busy with their gadgets? hmppphh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuPL6zyppe0/TurXA_hcNVI/AAAAAAAACwk/J_WcPNo3hAY/s1600/IMG-20111202-00785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuPL6zyppe0/TurXA_hcNVI/AAAAAAAACwk/J_WcPNo3hAY/s200/IMG-20111202-00785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593891560338770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WdL3lFLGoc/Tur9V515_KI/AAAAAAAACyc/r657i6OWrjc/s1600/IMG-20111202-00790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0WdL3lFLGoc/Tur9V515_KI/AAAAAAAACyc/r657i6OWrjc/s200/IMG-20111202-00790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686636032254672034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNF1udUoH38/Tur9VQrQXPI/AAAAAAAACyE/w2-j_R1PBTc/s1600/IMG-20111202-00787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNF1udUoH38/Tur9VQrQXPI/AAAAAAAACyE/w2-j_R1PBTc/s200/IMG-20111202-00787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686636021204147442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8HdjtXc90/Tur9VcPgBUI/AAAAAAAACyQ/RuCMtc3bE-A/s1600/IMG-20111202-00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dc8HdjtXc90/Tur9VcPgBUI/AAAAAAAACyQ/RuCMtc3bE-A/s200/IMG-20111202-00793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686636024308958530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIS-sPUmSS4/TurXBKIJArI/AAAAAAAACww/leu3dSk8pQE/s1600/IMG-20111202-00792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RIS-sPUmSS4/TurXBKIJArI/AAAAAAAACww/leu3dSk8pQE/s200/IMG-20111202-00792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593894407013042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at about 3.30pm, the nurses then came to my room as i need to be wheeled out to the operation theater (OT). at this point, a lot of things started to play in my mind. it felt just like in the movies but the only difference is that this time it is real and i am experiencing it! the OT is at level 1 so we went in the elevator and my heart started to beat fast. before entering the OT, i was asked a few questions and then after saying goodbye and kissing hubby's hand, i was then wheeled in. hubby was only allowed to a certain point only. inside, i was put at the holding area where i was put on drip. i hate it when they poke a needle through my vein. i asked the anesthetist when will i start feeling drowsy? he said that it was merely water to prevent me from dehydration since i've been fasting since morning. i was then left alone at the holding area for a good 15minutes or so but it sure felt like the longest 15minutes ever. i started to think about all kinds of things- my parents who are still in Mekah, my babygirl, especially my babygirl and everytime i think about her, i started to well up. and then there's the thought that what if the operation went wrong? what if i did not wake up? what if i bleed profusely? even though the surgery is in between major and minor, there is, of course a risk. after all, this is my first time in the OT. i then leave it to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, they wheeled me into the OT and all i can see are the big lights, some gadgets, the steel table, a big screen, just like what you see in the movies. homaigod. saspen! at one point, i even felt like aborting the surgery altogether but it was too late. i laid down on the steel table, a number of nurses came, the anesthetist put some kind of liquid in the drip and into my vein and i felt a slight pain in my vein. then i was put on the gas mask and within seconds, i totally black out. it was like magic, i kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long the surgery was but all i know is that the nurses woke me up and said that the surgery is over. they asked me to open my eyes. i tried to open my still drowsy eyes and i can immediately feel the pain on my tummy. i remembered making a 'mengerang' sound because it was just too painful. apparently after the surgery they put me back at the holding area for observation for about 1/2 hour. after given the all clear from the doctor, i was wheeled back into my ward and it was already 6pm. too bad i had to move from the bed that they wheeled me in to the bed in the ward. it.hurts.like.hell. i then slept until lil bro, big bro and sil came. then hubby also came after picking Irene up from the babysitter. the moment i looked at her, i felt very relieved and it was a perfect cure for my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXx4HasOFxU/TurXx_A1nOI/AAAAAAAACxI/8ay1ES2CdC8/s1600/IMG-20111202-00800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PXx4HasOFxU/TurXx_A1nOI/AAAAAAAACxI/8ay1ES2CdC8/s200/IMG-20111202-00800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686594733237181666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post-surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiF4G-RUqO0/TurXyDcJeYI/AAAAAAAACxk/iEN7MyOkLmI/s1600/IMG-20111202-00803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FiF4G-RUqO0/TurXyDcJeYI/AAAAAAAACxk/iEN7MyOkLmI/s200/IMG-20111202-00803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686594734425471362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my buah hati pengarang jantung. i can't bring myself to sit up, let alone to hold her in my arms. but having her lying beside me definitely helps. it hurts so bad to even move, laugh, cough, sit. now i know how much we use our tummy muscle to move about. the nurse would come by every now and then to check my temperature and blood pressure. at about 12am the doctor came and checked my condition. she also gave me the picture of the cyst that was removed together with a dvd of the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S259ib3jKrg/TusLRIw6AMI/AAAAAAAACyo/5CYCppF0FW0/s1600/IMG-20111203-00805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S259ib3jKrg/TusLRIw6AMI/AAAAAAAACyo/5CYCppF0FW0/s200/IMG-20111203-00805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686651343523676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dermoid_cyst"&gt;dermoid cyst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgxk2m2G7sI/TurXBRNo4SI/AAAAAAAACxA/lEhhyGdSWmU/s1600/IMG-20111202-00796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qgxk2m2G7sI/TurXBRNo4SI/AAAAAAAACxA/lEhhyGdSWmU/s200/IMG-20111202-00796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686593896309121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i have four of these plasters on my tummy. one on the left of my belly button, one on the right, one on the belly button itself and another one below the belly button.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YcXISBjuYs/TurXx1H6TCI/AAAAAAAACxQ/tLqBidA6JXI/s1600/IMG-20111202-00801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YcXISBjuYs/TurXx1H6TCI/AAAAAAAACxQ/tLqBidA6JXI/s200/IMG-20111202-00801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686594730582494242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is where the drip was inserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-LULm2PSCE/TurX0_wjWRI/AAAAAAAACx4/I4TPgLou46A/s1600/IMG-20111203-00812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-LULm2PSCE/TurX0_wjWRI/AAAAAAAACx4/I4TPgLou46A/s200/IMG-20111203-00812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686594784976918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on the right side, a tube with this container was attached to my tummy. this is to drain the darah kotor. i had to lug this container everytime i move. going to the toilet hurts like hell that i need the assistance of the nurse every single time. i need their help to help pull me up and out of bed and even to walk. i can't imagine the pain that women who had c-section had to go through. the next morning, when i woke up, not only does it hurt so bad, but my boobs were engorged too because i haven't pumped out the milk and my baby hasn't been feeding. so make that triple the pain! thankfully i have my pump with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdrTadgjrck/TurXzPh4qII/AAAAAAAACxw/ipVomiFq2jE/s1600/IMG-20111203-00808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rdrTadgjrck/TurXzPh4qII/AAAAAAAACxw/ipVomiFq2jE/s200/IMG-20111203-00808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686594754850629762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these two persons especially, kept me strong. i felt soo sayu upon seeing hubby with my baby. the funny thing is, i've prepared her clothes, which ones to wear during the day, which ones to wear at night but of course, hubby put her in her sleepsuit. when asked, why put her in her baju tidur? hubby said 'kan hospital sejuk, pakai baju tangan panjanglah'. cute. and it does make sense. until today i still wonder why the hell hospitals have to be so damn cold anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eds-HUVbdNU/TusPxUHeBMI/AAAAAAAACzM/ycSNlnZ-oJc/s1600/IMG-20111203-00810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eds-HUVbdNU/TusPxUHeBMI/AAAAAAAACzM/ycSNlnZ-oJc/s200/IMG-20111203-00810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686656294373426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EihlEe33MdE/TusPxwlFkCI/AAAAAAAACzU/JVqRbC479Bk/s1600/IMG-20111204-00813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EihlEe33MdE/TusPxwlFkCI/AAAAAAAACzU/JVqRbC479Bk/s200/IMG-20111204-00813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686656302013845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two nights without mummy and she had a scratch on her nose. hmpph. anyway i never got my single room. SDMC is almost always full huh? i was then discharged on sunday, 4 december 2011. alhamdulillah. serik ok! the tummy still hurts the first few days and i had to walk really slowly but soon the pain subsides and i resumed life back to normal. i got 3 weeks MC wooohooo! this means i get to spend more time with my babygirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcbVf7CtDNM/TusPxIxbq0I/AAAAAAAACy0/7Jqb_npA4s0/s1600/IMG-20111214-00899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcbVf7CtDNM/TusPxIxbq0I/AAAAAAAACy0/7Jqb_npA4s0/s200/IMG-20111214-00899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686656291328207682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have removed the stitches on 13 december 2011 and this is how it looks like. just a teeny weeny incision and hopefully it will leave little or no scar at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TM43OPThPE/TusPxP2X8VI/AAAAAAAACy8/YArNHQnixx4/s1600/IMG-20111214-00900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TM43OPThPE/TusPxP2X8VI/AAAAAAAACy8/YArNHQnixx4/s200/IMG-20111214-00900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686656293227983186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the alcohol prep to be applied every time after bath to help it heal and dry faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was one experience that i will never forget and i hope i will never have to go for another surgery, ever. when i was in so much pain, i questioned, "WHY ME?" but i soon realized that this is just a small test as compared to other less fortunate people who had to go through major operations. that definitely kept me grounded.