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i am writing this post on the eve of my first daughter's birthday&lt;br /&gt;
Maya's turning 3 on 13th Dec..which brings me to mind, i am getting that old..&lt;br /&gt;
what has happened in this past months? A lot! I have lost 3 so called friends, i have been making lotsa new friends, i have 2 upcoming sister in laws, cousins in laws and broke lotsa work laws being being just old flamboyant me&lt;br /&gt;
On top of that, Maya's sister Sara has turned 1 which i have been bombarded with the question when are gonna have another kid? dude, i am barely surviving. AT 31, i am still borrowing my dad's money as i am at that low circle of life. Although i am a muslim, i dont believe in praying to Allah in granting me rezeki as i initially thought that everything that has and will happen has been written ahead of me. Boy i was wrong. Allah likes listening to his subjects and therefore i should pray more, succumbed more. Not praying like asking for money from the skies. Pray for happiness, well being, wealth and health, if not for myself just pray for others. Now, aint that grand?! All this while i dont know what teaching i have been listening to but thank Allah, i have been shown the correct path to undertake.&lt;br /&gt;
On top of that, i kinda sorta have this dream job that i have been eying but yet i hate it very much, I don't hate the job, i just hate this one guy who i have to work along with. The thing is, he is the one who is not working along well, either with me or with others but basically i don't give a rats ass about him. I have been blessed with great company lately and offers have been pouring in. I just need to have that strength to make them offers a reality for the sake of my kids, my dad and me.&lt;br /&gt;
As they say, too much of a good thing can make you dumbfounded and i am at that stage where i am dumbfounded. With kindness, with opportunities, With happiness. When you have 2 smiling, healthy adorable kds what more can you complain at? Yes i am more tired than before but at least the kids kept me going and gong and going...&lt;br /&gt;
I need all the strengths to plan for my kids party. I tried making macaroon yesterday. They didn't turned out too sweet. In fact they are savory, but the costs of making them..ayayai...! Am thinking of making some gingerbread men cookies for the guests. Some more the event will be on Christmas Eve. Okay i am a muslm through and through ya, don't get me wrong. It is just a coincidental thing, plus gingerbread are tasty, halal and colorful. So sue me!&lt;br /&gt;
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See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-2070912331074397817?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Forgive me, &lt;br /&gt;
But coming from a multiracial company, i thought that you guys support that whole 1 Malaysia thinga majig but it is actually, a lie...a lie i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;
Other than that, you descriminate me, your so called own kind just because I dont wear a hijab. A hijab wearing person actually, get this..descriminate a non hijab wearing person on the reason that, I have more sins (hence no hijab)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ko bodoh ke hapa??? Ko nak kena sekeh dengan aku?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dude...I am surprised that actually I am quite patient in handling all your stupid shenenigans. Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dude...having an upper degree level does not actually make you a better person. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dude..upon graduation, woring with daddy dearest's company does not make you super smart and well respected. I have a few friends who upon graduation took over their parents' companies' but these people earned my respect. They work hard. They started from below. They deserve their every bit of success&lt;br /&gt;
and dude...working exceeding your working hours everyday of the week does not make you a valuable employee. It goes to show, what the hell have you been doing from morning till afternoon? Hello...time management.. Does that ring any bells? Okay some do need to work extra hours but that is their effort. But if there is nothing else to do yet you stayed back just to show the boss that you stayed back, doesnt that means that you are actually, bodeking???&lt;br /&gt;
damn dude..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you are really one piece of...sh....t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-6963982979750742483?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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my friend Lily whom i met after years of MIA..finally re submerge from her hideout&lt;br /&gt;
Like me, she too is a mother, a wife and she is going bonkers with the one whom she married with;&lt;br /&gt;
" Lisa, I kinda am going through a rough patch. My husband is not a husband. He abuses me mentally and physically. One day i turned up to work with bumps and bruises and when people asked, i just told them that i had a migraine and fell and hit myself. I kinda have no belief in God anymore becos the more I pray to Him, the more i feel neglected. He never loves me, The only reason he married me was I came from a well to do family and he would like to share the wealth. Well, not share actually, more like taking them all. My credit card has went busted, i never even get the chance to pay off some of my study loans becos he kept on demanding for money. His bike got repossess yet he claimed that it got stolen. When I have delivered my second baby I had to fork out my own money to pay off the hospital bills becos he doesn't has the money but during that time, he just had his bonus. The company gave him some money for the baby as a gift yet he used them up to buy some stupid accessories for his bass. He promised me that he's gonna set up an account for my second baby but it has been 8 months, nothing. Whenever i mentioned this he just act nonchalant and smack me in the face. I don't believe in God, He never listens to my prayers. I wanted him to divorce me but he never do it becos he knew if that happen, where would he live? how would he eat? I have went to extreme measure to the point I took up Christianity, chanting Lord Jesus' name as my saviour in order for him to divorce me as I can be deemed as murtad"&lt;br /&gt;
