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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMQ3k7fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:38:02.706+08:00</updated><category term="motivation" /><category term="food and beverages" /><category term="wishlist" /><category term="child" /><category term="accessories" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="Alani" /><category term="Ako" /><category term="patriotic" /><category term="herbalife" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="Misc" /><category term="tag" /><category term="beauty" /><category term="health" /><category term="award" /><category term="sale" /><category term="profession" /><category term="famili" /><category term="friends" /><title>TENNITODOKU  天に届</title><subtitle type="html">every single living things perhaps has dreams. so share to make it happen, and tell to make it possible. live with your dreams and make a wish in every single day!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Tennitodoku" /><feedburner:info uri="tennitodoku" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQXo5fyp7ImA9WhdTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-2516519037366234815</id><published>2011-07-15T07:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T07:43:00.427+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-15T07:43:00.427+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><title>Sampai syurga</title><content type="html">There's some time you need to find 'something', to find back your original *thing. &lt;br /&gt;
(thing here I would prefer to refer to LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;
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When we are married, the love between the two will not remain as when we were(read : still are) deeply in love. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I might be not correct here. But this is just my personal thought. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Marriage is not only love for the two of us. Love is diverted to our kids, our mother, siblings, relatives, in-law especially the parents and all the rest. &lt;br /&gt;
It make me somehow understand what others mean by 'the man/woman love's when you are married will not be the same as now(before married) or lessen??'.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it will not. It will be diverted or in the correct word, is spread. Spreading the love. &lt;br /&gt;
For woman, the love diversion is sometimes hurt. But the longer you're in a marriage, it will become a natural feeling. I mean good-natural feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
And sometimes while learning the love-lessen part, we will gradually become a better person atleast to ourself. We can't be a selfish-love(or whatever)-taker (give and take thingy) partner. Throw away the selfish you and give more than we even take to get more love.&lt;br /&gt;
But, be extra cautious about the limit. There's a limit. Give-limit. If you have been giving for 20 years straight without being appreciated, without receiving anything in your hand, that's wrong. That is love-stupid. &lt;br /&gt;
Love-blind? Love-deaf too(in RIO movie :P)? Love-stupid? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, enough with the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faizal Tahir's songs is, no I mean mostly are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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The songs are great to be hear repeatedly (still listening for 15 times now) and somehow make me memorizing back all my love memories. haha. &lt;br /&gt;
Memories sometimes need to be refreshen to find back your thing :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love my kids, my families and of course my soulmate &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hey, I found my new hobby back, which is writing(altho most of them nonsense), I guess. And just for my memory sake, I started gardening too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2516519037366234815?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2516519037366234815/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2516519037366234815&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2516519037366234815?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2516519037366234815?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/KC7jJSJfbK8/sampai-syurga.html" title="Sampai syurga" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/07/sampai-syurga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDR3Y9eCp7ImA9WhdTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-5479593172072885702</id><published>2011-07-14T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:42:56.860+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T13:42:56.860+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Friendship forever</title><content type="html">Every friend(read:bff) have their own sentimental value. &lt;br /&gt;
For example : &lt;br /&gt;
A- is my bff for this recent 2 years and we meet everyday, so we talk everything, but know nothing about my past.&lt;br /&gt;
B- is my another bff as we meet everyday during lunch and go shopping while boss is out :P- but nothing too personal.&lt;br /&gt;
C- is my bff or childhood friend as we were best friend(or belangkas) when we 12 years old.(owh..that is like almost 20 yeas back-gosh, I'm OLD :( )&lt;br /&gt;
and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think it maybe depends on :&lt;br /&gt;
1-how long we have been friend&lt;br /&gt;
2-how close we are&lt;br /&gt;
3-how comfortable we are when we are alone&lt;br /&gt;
4-how we met&lt;br /&gt;
5-do we know her/his history&lt;br /&gt;
6-do we know her/his family&lt;br /&gt;
7-how are we connected (collegue@school friend@neighbour etc)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have a bunch of my b-friends whom I always lunch with, and sometimes go window-lunch-time-shopping. It's more to collegue-connection friend. And the more we talk, I'm more deeply get to know them better everyday, and we are really comfortable talking to each other on anything nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, I have friends who have been my buddy since I was teenage(read:child :P). We rarely see each other, but we never lost contact since 16 years ago. We knew each other more than our parents know us :P&lt;br /&gt;
I mean we do a lot of things together; Europe-travel, Japan-travel, wedding-travel, spa-activity and whole lotz more. From child, till teenage till married woman, till mother of babies and untill we became someone in our career line with our own way of life, but we areee untill now still connected(especially at heart) although we are not so close(location) to each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My story is, one of them had just joined my lunch-buddy and we met more frequent. But, I kind-of have mix feeling about this. Of course I am more than happy to see her everyday, but we can't really talk from our heart(like we always do for few hours when we met) like always. Perhaps we are not alone and we can't suddenly stumble to 'did your son still wanted the double decker bed?' while everybody is talking about your ikan is nice..right? So, sometimes I just feel not good about being boring-normal-lunch-buddy to her. Am I that sensitive? I mean, who does really care about what do we talk on our lunch? Do we? Unfortunately I am. Oh gosh, I am stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So from now, I don't want to think what will I say, or what she will say on our lunch-date, while planning our routine-spa-tea-session again.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to keep our precious-most-significance-relation till end of my life and growing the pool bigger. I mean, of course my lunch buddy now is more than that. When I have anything to share, I will get to them. If I need mental and moral support, they are the one who I get to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ayat2 masa zaman sekolah : Friendship forever :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-5479593172072885702?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5479593172072885702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=5479593172072885702&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5479593172072885702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5479593172072885702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/-4hhk1-zY4k/friendship-forever.html" title="Friendship forever" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/07/friendship-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARX4_fCp7ImA9WhdTFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-4813490377393978569</id><published>2011-07-13T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:45:44.044+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T09:45:44.044+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Healthy? Kurus?</title><content type="html">ehem ehem. testing 1 2 3..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
it's been a while since I wrote the last entry. owh, it's nearly a month. and it's more or less nearly 1 month I didn't wear the sport shoes and left my gym bag abandoned :P&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know why it's very hard to blog, or to constantly writing in a blog. which means to login to bloggers(sometimes I even forgot which email address to use), to click on 'new entry', to post, and to view blog. fuh...&lt;br /&gt;