&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/6736795131404720750-7288296917699102247?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Her due date was 29th September 2011 but she decided to make her  grand debut two days earlier than the due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCC5SWHPnlw/TqTgtdMMrrI/AAAAAAAACqE/oF8dC_YZLxo/s1600/IMG-20110928-00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCC5SWHPnlw/TqTgtdMMrrI/AAAAAAAACqE/oF8dC_YZLxo/s200/IMG-20110928-00056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666901302673452722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It  all started on the morning of 26th September 2011. It was about 4am  when i woke up and went to the toilet. I noticed a stain on my  pantyliner. I've read that if you notice a stain (brownish/bloody  discharge) it could be a sign of an early labor. however i just brushed  it off as i did not feel any contractions. i went back to bed and tried  to get back to sleep. but i can't. my mind has started to wonder, could  it be a sign? i tossed and turned until azan subuh and i felt something  down there. nope, not a trickle or a gush of water but it felt like when  you're having your period. i went to the toilet again and saw bloody  stain on my pantyliner. oh my! i panicked a bit and i woke my husband up  and told him. he asked me, 'so macamana? u nak pergi kerja dulu ke  camne?' what the? no way i'm going to the office kan?? i told him that  perhaps we should go to the hospital. i texted my parents who were in  Sabah for my brother's wedding reception. i also texted my sis. after  making myself a mug of Anmum Materna and Milo for hubby, we then left  the house at about 645am. i told hubby that it's best that we leave  early before the morning rush. we then checked in at the hospital and i  was asked to go straight to the labor room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsavtlbIFno/TqTgtHt6t2I/AAAAAAAACp8/lHp0h52bJWw/s1600/SAM_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SsavtlbIFno/TqTgtHt6t2I/AAAAAAAACp8/lHp0h52bJWw/s200/SAM_1724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666901296909301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NF6ArssNsC0/TqTiZrLkYLI/AAAAAAAACrQ/YfI0cYk-apc/s1600/IMG-20110926-00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NF6ArssNsC0/TqTiZrLkYLI/AAAAAAAACrQ/YfI0cYk-apc/s200/IMG-20110926-00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666903161854779570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPGTPh6rhdM/TqTiZe4khAI/AAAAAAAACrA/J84B9FaB8k4/s1600/IMG-20110926-00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPGTPh6rhdM/TqTiZe4khAI/AAAAAAAACrA/J84B9FaB8k4/s200/IMG-20110926-00010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666903158553871362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i  must admit that it is kinda scary seeing all the machines beside me.  alhamdulillah i have never been admitted to any hospital before so  seeing all these machines and gadgets did make me nervous. in addition, i  was nervous thinking about giving birth itself. a nurse then checked  (by checked, i mean 'seluk') to see if i have dilated. now i know what  and how 'seluk' feels like! oh, i was once 'seluk-ed' by my gynae during  the 38 weeks check up. it was not exactly painful but it was definitely  one of the most uncomfortable feeling i've ever had. of course, i hated  it when being 'seluk-ed'! the nurse said that i was 2cm dilated and  after confirming with the doctor, she said that i can be admitted  straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCPXFVr5y6c/TqTe5LeOBGI/AAAAAAAACpw/rwKANAXkJzA/s1600/IMG-20110926-00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCPXFVr5y6c/TqTe5LeOBGI/AAAAAAAACpw/rwKANAXkJzA/s200/IMG-20110926-00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666899305052374114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1hpzgMV5AU/TqTe3vqO8RI/AAAAAAAACpA/YTEj53W1BK8/s1600/IMG-20110926-00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1hpzgMV5AU/TqTe3vqO8RI/AAAAAAAACpA/YTEj53W1BK8/s200/IMG-20110926-00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666899280406704402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luckily  they did not ask us to go home and return later when the contractions  are regular. traffic in KL itself is unpredictable so i'd rather get  stuck at the hospital than elsewhere. i was then asked to fill in some  forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87LLh86GizI/TqTe392HsMI/AAAAAAAACpM/b0KbIMwokBU/s1600/IMG-20110926-00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87LLh86GizI/TqTe392HsMI/AAAAAAAACpM/b0KbIMwokBU/s200/IMG-20110926-00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666899284214657218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwqsCITx49Y/TqTe4WceoGI/AAAAAAAACpY/XS3aSp0ZA1Y/s1600/IMG-20110926-00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwqsCITx49Y/TqTe4WceoGI/AAAAAAAACpY/XS3aSp0ZA1Y/s200/IMG-20110926-00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666899290817994850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then  they served me breakfast. after that i went down and accompanied hubby  to have his breakfast. after that, we just chilled in the labour room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXq96ELjF0I/TqTkJeYcHhI/AAAAAAAACsM/d0ZTAT3KT-o/s1600/SAM_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aF_041Yg0E/TqTw_ffmlqI/AAAAAAAACt8/WPhK2VM4qmw/s1600/IMG-20110926-00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8aF_041Yg0E/TqTw_ffmlqI/AAAAAAAACt8/WPhK2VM4qmw/s200/IMG-20110926-00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666919204715402914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueAgZr15N2A/TqTe4ls57sI/AAAAAAAACpk/g64NKBXTWBg/s1600/IMG-20110926-00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueAgZr15N2A/TqTe4ls57sI/AAAAAAAACpk/g64NKBXTWBg/s200/IMG-20110926-00024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666899294913425090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my  parents were supposed to stay in KK until Wednesday but they took a  flight back on Monday upon hearing that i was admitted. they arrived at  PCMC at about 5pm. by this time, i was transferred to the normal room  because i was not in active labor yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwmLqxUmCuU/TqTguDe0xpI/AAAAAAAACqc/H_UjtYn-egw/s1600/SAM_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CwmLqxUmCuU/TqTguDe0xpI/AAAAAAAACqc/H_UjtYn-egw/s200/SAM_1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666901312952125074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcE7-ZCGhjQ/TqTgtt2V9oI/AAAAAAAACqU/dv6IXhLMleM/s1600/IMG-20110926-00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcE7-ZCGhjQ/TqTgtt2V9oI/AAAAAAAACqU/dv6IXhLMleM/s200/IMG-20110926-00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666901307145188994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;later  at about 8ish i went to have a walk around the hospital to help ease  labor and to help dilate. my sis told me to go and walk around and don't  just sit or lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFc1-xQ-I8U/TqT78HFHk-I/AAAAAAAACuY/qLnylvhhx7I/s1600/IMG-20110926-00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFc1-xQ-I8U/TqT78HFHk-I/AAAAAAAACuY/qLnylvhhx7I/s200/IMG-20110926-00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666931241250165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRro2_X7JDU/TqTguLeuBJI/AAAAAAAACqs/JPmOq66ad7Y/s1600/IMG-20110926-00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRro2_X7JDU/TqTguLeuBJI/AAAAAAAACqs/JPmOq66ad7Y/s200/IMG-20110926-00042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666901315099165842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebM1cbsoWGA/TqT770Xq4sI/AAAAAAAACuI/RoTGvlfLmWE/s1600/IMG-20110926-00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ebM1cbsoWGA/TqT770Xq4sI/AAAAAAAACuI/RoTGvlfLmWE/s200/IMG-20110926-00032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666931236227703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VX99D0rGF0/TqTiZDf0dNI/AAAAAAAACq4/TeJ81uaUELw/s1600/IMG-20110926-00040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3VX99D0rGF0/TqTiZDf0dNI/AAAAAAAACq4/TeJ81uaUELw/s200/IMG-20110926-00040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666903151202301138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Qaz3kqJpng/TqT79DikR9I/AAAAAAAACu4/UzV7wYeAhdA/s1600/IMG-20110926-00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Qaz3kqJpng/TqT79DikR9I/AAAAAAAACu4/UzV7wYeAhdA/s200/IMG-20110926-00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666931257479808978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in  between walks, i had to stop every time the contraction comes. i had to  hold my kain so that it does not fall down. seriously, until today i  still have no idea how to tie a kain batik! i tied with a rubber band  and also used a pin to keep it together. hmpph. at about 11ish, the  contractions became regular and it started to become unbearable that i  called the nurse. after being seluk-ed yet again and being given the  medicine to move the bowel, eventually, i was wheeled into the labor  room at 1am. i was about 4cm dilated then (ONLY??). then the nurse gave  me an injection called pethidine i think, which was given on my  butt/thigh area and i managed to sleep for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsk2aVdE1nk/TqTiaW8Uy-I/AAAAAAAACrY/TbnqXWbV83U/s1600/SAM_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qsk2aVdE1nk/TqTiaW8Uy-I/AAAAAAAACrY/TbnqXWbV83U/s200/SAM_1740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666903173602003938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i  then woke up probably around subuh when the contractions were becoming   intolerable and unbearable. i told hubby, that's it, i want epidural.   