Oh my, how can I help you? I was about to tell her the same thing&amp;nbsp; but compared to the situation that I am facing, this is MAJOR trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
I was left speechless. All I can offer her was a hug and a shoulder to cry on. My feminist side suddenly came back to life, telling me this;&lt;br /&gt;
" Yes Lisa, men are pigs"&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't agree more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-8422052690869087997?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes I am asked this kind of question:&lt;br /&gt;
Mel, why is your name so un-malay-ish? Why must you be named Mel?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My simple answer will be: Apasal? Tak boleh ke? hilang nyawa ke dengan nama I?&lt;br /&gt;
(Why cant I be named like that? Are you losing your life upon hearing my name?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mum gave me that name because she kinda love the character from the drama series Little House of Prairie played by Melissa Gilbert named Laura Ingalls. Then why shouldnt i be named Laura instead? Hello, being given the existing name pun orang dah kepoh bertanya, why should i be named Laura?&lt;br /&gt;
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So my name is un-Malay-ish. So should i be deemed as very much unmalay? That is what the signals that i have been given on for these past few days. Is Mohamed a malay name? It's arabic for goodness sake but are we questioning on that name Mohamed? No, we arent.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please dont question my malay-ness or my muslim faith. My name may not sound Malay or is a muslim name but I am the children of Allah. It breaks my heart when you people question me these question. Heck, one of you even asked me why i do not want to wear a hijab. Its&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; DO NOT WANT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; instead of &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;am I not wearing a hijab. Those are 2 different questions with 2 different meaning. Let me answer this question with Allah. I know where i stand. It's better than wearing a hijab but at the same time you talked bad about me behind my back. If you do that, the sins arised are within you, me and Allah. Double whammy! Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am trying to become a better muslim by trying to pray and perform my muslim duties. I even am trying to cut down on my swearing. Dude, there has been no better replacement for the word FAKK as you have heard it now. It has been replaced by Fish, Fish Curry or Fakistan (it should start with a P though). Damnation dude, me is a mother of 2 now. I even taught my daughter to never to use the word stupid or bodoh, and she listens!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please, let my name be as it is. It was given by my mother.. If you insult it, you insult my mother. If you wanna insult me please do, but dont go around running and crying when a size 9 shoe landed on your face. That's the consequences of being too-holier-than-thou.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
I&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; love my new job because it allows me to have my own driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He drives as according to&lt;i&gt; his &lt;/i&gt;schedule and his vehicle is much more bigger than any Mercedes or BMW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is yellow in color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And he will wait for me everyday loyally at an assigned spot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I merely pay him RM 1.70 per day. Cheap right? Well, that's how my bus fare costs me these days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my new job because it helps me to keep trim and firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday i walked 2 kilometers&amp;nbsp; return trip to the bus station in order for me to catch my bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized that I can also improve my cardio if i am late for work. All that running and panting and the wonderful natural habitat surrounding me really uplift my mood. Plus if it rains, i can boost up my training. Further if there are puddles. Ooo i &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; them puddles...jumping over them helped me to strengthen up my legs. Beats any day of working out in a gym. Even Technogym's treadmills cant offer you the same satisfaction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In no time will get my prenatal figure back....HOLLLAAA!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my new job because it helps me to scrimp and save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After tasting a nasi ayam which i bought for RM5 and tasted like&lt;i&gt; feet&lt;/i&gt;, i learn the value of money, and how to scowl and complain like a true blue Singaporean (sorry guys...now i understand why you lot like to complaint...it is because you truly do understand and practice consumerism, respect!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my new job because i can now work 5 days per week and this allows me to take better care of my family, house and my garden. Mushroom pods may look cute on the Smurfs' cartoons series, but real mushroom pods do look ugly in sight. Yech! Furthermore, i can fold my own laundry. Have you ever seen how my husband fold the laundry? Brings new meaning for the term "Sight for sore eyes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love my new job because there is no more exist the needs to work under an authoritative figure who was given the post by knowing how to juggle balls. Human balls. Enough said! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vice versa life goes on.Shit happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This song is something that is close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;
