<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721</id><updated>2011-06-18T18:03:19.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dengarlah Bisikan Hasrat Hatiku Ini..."</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112422532645636579</id><published>2005-08-16T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:48:46.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5900/649/1600/cutie%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5900/649/320/cutie%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;THIS WILL BE MY LAST ENTRY... NOT GOING TO GIVE ANY REASON WHY BUT JUST WOULD LIKE TO TELL ALL THAT THIS WILL BE IT... I HAVE MOVED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;BUT BEFORE I LEAVE, I JUST WANT TO SAY TO ALL WHO HAS READ MY BLOG WHEREVER OR WHOEVER YOU ARE, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; FOR TAKING THE TIME READING THIS NOT SO INTERESTING BLOG OF MINE AND DON'T WORRY, I WILL DEFINTELY READ YOUR BLOGS AND LEAVE COMMENTS IF SO REQUIRED... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;SO, I BID MY FAREWELL... THANK YOU AGAIN ALL FOR THE KIND WORDS AND FRIENDSHIP... YOU ALL HAVE BEEN GREAT AND HOPE ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL AGAIN!!! AND DO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF AND MAY YOUR LIFE BE FILLED WITH FULFILLMENT AND DREAMS.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I have put my genius into my life; all I've put into my works is my talent..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Andre Gide. Gide, Oscar Wilde: In Memoriam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112422532645636579?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112422532645636579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112422532645636579&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112422532645636579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112422532645636579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112350390056295267</id><published>2005-08-08T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T13:35:27.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean my Window Please???!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"...Ding Dong...Bell..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well, hello there! How are you doing?" I said, as soon as the door opened. "I'm fine cheers! 'Bout yourself?" he replied with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm fine thanks. Here's £5 pound, I'm sorry I have no change!" I said apolegetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh! Don worry about it! I've got plenty of change! Here you go, £1.20 change..." and he put it on my palm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well, you have a good weekend okay and I'll see you again next month! Thanks alot!" giving him my sweetest of smile and he smiled back broadly as we bid our goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh.... What a dish... Just as I opened the door when the doorbell rang, there he was, stood in-front of me with his tight short-jeans, showing off his thigh muscles which is so toned and just so tan and just so tight (I donno about the bum coz when we say our goodbye, I just shut the door, never look back)... And his eyes... electric blue I tell you! You just could melt in those eyes... I've got a thing about men with blue eyes anyway (that's how I got attracted to James in the first place - the eyes!) so, when I look into those blue eyes... in my head I just go siiiiiggggghhhhhh.... And his toned body - very muscular but doesn't look like those professional body-builders - it looks just right... Can't take my eyes off those body! Hubba! Hubba!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep! That's the window cleaner for you! He cleans not only our window but all the windows in Shelf and I bet all the women will go ga-ga at the sight of him... He's not young nor is he old - I reckon mid thirties or late thirties... and his name? That is one thing that I didn't ask... But Mr. Hunk is a hunk for sure! He cleans our window at least once a month and do a good job at it too and will collect his 'fee' every Friday... And his smile... So captivating and sooo broad and just ooooh la la!!! Mesmerising.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay... Enough Already about the Window Cleaner.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Judges, please reveal your score for Mr. Hunk the Window Cleaner: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;MassyLassy: 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the Women In Shelf: 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;All the Men in Shelf: 0 - Boooooooooooo!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Anyone who would like their window clean by Mr. Hunk, please drop me an e-mail with your address and telephone number and I will get back to you ASAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recommendation fee: 10% &amp;amp; Satisafaction Guaranteed as your window will be spotless for sure!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112350390056295267?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112350390056295267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112350390056295267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112350390056295267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112350390056295267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/08/clean-my-window-please.html' title='Clean my Window Please???!!!!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112328977460581131</id><published>2005-08-06T01:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:02:19.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just finish... Will Start Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James and I, we watch Big Brother on Channel 4 but Not religiously of course! Only on weekdays at 10pm (well sometimes weekends if they are showing) and that's when our bottoms will be stuck on the sofa for about an hour - just to watch Big Brother… We are not couch potatoes... Well, sometimes we can be when we've got absolutely nothing to do and just bored! But of course there are other things that we will be doing whenever we get bored but I won't get into that... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call us sad if you want or out of our heads but after the final episode of Celebrity Love Island, we switched to Big Brother - despite the fact that we try convincing each other that this time all the house-mates are crackers and are just boring sods! They bitches at each other, plenty of backstabbing, hypocrites all around the house, they are whiny gits, loud mouth, so darn melodramatic and just plain dim-witted and foolish… Yet, despite all those bad qualities, we still decided to watch it coz it’s just pure fun! It gets on our nerves sometimes – these house-mates but somehow we enjoy watching it! Very weird it may sound, but that’s the fact… We are purely insane and weird and again sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I’ve turn that last page of the book I’m reading and the ending was unexpected. Wasn’t what I anticipated but still I tremendously enjoyed reading it! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for my next book, the Author that I’m targeting is Kate Long as she just had her second novel out and I just can’t wait to get my hand on that book! Can’t really remember the title, but if the second book is as good as her first, then I’m up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s my Bro-in-Law’s fiancé’s birthday dinner tomorrow and... am I looking forward to it? Hmmmm… Ask me again tomorrow! I’m not sure if I’m actually looking forward to it coz we’re going to the same restaurant as we did last year for her birthday and it’s getting really stale… if you know what I mean... But I guess I just have to make the most out of it and just enjoy the company of others and not to order as much food… No starters for me please... but dessert? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh no!!! Talk about dessert! I’m gonna bake her a birthday cake tomorrow and just hope that it will come out right and the cake will rise… Hee! Hee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyroad… I am still waiting for my e-mail replies, so, whoever you are (u noe who you are), don’t forget okay? Or else I will haunt you down!!! Just kidding! Take your time Baby Dolls!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is madness! Thanks to Kemal from the Big Brother House Mate (who was evicted last week), I kept using his phrase – Baby Doll! I gotta be original and think of something else – but baby doll just sound so……… girlish? Soooo cute? I donno! It just sound so manja or something……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Library tomorrow… gym…. Shopping… bake cake… eat, eat, eat… drink… drink… sleep… sleep… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112328977460581131?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112328977460581131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112328977460581131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112328977460581131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112328977460581131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-finish-will-start-again.html' title='Just finish... Will Start Again...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112307090549025936</id><published>2005-08-03T12:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:08:25.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Few Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It felt like forever but it has only been 5 days since I blog... Why that long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well, if you must know this is my excuse: - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;You see, I am a slow reader, and I mean really a slow reader (think tortoise in a race with the rabbit and I'm the tortoise) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;and when I read, I like to take my own sweet time and absorb everything that's been read/written (if you get my drift here)  and ESPECIALLY if the book I'm reading is damn good and worth not putting it down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So, I've found that book that I cannot put down as soon as I started reading it! Page after page after page and my eyes just go up and down side ways (sigh, now my eyes are crossed! Help!)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I bought it on Saturday when I was out galavanting with the Hubby in town! Ah yes! It was a great Saturday Afternoon but gotta get back home soon coz Hubby don't wanna miss the F1 Qualifying and weather doesn't look promising either!