the nurse seluk-ed me again and i was only 6cm dilated OMG. all these   hours and only 6 freaking cm?? you gotta be kidding me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kgXzyZWBLE/TqTkIggIVWI/AAAAAAAACr0/h5DzwdTiWH8/s1600/SAM_1744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kgXzyZWBLE/TqTkIggIVWI/AAAAAAAACr0/h5DzwdTiWH8/s200/SAM_1744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666905065953711458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this  was when epidural was being administered. actually one has to be seated  for it to be done but i just couldn't bring myself to sit up. it was  just too painful that i clung on the side of the bed. i heard all the  fuss, all the noise but i did not open my eyes at all. i just let them  do whatever they're supposed to do. hubby was asked to read the  disclaimer/consent form to me and i scolded him because i felt annoyed. i  didn't know that he was supposed to read it aloud to me LOL. i heard  the anesthesiologist said that sometimes the epidural won't work if it's  being administered sideways but he said he'll do it anyway since i  can't bring myself to sit up. i felt whatever was being done to me and  after seeing this pic, then only i know how the anesthesiologist look  like. after the epidural, it was like a miracle. phewww! why didn't i  take it earlier?? (knocked myself on the head). after the epidural, i  felt really cold that i started to shiver. i also  felt a bit nauseous.  even though i could not feel the contractions, i  can still feel the  pressure waist down. at about 7am, the doctor came and broke my water  and said that the baby has pooped inside the womb and it is a sign of  fetal distress and the baby's heart rate may slow down or drop. she  asked if i wanted to go for c-section but i refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ifk-7GvflcI/TqTlNqGjGmI/AAAAAAAACs0/hiNHGGvd42o/s1600/IMG-20110927-00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ifk-7GvflcI/TqTlNqGjGmI/AAAAAAAACs0/hiNHGGvd42o/s200/IMG-20110927-00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666906253941742178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcE7-ZCGhjQ/TqTgtt2V9oI/AAAAAAAACqU/dv6IXhLMleM/s1600/IMG-20110926-00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;at  about 1pm the nurse came and seluk-ed me and she said 'alhamdulillah,  dah 9 cm!" i was soooo relieved upon hearing that. it means that i will  be delivering soon. at about 1ish, the doctor and nurses came and they  started prepping the room. they pulled out the place for you to put your  legs on and they prepared the area for the baby. i was nervous yet  anxious and i told myself, ok this is it! it all happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_n-rZjtkRY/TqTiaaDwrKI/AAAAAAAACrs/qSU7w8zYPxU/s1600/SAM_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_n-rZjtkRY/TqTiaaDwrKI/AAAAAAAACrs/qSU7w8zYPxU/s200/SAM_1741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666903174438497442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i  then started pushing with the assistance of the nurse who told me when  to push and when the contractions are coming since i can't feel it due  to the epidural. hubby was asked to support my head. there was also two  handles for me to hold on when pushing. kinda reminded me of those  handles that you see on rides at amusement parks. hubby also helped to  count and at the same time he was in awe and amazed at the whole process  that he hardly supported my head, which resulted in my neck feeling  strained. at one point, i scolded him (again) and said, "you support la  kepala i!!" ohhh my poor hubby hehe. after several pushes, the baby  still did not pop out. hubby said "dah nampak kepala dah!" the doctor  and nurses said "good job! you're doing good" and all those words of  encouragement. however the baby's head kinda got stuck at the 'door'. at  one point i even said to the doctor and nurses, "kalau good then kenapa  tak keluar2 jugak??" after several more pushes, the baby still did not  pop so the doctor said that if by the next pushes the baby is still not  out, she will have to assist with vacuum. hubby and i said ok. i mean,  whatever, i just want the baby out already! the next minute, the doctor  used a kiwi vacuum and i moments later the baby was put on my chest. the  moment the baby was put on my chest, both hubby and i broke into tears.  phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q33fnLYeYps/TqTkI7ugSYI/AAAAAAAACsA/6noFy5L0NdQ/s1600/SAM_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q33fnLYeYps/TqTkI7ugSYI/AAAAAAAACsA/6noFy5L0NdQ/s200/SAM_1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666905073261758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;btw  the pediatrician was already on stand by because the baby has pooped  inside the womb. hubby did not cut the umbilical cord as everything  happened so fast and the next minute, they brought the baby to the baby  area and the pediatrician immediately checked on her to make sure that  the baby did not swallow the poop. after the pediatrician has checked  and sucked whatever it is in her mouth and nose, then only we heard the  first cry, which was music to our ears. by this time, i couldn't care  less what was happening 'down there' but i can feel the placenta being  birthed which felt like warm gush of liquid. the doctor then stitched me  up. i can't exactly feel it but i can feel the tugging all right. i  asked the doctor how many stitches but she simply answered, "don't  worry, not many." ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYyyKy1FYI8/TqTkJqu00RI/AAAAAAAACsY/fuAJWvFlsPI/s1600/SAM_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MYyyKy1FYI8/TqTkJqu00RI/AAAAAAAACsY/fuAJWvFlsPI/s200/SAM_1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666905085879570706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cohhXz36a3I/TqTkKOF82kI/AAAAAAAACsg/W8gLqKe94k4/s1600/SAM_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cohhXz36a3I/TqTkKOF82kI/AAAAAAAACsg/W8gLqKe94k4/s200/SAM_1752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666905095371807298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;while  the baby was being cleaned, a few nurses also helped clean me up,  change my gown and wiped my body. hubby then azan the baby and after  everything was done, she was finally put in my arms. i can't believe i  am holding my own flesh and blood. it was overwhelming. when both of us  are ready, i was wheeled back into my room. i felt very very tired that  no words can describe it. i can't even bring myself to hold a piece of  kurma, which i ate just before being wheeled back. my parents and  hubby's godfather were waiting in the room and they asked me to eat and  drink but i was too weak to even hold the sandwich. i can hear their  conversation but i was too weak to open my eyes. i had some red spots on  my face due to the strain i put on my face when i push. apparently the  tiny blood vessels popped when i pushed. thankfully they subsided in a  few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-039t55Yc-Jc/TqTlOY8yKnI/AAAAAAAACtM/l3dGdNJ5Y38/s1600/IMG_9579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-039t55Yc-Jc/TqTlOY8yKnI/AAAAAAAACtM/l3dGdNJ5Y38/s200/IMG_9579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666906266517252722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCPXFVr5y6c/TqTe5LeOBGI/AAAAAAAACpw/rwKANAXkJzA/s1600/IMG-20110926-00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vUuFBM7pnc/TqTlOoo7-FI/AAAAAAAACtY/MKJ3TEKpC_A/s1600/IMG_9577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vUuFBM7pnc/TqTlOoo7-FI/AAAAAAAACtY/MKJ3TEKpC_A/s200/IMG_9577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666906270728976466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my  parents checking out their brand new granddaughter. they now have a  pair of grandchildren, one boy (my sister's child) and mine, a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUxSjl0mF8Y/TqTlN4VLFHI/AAAAAAAACtE/N9AjnjIKBtg/s1600/SAM_1794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUxSjl0mF8Y/TqTlN4VLFHI/AAAAAAAACtE/N9AjnjIKBtg/s200/SAM_1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666906257761178738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so  there goes my birth story. Irene Dalia Rizal binti Mohamad Rizal was  safely born on Tuesday, 27th September 2011, weighing in at 2.93kg and  48cm at 2.17 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF6L1p9HRZQ/TqTnDchHgpI/AAAAAAAACtw/N03iXj5k9Zg/s1600/SAM_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF6L1p9HRZQ/TqTnDchHgpI/AAAAAAAACtw/N03iXj5k9Zg/s200/SAM_1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666908277519647378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It  was not really an easy delivery and not quite an easy pregnancy,   especially in the first trimester but all i can say is alhamdulillah,   praise to Allah for giving me this opportunity to experience all this   and for giving us a healthy baby girl, our own flesh and blood. we are  now a little family.&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/6736795131404720750-3200378787014702753?