A song which i always hear during the moment when i feel down&lt;br /&gt;
The lyrics that touched me most were:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let me tell you 'bout hardwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minimum wage with baby on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kinda had that experience last year when i was heavily pregnant and jobless. I didn't give up. I did something that made me happier and at the same time earned me enough money in order for my family to celebrate Hari Raya and to cover the hospital bills when i delivered my baby&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, things are getting better. Yes, I am not getting any higher pay than my old job did gave me, but I am happier and stronger. The moment I feel thankless, I will hear this song over and over again. So that I can count my blessings &lt;strike&gt;(and kasi taubat sikit)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Insya-Allah Maya and Sara, Ibu will do better for both of you. Be a bit patient and remember Ibu's advise.&lt;br /&gt;
We have a mission that Allah has gave us in this world&lt;br /&gt;
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I actually couldn't care less on why you are banning me &lt;br /&gt;
I kinda always knew that you are a great pretender&lt;br /&gt;
yes you are, yes you are...&lt;br /&gt;
The moment i am up to something, you will always do something in order to make yourself look better than me! &lt;br /&gt;
The moment i attempt to earn extra moolah for Hari Raya pocket money, you actually went and tell others that my cookies look and taste like shit!&lt;br /&gt;
I just have one advise for you:&lt;br /&gt;
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SO WHATTT???!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad, pathetic little bejangles....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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Damn&lt;br /&gt;


I hate my job very much
Everytime i scheduled an appointment, the management decided to reschedule their working hours. Always. I missed out clients and at the same time i fought with my old friend from a bank on this. He promised to bring along 20 clients, due to management schedule, we clashed. Darn. I dont think that if he brings 20 people, all will sign up, I was told. The management was adamant in closing earlier. Damn Damn Damn. &lt;i&gt;Apa ko ingat gym ni ko yang punya suka suki nak tukar masa? 
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&lt;b&gt;Answer is: &lt;i&gt;YES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate that I am the only person without any sale
Irregular working hours. Tired. Too much empathy. When the client said they have no money, what was i suppose to do? Lambast them for wasting my time?
Oi ko habiskan masa aku jeklah! Is that fair? I dont think so. Kiss my beautiful, plentiful 38 inches wide a$$!&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;


&lt;/i&gt;I hate my birthday&lt;br /&gt;

Everytime its my birthday it will mean war between me and my husband. Reason? For 27 years I've been educated and raised to celebrate and do a birthday celebration. Until i turned 27. That is the year i married him. Now I am 31. It has been 4 years since i last celebrated my birthday.
Cakes for him is a waste of money
Ko kan kerja buat kek ko buatlah kek ko sendiri!. I've been told.
Shit, what the piehole is a cake maker doing and making her own cake? damnnn!!!

Excuse me people, the &lt;b&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/b&gt; Drama Queen is shutting herself in her coffin today. Its my &lt;u&gt;DOOMSDAY&lt;/u&gt;. Thanks for the wishes, but i wanna wallow in self pity today, tomorrow and the day afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
And yes i am complaining and rumbling although i vow against complaining this year but guessed i broke my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can hear the members of the&lt;b&gt; GANG TAK SEDAR UNTUNG&lt;/b&gt; laughing reading this post. My advise to them is,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;sila pi mampus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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 Sheessshhh... &lt;br /&gt;
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GODSPEED
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Sniggering at someone else's downfall, aren't we?
OO...what about this...think you are always right, aren't we?
And thinking that all those blessings that He has given to ALL OF YOU is a sign that you are always in the right, aren't we?

well, think again...cos your day will come. 
And if it does, i wont laugh at you and say you deserve it. I will just stay cool and utter, let it be.

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Too many information being passed to me i swear one day i will die from too much info!
Okay here's a quick recap on what triggered Moody Mel to reappear:

1. Please do not laugh at someone else's misery
Honestly, do you think that you are a better and bigger person?

2. Believe in Heaven and Hell
Do you know where you are gonna be put into? I do. Its Hell

3. Karma is a bitch
I am a bitch, i acknowledge that, but nothing speaks louder than a supposedly kind hearted person who condemns and laughs at someone else's misery without knowing her true original bitchiness!

4. Marriage is hard work
Damnnn.....i think I dont work hard enough. Not blaming myself. I blame my husband for my insanity...hahaha

5. I hate sales job (apart from sales that requires you to meet your target)
Targets, insincerity, lies. Need i say more?