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;This book that got me hook is more of like an over 18 kind of book but not too skanky or too 'dirty' if you want to call it... I donno how to describe what sort of book it is but - maybe bit of romance, bit of war, bit of this and that - I just have to say that it's a good book to read. A good leasure sort of book... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Anyroad (as the Liverpolien {not sure right spelling} say it), I won't be posting any new entry for the next few days or until I've read every single page of that book and am satisfied with it and can just breath in and out normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until then, cheerio!!! Promise I will write soon!!! Do send me an e-mail though (y'all noe who you are) and I will definetely reply as soon as possible... OTEH???? As in OKAY??!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now back to my book... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"She undressed herself.... bla, bla, blah... he started kissing her viciously... blah, blah, blah... etc, etc, etc... room steamed up.... etc, etc, etc... clothes all on the floor.... etc, etc, etc.... Uhhhmmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Oooooppssss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112307090549025936?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112307090549025936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112307090549025936&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112307090549025936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112307090549025936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-for-few-days.html' title='Just For Few Days...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112263157527293201</id><published>2005-07-29T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:23:20.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly High Up In the Sky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/wifout%20engrs%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/wifout%20engrs%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“So, what do you think of MassyLassy after meeting her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! She says I’m cute but I think she’s cuter than me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Like a teddy bear - Like my teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was Madam’s niece reply when she came around the office and was asked of her opinion about me. By the way, she’s only 7 years old but a glance at her, you might think that she’s 10 years of age…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, there you are! I’m &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Of all the thing, I’m cute. What’s the meaning of cute? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGLY BUT ADORABLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is what it means… Yes, that’s what they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I’m just thankful that she says I’m cute – heck at least I’m adorable aren’t I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes… Over the year(s) living in the UK, I’ve gain a few pounds (that’s lying, really; not a few but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A whole heap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!) and yes, my face now is as round as a round teddy bear (whatever that means) but let’s just say that it’s rounder than it was before &lt;strong&gt;okay&lt;/strong&gt;!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now just leave it will yah! I know! I know! Don’t have to remind me over and over again! I know already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Silence Now!!!! Tsank You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, at least I’m not overweight for my height… or am I? Hmmmn… I need to check on this one just to make sure and be on the safe side…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will not break down just coz someone calls me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Well, cute is better than Ugly isn’t it? Isn't It???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once asked of my age and I told her to guess it and remarkably she says I looked 18 to 20 of age or early twenty’s like 20-24 years old which makes me feel really over the moon! She says I don’t look my age at all when I told her how old I was (which is 27 in September thank you very much! *hint* *hint*)… Syukur Alhamdulillah is all I can say to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I’ve got a date tomorrow and I’m just thrilled to bits! How long has it been since I’ve been out on a date? Well, let’s say it has been a long time and I must say that I am just looking forward to this date! Will be meeting him in town as he’s working tomorrow, then we will have that long lunch where we’ll talk about anything and everything under the sun, gazing at each others eyes, touching his hand and he touching mine, and then maybe, just maybe if he’s in a charitable mood, we do a bit of shopping, or just walking around town, holding hands, smiling away like a teenager in love for the first time… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the mix feelings of exhilaration and walking on cloud nine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sigh, sigh… Weeeeeeeee Heeeeeeeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hubby better not cancel lunch tomorrow or else I’ll be really cross with him! Hee! Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112263157527293201?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112263157527293201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112263157527293201&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112263157527293201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112263157527293201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/fly-high-up-in-sky.html' title='Fly High Up In the Sky!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112238101082336285</id><published>2005-07-26T13:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:30:10.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Ma Ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Cough…cough…cough…’ My throat tickled… and I cough again…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You are such a drama queen! Not a drag queen but a drama queen! You blow everything out of proportion! It’s just about…peeeeeeeetttt!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, for that I see eye to eye with hubby! I am such a Drama Queen! But sometimes a girl just got to add a dash (just a dash, not more than that) of Drama in the marriage life to get that attention, don’t we? Don’t we? Or it could just be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I found the answer, maybe not the precise one but those answer will do at this precious moment! Thanks to R and Susan… Somehow, I think I can’t go through many things without the support of R… How judicious, wise she is at such a young age…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Susan? Well, she constantly says the right thing at the right precise moment whenever it’s been needed the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you is all I can say!&lt;br /&gt;If that’s not enough, then let me know and I will consider something else for you ladies okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is MassyLassy and I am a DRAMA QUEEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112238101082336285?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112238101082336285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112238101082336285&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112238101082336285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112238101082336285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/drama-ma-ma.html' title='Drama Ma Ma!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112232480065945578</id><published>2005-07-25T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:53:20.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on Thin Ice... or Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There will be times when we sat alone in a room, and cast doubt on ourselves if the decisions that we made in life was the right one? Did we go to the right University? Did we choose the right partner? Is this the career that we really want? Is this the right shoe for this dress? Will he like my Mee Goreng or does he prefer the Mamak’s better? What we told that person – should it be told or should we just keep mum about it? Will we ever know the decision that we made will benefit us or will it just crush us down to dust? Should we be repentant for all the ludicrous things that we did in our ancient times? Would it help if we just stay put and not go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Wouldn’t it be easier if there is a device or something that tells us all decision that we made is precise and top notch; no question asked and that there’s not going to be any drawback and we will live happily ever after with the choice that we made with no misgivings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But life is not like that is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;If we are given a device, the world will be like… it will be too mundane, too humdrum! There will be nothing to excite the body, nothing to entice the mind! The brain will be working only to one direction and not break up its creativity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;(if this makes any sense)… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;But then again, there will be no chaos, there will be no hurt and pain and pressure, stress, anger, despair… only happiness and ecstasy and peace (?)… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Calmness among others, tolerance, empathy, understanding among each other… Compromise &amp; devotion among lovers… True Love…Now, does that exist - True Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just only a dream? Do I really need to wake up to the reality? To feel that hurt, that pain, that suffering? That anguish that I’ve been feeling; that hopelessness I’m carrying around with me? How do I stop feeling this way? Can all these ever make sense to me? How do I stop myself from feeling vulnerable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How do I? How do I? How can I? Why? What? How? Questions upon questions! So many questions in my head and I am still unable to find an answer for all the questions that’s been going through this tiny brain of mine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are they hiding; these answers? Why aren’t they helping me sort out the questions that have been intensely going through my cranium? I can feel my not so tiny skull swelling up and if I don’t get an answer soon, it’s going to explode in million, zillion pieces! I need to know right now! I need that way out pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone please show me the way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My psyche is chaos now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lie down… &lt;/strong&gt;&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/11941721-112232480065945578?