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RW2MVSZa63E/Tm7aMX8eymI/AAAAAAAACnw/yxfi_GieNhA/s200/DSC03273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694488517528162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;puff pastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv6IwpSC-GQ/Tm7aMcun_vI/AAAAAAAACn4/lROxnfslaA8/s1600/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lv6IwpSC-GQ/Tm7aMcun_vI/AAAAAAAACn4/lROxnfslaA8/s200/DSC03274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694489801588466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i read the pastry's instructions and it said to put in any fillings that you want, which includes chocolate chips. so i raided the kitchen cabinet and found chocolate chips and almond nibs which was supposed to be made into chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD0XDwAeox4/Tm7aMhv2ePI/AAAAAAAACoA/LcxcbM5jVU0/s1600/DSC03275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xD0XDwAeox4/Tm7aMhv2ePI/AAAAAAAACoA/LcxcbM5jVU0/s200/DSC03275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694491148908786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mixed the two ingredients in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cVp5r9tmEs/Tm7aMtWzDgI/AAAAAAAACoI/CTwnfy7-pVs/s1600/DSC03276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4cVp5r9tmEs/Tm7aMtWzDgI/AAAAAAAACoI/CTwnfy7-pVs/s200/DSC03276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694494265052674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i stuffed them into a puff pastry and folded them into such a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RELCjQUaESg/Tm7am6eLFMI/AAAAAAAACog/J2wzOavqEIY/s1600/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RELCjQUaESg/Tm7am6eLFMI/AAAAAAAACog/J2wzOavqEIY/s200/DSC03279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694944462247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am sure you noticed that they are not of the same size. this is because i simply did it. i baked them in a preheated oven until they are golden brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6dlslBQKC0/Tm7anOBN9eI/AAAAAAAACow/hQTtJ114th0/s1600/DSC03281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6dlslBQKC0/Tm7anOBN9eI/AAAAAAAACow/hQTtJ114th0/s200/DSC03281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694949709510114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was some leftover chocolate icing in the fridge so i melted them and poured them onto the pastry. i also dusted some icing sugar on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC6V0zhVphg/Tm7aMy9HH1I/AAAAAAAACoQ/bEN4-f5DMtE/s1600/DSC03277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KC6V0zhVphg/Tm7aMy9HH1I/AAAAAAAACoQ/bEN4-f5DMtE/s200/DSC03277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694495767928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as for the rest of the puff pastry, i decided to do something savoury so i boiled some sausages in the microwave and cut the pastry into halves, diagonally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWBqJUNw904/Tm7am1bBJzI/AAAAAAAACoY/yRkbchW2SLw/s1600/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWBqJUNw904/Tm7am1bBJzI/AAAAAAAACoY/yRkbchW2SLw/s200/DSC03278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694943106836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWBqJUNw904/Tm7am1bBJzI/AAAAAAAACoY/yRkbchW2SLw/s1600/DSC03278.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after the sausages are cooked, i cut them into half and rolled them into the puff pastry and arranged them on a tray. i then brushed them with egg.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46dyvetg9H8/Tm7anLlAcbI/AAAAAAAACoo/7bmL-U_gkWQ/s1600/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46dyvetg9H8/Tm7anLlAcbI/AAAAAAAACoo/7bmL-U_gkWQ/s200/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694949054312882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bake until golden brown.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99dhUjeJsJE/Tm7anSntV2I/AAAAAAAACo4/qOPG1KN4G4I/s1600/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99dhUjeJsJE/Tm7anSntV2I/AAAAAAAACo4/qOPG1KN4G4I/s200/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651694950944692066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tea time snack. one is sweet, one is savoury. next time i want to try a different filling.&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/6736795131404720750-3306501329910937025?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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check it out on the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shaelaiza.blogspot.com/2011/08/minted-giveaway-winner.html"&gt;http://shaelaiza.blogspot.com/2011/08/minted-giveaway-winner.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, once you start to win something, you will be more and more interested and eager to enter more and more contests. yeah i entered a Dutch Lady contest, a Nescafe contest, Tropicana Twister contest. you name it, i probably have submitted my entry. no harm in trying, right?&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/6736795131404720750-253172607119229276?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ei78EdA9RJo/TmMfc0BtRXI/AAAAAAAACeg/PGk2z5k9ipU/s200/SAM_1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648392937515337074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i wanted to make creme caramel but i already bought the ingredients to make trifle. so creme caramel shall be put on hold. trifle is really easy to make. i made it on the eve of raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJNbfPu2eUo/TmMcMxfSK3I/AAAAAAAACdw/C6p_WkCwH_Y/s1600/DSC03252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJNbfPu2eUo/TmMcMxfSK3I/AAAAAAAACdw/C6p_WkCwH_Y/s200/DSC03252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389363421293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first, mix 3 tablespoons of custard powder with 2 tablespoons sugar and 3 cups of fresh milk. cook on low fire until it thickens. make sure to stir it constantly to prevent it from curdling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkbHsbJqkus/TmMcNC0OBVI/AAAAAAAACeA/ZBEiZkgvRTE/s1600/DSC03254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkbHsbJqkus/TmMcNC0OBVI/AAAAAAAACeA/ZBEiZkgvRTE/s200/DSC03254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389368072504658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the same time, prepare instant jelly. there are a lot of brands out there. prepare it according to the instructions. i used strawberry flavoured jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbc4ToMrcjc/TmMcM_aopRI/AAAAAAAACdo/Hpy6Ec6_5Aw/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbc4ToMrcjc/TmMcM_aopRI/AAAAAAAACdo/Hpy6Ec6_5Aw/s200/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389367159891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go to your nearest bakery and buy a swiss roll cake. it is up to you to use whatever flavour you want but i'd prefer vanilla than chocolate or pandan or orange. but that day, only chocolate and pandan was available so we bought chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uvruXX8o_8/TmMcNF7uv6I/AAAAAAAACd4/vrVdgadKTvk/s1600/DSC03253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uvruXX8o_8/TmMcNF7uv6I/AAAAAAAACd4/vrVdgadKTvk/s200/DSC03253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389368909316002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fruit cocktail. after you have arranged the swiss roll cake in the dish, drench the cake with the syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FwZHpduWnA/TmMcNSvm12I/AAAAAAAACeI/pnDTLgXYW-Q/s1600/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FwZHpduWnA/TmMcNSvm12I/AAAAAAAACeI/pnDTLgXYW-Q/s200/DSC03255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389372348127074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then pour the custard mixture evenly on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UREKNg-ZyAw/TmWkELK_r-I/AAAAAAAACjU/a2GbyqSfAAE/s1600/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UREKNg-ZyAw/TmWkELK_r-I/AAAAAAAACjU/a2GbyqSfAAE/s200/DSC03256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649101699231494114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*edited&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-after you have poured the custard mixture, scatter some of the fruits on the mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ9-QC5UfXs/TmMcbhUR72I/AAAAAAAACeQ/4NiJIIM5uuE/s1600/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQ9-QC5UfXs/TmMcbhUR72I/AAAAAAAACeQ/4NiJIIM5uuE/s200/DSC03257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389616778211170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;repeat the process until you have used up all the ingredients and lastly pour the jelly on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVOEvQnOz-U/TmMcbxpFDqI/AAAAAAAACeY/t3QxYDyJD9o/s1600/DSC03258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVOEvQnOz-U/TmMcbxpFDqI/AAAAAAAACeY/t3QxYDyJD9o/s200/DSC03258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648389621160414882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is best that you use a see through dish so you can see the layers (even though they may not be that neat/pretty). cover with cling film and refrigerate before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irv8EeXZavY/TmMfdGL0bsI/AAAAAAAACeo/5yvW4_MM9Ug/s1600/SAM_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irv8EeXZavY/TmMfdGL0bsI/AAAAAAAACeo/5yvW4_MM9Ug/s200/SAM_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648392942389587650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkbHsbJqkus/TmMcNC0OBVI/AAAAAAAACeA/ZBEiZkgvRTE/s1600/DSC03254.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;trifle served on the first day of raya. i did not get to eat much of my trifle on the first day of raya because i was too busy entertaining and cleaning up and whatnot. i only managed to taste a bit, which was given by my lil bro. lil bro also loved it and requested me to make it for the second time. this time, i bought a butter block cake to substitute with the swiss roll cake because i could not find a vanilla swiss roll cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HvsfNTM5lnQ/TmMgHZnLfKI/AAAAAAAACew/K9cORi7O8io/s1600/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will be on leave for the whole of next week AND on 8 &amp;amp; 9 September as well. I am due for my next check-up on the 8th and my brother is getting married on the 9th. How can I go to work, right? that means i've 3 days to prepare the submission? No way am I taking back the file and slave over the submission during Raya. Hell to the No! Oh well, I might as well ask for an extension of time.