I do love reading others blog which inspired me to write, but when it comes to mine, argh...malasla. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, there's so many things to blog, but lemme start with my health status first. yeah, of course I'm fine internal and externally, but I need to lose weight. That is actually why this blog was established for at the first place. To make notes on each and every steps of it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had started with the few-times of gym entrance. But, it just last for few times. Yes, I'll go again, but I need motivation. Like..a new gold-ring, or few dinar or perhaps new set of lingerie...:P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And, I think I need a herbalife again.&lt;br /&gt;
I need to shred fat on my lengan and peha especially. It's been on the yellow-red line recently. It's kind-of feel sad when you can't sarung your blouse when it comes to the lengan part. I know it's the shirt that shrink sometimes(sedap hati sendiri :P), but I know it's my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, so that's it for today. I'll blog again when I managed to step into the gym again or started the herbalife. Which ever come first :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-4813490377393978569?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/4813490377393978569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=4813490377393978569&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/4813490377393978569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/4813490377393978569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/tnpzg4_dDfY/healthy-kurus.html" title="Healthy? Kurus?" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/07/healthy-kurus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABQHc4fip7ImA9WhZVE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-814002107943294433</id><published>2011-05-26T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:42:31.936+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-26T10:42:31.936+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>tired</title><content type="html">Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;
Calory lost : 160&lt;br /&gt;
Time taken : 26 mins&lt;br /&gt;
Distance : 2.5km (fuh..nearly 6 round pusing padang)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Today's feeling : Tired but hilang stress :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-814002107943294433?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/814002107943294433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=814002107943294433&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/814002107943294433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/814002107943294433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/nvHHugv1Msk/tired.html" title="tired" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/05/tired.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEFQ34zeyp7ImA9WhZVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-6701091045385999198</id><published>2011-05-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:30:12.083+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-25T10:30:12.083+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Fresh Wednesday</title><content type="html">Day 3rd :&lt;br /&gt;
Calory lost : 130KCal&lt;br /&gt;
Distance : 2.1km&lt;br /&gt;
Time taken : approx 20min&lt;br /&gt;
Fee : RM5 (+ RM2.30 for 100plus)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling : Indescribable happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-6701091045385999198?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/6701091045385999198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=6701091045385999198&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/6701091045385999198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/6701091045385999198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/T50OKoILSeA/fresh-wednesday.html" title="Fresh Wednesday" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/05/fresh-wednesday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMSXs7eCp7ImA9WhZRFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-3204743634309597782</id><published>2011-04-13T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:46:28.500+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-13T15:46:28.500+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="accessories" /><title>Tudung jenis apakah pilihan anda?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;saya ada 1 kisah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;saya masuk surau nak solat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;ada lebih kurang 3 org tgh dok atas  sejadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;sypun buatla apa yg patut ; ambik telekung, ambik sejadah,  bentang sejadah, bukak tudung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;gi tpt wuduk berus gigi, ambik wuduk, dan  solat........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;abis solat, sypun letakla balik telekung dan  sejadah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dan, sypun ambikla tag, berus gigi dan tudung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dan, sy menuju ke cermin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dekat depan cermin tu, ada 2 org tgh pakai  tudung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;2 org ni antara 3 org yg dah ada dlm surau masa sy masuk  tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;kira pack la depan cermin tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;depan skali tgh betulkan tudung ala ariani, dan sorang lg  belakang dia tgh pakai brooch utk tudung bawal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;kira mcm beriya2 la tgh siap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;sy dtg belakang diorang sambil cari lubang tudung nak  sarung kat kepala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;berenti dlm 2 saat belakang diorang, sarung tudung...dan  terus pakai tag sambil berjalan ke pintu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dan, terus sarung kasut keluar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;bestkan pakai tudung yg simple, takyah nak brooch dan takyah nak pin2, betul2kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;Tryla tudung &lt;a href="http://pearlhaya.com/"&gt;Pearl Haya&lt;/a&gt; sport version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;Tudung ni amat berguna masa pergi ke masjid, dimana tak perlu nak bukak tudung dan pakai anak tudung lain, dan dimana tempat solat wanita takde penghadang dr tpt lelaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;Ia juga sgt berguna bila anda nak keluar dlm keadaan yg amat tergesa2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dan berguna bila takde mood/malas nak iron tudung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;dan juga berguna bila orang beratur nak tgk cermin betulkan tudung, walhal kita cuma perlu cari lubang tudung nak sarung kat kepala je :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="203182707-13042011"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aku ada kunci rumah aku sendiri. semlm dr balik keje, tak  pakai kunci tu sbb hubby ada kat rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so mcm tak brp peduli la katne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tetiba pagi ni, nak kuar rumah dah siap2 semua pakai  tudung, nak ambikla kunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kete ngan kunci rumah kat tpt biasa...pastu tetiba...aik??  mana kunci aku ni??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dah start cuak. sbb rasa2 mcm tak perasan kunci tu dr semlm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;startla carik selongkar beg semua...langsung takde gaya2  mcm ada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu Ako yg tgh sarapan masa tu perasan tgk ibu tgh  gelabah..'nape bu?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'kunci takdela Ako...Ako tlg carik skali...camne Ako nak gi  sekolah ni?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Akopun startla cari...blh harap jugak anak aku ni, dlm  hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dia siap pakai kanta pembesar dia kehulu kehilir...kelakar  je tgk anak teruna aku ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;jenguk bawah sofa, carik dlm bilik..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu dah agak2 5 min cari...dah rasa, confirm dlm kereta  ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu tryla tgk kot2 grill depan tu ada tingkap nak  kuar...tapi takde! aduh, mati aku ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;masa tu dah cabut semua tudung, kepala dah  pusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu Ako cadangkan..'ibu, kita kuar ikut belakang, lompat  jela..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'mm...tp kita takde kunci belakang.semua ada dlm kunci  tu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu call la Rezal. Rezal siap gelak besar lagi...'adeh,  merepeknya..camne leh jadi mcm tu?