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112232480065945578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112232480065945578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112232480065945578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112232480065945578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/walking-on-thin-ice-or-am-i.html' title='Walking on Thin Ice... or Am I?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112222486182815709</id><published>2005-07-24T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:09:41.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ompa-Lompa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the next 10 minutes! The original movie will be shown in Channel 5 and I'm just over the moon! Will be glued to the telly in the next hour or more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112222486182815709?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112222486182815709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112222486182815709&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112222486182815709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112222486182815709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/ompa-lompa.html' title='Ompa-Lompa?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112206868163974658</id><published>2005-07-22T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T00:08:33.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bit Delirious</title><content type='html'>My eyes are puffed-up now. Been crying for the last hour and half and boy does these eyes need time out for just 10 minutes! 2 movies made me cried, literally dried up my tears everytime I watched it and tonight, I decided to have ago at one of them… Sheesh! Once those tears get going, nothing can prevent it from pouring down like a waterfall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling is out on a boys night out tonight, so, left me all by myself at home, fending for myself! I'm not complaining about being left alone! It gives me the time to be with myself, do all I wanted to do without having him questioning everything I do; well only every now and then of course! Friday is the day that he’s able to let his hair down with his mates. If I said no, he’ll just mope around the house like a little boy not allowed playing with his friends outside the house, so I gave in! Sometimes I feel that men will always be boys even after they have tied that knot! They still wants to play on their Playstation, still wants to go out with boys and play hoops and talk crap (hang on! Doesn’t women do that too?), still wants to drive around town with a massive water gun and just spray it on strangers and just drove off  from ‘scene of the crime’ (a friend did this over the last 2 weekennds)… Boys will be boys eh? But nevertheless, they can sometimes be the most charming, most adoring, most compassionate men alive (if they choose to)… What else did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t live with them, we can’t live without them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as usual had been a tiring day but on my way home, I felt giddy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not giddy from a headache but just felt like I’m walking-on-air. It’s hard to describe the feeling I'm carrying with me but it’s just how I felt at that precise moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was walking towards the bus station, listening to this song from my CD player (IPod? Wats that?) and… as the song was playing and the sun is shining on me and wind blowing my hair (imagine L’oreal Shampoo ad where the woman will swing their head from side to side, with their hair blown), I envisage that I was the girl in the video clip to the song I’m listening to but in Slow Motion… and I started to smile – a wide grin on my face, walking, crossing the road, imagining people feasting their eyes upon me, walking, singing, wide smile on my face – pure delight, pure happiness? Strange how just one song can make me smile or even made me feel the way I did, but it did. How odd! Why is this girl grinning widely they questioned? Ah! Maybe she got lucky - got laid! Maybe she won that lottery roll over (uhm... never buy it so, don't think that will happen)! And so they keep being inquisitive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told darling about it and he just shook his head and said, “You’re just mad as a hatter… and that’s why I love you undyingly!” CheeeWaah! Well, that’s good to know isn’t it, despite me being a bit lacking upstairs, darling will still love me! Until heaven we will be together! &lt;em&gt;Malay version: Hingga ke Syurga!&lt;/em&gt; Ahhhhh! How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him I was in love with this album that I bought few weeks back and am so in love with his songs, mixes, lyrics; just love the sound of the guitar strings - strumming away skilfully, the organ, the piano… his vocals are just different and unique... I just can imagine him singing his songs with passion, sentiment &amp; devotion &amp;amp; love... They are unquestionably unheard-of, awe-inspiring; of the first water! The best Album I’ve bought for years and the affect that it gave me is just phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, better not get carried away with just an Album! This could just be a phase, I think…so he says too! He said, “This ‘phase’ or ‘craziness’ will pass once you get sick and tired of the album... just as long as you’re not up to here with me and there’s no phase whatsoever, then it’s fine by me! Make sure you don’t leave me because of this musician! I can’t handle the competition, the P.R.E.S.S.U.R.E!” We laughed and just lay there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beautiful Dawn…&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my shoulder when I’m grey and older?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you…&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine…” J. Blunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112206868163974658?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112206868163974658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112206868163974658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112206868163974658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112206868163974658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/feeling-bit-delirious.html' title='Feeling Bit Delirious'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112197639975017643</id><published>2005-07-21T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:14:52.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kittens As Promised (Long Overdue!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story of The 3 Kitties: Harry, Tom &amp; George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/9-7-05%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/9-7-05%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are the sweetest most adorable most feisty kitties I've ever come across! It's just a delight to have them around! I'm falling in love with them kitties!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112197639975017643?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112197639975017643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112197639975017643&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112197639975017643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112197639975017643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/kittens-as-promised-long-overdue.html' title='The Kittens As Promised (Long Overdue!)'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112188279394813188</id><published>2005-07-20T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:50:00.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Nose, Itchy Throat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="409" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/Kitchen2.jpg" width="536" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My throat starts to itch and… Ahhhhh Chooooo! Nour!!!! Singapore bug has arrived to the UK and it’s coming to get me! Well, unfortunately it has caught me already! My nose is running (can't seem to able to catch up with it! Wei! Wait for melah!), my throat is itching (somebody please bring me that stick with fingers at the end where you scratch your back with!), my head is spinning (&lt;em&gt;mabuk-Malay for Drunk&lt;/em&gt; already!, my eyes are watery and all I need is a good few days rest! But, considering that we are lack of staff at work, I don’t think it will be fair for me to leave Madam alone by herself, so that means I’ve got to get better by tomorrow or else… Or else what? Or else I could ring her up tomorrow and tell her that I’ll come in late – about 10am? Nah! I won’t do that. I’ll come in as per normal… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh Choooooooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS kept reminding me that I sneezed like a man – now how rude is that? So, I told him he sneezed like a girl, which is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say/describe about Today is, it is a very long, tiring busy day for me and for others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I laid down on the couch, flicking from one channel to another, a program caught my eye… ‘How Clean is Your House’! A weekly program where 2 ladies with their ever colourful gloves, will go to houses in the UK that are as filthy as a landfill site (if that’s filthy enough!). Ugh! The state of these people houses! You do wonder though how in the world were they able to live in such filth? This house that they are showing right now belongs to a man who works as a garbage man and it sure seems that his house is filthier than the tip he works at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine – 10 years of dirt and literally an extension of gruesome graveyard of rotting rubbish on the floor, in the sink, maggots all over - all sorts of those small slimy creatures lying around with rotten food piled up on the floor, in the sink, on the stove… The toilet bowl with stains of whatever that you can imagine, the bathtub – stains from I don’t know what or where and with all these filth and dust and dirt around the house and in the air, it won't surprise you that it's affecting his health! You don’t even know what you’re stepping on when you walk around the house!! Floor? What floor? Where’s the floor? I don’t see any floor at all; considering the floor is covered with old newspapers, leftover takeaways, bits of crumbs, food… It’s just horrible! We all do wonder don’t we? How does this man can live in a house in such a state? You ask me, I ask who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, these two ladies save the day! They transform the grubby house into a spotless uncontaminated, unpolluted, dirt free, fresh, sparkling home for him to live in! Yes! It’s liveable now, thank God! Without beating around the bush, if my house ever turn out to be like that, I will burn it and build another house from scratch! Don’t care how much it’s gonna cost! I just can’t bear to see what’s hidden beneath those piles of junk, waste, rubbish – call it what you want! But for certain, I will make sure that that will not take place of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies and gents, &lt;strong&gt;How Clean is YOUR house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112188279394813188?