&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough venting about work. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; and holiday mood has definitely kicked in. Not much preparation has been done, even though this will be our first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; together, officially as husband &amp;amp; wife. What matters the most is that we have each other and we have our families &amp;amp; loved ones to celebrate with. I will be carrying around a bump and I hope I will be carrying it in style. Speaking of which, finding a decent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju raya&lt;/span&gt; this year proves to be more challenging than ever. I made 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju kurung moden&lt;/span&gt; which I've yet to pick up and the tailor has been pestering me to collect for I may need to do some alteration. I was 6months+ when I took the measurement and I am sure there needs to be some minor, if not major alteration. I tried to find a nice kaftan or maxi but none are to my liking. OK, i like a lot of maxis and kaftans that I saw but the price is simply ridiculous. So scrap that. I finally managed to find a nice flowy kaftan top, in the colour that I wanted which I will simply pair with a simple long black skirt. In this condition, comfort comes first. Besides, it can be worn after delivery as well. I don't want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; which only looks good during pregnancy. I sure don't want to look frumpy or pregnant when I am not later on.
&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to wish you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&lt;/span&gt;. Have a good time with your loved ones, cherish everyone around you, be safe &amp;amp; stay safe wherever you are and may Allah bless all of us.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACquieZtRYs/TlH1vpXfjbI/AAAAAAAACdg/7sgZCs8QaCg/s1600/cleaning12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACquieZtRYs/TlH1vpXfjbI/AAAAAAAACdg/7sgZCs8QaCg/s200/cleaning12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643562006978989490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've also washed the pillowcase, bolster case and mattress sheet and air-dryed the pillows, bolsters, comforter and bumper pad out in the sun. the anticipation is building up...
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2qd33xkcKU/Tkzfb8XhgGI/AAAAAAAACdI/86iuSX0j5lM/s1600/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W2qd33xkcKU/Tkzfb8XhgGI/AAAAAAAACdI/86iuSX0j5lM/s200/DSC03148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130104342642786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway last week i was craving for something sweet so i bought 200gms of the cookies. my favourites are:
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oSxVewrWAYM/Tkzfb2bPgnI/AAAAAAAACdA/eHMHxJpA5B8/s1600/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oSxVewrWAYM/Tkzfb2bPgnI/AAAAAAAACdA/eHMHxJpA5B8/s200/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130102747628146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double Chocolate Chip Cookies with Pecan Nut. they are the black ones.
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&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/-qGWTxk2fSDY/TkzfplX0MaI/AAAAAAAACdQ/FQyXm9LLSPE/s1600/DSC03151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGWTxk2fSDY/TkzfplX0MaI/AAAAAAAACdQ/FQyXm9LLSPE/s200/DSC03151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130338688020898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Chip Macadamia Nut&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just love anything with nuts in it and Macadamia Nuts are huge! but just look at the piece above. it is flat and it contains no Macadamia Nut at all. and not only this one piece but a few other pieces also have no Macadamia Nut in it. I was frustrated. I mean, where the heck are the nuts?? I feel cheated. pffft.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFnwyrWJbBo/Tkzfbo9jh5I/AAAAAAAACc4/VmTRbuK7Wgg/s1600/DSC03146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SFnwyrWJbBo/Tkzfbo9jh5I/AAAAAAAACc4/VmTRbuK7Wgg/s200/DSC03146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130099133450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mERfaDvz7lM/TkzfbW1VPQI/AAAAAAAACco/FWV2aAd4GnE/s1600/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mERfaDvz7lM/TkzfbW1VPQI/AAAAAAAACco/FWV2aAd4GnE/s200/DSC03144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130094267120898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFV026GLb40/TkzfbjgAHCI/AAAAAAAACcw/650MkOMy2VY/s1600/DSC03145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NFV026GLb40/TkzfbjgAHCI/AAAAAAAACcw/650MkOMy2VY/s200/DSC03145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642130097667316770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, this one is even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lompong&lt;/span&gt;! i suppose the nut has fallen off from the cookie when I bought it. i looked for it in the bag but it's nowhere to be found. OK but at least I know this piece had a nut in it but what about those flat ones? No sign of nuts at all! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geram&lt;/span&gt;!
&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed that some Famous Amos sell by the bags. for example, if I buy 200gms (100gms of each flavour) they put it in separate bags, even though I asked for it to be mixed together. However, some places can mix the cookies together in one bag. What the? I'd prefer them to be mixed because 1st, I am doing my part for the environment. 2nd, I like the element of 'surprise' when I dig into the bag not knowing which one I will get. 3rd, they are of the same price anyway so why can't they be mixed? hmmphhh.
&lt;br /&gt;I used to bake  chocolate chip cookies for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; but I am not sure if this year I will be baking any simply because I am not in the mood (yet) and perhaps I'm just being plain lazy?
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&lt;br /&gt;phew~
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 1&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Back in June during my bestie’s wedding, a few of our friends said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;‘Eh you Nampak kurus lah…muka you nampak runcing’&lt;/span&gt;. That time I was 5month+, almost 6 months pregnant. I told them it’s probably because I had a terrible morning sickness in the first trimester that I lost 3kgs.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 2&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hubby’s cousin said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;‘Awak punya muka runcing lah. Perut pun tak berapa nampak. Baby boy ye?’ &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 3&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;In the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; week of fasting, my mum and dad also said that I looked like I’ve lost weight and my face looked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cengkung&lt;/span&gt;. They asked if I was eating well. I told them it’s probably because I’m tired, I’ve no make up on that time (thus the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pucat &lt;/span&gt;look) and probably because it’s the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; few days of fasting. They told me not to fast if I am not up to it.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 4&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I went for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berbuka&lt;/span&gt; at hubby’s aunt’s place, she asked me how far along I was. I said I was 7months+ and she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;‘Kecik ye perut awak? Muka pun nampak runcing. Biasanya orang pregnant time ni muka dah sembab2, pipi semua naik.’ &lt;/span&gt;Aiyoh, I don’t know what to answer. I just said, ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;tu lah, sebab puasa kot.&lt;/span&gt;’
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 5&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into a friend in Court and she asked me how far along I was. Told her I’m already 8months and she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;‘Tak nampak macam 8 bulan pun? Perut tak nampak besar pun.’ &lt;/span&gt;Yeah. I just smiled and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;‘Ok lah, kalau besar2 nanti susah nak beranak pulak. Tak larat nak bawak perut nanti.’&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incident 6&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me a message on fb and said that my tummy looks small and she even asked me if I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;jaga makan&lt;/span&gt; when pregnant. Of course I did not. Before the fasting month, I just don’t feel hungry and I don’t snack in between meals. I simply eat regular meals.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The evidences above are clear. Somehow rather it made me worried. Now is not the time when I want to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;runcing, kurus &lt;/span&gt;or lose weight. I should be gaining weight! At the last check up, I did not gain any weight but the baby was already 1.3kg and the doctor said that the baby is developing well. My check up isn’t until next week and I don’t know whether I’ve been gaining any weight or not as I did not weigh myself. And I’ve been fasting too, except for 2 days which I’ve skipped. Should I continue fasting even though I feel fine? Or should I not? If I fast and wait until the next check up to know mine &amp;amp; baby’s condition, will it not be a bit too late? A lot of people advised me against fasting though. But then, I feel fine and the baby is active and kicking me real hard that my tummy looks like a mini washing machine tumbling around.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Am I worrying a bit too much especially after those remarks &amp;amp; comments from the people I know?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/69/69320vk66faokl5.gif" border="0" height="275" width="87" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Or should I ignore and enjoy every last bit of the pregnancy?