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after giving birth, the weight kinda lets themselves go but the flabby skin maintains.&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily i am now working at a new and upcoming gym at DNP Plaza Johor Bahru called Style Fitness. The company's website is viewable &lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt;at www.style-fitness.com but alas it is under construction. Our cute IT girl is iin the midst of developing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as of today me boss told me that the gym will be having its opening on 31st Jan 2011 and have arranged some class scheduled as per below:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Body sculpt&lt;br /&gt;
I have been told that this is a muscle toning class that helps to tone your abs and your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;
My verdict: I wanna join this class, have you seen Fergie's abs???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Cardio B.A.T.H&lt;br /&gt;
This is not an exercise that requires you to take your bath in front of the trainer ( I dont mind if the trainer does that though, have you seen my trainers? Dammmnnnn hot!!)&lt;br /&gt;
It actually targets your butts, abs, thighs and hips (Hence the acronyms) which personally i think are the most troubled areas for any women who just gave birth like yours truly. I think J-Lo must have done this exercise. Heck it is one of my 2011's New Year's resolution which is to get my body in shape in order to fit into a Herve Leger dress. Well, after i completed my resolution no 1 which was TO EARN SO MANY MOOLAAAHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Belly Dance&lt;br /&gt;
My verdict: Sexy moves = sexy body =&amp;nbsp; hot confidence =&amp;nbsp; hot bedroom action. Need i say more? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. Yogasana&lt;br /&gt;
This is a form of yoga that helps you to test your balance, patience and endurance. You will be asked to do some poses that may seemed simple but actually, if you give it a try it is not easy as it looks&lt;br /&gt;
My verdict: Two kids+1 husband who acts like a 6 year-old kid = i do need some more patience in my life!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are more classes that are being planned for that opening day which once confirmed but i will informed you later on that. Meanwhle please oogle at this lady who has twins and have a hot sexy body:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
i know, people are entitled to their own opinions, but to be judged by someone you first and foremost you do not&amp;nbsp;know or even met in your life, kinda sucks&lt;br /&gt;
Yes i am a bit sensitive about this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Currently i am dabbling in the cookie making business to earn some side income for the coming festive season. I see no harm in that. I know there are dozens and even hundreds of cookie supplier/maker/distributor in this country but what harm have i done? I am just a girl who likes baking, and some of my friends and families have tasted the cakes or cookies or treats that i baked and liked them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Furthermore due to health reason i am currently unemployed, but do i go and sit around for money to fall onto my lap? No way, i have skills. I&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;use them to good use. Hey, i am ashamed when i watched that TV3 programme &lt;em&gt;Bersamamu, &lt;/em&gt;i thought if they can endure hardship, what is stopping me from trying harder? I don't kill people or beat them up. &lt;em&gt;Yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So yes i posted some pictures of my so called amateur cookie making.&amp;nbsp;To promote them to the mass. It's a form of marketing. I studied marketing for 4 years, time to use that skills. What harm have i done? Then my brother's girlfriend, being the sweetheart that she is decided to help me selling the cookies at her college. She tagged a few of her friends' name in facebook. Until one one them, by the name of Cherry Reen commented:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It looks like shit"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Ms Cherry Reen&lt;br /&gt;
Are you a Wilton graduate? I am not&lt;br /&gt;
Are you a Cordon Bleu alumni? I am not&lt;br /&gt;
Are you Nigella Lawson or Rachel Ray or Rachel Allen's student? I am not&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did i do next? I just deleted her comment, blocked her and yes i am airing my grouse here in my blog. I have never been so saddened in my life. Angry? Nah i am not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; angry. Why should i be?&amp;nbsp;I don't know her. It is just a bit disheartening that my efforts are being criticised by some teenage neanderthal without her actually knowing the real reason in me dabbling in cookie making.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can take criticisms. I took one yesterday from my friend but no harm done. She was helping me. As i said, positive criticisms are more than welcome by me.&amp;nbsp;I do admire&amp;nbsp;one of my close friend who has a blog, &lt;a href="http://www.diyanazman.com/"&gt;www.diyanazman.com&lt;/a&gt; and she has been criticised by some people due to one of her post. Her patience in receiving all those negative comments and facing them heads on. Me? I just received one bad comment in my facebook page, and here i am already feeling like strangling that poor girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