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112188279394813188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112188279394813188&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112188279394813188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112188279394813188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/itchy-nose-itchy-throat.html' title='Itchy Nose, Itchy Throat!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112188247207165845</id><published>2005-07-20T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:04:22.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NO BRAVERY - CPT JAMES BLUNT LG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/soldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are children standing here&lt;br /&gt;Arms outstretched into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Tears drying on their face&lt;br /&gt;He has been here&lt;br /&gt;Brothers lie in shallow graves&lt;br /&gt;Fathers lost without a trace&lt;br /&gt;A nation blind to their disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Since he's been here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see no bravery&lt;br /&gt;No bravery in your eyes anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses burnt beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;The smell of death is in the air&lt;br /&gt;A woman weeping in despair says&lt;br /&gt;He has been here&lt;br /&gt;Tracer lighting up the sky&lt;br /&gt;It's another families, turn to die&lt;br /&gt;A child afraid to even cry out says&lt;br /&gt;He has been here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see no bravery&lt;br /&gt;No bravery in your eyes anymore&lt;br /&gt;Only sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are children standing here&lt;br /&gt;Arms outstretched into the sky&lt;br /&gt;But no one asks the question why&lt;br /&gt;He has been here&lt;br /&gt;Old men kneel and accept their fate&lt;br /&gt;Wives and daughters cut and raped&lt;br /&gt;A generation drenched in hate&lt;br /&gt;Yes he has been here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112188247207165845?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112188247207165845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112188247207165845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112188247207165845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112188247207165845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/no-bravery-cpt-james-blunt-lg.html' title='NO BRAVERY - CPT JAMES BLUNT LG'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112167365260444603</id><published>2005-07-18T08:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T15:54:20.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The days had past me by so quickly with just a blink of an eye. I don't know what I've been doing these past few days... oh yes! I went to the Great Yorkshire Show which I will post it a bit later on and been to a BBQ and been to James Uncle's place just for a visit in Wakefield and that's about it I presume... And today Monday, is just another day at work with the same old routine all over again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I found another love and no, I'm not having an affair, I’m just in love with a song - no make it 2 songs. Strange enough one is a ‘break-up’ song and the other is a song about meeting a stranger but I just love them intensely! I listened to those 2 songs over and over and over again! The songs just took me to another place, another dimension, another time – well, fictionally! It’s such a sad song and yet it’s pleasing, beautiful to listen to! It’s a song from James Blunt and me &amp; James just bought the CD like a few days back and I’ve been holding on to the CD since then – not letting James (my hubby) get a hold of it – not yet, wait till I get bored with it, then I’ll pass it to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the particular song just reminded me of someone that I wanted to put out of my mind for a very long time! In an ironic way, this song spoke to me, telling me somewhat that I’ve always wanted to hear… If that made any sense at all. Telling me to exclude this person totally from my life and move on with my life with my new found love; my hubby. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Yes Nour! Its that song that I send you!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that person had made a great impact in my life that somehow to put that person behind me will take a very long, long time! I tried vigorously to forget that person but that person keeps popping in my head now and then and it dishearten me so much every so often! I feel that I’ve been unfaithful to James even thinking about that person. How can I stop thinking about that person? How do I push that person away from my thoughts, from my mind, from my brain, from my life? It’s hard but I’ve got to make an effort to stop thinking about that person to stop comparing between two coz no two person are the same, to be contented to what I have right now at this very moment with not regrets… Move on for a better future with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can never be with that person! That person has disappear from my life for good, for the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112167365260444603?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112167365260444603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112167365260444603&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112167365260444603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112167365260444603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112126951883513007</id><published>2005-07-13T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:54:39.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Yorkshire Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/about-us-pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/about-us-pic1.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday, 14th July 2005 will be my first trip to The Great Yorkshire Show in Harrogate. It is a 3 day countryside showcase that takes place from Tuesday 12 to Thursday 14 July at the 450 acre site on the edge of the spa town Harrogate. Will be going with PILs, James, Lucy and meself! Hope weather will be great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is The Great Yorkshire Show and what can we expect from the Show? Well, read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Picturesque Crimple Valley is the perfect setting for an event that combines entertainment and fun with the opportunity to see first hand the many aspects of coutnry life and farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Main Ring is the hub of the shoe and within the packed programme there's everything from international show jumping to pole climbing, from marchin bands to the cattle parade. In the line up for 2005, there's the spectacular Royal Artillery Motorcycle Display Team, and exciting polo demonstration and musical entertainment from the Normandy Military Band, Queen's Division (will the Queen be there? You never know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the showground there's so mich to see and do. Take a look at the hundreds of animals - from exotic pooultry to the majestic Shire Horses; then there are the many demonstrations - sheep shearing, stick making, fly fishing... to name but a few, then there's the fantastic Great Yorkshire Cheese &amp;amp; Dairy Show, the Fashion Show, the country pursuits area... the list goes on they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Show opens at 8am each day and the tickets cost £16 for adults (mahal nya!)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear bloggers! Does it sound exciting? I think it does and I am just soo excited! This will be my very first visit to the Great Yorkshire Show and for definite I will take loads of pics for everyone to see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to Come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112126951883513007?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112126951883513007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112126951883513007&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112126951883513007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112126951883513007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/great-yorkshire-show.html' title='The Great Yorkshire Show'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112115692265476126</id><published>2005-07-12T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:30:21.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU'RE FIRED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/bee%20shock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/bee%20shock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Oh am I now? Well up yours to you then!!! You wanna fire me? Then I quit! Whatcha say about that?!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh! Oh! They've made their decision! They've made up their mind! They are going to give sombody notice, give sombody their cards, give sombody the boot, dismiss, discharge, fire, give the elbow, throw out, kick out! Well, I know for sure it's not me coz I was there when they were discussing the situation and seems that it's going to be the girl with the crohn diseases (we still don't know if she got that disease &amp; to be able to find out, we have to wait 12 weeks for the results, well not anymore!)