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pirates of the carribean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;transformers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;captain america (courtesy of BIL)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;harry potter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cowboys &amp;amp; aliens (which i watched last night courtesy of lil bro who got tix to the premiere)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;these are the movies that i remember. i am sure there are a few more. and this does not happen when i'm pregnant. this has happened ever since, forever. to say that the cinema seat is comfortable, i don't think so. to say that the environment is conducive for sleeping, hell no. it is just me.
&lt;br /&gt;i also fell asleep watching dvds with hubby at home, especially his kind of movies. but come chick flick or cartoon, i will be most awake. haha. speaking of which, i can't wait to watch Puss In Boots and Smurfs. i know i will definitely be glued to these two movies.
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This year is the first Ramadhan for us as husband &amp;amp; wife and it is a great feeling. This year also is the first time for me fasting and being pregnant at the same time. I am already in the 3rd trimester and it is perfectly safe for me to fast, as per my doctor. However, in the event that I am not up to it, I can always break fast. But I am trying to fast for as long as I can and for as many days as I can. It is still too early to tell because it has only been 5 days (including today). But alhamdulillah, all is fine so far, except that i felt extremely sleepy during the day, which I think is normal regardless whether you are fasting or not. Yesterday, I went to the Shah Alam Court and on the way back, I felt so sleepy that i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;close to stopping by at McD's drive thru and get myself a GCB or a milkshake. yums. however, I gave it a thought and managed to refrain myself from doing so. I was not hungry nor thirsty. I was also not feeling nauseous or dizzy or having any other symptoms that require me to break fast. I was merely sleepy that I need to put something in my mouth to keep me awake. That, I think is not a valid nor justified reason for me to break fast. I can't use the excuse of being pregnant to break fast when in fact I was very sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;In preparation of Ramadhan, we bought a microwave oven for the purposes of reheating food. No way I’m gonna reheat a small portion of food in a pot and having to wash it later. Too much work. We were lucky that on the 1st day of Ramadhan, we break fast at my BIL's house where my MIL cooked. We even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapaued lauk&lt;/span&gt; from her for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur&lt;/span&gt; the next day. 2nd Ramadhan, we break fast at my parents' place. Also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tapaued&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauk&lt;/span&gt;. On the 3rd Ramadhan, I told hubby, OK today we are gonna break fast at our place, just the two of us. I was too lazy to go anywhere and I've got tons of laundry to do. So on Wednesday, being the first time cooking for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berbuka&lt;/span&gt; with hubby this year, I just had to cook something. I left the office at 5pm and by 530pm, I was already home. I immediately went into the kitchen and cooked a few dishes. It's nothing extravagant but at least it is my own cooking. I've been wanting to eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onde-onde&lt;/span&gt; since day 1 so i asked hubby to go buy some while i continued cooking.&lt;br /&gt;So what did we have for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berbuka&lt;/span&gt; that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYEz8bTSAJI/TjtLmy34VaI/AAAAAAAACS8/NfkVYVaPYL8/s1600/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYEz8bTSAJI/TjtLmy34VaI/AAAAAAAACS8/NfkVYVaPYL8/s200/DSC03124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182488447571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quite a spread for 2 persons, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LGlipfvQSc/TjtLnwhNYeI/AAAAAAAACTE/kYHW8AilJSw/s1600/DSC03125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LGlipfvQSc/TjtLnwhNYeI/AAAAAAAACTE/kYHW8AilJSw/s200/DSC03125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182504995480034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan kembung rebus masak cili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6S48hj8iB8/TjtLocGqOCI/AAAAAAAACTU/MetYQfyY4fs/s1600/DSC03127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6S48hj8iB8/TjtLocGqOCI/AAAAAAAACTU/MetYQfyY4fs/s200/DSC03127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182516695283746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bendi &amp;amp; cendawan &lt;/span&gt;stir fry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcRT-AwRlh8/TjtLoPUynNI/AAAAAAAACTM/cwBBhNqB1Vw/s1600/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcRT-AwRlh8/TjtLoPUynNI/AAAAAAAACTM/cwBBhNqB1Vw/s200/DSC03126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182513264893138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daging masak kicap with potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxbyes-l2Uw/TjtLoWriHkI/AAAAAAAACTc/mnTQ11aRRR8/s1600/DSC03128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jxbyes-l2Uw/TjtLoWriHkI/AAAAAAAACTc/mnTQ11aRRR8/s200/DSC03128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182515239329346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;hubby bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sup kambing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MtXDToOg9I/TjtLuCLutvI/AAAAAAAACTk/c-1HXVOiUPs/s1600/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MtXDToOg9I/TjtLuCLutvI/AAAAAAAACTk/c-1HXVOiUPs/s200/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637182612816443122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan tempoyak-tapau &lt;/span&gt;from my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alhamdulillah. however, so far, i've not performed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terawih&lt;/span&gt; prayers yet as i will be short of breath, semput and i feel so uncomfortable after eating. i did not eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much but everytime i eat, i will feel breathless, thanks to my growing baby. any position i sit is not comfortable. *sigh* i hope i will be able to go through this holy month without any problems and insyaallah, i hope to fast for the whole month. may this holy month of Ramadhan bring blessings to all of us and may all our prayers are answered by Allah swt.&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/6736795131404720750-8687474224845786352?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SySLzFSAuq4/TjYOOnwp0rI/AAAAAAAACRs/ceZi-_HQ3oU/s200/DSC03119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707628054762162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, as we all know, Midvalley on a weekend is madness so imagine going there on a weekend, when an exhibition/expo is held. double the madness, i kid you not! traffic was crazy, as usual. it was literally a bumper to bumper crawl. wait, make that a standstill. most parking bays were full and we almost went to park at the Premier Zone at The Gardens but luckily there were a few bays available at Zone U, The Gardens. it took us almost an hour to get to parking, at 7th floor. luckily we had banana leaf rice for lunch earlier at Nirwana Maju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfG5On77wio/TjYOOBneUbI/AAAAAAAACRU/FV5nAEuttnk/s1600/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfG5On77wio/TjYOOBneUbI/AAAAAAAACRU/FV5nAEuttnk/s200/DSC03100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707617815712178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we then went straight to the Exhibition Center and it was packed. there were all kinds of belly sizes, all kinds of strollers and it was near impossible to move around. however, we went from one booth to another but our main agenda is to get a cot, a stroller and a car seat for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfPloWw0HlM/TjYOOQ_K6xI/AAAAAAAACRc/tReNN0PKlHs/s1600/DSC03101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfPloWw0HlM/TjYOOQ_K6xI/AAAAAAAACRc/tReNN0PKlHs/s200/DSC03101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707621941635858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, i got distracted and bought several other items for the baby, like this bath cushion. it was the last piece and it only costs RM10. i don't know if it is really necessary but it's RM10 from RM69.90 for a freaking sponge cushion. how can i miss, right? we already have a bath tub, which we bought at IKEA for a mere RM19. but it is just a simple bath tub with no support or special features and whatnot unlike one brand selling at RM169.90. so i guess this sponge cushion is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RMcvW76QCo/TjYOOepZasI/AAAAAAAACRk/XGSaSUb4Xmw/s1600/DSC03111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3RMcvW76QCo/TjYOOepZasI/AAAAAAAACRk/XGSaSUb4Xmw/s200/DSC03111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707625608407746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then i saw a lot of people carrying this purple bag. some were carrying more than 1 bag so i just had to find out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdgdeD5kaT0/TjYS54V5c0I/AAAAAAAACSk/W5y0UTaIudg/s1600/DSC03108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hdgdeD5kaT0/TjYS54V5c0I/AAAAAAAACSk/W5y0UTaIudg/s200/DSC03108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712769286828866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is a brand of disposable diaper, named WHOOPEE. i've never heard of it before and they told me it's a new brand. no wonder they are selling really cheap. unfortunately they don't have in newborn size so i bought a pack for S size and it only costs RM20. i don't know if it's good or not but it's worth a try. besides, it was really cheap for 78 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIHIJFuaWuI/TjYOOm3vq8I/AAAAAAAACR0/vPzsBnDEOTA/s1600/DSC03115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIHIJFuaWuI/TjYOOm3vq8I/AAAAAAAACR0/vPzsBnDEOTA/s200/DSC03115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707627816070082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we went round and round and also bought a bedding set and a newborn pillow. i may need another bedding set, though. one is definitely not enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2DKuT9qXUc/TjYTwrjmBFI/AAAAAAAACS0/RQ-MPMLwsGg/s1600/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L2DKuT9qXUc/TjYTwrjmBFI/AAAAAAAACS0/RQ-MPMLwsGg/s200/DSC03109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635713710747419730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7nliWyFASU/TjYTwdw8utI/AAAAAAAACSs/8SEwGKaghaU/s1600/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7nliWyFASU/TjYTwdw8utI/AAAAAAAACSs/8SEwGKaghaU/s200/DSC03112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635713707045337810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i regretted for not buying the nursing pillow. it was the cheapest among all. the salesperson was very clever, btw. there were about 5 pieces left and she went '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cepat2 tinggal 5 saja, sudah habis&lt;/span&gt;' yada3. hubby said to me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'sekarang dia cakap la 5 pieces, jap lagi sure dia bawak keluar stok baru.'