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu dia ngan rileknya soh cari lagi...mesti ada  tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dah kol 8 masa tu, dah fikir takde cara lain. nampaknya Ako la kena jadi hero, pakai idea Ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ambik kusi tinggi, letak kat tepi pagar belakang. pastu  bengkokkan kawat besi tu kedlm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;angkat Ako(adeh, mcm angkat tong gas wei...berat giler),  pastu letakkan dia belah luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;selamat!! lepas 1 benda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu dia pun jlnla slow2 kat luar tu...pergi ke  depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nasib baikla rumah kami no 2 je dr tepi, so dekat jela Ako  nak pusing depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sampai depan, bukak gate(nasib baik gate auto leh bukak  dr dlm rumah)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bukak kete, Akopun carik kunci....dan, JUMPA  BU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;alhamdulilah....selamat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu Ako ckp sakit la bu..rupanya kaki dia kena kawat besi  tu...ada la dlm 5 cm camtu luka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nasib baik tak dlm...lepas settle angkat2 barang, angkat Alani dlm kete..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bubuh minyak gamat kat kaki dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" dir="ltr" style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="218224300-07042011" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pastu usap kepala dia 'nasib baik ada hero  ibu'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2459727167263624890?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2459727167263624890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2459727167263624890&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2459727167263624890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2459727167263624890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/Kag7qd6vAWc/ako-my-hero.html" title="Ako my hero" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/04/ako-my-hero.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MESXo8eCp7ImA9WhZSGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-2453991729010553834</id><published>2011-04-04T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:36:48.470+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-04T13:36:48.470+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ako" /><title>Ako is reading</title><content type="html">yesterday while watching tv channel 613- i mean watching my kids favorite channel, ako was reciting a book. a simple malay with picture book :)&lt;br /&gt;
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first, he said he had finished his homework but he has a book to read untill page 23. i just answered with an OK, as I know I would be the one who would be reading it and he will just following what I read.&lt;br /&gt;
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and, 5 minutes passed.&lt;br /&gt;
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'.....ka-rung plas-tik yang ber-i-si i-kan....'&lt;br /&gt;
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aik? who is reading? my mind were half awaked mumbling..&lt;br /&gt;
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and... here he is reading the book patiently slowly with a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was soooo excited, shocked, happy and so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't expect at all he can read the book by himself alone without any help. And actually when I realized, it was almost 1/3rd of the book.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it's maybe normal for other moms to have kids reading a book at 6, but for me, having a kid who can read, is a blessed. alhamdulillah. i am proud with my kid and will always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2453991729010553834?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2453991729010553834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2453991729010553834&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2453991729010553834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2453991729010553834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/fWTl5E7yD00/ako-is-reading.html" title="Ako is reading" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/04/ako-is-reading.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcHRXs7eyp7ImA9Wx9aF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-2248259787506696218</id><published>2011-03-10T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:13:54.503+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-10T18:13:54.503+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>Why FB?</title><content type="html">Suddenly out of nowhere I was thinking why we need facebook(FB)? To connect people? To fill in our free time? To get new friends? Or, as a cupid for a single, or maybe men who are still have 3-available seats?-this is not-so-famous-but-liked-by-men-joke-(really not my favorite one though)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For me, it's more to connect me and my old friends-either by getting re-united or to get to know better. But, to be frank, not many occasion successfully established, although the chats are going like pasar-malam :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am now at my home sitting next to my bed while watching my kids sleeping while sometimes mumbling :)-how cute. I was almost at my-half-mood-sleep when mr hubby texted that he couldn't take leave for our school holiday trip to just a nearby place. Then, I was awake and fresh again(atleast to make a new post) and searched for the next day rate and luckily it was around 40myr cheaper than the original rate. It was really our luck because since few days back I was stalking the &lt;a href="http://www.agoda.com/"&gt;agoda&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://www.booking.com/"&gt;booking&lt;/a&gt; website, no rates lower than that. So done with amendment of date etc etc and was checking my fb.&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing really special except for some of my friends were doing some fake (read: to frame someone) wall post among us. Of course I was on the comments list and I guess it will continue untill we get to framed 'her'. The funny thing is, we don't even know who is this girl :P.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;
FB really changes people I guess. From someone who are not really friendly in real-life to a VERY-friendly-charming-always available-photogenic-person, or from innocent to a very-evil-look, or enough with a profile picture of someone fierce, or cute or pictures of their cat or whatever pictures which is not the owner.&lt;br /&gt;
Opps, off topic. But, I really can't accept people who don't put their own pictures and ask people around do we know him/her? What the h*** that do you think people could or should remember you with your 2-years old kids pictures on your profile?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Actually I had a simple question in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
Should we stay connected with our husband? wife? or even close family?in FB?&lt;br /&gt;
So that everything will be inter-related while tagging each other?&lt;br /&gt;
Or is it better to have separate life in the web-life? And stay apart?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And, what if this kinda scenario happen? &lt;br /&gt;
1- IF I commented(some not-so-friendly-joke) on my junior highschool ex-classmate,(of-course men and used to be my-ex-bf but now no-feeling at all) and I don't get a chance to explain who is this guy to mr.hubby, so he will have a high possibility to conclude-&lt;b&gt;'is she cheating on me?'&lt;/b&gt; And, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;
2- IF I put some pictures of me and my friends(of course girl) hanging out somewhere without his permission(just some sudden action while doing lunch) and ter-bought something that he shouldn't know like another bag :P, and he'll definitely see it and conclude : &lt;b&gt;'you went out and bought another bag??'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These are only few simple examples that I can think of now. But there're thousands of other reasons I guess will led to misunderstanding and confusion and at last a fight between you and your partner at home in your real life. Doesn't it hurt? Your feeling, your heart and your marriage? While it can led to fitnah and tuduh menuduh between you? While actually you don't have any intentions to hurt your love?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So for me, to respect our partner and the biggest thing is the trust that can't be simply build within a year or two, I rather not to connect with my partner and stay connected with all my friends and still enjoying fb as it be~~What say you?&lt;br /&gt;