!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They called me in and told me of the situation and since she's still in her 6 months probation and her work and attitude are not to their satisfactory, they are going to give her the sack... Well, I can't say I blame them coz for these past few weeks she seems restless and there are always something going on with her, either personal or work... I donno! My other colleague told me that she confided in him and told him that she's actually looking for another job coz when she was unwell, they asked her random questions on why is she sick, what is actually wrong with her  etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112115692265476126?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112115692265476126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112115692265476126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112115692265476126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112115692265476126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/youre-fired.html' title='YOU&apos;RE FIRED!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112111853209541750</id><published>2005-07-11T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:04:27.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/9-7-05%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/9-7-05%20086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hot, hot, hot day today! It's scorchingly hot today and I was absolutely sweating my pants off in the office! Well, not to that extent but I was sweating, honestly! There I was sitting on my desk situated at the cornerand there's no window to open to let the breeze in, the door is just way, way, away from me and I'm just stuck with just the 3 walls (back, left and right walls only - the front is open big space) with no cooling breeze blowing on my body and face... My mind is going blank now! The new contact lenses that I received from SpecSavers doesn't help one bit (my eyes are just getting used to the new lenses and the new degree)! What with the heat and my blurry, musty eyes, it made me felt absolutely cranky to the max and just not bothered at all! I was bold... too bold! In a sense, as I was feeling really cranky, I snap and made remarks - even to my boss - which I shouldn't but I did! But all went well when I had my driving lesson straight after work and eveything just went smooth as sail! It was great! I did everything right and I'm so proud of myself despite my earlier crankiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that the puan today is wearing sandals... Hmmmnn... I remembered the first time that I came to the office, they told me, "You must always wear protected shoes and that means no sandals at all times for your protection. It doesn't matter whether you're in the lab or cutting area, you have to wear proper shoes and no flip-flops, sandals and shoes exposing your toes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fair enough coz when you look around the cutting area, there's sharp objects around and cutters exposed here and there, so it's obvious that you have to wear proper shoes in case they drop to the floor or hit your foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I see today? &lt;em&gt;Puan &lt;/em&gt;is wearing a pair of sandals and no ones saying nothing! Well, &lt;em&gt;puan and tuan&lt;/em&gt; owns the company, so I presume they are allowed to do or say or hire/fire whoever and whatever they want, but what happened to the rules that you emphasise sooo much to us all the employees? Hmmm.... I'm giving &lt;em&gt;puan &lt;/em&gt;the benefit of the doubt... Maybe &lt;em&gt;puan &lt;/em&gt;hurt her foot before and she can't wear a pair of shoes covering her tiny teedy toes coz the toes need air to breathe or something like that! Should I ask her if her toes alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ask her, "So &lt;em&gt;puan, &lt;/em&gt;are your toes okay? I see you're wearing a pair of sandals today? I know it's hot out there, so does that mean I can wear sandals too? My foot need to breathe too!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna leave it! If &lt;em&gt;tuan&lt;/em&gt; is saying nothing about it, then why should I be the blabbermouth eh? Like I said before, they own the company and they can do whatever they want! Once I have my own company, I too can do whatever I want to some extent of course! I'm just a member of the staff, working for a living, passing my time, earning my wages to pay my mortgage and what have you, and all I'm able to do here is just nitpick about it and then move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to think too much about all these nonsensical stuff that's not even going to reflect my life at all! I'm just uttering hogwash so please, do excuse me! The heat is getting to me, and I'm absolutely going bonkers! Right, before I explode from this feeling of aggravation and irritation, I'm going to sleep now coz I need the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not been feeling too good lately. Certain parts been feeling sore and tummy hurts and back hurts, so I hope it's nothing life threatening! Must be the usual normal thingy, but this time, it's bit different though! Hmmmmmmnnnnn.... After a good night rest, hope will feel much better tomorrow and will feel back to my oldself - energize, postive, vivacious, sparkling and all the happiness stuff that you can think about! Gotta get this contact lenses out of my eyeballs and let them breathe!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112111853209541750?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112111853209541750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112111853209541750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112111853209541750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112111853209541750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112083133500935490</id><published>2005-07-08T14:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:03:37.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PEARLS FROM THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PEACE BE UPON HIM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;“Wish not for death, any one of you; neither the doer of good works, for some reason he may increase his good deed nor the offender for perhaps he may obtain forgiveness of God by repentance. Wish not nor supplicate for death before its time comes; for verily when you die, hope is out and with it the ambition for reward; and verily, the increase of a believer’s life increases his good works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who flees away from epidemics is like one who flees away from the holy war; one who is patient therein shall have for him the reward of a martyr.&lt;br /&gt;The grave is the first stage of the journey into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of you must wish for death due to any wordly affliction; but if there certainly is anyone wishing for death, he must say! “O Lord, keep me alive so long as life may be good for me, and cause me to die when it is better for me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;JIHAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was asked, “O Messenger of Allah: “Who is the most excellent of men?” The Messenger of Allah said, “The believer who strives hard in the way of Allah with his person and his propery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A party of my community shall not cease fighting for the Truth and they shall be triumphant over their opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely Allah will raise for this community at the beginning of every century one who shall revive for its faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger of Allah said: “Whom do you count to be a martyr among you?” They said, “O Messenger of Allah! Whoever is killed in the way of Allah is a martyr!” He said, “In that case the martyrs of my community shall be very few. He who is killed in the way of Allah is a martyr; he who dies a natural death (in the way of Allah) is a martyr; he who dies of the plague (in the way of Allah) is a martyr; he who dies of cholera (in the way of Allah) is a martyr.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was found among the killed in one of the battled of the Prophet. So the Messenger of Allah forbade the killing of women and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&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/11941721-112083133500935490?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112083133500935490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112083133500935490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112083133500935490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112083133500935490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/pearls-from-prophet-muhammad-peace-be.html' title='PEARLS FROM THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PEACE BE UPON HIM)'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112083115122946767</id><published>2005-07-08T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T14:59:11.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What have they become?</title><content type='html'>Dear All Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who commented on my last 2 entry, I thank you and I do apologise as I wasn't able to reply all of your comments. I was traumatized and still am, by what had happened yesterday! Though I wasn't anywhere near where it happened, I can still imagine the panic, the chaos that occured! I'm just Thankful to Allah s.w.t that I am in West Yorkshire and not in London... This is how I felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened yesterday was absolutely appalling, nerve wrecking, bloodcurdling, shocking, dreadful, alarming… What happened yesterday in London brings shivers to my spine everytime I think about it. I am so grateful that Kak Teh, Ewok, Susan and all the Bloggers who live in London are doing fine and unhurt and that their family are not among the injured! It was a petrifying moment and I can’t help but cried when James and I watched the latest news update on the BBC and ITV last night. Until now, I still have butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it happen? Who is responsible? Fingers are all pointed at the Al-Qaeda, but only Allah s.w.t knows who the perpetrators are! Maybe they did it, maybe they didn’t, we’ll will only know until all the evidences are found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and sigh just thinking about it! Thinking of how much pain and suffering these ‘terrorists’ had caused! I am just fuming at how selfish and how malevolent they are! It’s not right to target the innocent people! I’m just upset to what had happened in London or anywhere else for that matter – Middle East, Africa, Asia etc... Bombing innocent people is not the answer! Never the answer! All that I am able to do is pray to Allah s.w.t, may all the violence in this world come to a halt, may people don’t have to live in fear anymore anywhere in the world. May people know what’s the true meaning of P.E.A.