&lt;/span&gt; true enough. the 2nd time we passed by the booth, there were tons of it! but we did not buy it because we haven't done with our rounds yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;konon2 nak survey kot ada yang lagi best &amp;amp; murah&lt;/span&gt;. pffft. i got distracted very easily but hubby made sure that our main agenda is achieved so he dragged me to make sure i keep on track. we wanted to buy this particular car seat but unfortunately it was sold out. sob...sob...we've done our survey for these stuffs so we practically know what we wanted. it's just a matter of making sure that we get a good bargain out of it. we then managed to buy a car seat, of another brand, which is within our budget and it meets our requirement. it is for a newborn right up to 4 years old. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lega!&lt;/span&gt; one item struck off the list. hubby then together with the salesperson went to send the car seat and the few items that i've bought earlier to the car. it sure was a long walk to the car all right.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i made more rounds at the expo. i bought a few items for myself too, like nursing bras, disposable breast pads, nursing tops and maternity panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m4RlvqZhDE/TjYSmJZiudI/AAAAAAAACR8/CAb3ZCaOX_E/s1600/DSC03117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m4RlvqZhDE/TjYSmJZiudI/AAAAAAAACR8/CAb3ZCaOX_E/s200/DSC03117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712430268135890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;benda2 dalam plastik ni tak payah la nak tunjuk, ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmPFS2IxVs8/TjYSmc95mJI/AAAAAAAACSM/0LnFtSO65PI/s1600/DSC03118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmPFS2IxVs8/TjYSmc95mJI/AAAAAAAACSM/0LnFtSO65PI/s200/DSC03118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712435520903314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i only bought 2 nursing tops and 2 nursing sleep bras. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cukup ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbwSzUEaQMU/TjYSmtyTe-I/AAAAAAAACSc/Fews3eQEObg/s1600/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbwSzUEaQMU/TjYSmtyTe-I/AAAAAAAACSc/Fews3eQEObg/s200/DSC03113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712440035671010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those small items were foc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;then we walked and started looking for a cot. we found one which is within our budget and it has additional features like changing table, mobile thingy, night light, music and vibrator. it is also portable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haruslah beli! &lt;/span&gt;we also bought a stroller at a really good price. however, the stroller was out of stock at the expo so we will have to collect it at their shop some time this week. basically we got everything covered. phew! it was a relief. other things that i need is a nursing pillow, another set of bedding and other miscellaneous items, which can be easily obtained anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;we were there from 4ish to 9pm, and they are already starting to close. hubby went first with the salesperson to send the cot to the car while i waddled slowly to The Gardens. by this time, my legs, feet, back and whole body ached like mad but it was worth every bit. i managed to buy a cooling bag at the very last minute too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0F_Phi32o8/TjYSmQlZyCI/AAAAAAAACSU/zpVhJYctMOc/s1600/DSC03114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0F_Phi32o8/TjYSmQlZyCI/AAAAAAAACSU/zpVhJYctMOc/s200/DSC03114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712432196929570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i still need to buy some ice packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we reached home at 11ish and hubby got so excited that he assembled the cot there and then. i heard the noise coming from the room and wondered what the hell was he doing. i thought that we should wait because i don't want the cot to be dusty. but he said he wants to see how easy or not it is to assemble and he said that he was excited. he then asked me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'you tak excited ke?' &lt;/span&gt;well of course i was excited but i was more tired than excited but seeing him all out in the room, it made my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVqECThCeZ8/TjYSmIkGIUI/AAAAAAAACSE/QBr8JM1FUOo/s1600/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NVqECThCeZ8/TjYSmIkGIUI/AAAAAAAACSE/QBr8JM1FUOo/s200/DSC03105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635712430043963714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;overall, we managed to get good bargains at the expo and it was worth it.  now that the major stuffs can be struck off the list, i can now focus on our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; shopping and wait for the baby's arrival, insyaallah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6736795131404720750-3557203455341370659?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We went from Isetan to Robinson to Jusco and Metrojaya. not to mention the stops we made at other shops. anyway, i brought two reusable bags and we bought a 2 liter baby detergent and 2 tubs of baby wipes, among other things at Jusco. we put these two things together in a bag and boy were they heavy! poor hubby had to carry the bag all the way to The Gardens since we parked our car at The Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i don't get the toilets at The Gardens. they have a so-called premier/exclusive toilet where you have to pay RM5 per entry. to me, this is totally ridiculous. even KLCC charged only RM2 for the premier toilets, right? But then, if you have either Isetan or Robinson card, you can enter for free. well, I have both so why am I complaining? I think most people by now already have either, if not both cards. so, I think the toilet has lost its exclusivity. almost everybody can enter. I gave one card to Hubby and I took the other. both of us can enter.&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for Hubby, along came a mother with 3 children in tow. she was carrying her toddler son and two girls, probably aged 4-6 years old followed her. they looked like they were in a rush to go to the toilet. the elder girl was coughing badly and the mother was scolding her. the mother wanted to enter the toilet but then she stopped abruptly, perhaps upon seeing that she had to pay RM5 per entry. suddenly, the elder girl started to vomit. there and then. on the floor. the mother had no plastic whatsoever but the other girl was holding a Chilli's plastic bag, which I assumed they had tapau-ed some food. the elder girl kept on vomiting and the mother, probably out of frustration and panic, started to scold the girl and asked her to stop vomiting. I mean, how can you stop vomiting, right? the younger girl also then started to cough and whined at her mother, which added to her frustration so she told the younger girl to stand far away from them. the girl went and stood near the elevator when she also suddenly vomited. the mother seemed helpless and people were looking (yours truly included). when the younger girl vomited, she then walked to her mother, only to vomit some more, leaving a trail of vomit behind her. poor thing. the mother then simply pull up the elder daughter's dress and wiped her off.&lt;br /&gt;while all this chaos were happening, there are about 2-3 toilet staffs who were at the entrance of the toilet. they were busy talking to themselves, oblivious to what was happening in front of them. in my opinion, they should be more alert and perhaps give an exception to the mother and 3 kids to enter the toilet. if I were the mother, I'd be in difficult situation too. imagine there are four of you and imagine having to pay RM20 for a toilet fee. that is simply outrageous. but then again, if it was an emergency, what the heck, right? the staffs could have been more sympathetic and just let them in and probably just charge the mother. or at least they should offer her a plastic or the garbage can or some tissue paper. the mother could have just taken the Chilli's plastic bag and let the kids vomit in there too. too bad for the food, at least you don't make a mess there.  to think of it, i could have done the same too. the least i can do is offer the mother some tissue papers but i did not. instead, i became the typical Malaysian who just 'watch &amp;amp; stare'. my bad. i felt sorry for the mother. i really do. i imagined myself if i were in her shoes. i hope i will never have to face such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how the whole thing ended because by then, Hubby had already came out of the toilet. serves the toilet staffs right for not helping that they have to clean the floor.&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/6736795131404720750-4516968657418570630?