. D, how do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh Madame Julia Child, how do i refrain myself from kicking that poor girl's ass? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But i do like to thank my friends who kept on sms-ing me and calling me telling me to hang in there. How can i repay you guys? From the bottom of my heart i thank thee and i promise to do better!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To that girl Cherry Reen, pray that&amp;nbsp;I don't go to your college and confront you, because honestly I don't know what i will do to you, and thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-490952672428995855?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It came to my attention that people really has a different opinions. What gives? Well if i gave out, for example the same piece of cookie to 2 different individuals, they may have different opinions. So whose opinion do i choose? Why is the other person's opinion much more important than the other half? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Confused? Don't be. I blame the tongue&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So it is important here that i realised the initial intention of me slaving out in front of the oven, pouring all my blood, sweat and tears, and dragging my belly&amp;nbsp;late at night from my other job as a tutor and then continue baking until the wee hours, praying that there is no ghost haunting me or knocking the glass window at the kitchen asking me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Lahh..tak tido lagi ke kak? (my, aren't you sleeping yet my dear?)" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aside from that having to turn deaf from my husband's constant criticism and his refusal to rub my aching Godzilla's feet from all that standing and running and baking and driving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do it because i love it and i do it so that i can have additional moolah for my babies so that they&amp;nbsp; can have a festive Hari Raya despite me temporarily become a housewife and i do have the strengths and will to do something that i finally like and love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To all the critics out there who always sends out opinions without thinking of others...i would like to say this;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for your honest opinions, but &lt;em&gt;ada aku pedulik?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only take positive criticism. Like the ones my friend Nani sms-ed me just now. Her friend tasted the cookies and as her friend's mother have a bakery, it will be a valuable lesson. &amp;nbsp;So i sent in 4 samples, and she gave his 2 cents worth.&amp;nbsp;I take them with glee and am determined to better the recipes. You can't expect me to be perfect at everything, correct? So those opinions do helped me.&amp;nbsp;From now on there will be more chocolate chips and more love in cooking them cookies...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Thanks so much Nanie and friend, i value them opinions! Love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Oh Madame Julia Child...how do you do it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-8501003541010673370?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My dad already has 2 granddaughters, my own daughter and a new niece called Wawa&lt;/div&gt;
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He never complained even if my daughter starts to throw her terrible two tantrums, which seems aplenty these days. Even if I myself feel that my patience is running thin with every time she started to throw her movie star tantrum, he will just keep his cool.&lt;/div&gt;
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There were so many times when both of his granddaughters will cry at the same time, he will just coolly pick them up and placed them in both of his arms and comfort them.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's to you dad and to more cucus to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-6727501345073046611?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;cant believe i let my husband talked me through on shopping at Econsave at Skudai Parade&lt;br /&gt;
The minute he said, we need to rethink of our budget as you are not working for these few months. That line really caught me hook, line and sinker!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cant believe i stepped my feet there! It was argumentative. The minute i arrived there, me and hubby started to quarrel. Him, being the ever so positive person kept on asking me, hey where to park the car? How much is the parking fee? bla bla bla....I seriously wanted to pound him open and retort back;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Bang, you are asking me questions like i have always been there for a thousand years! I never even stepped foot here let alone peed in the complex's loo, what makes you think i know all the answers to your questions?"&lt;br /&gt;
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To my surprise,there was a ladies' parking block in the complex! And it was painted in pink! And plasted with murals of lipstick, handbags and ladies' accessories!&amp;nbsp;I was dumbfounded. What's next? pink ladies collecting the parking fee? sheeshhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, lets go back to Econsave..&lt;br /&gt;
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Somebody please tell me to shove a foot into my mouth. I was shocked! With exception of diapers, the price of groceries there were really cheap and not to mention, the fresh seafood! My husband almost fainted when he found out a fresh catch of sea bass only costs RM 15 per kg! Indeed it was fresh! We bought some clams, crabs and fish and i managed to buy the ingredients for my Hari Raya cookies for a fraction of a price!&lt;br /&gt;
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Never mind the crowd. Yes there was a lot of&amp;nbsp;children running all over the place which is always a common sight. The more space restricted a place is, the more the enjoyed running through. Stop being bitter Lisa, they are just children! But i forgive them due to cheap groceries! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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Never judge a book by its cover...that applies to me. Shut up Lisa...At times your husband &lt;em&gt;may be right....Emphasizing on the word..MAY..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy shopping people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-668156210130574739?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being alone here...far away from my family really did bummed me out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Llucky i have some lady friends accompanying me and supporting me through thick and thins.&lt;br /&gt;
But now it will be over soon, and to put an icing on top of the cake more oppurtunities are arising this way, &lt;em&gt;Insya-Allah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am no quitter, but when push comes to shove i do have to make a choice for the sake of the ones i loved most.&lt;br /&gt;
Here's to Zaza, Ayu, Yann Mei, Azian, Nad, Boyey and all others who has helped me. May god bless all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-335471041817385742?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I never knew that i would said this but&lt;br /&gt;