Good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2248259787506696218?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2248259787506696218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2248259787506696218&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2248259787506696218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2248259787506696218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/qJU2oCoZfRg/why-fb.html" title="Why FB?" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-fb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8GQXo8fCp7ImA9Wx9bGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-5109177670266652028</id><published>2011-03-01T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:43:40.474+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-01T09:43:40.474+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><title>Getting poorer ??</title><content type="html">Don't you think we Malaysian are getting poorer? Or, in another words, everything are getting more expensive while our salary is remain flatttt. Don't you think the same?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last Sunday I went to a mall to buy something for my nephew. He is just 2 months old and I think the most suitable thing is something for him to wear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtceL_lUCo8/TWxMsLRGf8I/AAAAAAAABZU/GiYTlIzpG4M/s1600/ik1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtceL_lUCo8/TWxMsLRGf8I/AAAAAAAABZU/GiYTlIzpG4M/s1600/ik1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-plUooMBYQgM/TWxMvoql4FI/AAAAAAAABZY/p-B6RSOSNDg/s1600/mc1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-plUooMBYQgM/TWxMvoql4FI/AAAAAAAABZY/p-B6RSOSNDg/s1600/mc1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, the mission begin. After hoping from shop to shop to another shop with empty handed and can't find any  'SALE' banner anywhere, I just bought a pair of sort of pajama. fuh~~~  everyhting was expensive. I bought it after 30% discount but still  expensive for a baby clothes which I think around 40. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KHwR69zOajY/TWxMyXxrkMI/AAAAAAAABZc/YVyCI6IeVIM/s1600/po1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KHwR69zOajY/TWxMyXxrkMI/AAAAAAAABZc/YVyCI6IeVIM/s1600/po1.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While waiting for my kids to play at the small-slide-call-playground, I went for another tour to few shops, but I think I can't rarely found anything below 50. Remind you that I am looking for 0-6 months old baby stuff ya~ not toddler or kids stuff yet.&lt;br /&gt;
That's why I think most of us opted for online boutiques which have more choices and brands with affordable price. Maybe some are not really an authentic items, but who cares? heheh&lt;br /&gt;
And, some*ehem*ehem* opted to shop just nearby their office while doing  lunch. Maybe only few options, but sometimes few is better than too many  choices heading to confusion :P &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_mMivfwHsSg/TWxNBlz7lhI/AAAAAAAABZk/0-CC8zBzHiw/s1600/sm.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_mMivfwHsSg/TWxNBlz7lhI/AAAAAAAABZk/0-CC8zBzHiw/s1600/sm.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we're in Ikea and Ikea equal to curry puff, I bought a lot as our lunch. *hungry mode*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_04Lw7K3WTw/TWxM6n-39UI/AAAAAAAABZg/nyh019jAfas/s1600/cp.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_04Lw7K3WTw/TWxM6n-39UI/AAAAAAAABZg/nyh019jAfas/s1600/cp.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The conclusion for today is, the most satisfying and affordable part of the day is the food :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-5109177670266652028?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5109177670266652028/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=5109177670266652028&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5109177670266652028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5109177670266652028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/25o4_SLoJNc/getting-poorer.html" title="Getting poorer ??" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QtceL_lUCo8/TWxMsLRGf8I/AAAAAAAABZU/GiYTlIzpG4M/s72-c/ik1.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-poorer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHSHYyeip7ImA9Wx9bGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-728026976712560311</id><published>2011-02-28T09:53:00.047+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:20:39.892+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-01T10:20:39.892+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty" /><title>Hand cream addict</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am addicted to hand cream. One of the must-buy-item when I don't have any particular things to buy when window-shopping(read: window) outing is a hand cream or hand lotion.Yes, my hands are dry type and when nothing apply to it, I think my hand's surface can replace a daily scrub to my face :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have hand lotions stock everywhere-I mean anywhere I often go. I have 1 on my table in my office,&amp;nbsp; 1 on my side table in my room, 1 in my wardrobe, and another 1 in my handbag. I think that's all. Or, do I have more?heheh.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember well since I only use the backup lotion once in a while and Alani is the primary owner to it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So far, my favorite is the shea butter by body shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YZCsX7udkso/TWxUprzq82I/AAAAAAAABZo/JJTtfwtvJuk/s1600/bs.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YZCsX7udkso/TWxUprzq82I/AAAAAAAABZo/JJTtfwtvJuk/s200/bs.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my office's desk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DGj7ERKtfzM/TWxUr_G-5uI/AAAAAAAABZs/vKJ8KILw-uw/s1600/mshl.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DGj7ERKtfzM/TWxUr_G-5uI/AAAAAAAABZs/vKJ8KILw-uw/s200/mshl.jpeg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my wardrobe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hjaj0tAt6OE/TWxUuT-731I/AAAAAAAABZw/yV8E2cUJHeo/s1600/niv.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Hjaj0tAt6OE/TWxUuT-731I/AAAAAAAABZw/yV8E2cUJHeo/s200/niv.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;in my bag&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c585AJNsuqg/TWxUwgKXzLI/AAAAAAAABZ0/DECg7JZVAC0/s1600/elia.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c585AJNsuqg/TWxUwgKXzLI/AAAAAAAABZ0/DECg7JZVAC0/s200/elia.jpeg" width="112" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on my side table in my room-Alani's favorite :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Once upon a time, we(me and kids) were thinking to add another hamster to the family, as an entertainer to them? heheh..So, we endup bought a betina hamster and Ako named it Keiochan. We tried to put it in Kukuchan's cage, but they fight and Kukuchan was so fierced or maybe it's frighthen. I can't really understand why...maybe Keiochan is too small? A baby? or, he has not been with anybody for quite sometime? hehehe....is that make sense? Seeing them fighting, we moved Keiochan to Kumichan's cage, but again, they were fighting and Keoichan was injured and bleeding. She stayed in the cage quitely and the next day we saw it, she already lying down dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2403471561017672492?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2403471561017672492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2403471561017672492&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2403471561017672492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2403471561017672492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/yQC8xepzjYo/keoichan-dead.html" title="Keiochan dead :(" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/keoichan-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MQnY-eip7ImA9Wx9bGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-7847864359126024257</id><published>2011-02-26T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T10:34:43.852+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-01T10:34:43.852+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>February only 28?</title><content type="html">Only 28 days consist in February, I am glad. Why? Nothing special :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-7847864359126024257?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7847864359126024257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=7847864359126024257&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/7847864359126024257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/7847864359126024257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/CrowA6DsCO0/february-only-28.html" title="February only 28?" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-only-28.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECRHY5fyp7ImA9Wx9bGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-3694592746449706194</id><published>2011-02-25T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T09:07:45.827+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-01T09:07:45.827+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Informative article : Respect Your Husband – Even If He Doesn’t Deserve It</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note :&amp;nbsp; this article was copied from &lt;a href="http://www.marriagemissions.com/"&gt;Marriage Missions International&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This article is pasted here just to share an informative materials with others and of course for me as a reminder :P. I think this is a very useful as nowadays there are so many resistance and hurdle in marriage life, not saying there were none in older days but because of so many man-equal-woman things is highlighted and not-only-men is working in a house, so sometimes this kind of reminder would be a drawback sort of warning to a woman called a wife :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Topic(s): For Married Women&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband, Ron, admits that he used to be jerk, but I discovered a secret formula that turned him into a loving husband: I started treating him like a VIP! Ron always wanted me to respect him, but I thought he had to earn it and I had to feel it, before I could do it. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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We women are very good at pointing out our husbands’ faults and failures and punishing them for not meeting our needs, but that only leads to discontent and distance in our marriages. We all know that yelling, nagging, and belittling are disrespectful and ineffective. So I’m suggesting a radical concept: Treat him like a king, and eventually, he will begin to treat you like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of waiting for him earn your respect, behave respectfully and watch him grow into the man God designed him to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twenty five years ago, our marriage was on the brink of divorce. I was controlling, critical and disrespectful so Ron was defensive and angry. We were both Christians but neither of us was living a spirit-filled life. I was letting my emotions determine my actions and thought it was Ron’s job to make me happy. But through a series of miracles (read my book for the whole story) we made a decision to rebuild our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to a Christian counselor who said “Nancy, the only way you will win Ron back and stay married is if you begin to respect your husband.” I knew he was right so I swallowed hard and came up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are three of the ways I began to respect Ron: They are easy to remember because they spell out the goal—to treat him like a V.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;
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Respect him Verbally, Intellectually, and Physically. &lt;br /&gt;
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Verbally: Cut out (ok… cut back) complaining and add in compliments.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to have a peaceful, happy marriage, learn the art of the compliment. Compliments are like magnets and the more you compliment your husband the more he will be attracted to you. Begin to notice when he does it right and verbally encourage him by complimenting him at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are having a hard time thinking of anything to admire, consider these categories: physical traits, mental skills, financial strengths, spiritual growth, or healthy relationships with others (children, parents, or friends).&lt;br /&gt;
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You may be asking “Hey, why should I compliment him when he NEVER compliments me?” It’s because, if you want your marriage to grow and bloom, you’ll have to water it with kindness and encouragement. Then, as he sees your sincere efforts, he will begin to change too. Don’t give up.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do need to bring up a difficult issue, place it between two compliments, also known as a “Compliment Sandwich.” Here’s an example, “Honey, I know how hard you work for our money and that Sally’s braces will be expensive, but I need your decision before her appointment tomorrow. I hope we can do this for her, but if you want to wait, I trust your judgment. What should I tell the orthodontist?”&lt;br /&gt;
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Intellectually:&lt;br /&gt;
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Men like to solve problems and fix things. So appeal to his intelligence by asking him to help you solve a problem. Instead of saying “This garage is a mess, clean up your camping stuff!” Try, “I’d like your help with something. Could you figure out a storage system for all the camping supplies?”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Don’t imply that he isn’t smart. Instead of saying “I think you are wrong about…” Say, “I’m confused about… please explain it again” (Remember to keep your tone of voice sarcasm-free.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Request his help on Spiritual matters too. Ask him to explain a passage of Scripture or ask him to pray for you when you are going through a difficult time. If your husband is not the spiritual leader in your home, continue to pray for him and ask him if there is anything you are doing that is hindering his relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Men don’t give a lot of weight to feelings—show them facts and they’ll be more likely to listen. For example: if he wants to buy a car that you think is too expensive, don’t launch into a hissy-fit, write out your monthly expenses and ask him what other things should be cut out in order to buy his car. Let the facts speak for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you cannot reach an agreement, instead of trying to wear him down by nagging or crying say, “Is that your final decision or can I still try to convince you?” If it’s his final decision, then honor it. It’s freeing—let him carry the responsibility of your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Physically: &lt;br /&gt;
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Physically ask what he would like you to do and then, do it. Find out what his top three needs are. Ron likes the laundry done, sex a least twice a week (guaranteed!) and he likes me to keep my “girly-make-up stuff” off of the bathroom counter. If these top needs are met, he’s content and easy to get along with. I know it sounds simple, but each of us have different things that make us feel loved and appreciated. You won’t know what he wants unless you ask him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be aware of your body language. You can communicate disrespect by rolling your eyes, crossing your arms, or slamming doors. Reflect your new decision to respect your husband in your heart, mind, and body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Change your attitude and actions&lt;br /&gt;
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Respect is both a verb and a noun: an action and an attitude so begin today to respect your husband in thought, word, and deed. He will be more willing and able to give you the love and affection you need if he is respected and admired. When I began to respect my husband, he was skeptical at first. However as he saw that I was committed to change, he began to treat me differently—lovingly. We now teach at couples’ events, helping others discover the blessings of true love in action.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ask the Lord to strengthen you as you obey His word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-3694592746449706194?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3694592746449706194/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=3694592746449706194&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3694592746449706194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3694592746449706194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/alskc_jTNwE/informative-article-respect-your.html" title="Informative article : Respect Your Husband – Even If He Doesn’t Deserve It" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/informative-article-respect-your.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FRXg8cSp7ImA9Wx9bFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-3939808799659815227</id><published>2011-02-24T10:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:18:34.679+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-24T10:18:34.679+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food and beverages" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Breakfast</title><content type="html">When it comes to outside breakfast, first thing in my mind is Mamak.&lt;br /&gt;
I know it's a totally bad eating habit but sometimes when thinking of choices we have, it is almost ----everywhere mamak----&lt;br /&gt;
And, for another unfortunate thing is, a newly(not quite new) open mamak restaurant just a walking distance from my house. Some kind of mix-feeling. Whether we should be thankful or the other way around. Yes, it depends on situation. For some evening-early night-express-empty stomach, yes, this is a good thing. Just sarung something proper, vroom-here we are.&lt;br /&gt;
But, sometimes when I don't have mood to defrost ikan, daging etc (maybe I need a new fridge with d defrost function LOL) and so tired to even slice a garlic, so here we are again--the mamak :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously to be honest, I would prefer something simple and healthy for my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
Like, be it an omelet, or toast bread with butter and kaya, or just a banana with milk. Walla! It's a perfect for me. So, for my memory sake and maybe for others to enjoy, here is a menu for my gorgeous-healthy omelete. Actually I learnt this while I was on my 6th anniversary vacation in Santika Hotel in Bali. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ingredients : 2 eggs, some sausage, onions,tomatoes, celery, any kind of  mushrooms, cheese and some salt, butter for saute and ground black  pepper.&lt;br /&gt;