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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or not. looking at the court diary, there won't be many court cases in August so i guess most days will be spent in the office. if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;larat&lt;/span&gt;, i will fast but we shall see how. of course i wish i could fast the whole month of Ramadhan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak payah penat nak ganti nanti, kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RK8OvNlyGe8/Th06iDoKqNI/AAAAAAAACQk/0XndD8fcGMA/s1600/DSC03082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RK8OvNlyGe8/Th06iDoKqNI/AAAAAAAACQk/0XndD8fcGMA/s200/DSC03082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719466046728402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, hubby &amp;amp; i went to a place called Citrus. it is located at 2nd floor, Bangsar Village 2. hubby learned of this place from his friend and he wanted to try it out. so we went there last Friday, the night before the Bersih rally, before heading back to my parents' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4bacTWlY1I/Th06tFOdJAI/AAAAAAAACQ8/7Eo8P1_s81U/s1600/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4bacTWlY1I/Th06tFOdJAI/AAAAAAAACQ8/7Eo8P1_s81U/s200/DSC03085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719655454319618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a844AeQ-9bM/Th06i-IvqtI/AAAAAAAACQ0/cS__-xcAtFw/s1600/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a844AeQ-9bM/Th06i-IvqtI/AAAAAAAACQ0/cS__-xcAtFw/s200/DSC03084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719481752627922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nosbrJWXQzQ/Th06icNmj0I/AAAAAAAACQs/ATni2FHeUwg/s1600/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nosbrJWXQzQ/Th06icNmj0I/AAAAAAAACQs/ATni2FHeUwg/s200/DSC03083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719472646197058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it has a nice and cozy ambiance. the place is rather small but just nice enough for a quiet dining experience. not too many people like Delicious but it may be different on other nights or lunch hour. and it could also due to the Bersih rally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwbMhoc6-pA/Th06hiRWp9I/AAAAAAAACQc/GOa0LBCy4NU/s1600/DSC03079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwbMhoc6-pA/Th06hiRWp9I/AAAAAAAACQc/GOa0LBCy4NU/s200/DSC03079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719457092675538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hubby ate the lamb briyani as his friend told him that the briyani here is delicious. it was indeed delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XI8vusreENQ/Th06hWCxIAI/AAAAAAAACQU/i81Mc2IFXpo/s1600/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XI8vusreENQ/Th06hWCxIAI/AAAAAAAACQU/i81Mc2IFXpo/s200/DSC03078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719453810270210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had the beef burger and it was very nice! the beef patty was thick and juicy and the beef patty is well seasoned. i didn't even put tomato ketchup on my burger because the burger tasted nice as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a844AeQ-9bM/Th06i-IvqtI/AAAAAAAACQ0/cS__-xcAtFw/s1600/DSC03084.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-MnDg8dos/Th06tfqethI/AAAAAAAACRE/-Ii_VgYAZ-c/s1600/DSC03088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP-MnDg8dos/Th06tfqethI/AAAAAAAACRE/-Ii_VgYAZ-c/s200/DSC03088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628719662551184914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were stuffed but i could not resist the desserts and i ordered a slice of red velvet cake to takeaway. i brought home and had the cake while watching dvd. i even gave mum &amp;amp; dad a taste. mum loved it but dad, not so much of a cake person, said 'eeeksss!' when he looked at the colour of the cake. he took one small bite though. the cake was soft, fluffy &amp;amp; spongy, unlike some red velvet cakes that i have tried where the cake is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;padat.&lt;/span&gt; however, you can't hardly taste the cream cheese. the icing was more buttery than cheesy but it is definitely to die for.&lt;br /&gt;i would give this restaurant a 7/10 as we were satisfied with the food. pricing was just like any other cafe. my burger costs less than RM20 so it's not too expensive considering the location of the restaurant. we will definitely go back and this time, i want to try other desserts.&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to be at Bangsar Village 2, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxtGPT4YWEY/Th0-VwNkElI/AAAAAAAACRM/tbOrC2tfVI4/s1600/DSC03076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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My temperature was quite high so after Court, I immediately went to one of the clinics at Solaris Mont Kiara and took an MC. Due to the fever and flu, my nose was runny and stuffy all the time that I can barely sleep, especially at night. That, plus a severe case of coughing too. It was terrible but I was lucky that Hubby was always on my side and he even cooked chicken soup for me and made fresh orange juice for me. however, since I got the fever and flu, I kinda lost my appetite in food. I just don't feel like eating anything and foods just turn me off. I know that I have to eat but I just can't swallow any type of food that it is worrying me. I cooked rice porridge and only managed to eat a few spoonfuls only. However, as of now, I have slowly gained my appetite back and I hope it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though I was down with fever, I already got two tickets to see the Magical Musical, A West End Production at Sunway Lagoon Amphitheatre on 22 June 2011. I won the tickets from &lt;a href="http://allmalaysia.info/2011/05/27/win-passes-to-sunway-lagoons-magical-musicals/"&gt;AllMalaysiaInfo&lt;/a&gt; and I had to collect the tickets from The Star Office. So in the midst of not feeling too well, I just couldn't let go of the show, could I? After all, they are free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxAXBORhWPM/Tg1S4NqbbkI/AAAAAAAACNU/hY1sLFWmJNo/s1600/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxAXBORhWPM/Tg1S4NqbbkI/AAAAAAAACNU/hY1sLFWmJNo/s200/DSC03050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624242635349388866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets had to be collected from  The Star Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59MRPUaAACQ/Tg1S4fQnV5I/AAAAAAAACNc/FeaSry2XqIc/s1600/SAM_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-59MRPUaAACQ/Tg1S4fQnV5I/AAAAAAAACNc/FeaSry2XqIc/s200/SAM_0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624242640072955794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the tickets. price: RM0.00=awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K62algvUeOU/Tg1vyHw__RI/AAAAAAAACOk/LVbYS0eoLyw/s1600/SAM_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K62algvUeOU/Tg1vyHw__RI/AAAAAAAACOk/LVbYS0eoLyw/s200/SAM_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624274416524328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvCYxDuKMg/Tg1S48dRosI/AAAAAAAACNs/IPstOicaok0/s1600/SAM_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvCYxDuKMg/Tg1S48dRosI/AAAAAAAACNs/IPstOicaok0/s200/SAM_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624242647910687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;showtime printed on the tickets were 7pm. i thought, come on, 7pm show on a weekday? went home from work, got ready in a jiffy and rushed to Sunway Lagoon. there was a buggy waiting to take us to the Amphitheatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO6Ka9m3-hY/Tg1S4irsMjI/AAAAAAAACNk/mz7aom5hC7g/s1600/SAM_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xO6Ka9m3-hY/Tg1S4irsMjI/AAAAAAAACNk/mz7aom5hC7g/s200/SAM_0953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624242640991826482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the time we reached, it was about 740pm and the show has already started. we were told that it started at 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIJPX1LTirc/Tg1S5d2-xoI/AAAAAAAACN0/P0oOJEaLOZA/s1600/SAM_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xIJPX1LTirc/Tg1S5d2-xoI/AAAAAAAACN0/P0oOJEaLOZA/s200/SAM_0955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624242656876873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i guess we did not miss much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XRDMded9Y0/Tg1vxk7exXI/AAAAAAAACOU/4a3CMtBc4TU/s1600/SAM_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XRDMded9Y0/Tg1vxk7exXI/AAAAAAAACOU/4a3CMtBc4TU/s200/SAM_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624274407173047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the show was interesting but to be honest, it was nothing to shout about. there were a lot of empty seats probably because it's a wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwoMPwYdiS4/Tg1vx0hhPxI/AAAAAAAACOc/QDhjGDTjr3A/s1600/SAM_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwoMPwYdiS4/Tg1vx0hhPxI/AAAAAAAACOc/QDhjGDTjr3A/s200/SAM_0967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624274411359125266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go watch if you are a fan of West End musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OpuL4KClxY/Tg1vzETKetI/AAAAAAAACO0/nyI_jxG3ck4/s1600/SAM_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OpuL4KClxY/Tg1vzETKetI/AAAAAAAACO0/nyI_jxG3ck4/s200/SAM_0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624274432773749458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the show, which ended at about 930pm, we waited for a train ride back to the main entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F88aTy6_Uow/Tg1vyhY28dI/AAAAAAAACOs/oPPUOovxFQI/s1600/SAM_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F88aTy6_Uow/Tg1vyhY28dI/AAAAAAAACOs/oPPUOovxFQI/s200/SAM_0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624274423402394066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choo choo train&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/6736795131404720750-3154250487990540931?l=izyandarling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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