today the clown has fallen and in a sad, sad place..&lt;br /&gt;
in 3 more days i am going to leave the perfect job, well not that perfect but it kinda grew on me (the job actually) and i tend to like it&lt;br /&gt;
the only reason for leaving is, for my health. And future. &lt;strike&gt;Dan suamiku suruh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;sad and pathetic little me, wallowing alone, making sacrifices that i never thought i will make when i was working with that shipping company, or when i was a single lady.&lt;br /&gt;
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What will happen to me in the near future? i don't know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn, i lost my appetite! Although the siput sedut do look yummy...but i just lost it&lt;br /&gt;
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Excuse me, i have to continue crying..&lt;br /&gt;
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DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-2859263542849777248?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is how i am feeling today&lt;/div&gt;
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that anger inside of me, boiling and waiting to come out&lt;/div&gt;
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i wanna rip &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; head off, i wanna throw cars around (except mine), i wanna strangle the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;pakcik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;at the cafe who always overcharge&lt;/div&gt;
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i wanna kill somebody today, especially that guy from that department, and also that guy and that guy who really messed out my application.&lt;/div&gt;
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And on top of that, yesterday my aunt just passed away and i cant go to her funeral.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is what we called life!&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday i went and watched Toy Story 3, a Disney &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt; Production. It has been so long since i saw Woody and the gang. What i like most is Toy Story never failed to capture my attention with its far out animations and storyline. Plus, its witty too! Unlike &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; 3 was the most boring of all &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; series, Toy Story has managed to held its own since its first release.&lt;/div&gt;
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The difference of watching the movie is, watching Toy Story as&amp;nbsp;a mother made me cry. Why? The thought of having a son moving out going to college kinda choked me. Of course i didn't cry in the cinema, as i went there with my pal &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Azian&lt;/span&gt; (for more on her click &lt;a href="http://eyansss.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;eyansss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;.com/&lt;/a&gt;),&amp;nbsp;who by the way thanks for dinner; but&amp;nbsp;it kinda send a message to me not to nag so much about your kids, as they will leave you sooner than you thought; but they didn't say nothing about nagging&lt;em&gt; TO &lt;/em&gt;your kids..&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I recommend you to watch the movie. Its purely entertainment. The only minus point is be prepared. As kids will be in the cinema, laughing, gurgling and screaming, but hey that's what kids do. Be patient, let them have their fun. We were all kids once. &lt;/div&gt;
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And another thing, Ken is the ultimatum in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;HIMBOISM&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I seriously never thought a Nehru jacket can mean so much to him. Glad that Barbie kick his ass...you go girlfriend!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Special message to my babies: don't grow up so fast, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Ibu&lt;/span&gt; wanna cherish every moment with you..&lt;/div&gt;
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Chocolate chip cookies&lt;/div&gt;
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Ala chipsmore...hahaha&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now it is the month of June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Next month it&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then it is August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But as July approaches, i saw some changes in the office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It is that time of the year where the fasting month is fast approaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;People are starting to sign up for bazars, tents are being booked and set up and all of the sudden, people are thinking on how to make more money. All in the name of Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Splendid..another year of celebrating Hari Raya with my baby. Next year i may celebrate with with &lt;em&gt;babies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And today somebody at the office has ordered RM3000 worths' of tudung for Hari Raya from a retailer to sell to the market. I bought 3 tudungs in red, black and purple. Not for me, but for my mum. I really hope she likes them as she can be quite picky in her tudung selection. I myself do not know her taste, and she always criticise mine, hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cookies. Drool. I crave for a darn cookie ala Famous Amos' choc chip cookies. We know how much that will costs me. A lot. Guess the cravings stays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Note to self: &amp;nbsp;I will not share my secret chocolate chip cookies recipes this year. &lt;em&gt;Lokek&lt;/em&gt; mode is on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Darn it, I cant wait to get home to JB tonight. I shall hug my oven and my kid and tomorrow we shall start baking. I can feel the melted chocolate chip in my mouth and that aroma, yes &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;aroma of freshly baked cookies. I promised my assistant that i would make her some fresh batch before she goes on maternity leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;She is already 37 weeks in the pregnancy. &lt;em&gt;Sempat ke?. &lt;/em&gt;kakakakakah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Orders can be made online at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="htpp://crazycousinscreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;htpp://crazycousinscreations.