Small chopped all the veggies, onions and sausages.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNX5hgrk0MM/TWW8Qc-rxeI/AAAAAAAABY8/hJJTrzxzAtw/s1600/soj1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNX5hgrk0MM/TWW8Qc-rxeI/AAAAAAAABY8/hJJTrzxzAtw/s200/soj1.jpeg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sausage&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y9snzyI7Uk/TWWy_7AwyUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wi4eoi-50Us/s1600/tom1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6y9snzyI7Uk/TWWy_7AwyUI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wi4eoi-50Us/s200/tom1.jpeg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAdZNqdipTU/TWWzEKO290I/AAAAAAAABYU/xOu9FJ4pFik/s1600/sad.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mAdZNqdipTU/TWWzEKO290I/AAAAAAAABYU/xOu9FJ4pFik/s200/sad.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celeries&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ_lfMV4_S4/TWWze3m2I4I/AAAAAAAABYY/MEwGQaUcHlE/s1600/che.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ_lfMV4_S4/TWWze3m2I4I/AAAAAAAABYY/MEwGQaUcHlE/s200/che.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sliced cheese&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5NxGiyzs1o/TWW1mKQNbYI/AAAAAAAABYk/FNcf-Ohcbus/s1600/egg.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5NxGiyzs1o/TWW1mKQNbYI/AAAAAAAABYk/FNcf-Ohcbus/s200/egg.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eggs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dBF_tSZxrQ/TWWzpMJO_hI/AAAAAAAABYc/IhnxsMc95HY/s1600/mus.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6dBF_tSZxrQ/TWWzpMJO_hI/AAAAAAAABYc/IhnxsMc95HY/s200/mus.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mushrooms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IBkIc1_19E/TWW1XhrW_EI/AAAAAAAABYg/gbO9Swwfm5g/s1600/pep.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0IBkIc1_19E/TWW1XhrW_EI/AAAAAAAABYg/gbO9Swwfm5g/s200/pep.jpeg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ground black pepper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How to cook :&lt;br /&gt;
To cook the veggies :&lt;br /&gt;
1-Melt some butter in fry pan, and add onion-saute for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
2-Add all the veggies into fry pan&lt;br /&gt;
3-Add salt and ground black pepper.&lt;br /&gt;
4-Once cooked, remove from pan and set aside. &lt;br /&gt;
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To cook the eggs : &lt;br /&gt;
1-Stir eggs and add some salt.&lt;br /&gt;
2-Add some butter into the fry-pan again and add the eggs untill half cook.&lt;br /&gt;
3-Pour cheese randomly all over the eggs and add-on some ground blackpepper.&lt;br /&gt;
4-Add all the veggies into a side of the eggs, and wrap(cover) the other onto it.&lt;br /&gt;
--DONE-- &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To add more flavor, eat it with tomato sauce...and it's so yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s : you can play around with any veggies you like. for me, I just add any veggies I found in my fridge :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1pbYXOksI8/TWW4XbnA8QI/AAAAAAAABY4/A2WYEFuxZNE/s1600/om2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1pbYXOksI8/TWW4XbnA8QI/AAAAAAAABY4/A2WYEFuxZNE/s400/om2.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my gorgeous-healthy omelete :)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;pix googled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-3939808799659815227?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3939808799659815227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=3939808799659815227&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3939808799659815227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3939808799659815227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/Lx4k5lpptxE/breakfast.html" title="Breakfast" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNX5hgrk0MM/TWW8Qc-rxeI/AAAAAAAABY8/hJJTrzxzAtw/s72-c/soj1.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/breakfast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADQXc5fCp7ImA9Wx9bFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-5577396294943659991</id><published>2011-02-23T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:49:30.924+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T09:49:30.924+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alani" /><title>I am happy</title><content type="html">I am a blessed and most happiest mom in the world today. Alani went to the nursery without crying and waving to me happily(altho ada mcm nak nangis sikit2).&lt;br /&gt;
It made my day~~~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It has been a week plus since I started to sent her and Ako to this nursery, and she've been crying like some stranger bully her :( And, to prevent that to happen infront of me, I asked her dad to send her instead.&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily it was fine and successful(pandai kan ibu? :P).&lt;br /&gt;
But today she is willing to be send by me....&lt;br /&gt;
I love you darling~~~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9ESzlFdKMU/TWRkdxxp3jI/AAAAAAAABWA/UE63uIYW398/s1600/DSC_2513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9ESzlFdKMU/TWRkdxxp3jI/AAAAAAAABWA/UE63uIYW398/s400/DSC_2513.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from this face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BU2TVuNG0Fc/TWRknghOpsI/AAAAAAAABWE/nENATZ8bq2E/s1600/DSC00129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BU2TVuNG0Fc/TWRknghOpsI/AAAAAAAABWE/nENATZ8bq2E/s400/DSC00129.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;to this sort of happy-feeling face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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for anybody that maybe forgotten how do I look, and how grown up are my kids, here are some pixs from my lappy. even not that latest, but good enough to share~ &lt;br /&gt;
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p/s:my hubby is a shy guy, so not revealing his face at this moment(untill I tell him I'd started blogging again :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-8757085040794141078?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/8757085040794141078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=8757085040794141078&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8757085040794141078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8757085040794141078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/_cRpcJd4qYE/hello-remember-me.html" title="Hello, remember us?" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNH41hkfcho/TWMU0IN1g4I/AAAAAAAABV0/IGQECPfxYSw/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-remember-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMSXo5cSp7ImA9Wx9bE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-8402710713016237754</id><published>2011-02-22T08:00:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:08:08.429+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-22T10:08:08.429+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Tuesday is a good day</title><content type="html">because??&lt;br /&gt;
today is another day that I'm living happily with my family and friends. I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another big memorable thing is today is my best friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
She is turning xx today, but I can say nobody repeat nobody will ever guess her age is xx by now.&lt;br /&gt;
I could say maybe because she is :&lt;br /&gt;
1-cute&lt;br /&gt;
2-young-face&lt;br /&gt;
3-good-&lt;strike&gt;sexy&lt;/strike&gt;-body-shape&lt;br /&gt;
4-young-hear-ted&lt;br /&gt;
5-she owned a nice platnumber 2202 (not related?? :P)&lt;br /&gt;
6-she is a friend of a young-lady as well &amp;gt;-&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, happy birthday to my dear lovely friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://aitoseikatsu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shida &lt;/a&gt;..hope you will have the greatest day ever in your life. May we still remain friends untill our life's end. I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-8402710713016237754?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/8402710713016237754/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=8402710713016237754&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8402710713016237754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8402710713016237754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/nS7HWDfNS_g/tuesday-is-good-day.html" title="Tuesday is a good day" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/tuesday-is-good-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYAR34-cSp7ImA9Wx9bEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-8806680973685113048</id><published>2011-02-21T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T16:15:46.059+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T16:15:46.059+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Misc" /><title>Abandoned blog with a lazy-not-so-busy blogger</title><content type="html">Howdy?? Howdy?? What am I doing all these while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Working for 365 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Being a mom of STILL 2 big boy AKO and anak daraku ALANI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Being a busy as a queen bee wife for mr-sudah-berjambang-hubby(hope he will not found this blog soon-or good enuf untill i can keep quiet from telling him i'd updated back my blog-which is not-so-yani-thing  :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Being an around-er 6-hours housewife to handle house-chore withOUT a helper---which had runawayyyyy far far away--if i have time, i'll blog about this :) (n, this will also happen if I'm able to continue blogging :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Being a daughter, younger and older sister, good-helpful relative, neighbour(altho i had only 2 neighbour) to all my close one's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Being a good and again helpful friend to all my friends out there (mood perasan)&lt;br /&gt;and....here are the list goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : wishing am having this same feeling when turning to d office tomorrow morning--or else, nobody will see me writing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-8806680973685113048?