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, “This is what the people in the Middle-East have to go through day in day out and what happened in London is just a bit of taste! They deserve it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They? As in Blair? Bush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violence and terrorism are to be condemned! It’s just unethical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Allah! I cry to you! Why is there such hatred? Such violence in this place that you’ve created for mankind? Why does human being will only feel satisfied when blood is shed? Why is there such rage, such vengeance in their hearts? Can’t they see that what they did only makes matters worse? Can’t they see that what they did only bring pain and suffering? I beg you oh Allah! Stop this war of violence, stop this suffering! Let them see that what they are doing is iniquitous and that there are other ways!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that families of the victims &amp; the survivors will remain strong and united and stand-up fight against terrorism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My deepest condolences to the families who lost their loved ones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th July 2005 is a day of tragedy that no Londoners can forget nor the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self-Control&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most excellent Jihad (Holy War) is that for the conquest of self.&lt;br /&gt;“Give me advice,” said someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muhammad said: “Be not angry.”&lt;br /&gt;No person has drunk a better draught than he who has swallowed anger for God’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verily the most beloved of you to me and nearest to me in the next world are those of good disposition; and verily the greatest enemies to me and the furthest from me are the ill-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever suppresses his anger, when he has the power to show it, God will give him a great reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not strong and powerful who throws people down, but he is strong who withholds himself from Anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person is most respectable with God who pardons, when his power, his enemy who has injured him previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abu Bakr relates that he heard the Holy Prophet say, “Let no judge decides a case between two parties while he is in a rage.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Prophet said: “There are two blessings which most of the people abuse – health and prosperity.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112083115122946767?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112083115122946767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112083115122946767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112083115122946767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112083115122946767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-have-they-become.html' title='What have they become?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112081393925180353</id><published>2005-07-08T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:12:19.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Positive Note to start the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Desire Is the Fire of Life(© Max Stein)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key that insures your success in any endeavor, is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are willing to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pay the price&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, even your circumstances will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you want something badly enough, you are sure to get it.&lt;br /&gt;Reality forms around the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;commitments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will in time externalize themselves into concrete facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obstacles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't matter very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pain or other circumstances can be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if you want to do something bad enough,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll find a way to get it done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to love a thing greatly to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112081393925180353?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112081393925180353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112081393925180353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112081393925180353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112081393925180353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-positive-note-to-start-day.html' title='Another Positive Note to start the Day!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112068067174423618</id><published>2005-07-06T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:23:18.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you bring that for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right! 2 pairs of Jeans – for casual out and about, a pair of smart trousers – for ?, must also bring that flowery knee length skirt that just looks so good on me (well, that’s my opinion), few t-shirts, blouses, shoes – maybe 3 pairs? Will that be enough? What about sandals? Any heels to bring? Toothbrush, toothpaste, other toiletries…Towels? Should I bring towels too? I’m sure his mum will provide it for me! Dresses? Should I take any dresses with me? What else? What else? What else? Gosh! Can’t seem to zip this luggage up properly! Oh! Hang on! Better I ask Ely to stand on top of the bag, that will help! “ELY! Harith! Wanna do something fun?!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was me and is still me when packing my clothes for a trip. I just don’t know what to take with me for a holiday! If given the chance, I would definitely bring my whole wardrobe so that tak pening kepala but of course to pay the excess baggage will be horrendous! I will pack a week before my trip, then few days after that I will look in the luggage unpack all the content and repack… Take this and that out and put new things in! Then a day before the trip, will do the same routine and in the end I just have to force myself to close it and lock it and stay away from it until I reached my destination! And then when I reached the destination and start unpacking, did I realised what I’ve taken with me are things that are totally unnecessary! Sigh! I don’t know! Even a trip to the barn I will overpack! Will tend to bring too many shirts for James - a pair of jeans that he won’t be wearing coz he’s more comfortably with his Khaki pants, shirts which will only be hung but never worn, 5 underpants/boxers (just in case what, I donno!), his tidoq pants where once I forgot to put it in the bag and he was proper annoyed at me! So he got to sleep with his khaki pants! Too cold to not be wearing anything (not that he does… so anywae – Malu already here!), so that tidoq pants will always be the number one priority - The first to go in the bag! Me on the other hand, bring a pair or 2 of my favourite ¾ pants, pair of jeans, pair of pants, skirt (short, long – both!), T-Shirts (long sleeve, short sleeve – both!), sweatshirts in case it gets cold and sweaters too, sandals (in case the sun starts shining), my Nike shoes, my pair of boots (in case it rains), another pair of black shoe in case we go somewhere posh to makan,, and for James, jsut pair of his old time favourite Nike sneakers and a pair of his suede Timberland shoes, that’s it! Oh! Not to forget My make-up kit, hair dryer, hair straightener, hairbrush, face wash, face cream, shaving cream (his and hers), perfumes etc, etc, etc…. And this all for a weekend out in the Barn! 3 days is like I’m packing for 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what you call just plain ridiculously extreme to the max?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112068067174423618?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112068067174423618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112068067174423618&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112068067174423618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112068067174423618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-you-bring-that-for.html' title='Why you bring that for?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112063860445871660</id><published>2005-07-06T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T09:30:04.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something we all Should Know About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I receive this e-mail from a friend. Do read on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is an article I believe you should forward to your family andfriends ..... anyone who is important in you! It is just interesting reading especially in this day and age when you hear alot abt people getting all sorts of cancer.... latest one being Kylie Minoque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did not in anyway verify this what is written below which was forwarded from a friend. U may know by now that John Hopkins Cancer Centre has set up its first centre outside USA in Singapore. Hope u could let your friends know about the danger of buying take away in plastic containers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer News from Johns Hopkins:&lt;br /&gt;No plastic containers in Micro.&lt;br /&gt;No water bottles in freezer.