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;beginning of next week (end of June 2010) once i&amp;nbsp;upload&amp;nbsp;the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of my relatives came from &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Terengganu&lt;/span&gt;, one of the beautiful&amp;nbsp;state on the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia and most people from &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Terengganu&lt;/span&gt;, still consume turtle eggs.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, turtle is in fact an endangered species. Listed on &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;WWF&lt;/span&gt;, yet people still consume them. Why? Personally i think its the people's mentality. It is something that has been taught since little. Like the saying you can't teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well this post is dedicated to my cousins who i am proud to say, have changed the mindsets about turtle egg consumption. It was not an easy decision to do (to stop eating the things that you like) i agree, but i applaud those who would like to try.&lt;br /&gt;
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And here is the lists of sustainable seafood species list that has been divided into three categories. Not being a hypocrite, i do consume some seafood listed on the second list like tiger prawn for example but i will try and avoid eating them in the future&lt;br /&gt;
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to view the list, please click on the link below; &lt;a href="http://www.saveourseafood.my/sustainableSeafood/sustainableSeafoodSpecies.html"&gt;http://www.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;saveourseafood&lt;/span&gt;.my/&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sustainableSeafood&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sustainableSeafoodSpecies&lt;/span&gt;.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Shucks, now after deciding to quit my so called job, i am clueless of what to do next. Yes i know people has been nagging to me to think first before i made any decisions. I did put lots of thoughts on that. You see i am at this stage where money is not a problem, yet (thank God). I have my scrimping the amounts that i have as my emergency savings. I have signed up for insurance coverages for me and my little tyke, hoping that my other half will not be burden with unnecessary money emergencies, and calculating that the amount of money that i have saved might last me for a year or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can always find work. As they say. They here means my friends. They told me that i have killer survival skills. You can put me anywhere anytime and i will always survive. They saw me got over so many obstacles yet I always prevail. They saw something that I don't inside of me. One of them even told me that she was surprised that i have one skill that nobody thought i would have. A tomboy like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What is that skill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My cousins will laugh at&amp;nbsp;you &amp;nbsp;if you tell them that i can bake. Ask them this question 12 years ago and they will laugh like a hyena. You know why? Because 12 years ago i tried to make some &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;cookies and they turned up, hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hard? What do you mean hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hard. As in when you throw the cookies to the window, the window will crack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One of my cousin did threw the cookie. I told him to do so. It didn't cracked, thankfully; but it did lead out to a hard and &amp;nbsp;loud &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THUD!!&lt;/span&gt; sound. Thanks for nothing Jimmie. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then last year i stumbled upon a recipe to make a chocolate fudge cake. I follow each and every step in making it carefully and anxiously wait for it to turn out. It turned out good. Okay i am still a sceptic. I decided to bake more and distribute it with my cousins. They loved it. I also baked them some chocolate cheesecake which i brought to a family gathering. It was&amp;nbsp;finished off&amp;nbsp;clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;By these bunch of cousins who made fun of my baking skills. I am so bloated with pride. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now, if you noticed people has gone cupcake crazy. Everywhere i go there are people with cupcakes and how they sell. Imagine little teeny wee&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; little cupcakes being sold at RM 2.50 per piece. I wince at the price. Damn....for RM5.00++ you can get a slice of Secret Recipe cake. Maybe its the workmanship. I haven't tried any of these cupcakes, i never have the urge to do so. If i want cupcakes, i will bake them myself. I did baked for my friends and selling them at RM 1.50 apiece. Same size &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; all, but i am selling myself short because in my opinion, i don't have the qualifications of making the best cupcakes ever. Every cupcakes i made, i give myself 5 outta 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The cupcake deco itself, sucks. Because nobody ever&amp;nbsp;tell or teach&amp;nbsp;me on&amp;nbsp;how to decorate my cupcakes. I learnt it online all by myself. I just don't have the patience of decorating something so teeny weeny while at the same time having my daughter tugging at my pants telling me that she poo poo-ed in her diapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Then came cake orders. I was surprised at first when people at work started to order from me their kids birthday cakes, followed by anniversary&amp;nbsp;cakes.