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/8806680973685113048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=8806680973685113048&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8806680973685113048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/8806680973685113048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/yXn4nCXtGEM/abandoned-blog-with-lazy-not-so-busy.html" title="Abandoned blog with a lazy-not-so-busy blogger" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/abandoned-blog-with-lazy-not-so-busy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQESHw_cCp7ImA9Wx9bFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-1573773348679082181</id><published>2011-02-02T09:00:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T14:25:09.248+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-23T14:25:09.248+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ako" /><title>OMG-My son turned 6</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note : This is an old entry but am putting it becoz it's something that I wanna stick into my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My son had turn 6 this year. What an amazing and great achievement for me as his mom aka CFO. Opps, not forgetting his dad, as the major :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had our small party with Thomas and friends theme which is his favorite character ever since he was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But recently he had addicted to Ultraman as well. Why is on earth that every single boy child in the world(atleast as far as I know) has interest in the-fake-swimmingsuite-not-logic ultraman? We can always predict that he must be defeated by the monster, and the button blink, and suddenly he won----boo--riinnggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know, child's prespective is totally different from what we seen. I know~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, enough with the theme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here come the parteeyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Date held : 29-1-2011 -why it's not on 2/2 itself? becoz it's Thursday-yes, it's CNY holiday, but becoz it's a long holiday, we afraid people will go out of d town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day : Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time : 11am to 2pm. but end up at 11, we're still waiting for the SR to open his kedai and handover the cake :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Decorations :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Birthday card invitation, banner, cupcake toppers, party pack were designed and prepared by &lt;a href="http://blog.tripletplusone.com/"&gt;tripletplusone &lt;/a&gt;team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cute birthday invitation card&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Balloon deco, Mr Clown together with balloon sculpture, face painting and sand art activities by &lt;a href="http://magicnoorihan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noorihan Balloon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures : to be uploaded soon I'll get home and randomly pick from the-1000s-of-pix-folder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;d bz hosts&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLEBpjSvFbY/TWRmrktYi9I/AAAAAAAABWg/l1fGutxmaNo/s1600/CSC_0788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLEBpjSvFbY/TWRmrktYi9I/AAAAAAAABWg/l1fGutxmaNo/s320/CSC_0788.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;member2 tuan rumah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and more pix to be uploaded once found it :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-1573773348679082181?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/1573773348679082181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=1573773348679082181&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/1573773348679082181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/1573773348679082181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/6n9JaZlGcHI/omg-my-son-turned-6.html" title="OMG-My son turned 6" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t40X30DmfqE/TWRmXamvyFI/AAAAAAAABWc/ZNhDPomnezY/s72-c/CSC_0786.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/02/omg-my-son-turned-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMRns7cCp7ImA9Wx9bFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-7978223223576164381</id><published>2011-01-30T09:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:14:47.508+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-24T10:14:47.508+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><title>Weekend in JB</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note : this is an old entry, but due to it's owner memory sake, it's blogged here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All this while when we back to hometown in JB, we'll stayed in JB first where his mom stay,&lt;br /&gt;
and then follow by his grandma's house. His grandma's staying 11/2hrs north apart from JB, so we'll just say hi and bye.&lt;br /&gt;
But this time since we're early, we went to his grandma's house first. It's been a while since we visited her. Isk, jahat kan...And, what weirdly happen is, her grandma...oppss sorry, which is my grandma too...heheh...want to follow us to JB to visit her own daughter. Aish, when it comes to mom-child bond, the mom's bond will never defeated. Altho we feel 'oo..I had called her last week, so I'll call back a week later then' and we'll never feel that sorry for doing that. But, for our mom(hehe..I am a very 'new' mom) it's been an ages that we're not contacting her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okeh, back to the grandma story, yes...she did follow us to JB and stayed in my mom-in-law house. The rest, enjoy d pics..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjQ7D1qq1rs/TWRr7ZOxI9I/AAAAAAAABXE/ZcKdxeGa_Wg/s1600/DSC_0402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjQ7D1qq1rs/TWRr7ZOxI9I/AAAAAAAABXE/ZcKdxeGa_Wg/s400/DSC_0402.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's pool time~~ in thistle JB (a very recommended hotel)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYhSXLSo9Jw/TWRsAopehAI/AAAAAAAABXI/74H3XNbP694/s1600/DSC_0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYhSXLSo9Jw/TWRsAopehAI/AAAAAAAABXI/74H3XNbP694/s400/DSC_0446.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At their onyang's house-with d fake tiger to frighten the bad monkeysss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-Vec_nOojc/TWRsC_RdsSI/AAAAAAAABXM/7sdFt93EP3M/s1600/DSC_0474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-Vec_nOojc/TWRsC_RdsSI/AAAAAAAABXM/7sdFt93EP3M/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;infront of their onyang house-'we are d superheros'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zJugzG2-OM/TWRsHCHcnuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/UI6IucpNIDw/s1600/CSC_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9zJugzG2-OM/TWRsHCHcnuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/UI6IucpNIDw/s400/CSC_0785.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my onyang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-7978223223576164381?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/7978223223576164381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=7978223223576164381&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/7978223223576164381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/7978223223576164381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/wi-NWSVtM2E/weekend-in-jb.html" title="Weekend in JB" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjQ7D1qq1rs/TWRr7ZOxI9I/AAAAAAAABXE/ZcKdxeGa_Wg/s72-c/DSC_0402.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-in-jb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQXs6eyp7ImA9Wx9bFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-1403773841878138330</id><published>2010-06-28T10:32:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:00:00.513+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-24T11:00:00.513+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><title>A great memories on 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note : This is an olddd entry and been blogged just for my own memory sake. tq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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2010 was a very memorable year for us. As the summary-we bought a car, a house, we had re-paint our curent car from not-so-red(pink) to blue, we HAD a maid and we sort of permanently working in Cyberjaya.&lt;br /&gt;