&lt;br /&gt;No plastic wrap in micro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johns Hopkins has recently sent this out in its newsletters. This information is being circulated at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. Dioxin chemicals causes cancer, especially breast cancer. Dioxins are highly poisonous to the cells of our bodies. Don't freeze your plastic bottles with water in them as this releases dioxins from the plastic. Recently, Dr. Edward Fujimoto, Wellness Program manager at CastleHospital, was on a TV program to explain this health hazard. He talked about dioxins and how bad they are for us. He said that we should not be heating our food in the microwave using plastic containers. This applies to foods that contain fat. He said that the combination of fat, high heat, and plastics releases dioxin into the food and ultimately into the cells of the body. Instead, he recommends using glass, Corning Ware, or ceramic containers for heating food. You get the same results, only without the dioxin. So such things as TV dinners, instant ramen and soups, etc., should be removed from the container and heated in something else. Paper isn't bad but you don't know what is in the paper. It's just safer to use tempered glass, Corning Ware, etc. He reminded us that a while ago some of the fast food restaurants moved away from the foam containers to paper. The dioxin problem is one of the reasons. Also, he pointed out that Saran wrap is just as dangerous when placed over foods to be cooked in the microwave. As the food is nuked, the high heat causes poisonous toxins to actually melt out of the plastic wrap and drip into the food. Cover food with a paper towel instead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112063860445871660?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112063860445871660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112063860445871660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112063860445871660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112063860445871660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/something-we-all-should-know-about.html' title='Something we all Should Know About...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112048836462896019</id><published>2005-07-05T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:12:48.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How? Okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/dilemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Massy, boleh tak awak masuk ke bilik saya sekejap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Boleh! Boleh!" aku jawab dengan perasaan degup-degap! Apa lagi nih? Aku tau aku belum buat the benda tu, takkan tu pun sampai kena panggil opis lagi? Iskh! Diaorang ni kan, suka nah panggil aku masuk bilik! Eh! Don't ngada-ngada okay? Tak Rated! Kita semua bersih! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baca Bismillah sebelum masuk, pooh kanan, pooh kiri! Alamak! Minyak senyonyong tak bawak lah! Aikh! Minyak wangi pun boleh lah! Pssssstt! "Just wanting to make your room smell very nice, okay? Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sila duduk." Dah duduk pun! Tak payah nak pelawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bos jejaka mula dulu, "Okay, sebenarnya, kita panggil you ni sebab nak cakap pasal minah kat luar tu yang ambik cuti sakit selama seminggu lebih... Kira dua minggu lah kan?" Eh! Minah mana pulak nih? Oh! Si Dia! (si dia tengok kita, si dia jeling mata - betul ker?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, begini, kau pikiaq betul-betul! Ia ker dia menghidap penyakit Crohn Disease (sesiapa yang tidaq tau apa itu Crohn Disease, rujuk di bawah sini otay?) atau adakah ianya satu dalih untuk ambil cuti lebih?" majikan ku tanya aku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmnn... Macam mana nak jawab ni kan? I'm the sort of person who would like to give dia the benefit of the doubt! Mungkin betul dia menghidap disease itu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tapi kan Massy, kau tengok dia hari ini bila dia datang opis, macam okay ajer kan? Dia nampak refresh! Macam tak sakit gituk! Sempat jugak dia pergi Hairdresser dapatkan new haircut kan? Kulit cerah, semua cerah! Dan dia pun kata test result dia akan dapat dalam masa 12 minggu. Apa lama gituk ker untuk tunggu result?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nak jawab macam mana eh? Kepala ku dah buntu! Apa harus aku katakan? "Bos, ada baiknya kita beri dia peluang. Lihat sejauh mana kebenarannya. Kita janganlah sepat melatah kan! Mungkin memang benar dia harus menunggu laporan test dia selama 12 minggu. Kita tunggulah sebulan kan? Tengok dia okay ker tidak." Hai! Itujelah yang aku dapat beri jawapan. Nak cakap macammana lagi? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kekawan, apa pendapat you all? Is she telling the truth or trying to skyve off from work? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalam masa dia cuti sakit, dia ada datang opis dua kali kasi bos medical slip dan kelihatan sihat, tak sakit tapi kesakitannya di dalam bukan luaran kan? So tak dapatlah kita physically see it! Iskh! Entahlah! Rakan kerja ku ada kata bila Minah ni kerja tempat lagi satu, dia pernah bedek bos dia kata yang dia sakit dan ambik cuti sakit seminggu... Jadi, cammana kita nak decide ni? APakah pandangan kekawan semua? Tolong habaq sikit kat kita!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Is Crohn's Disease (CD)?&lt;br /&gt;Crohn's disease is an inflammatory condition that affects the digestive tract - including the mouth, esophagus, stomach, small and large intestine, and anus. It can affect any portion of the digestive tract, but is most common in the ileum - the lowest portion of the small intestine, where it connects with the large intestine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The disease is characterized by active periods, known as flare-ups, followed by periods of remission, during which symptoms diminish or disappear altogether. Its cause is not known. Crohn's disease may cause diarrhea, abdominal pain, and fever. Loss of appetite and weight loss also may accompany the disease. An individual's symptoms may range from mild to severe, but people with Crohn's disease are generally able to lead active and productive lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatments for Crohn's disease include a variety of medications, dietary adjustments, and, when necessary, surgery. In addition, patients are often encouraged to incorporate stress-reduction techniques into their daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crohn's disease shares some symptoms with another inflammatory condition: ulcerative colitis. The two diseases are often grouped under the heading "inflammatory bowel disease." It is important to understand, however, that the two conditions are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcerative colitis affects only the mucosal membrane, or inner lining, of the GI wall and is limited to the colon. Crohn's disease affects the full thickness of the GI wall and can occur anywhere in the gastrointestinal tract, from the mouth to the anus. A few individuals suffer a single bout of Crohn's disease, then go into remission and never experience another flare-up. Others suffer frequent bouts of active disease. For many people, flare-ups can be brought under control by a combination of medication and dietary changes. For some, a period of complete bowel rest (during which they are nourished with fluids delivered intravenously) is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half of all people who live with Crohn's disease will need to have surgery at some point to treat the disease. Surgical treatments include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction of a fistula (an inappropriate opening through the intestinal wall) or fissure (a deep crevice in the skin around the anus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draining of an abscess (a pocket of infection on the bowel wall or outside the bowel wall near a portion of diseased bowel tissue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening of a stricture (narrowing) or obstruction of the bowel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removal (resection) of a segment of diseased tissue. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For More Information, Go to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourmedicalsource.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Medical Source&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112048836462896019?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112048836462896019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112048836462896019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112048836462896019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112048836462896019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-okay.html' title='How? Okay?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112055120808579645</id><published>2005-07-05T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:13:28.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Start Our Day on A Positive Note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Life We Choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By Peter McWilliams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here's the premise: We are all, right now, living the life we choose. This choice, of course, is not a single, monumental choice. No one decides, for example, "I'm going to move to L.A., and in five years I will be a waiter in a so-so restaurant, planning to get my 8-by-10's done real soon so that I can find an agent and become a star," or "I'm going to marry a dreadful person and we'll live together in a loveless marriage, staying together only for the kids, who I don't much like, either." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The choices I'm talking about here are made daily, hourly, moment-by-moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we try something new, or stick to the tried-and-true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we take a risk, or eat what's already on our dish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we ponder a thrilling adventure, or contemplate what's on TV? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we walk over and meet that interesting stranger, or do we play it safe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we indulge our heart, or cater to our fear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bottom-line question: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we pursue what we want, or do we do what's comfortable? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the most part, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;most people most often choose comfort - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the familiar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the time-honored, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the well-worn but well-known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a lifetime of choosing between comfort and risk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are left with the life we currently have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was all of our own choosing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have A Glorious Day Everyone!