&amp;nbsp;I was overwhelmed with the supports given, thanks guys! And then came an order of a wedding cake. Me? wedding cake? i decided to take the order, although that did meant that my husband and i were at each others' throat decorating it. I mean, who is this guy (husband) who has the cheek to command me what to do when he himself didn't had any clue? I almost sliced him up with the decorating knife. Now, that will be a bloody wedding cake if that ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I decided to set up a blog about this cake and treats making that i was dabbling. It was a hit. Orders kept on pouring but regretfully something came up that force me to put my activity at a hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My company decided to downsize its workforce and closed down my department at &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. A decision made by idiot, supported by an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Demands dwindled as the cake maker is not available at &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;. Damn. Damn. Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yet&amp;nbsp;now, due to health reasons, i myself have to turn myself &amp;nbsp;from a career-woman-Ala-Lynette-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Scavo&lt;/span&gt; to Domestic-Goddess-Bree-Van-Der-Kemp. I am going to struggle like what Miss-Devil-May-Care-Gabrielle Solis encountered when Carlos lost his sights, but i think i will prevail. Look at Bree, she put her skills learned to full use. I planned to do that. By hook or by crook. I have to.&amp;nbsp;Or&amp;nbsp;else who will support my babies?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I feel so restless lately, and when there's a hype of the new remake of Karate Kid, i just couldnt resist myself to go watch it.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;missed watching the movie twice as the cinemas were overbooked and when i&amp;nbsp;finally managed to get a ticket &lt;em&gt;(hint: a ticket, yes i did watch the movie alone), &lt;/em&gt;i was extremely ecstatic!&lt;/div&gt;
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You see, i like martial arts. I am a fan of it since god knows when. I have a red belt in taekwon-do which i earned during my uni days and the red belt is now safely tucked in my drawers as a memory of the good old times i had with my taekwon-do buddies whom i still kept in touch with via facebook. After uni, i took another type of martial arts which was &lt;em&gt;silat cekak&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; which i then quit as the instructor was the ultimate feminist, followed by kickboxing which then the gym where the class was held decided to close down due to insufficient amount of clientele...sheesh....! I then decided to enrol in aikido...&lt;/div&gt;
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What happened? - I got married....hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;
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I will continue my conquest of enrolling myself with some kind of martial arts by latest next year...&lt;em&gt;(here's to wishing hard)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway back to the story, i watched the Karate Kid and i find it very, very entertaining. The feel good movie kind. The kind that makes you wanna go hug your kids and motivate them; and it helped me with my mandarin too. It's kinda cute when a kid tried to make his mother happy by tolerating with her every whims and whines, and it's kinda cute watching young puppy love...makes you go &lt;em&gt;awww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And how a kid motivates himself with a never go die attitude..priceless!&lt;/div&gt;
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Also I find Jackie Chan is amusing without showcasing one of his comic-martial arts-stunt. How a&amp;nbsp;man mourns at a loss of the ones who he loved. Reminded me that someone really have to up&amp;nbsp;his emotional &lt;em&gt;ante. Hint hint!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Plus, the view of China...especially the Great Wall was breathtaking!!&lt;/div&gt;
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So mum and dad, get your kids to watch this movie. Drag them to the cinema...or get the DVD when it comes out.&lt;/div&gt;
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For more info and trailer, go to &lt;a href="http://www.karatekid-themovie.com/"&gt;http://www.karatekid-themovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6258651873695668955-6924019334920581103?l=bilalisatulis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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definitely not my husband - he&amp;nbsp;is a bit heartless old bat..hahaha kidding...i do miss him but not as much as i missed my own flesh and blood&lt;br /&gt;
to be afar from her..missing her every developments and progress. Yes, i know it has only been 2 months but it feels like a lifetime over here...Like Dre Parker said to his mum;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate it here!&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate not being able to watch her growing up&lt;br /&gt;
I hate having to leave her with my parents...My parents are good people, mind you but i still it is not fair that they have to raise another toddler at their retirement age&lt;br /&gt;
I hate missing her every progress&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;hate the increasing phone bills as i 3G-ed her everyday&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the fact that when i 3G-ed her, the line got cut off&lt;br /&gt;
I hate living out in my cousin's house, i feel that i have overstayed their welcome..&lt;em&gt;malu and segan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I hate that every second in my life, i missed her&lt;br /&gt;
I hate that when she's sick, i am not around to nurse her&lt;br /&gt;
I hate travelling to and fro every Friday and Sunday for 305km&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the increasing toll and petrol cost&lt;br /&gt;
I hate being alone when i am sick&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the fact that my monthly expenses exceeded how much i make every month&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the expensive cafe food and they are not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; good&lt;br /&gt;
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That is why i decided to quit my job..much to the annoyance of others&lt;br /&gt;
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But alas....i have another secret on the reason behind me quitting....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
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