We bought our dream car on June. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdhIlk8nt5Q/TWXGcMPJO4I/AAAAAAAABZE/F9lz_PVT8ZM/s1600/cal.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdhIlk8nt5Q/TWXGcMPJO4I/AAAAAAAABZE/F9lz_PVT8ZM/s1600/cal.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our dream car :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had re-paint our current car from not-so-red-aka-pink color to blue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdxhwzN7Q2c/TWXGetb3eXI/AAAAAAAABZI/xNG0ZpemeMA/s1600/kiar.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdxhwzN7Q2c/TWXGetb3eXI/AAAAAAAABZI/xNG0ZpemeMA/s1600/kiar.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from this sort of color--&amp;gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcVbPkm4B_0/TWXGgtOC-WI/AAAAAAAABZM/hpE0x55PfD4/s1600/kiab.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcVbPkm4B_0/TWXGgtOC-WI/AAAAAAAABZM/hpE0x55PfD4/s1600/kiab.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;to this color-pix googled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We got our house key around July. And we moved in around Aug, just few weeks before Ramadhan. And, surprisingly we already had 3 events in this house; masuk rumah doa selamat, Raya open house and Ako's 6th birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vkz5nKwos8/TWXFExBzKdI/AAAAAAAABZA/wOT3F7UVXdk/s1600/mi2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vkz5nKwos8/TWXFExBzKdI/AAAAAAAABZA/wOT3F7UVXdk/s1600/mi2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our house-pix googled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had a maid on May but she ran away on Dec-I can't remember well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8k-gcAN6HQ/TWXG3XbgnAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/IdBA3PB3L4w/s1600/maid.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8k-gcAN6HQ/TWXG3XbgnAI/AAAAAAAABZQ/IdBA3PB3L4w/s1600/maid.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pix googled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And, we are both now working in Cyberjaya and at this moment not thinking to shift to another working location(read : location).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So no long-detail stories to write, just as my diary setter that my 2010 was a year to remember.&lt;br /&gt;
Alhamdulillah~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-1403773841878138330?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/1403773841878138330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=1403773841878138330&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/1403773841878138330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/1403773841878138330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/HEeUtRjZoYE/great-memories-on-2010.html" title="A great memories on 2010" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdhIlk8nt5Q/TWXGcMPJO4I/AAAAAAAABZE/F9lz_PVT8ZM/s72-c/cal.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-memories-on-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMR3c7cCp7ImA9WxVaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-2824713401136443721</id><published>2009-04-18T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:34:46.908+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T01:34:46.908+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><title>Pearls...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cerita pasal sabah sikit lagi ye...hehe...jgn mare..the most reason is : utk kenangan sendiri..&lt;br /&gt;these are all the pearls yg me sempat rembat masa di pasar sandakan. not so much choices as per compared to KK from what i heared...but, it's enough for this moment (;P)&lt;br /&gt;We all plan nak repeat trip ke sabah both to KK and sandakan...nak menikmati hari dipulau lama sikit dan of course shopping byk sikit dan maybe lebih nilai di KK. insyaallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei8BPMbWBI/AAAAAAAABVY/IyByxznFALQ/s1600-h/DSCN4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei8BPMbWBI/AAAAAAAABVY/IyByxznFALQ/s320/DSCN4313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713288810158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yg ontop of d pic..yg satu set tu belong tu Alani. Oleh kerana recently dia makin suka melaram...semua benda dia nak try..dan endup belila dia satu set as kenangan..cantik dan murah benget...bukan semua ni belong tu me...ada certain nak kasik kat mother in law and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are aiming for any trip in mesia...go to east part coz pantai yg amat cantik...dan unik dr tpt kita....tp, better go for somewhere yg ada someone kita kenal or tourist guide..lg bagus...so bolehla pergi ke pulau or tpt yg kita tak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios sabah!! till we meet again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-2824713401136443721?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/2824713401136443721/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=2824713401136443721&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2824713401136443721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/2824713401136443721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/OaegUhRWmAw/pearls.html" title="Pearls..." /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei8BPMbWBI/AAAAAAAABVY/IyByxznFALQ/s72-c/DSCN4313.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2009/04/pearls.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8HRX0zeip7ImA9WxVaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-5736387808039292627</id><published>2009-04-18T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:20:34.382+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T01:20:34.382+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sale" /><title>TUDUNG BAWAL clearance stock</title><content type="html">My &lt;a href="http://yani-sale.blogspot.com"&gt;sale blog&lt;/a&gt; updated with all new tudung bawal..please have a visit---harga runtuh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-5736387808039292627?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/5736387808039292627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=5736387808039292627&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5736387808039292627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/5736387808039292627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/swanmbDTUC0/tudung-bawal-clearance-stock.html" title="TUDUNG BAWAL clearance stock" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudung-bawal-clearance-stock.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AARnw9eCp7ImA9WxVaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4963493895708309213.post-3217192083138620466</id><published>2009-04-13T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:35:47.260+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T01:35:47.260+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="famili" /><title>My parents n gang balik</title><content type="html">nak sambung cerita sikit pasal sabah...&lt;br /&gt;we all balik on tuesday, wed terus keje. but my parents n gang dok seminggu which balik on 11th. We 3 beranak (hubby keje) tumpang ngan my cousin gi airport naik bas persiaran yg dipandu oleh my cousin utk ambik diorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei2-EInRNI/AAAAAAAABVE/rDdfUmZh_bw/s1600-h/DSCN4295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei2-EInRNI/AAAAAAAABVE/rDdfUmZh_bw/s320/DSCN4295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707736743625938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei2-Uaga1I/AAAAAAAABVM/XxNcRB8Rkx4/s1600-h/DSCN4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei2-Uaga1I/AAAAAAAABVM/XxNcRB8Rkx4/s320/DSCN4300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325707741113641810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alani yg nak jugak duduk kat depan trolley tu...with cousins and aunt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, yg bestnya lepas balik dr airport...ingatkan semua org bercadang nak balik ke tpt masing2 terus....tetapi.....suddenly all of us headed to my hometown...all was my idea...yg nak makan udang dan ikan besar2 dan fresh2(tanpa perlu memasak sendiri dirumah) yg dikirim oleh my cousin dr sabah bersama luggage parents me...nak makan sedap kena pandai ni....huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby yg abis keje kol 10pun jadi mangsa..kena balik telukintan...tp, dia actually rela kot(assume sendiri) sbb dia memang penggemar udang yg amat sejati....tq hubby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4963493895708309213-3217192083138620466?l=tennitodoku.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/feeds/3217192083138620466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4963493895708309213&amp;postID=3217192083138620466&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3217192083138620466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4963493895708309213/posts/default/3217192083138620466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Tennitodoku/~3/TrKf71boXJM/my-parents-n-gang-balik.html" title="My parents n gang balik" /><author><name>YANI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848128555020682895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HqiGZGwOXl4/TWRoUxpcPUI/AAAAAAAABWk/7quAavO6Inw/s220/425.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Do_00BandvI/Sei2-EInRNI/AAAAAAAABVE/rDdfUmZh_bw/s72-c/DSCN4295.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tennitodoku.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-parents-n-gang-balik.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