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness is A Bliss! Don't forget to throw a smile to a stranger coz it sure will make you feel a whole lot better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/11941721-112055120808579645?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112055120808579645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112055120808579645&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112055120808579645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112055120808579645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-start-our-day-on-positive-note.html' title='Let&apos;s Start Our Day on A Positive Note!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112040451641525375</id><published>2005-07-03T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:39:48.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 363px" height="809" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/Raya.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sis, Me (too much eyeshadow!) and Ely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Weekend will be over soon and it's back to work for most of us! It feels that the weekend had just passed too quickly for me! I sometimes wished that we're given 3 weekends instead of 2, then there's more for us to do at home with hubby or kids (if you have one or two) etc or just go galavanting somewhere out in the country! But I guess it's just lucky to even get two weekends when for some, don't get any at all! Well, that's life ain't it? You've got to go with the flow! So many things to do yet so little time and so little kerchiiing! I guess whatever time you have, you just got to spend it with the one you love isn't it? Anyone watched Live 8 yesterday? Best performance for me will be Mr. Robbie Williams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today, I decided to call mak &amp; ayah, hoping that sis will be there too but it’s unfortunate that she’s not there! Same old story! Busy with the business! Well, I expected it though! Mak was at my Aunt house with sis kids and I only manage to get Ayah! We talked for ½ an hr or so and told ayah to tell sis to ring me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s half four now and it will be about half 11 or 12 midnite there, I’m not really sure – well, something like that, which means that she might have gone home with the kids then! Sigh! What will it take for me to talk to you sis? Go back to Singapore? Will I then be able to talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since we’ve spoken? Hmmm… from my calculation, I think it has been 4 months or maybe more since I’ve spoken to her! I sigh again! She’s busy, no doubt about that but what’s 5 minutes of chit chatting will it do to her business? A catastrophe I presume? I did e-mailed her but it will take ages for her to reply my e-mail, so I gave up! Tried texting but it’s too expensive for her and for me too! So, there you are! No communicado at all with my dear sister! I missed her dearly! I missed our chit chat over the telephone! I missed confiding in her and listening to her wise advice. I missed gossiping with her about – well, anything! I missed her voice, I missed her laughter, I missed her tenderness! She’s been my shoulder to cry on when I’m down in the dumps, she’s been my motivator when I started losing it, she’s been my angel all my life! She's always there whenever I needed her! She's my back-up partner whenever I'm in trouble, vice versa, she took care of me and I took care of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But now, since I left for the UK and she and abang have been extremely busy with their newfound business, we don’t chat anymore. Well, we do talk but not as often as before! Sigh again! There’s no friction or bad vibes going on between us, its just, I guess she and abang must be really busy with the business and all that! It’s their dream to set up their own business, and now that they’ve made it, I suppose they are working hard to maintain it and achieve that success they dreamed of! Like sis always said, “I’m doing this for the kids, me and abang and mak &amp;amp; ayah also! I want to give them a better future! I want to give them all that they’ve never have or dreamed of!” How noble of you sis! That’s how you are anyway! You always think of others and put other’s happiness first and not yours! You always have this kind, generous character in you and that’s why people just adore you! They looked up to you and hang on to every words that you say coz whatever you say always comes out positive and reassuring! You always know what people want to hear and you always make them feel better of themselves! You never put them down, you never turn them away whenever they needed your help, you’re just there for them 24/7. You bring out the goodness of everyone no matter how bad they’ve treated you. You just smile and said ‘It’s okay.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When things went sour, you forgave him and you said he’s sorry for what he’s done and he repent… How easy of you to forgive him after all the lies, the abuse, the pretence… but that’s just you isn’t it? You see the good side in him and that’s why you forgave him and took him back… You were thinking of the kids… If it’s me, I wouldn’t let him get off so easily, but that’s just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always pray for your success and achievement! I wished I could talk to you once more and hear that sweet chirpy voice that I always hear 2 years back! But it’s alright! Next time eh sis? I’ll try again next weekend and again the following weekend until I get to talk to you! I will persevere and never give up! You hear me???!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love you always and can’t wait to see you soon! Come to think of it, I think I will see you next Year June or August (R’s wedding) Insya-Allah! Yes long way to go, but in 6 months time it will be 2006! Now how time will fly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Our personality Type: Sanguine&lt;br /&gt;Leader, Carefree, lively, Easygoing, Responsive, Talkative, Outgoing, Sociable, Active, Optimistic, Impulsive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112040451641525375?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112040451641525375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112040451641525375&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112040451641525375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112040451641525375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week.html' title='Another Week!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112016774124012027</id><published>2005-06-30T22:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:50:12.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuuuaaaaagggghhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/tennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/tennis.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Minah tengah main Tennis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;“Uggh! Uggghh! Uggggh! Uggghhhh!” Those grunting sounds! Don’t get me wrong, nothing dodgy going on here! That’s the sound coming from the Russian player Maria Sharapova and Venus Williams. I’m not an avid fan of tennis but I do enjoy watching it sporadically! I suppose once you’ve watched a match, you just want to watch it till the fat lady sings or in this case till the grunting stopped! It was an extraordinary entertainment! I think Venus was qualified to the final and what I’m watching right now could just be a précis! Well, it’s a very intense match that’s for sure but the only downturn was it’s a very noisy match, what with all the grunting and uproar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Its Deuce now and does that mean it’s a tie break or something? Well whatever it is I hope Williams get into the Final… Eh! Wait a minute, is this the semi-final? Hmmmn… I think so… There it goes again, the grunting! The commentator did bring up that this match is the noisiest match ever in the whole of tournament in Wimbledon! It’s pretty funny though and you can’t help but just wanted to laugh out loud! It’s Game – William picked up another point! One more game for Williams and she’ll be in the Final! This is exhilarating! Yap! She’s in the Final! Woo! Hoo!!!! What an intense match!!! Williams is just so strong and her hits are so powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever played tennis before? Well, I did give it a go when I was in Singapore, just once or twice and that’s about it! I prefer squash to tennis instead coz I find squash more demanding, hard-hitting and fast pace and you’ve just got to be really focused on where the ball is going to hit and you’ve just got to be quick and ready. But when the ball hit you, it hurts like hell! You could get bruised for days! I definitely love to do it again! Not get bruised but play squash that is! Anyone out there game for a match or two do let me know!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;What other sports do I enjoy? Running, badminton and swimming. Not really skillful in swimming but badminton… well, you’re talking to a pro! Yah! Right! I’m not terrible but good enough to have a match or two with my colleagues or anybody who's game! In the past, me and few of my colleagues will be gamed up for a match after work and we all will be heading to the nearest Sports Hall available! It was a very good exercise and it was always a blast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R! Remember those days when we’ll always meet up for a badminton ‘session’ near your block? Sigh! I really enjoyed that session and it sure brought us closer together don’t you think? Hanging around under the void deck after a few intense games, confiding in each other, spotting cute guys – it was just pure bliss and great fun! When are we gonna do it again girlfriend? Soon, soon! PLEASE take good care of yourself alright and I will definitely call you this weekend!!!! Love you BABE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The most successful marriage are based on lies, you’re on a good start…” Extract the line from the American drama program House. The doctor told his patient to keep the baby that she’s carrying after she told him that it’s not her husband’s but an ex-boyfriend! Huagh! Huagh! Now how true is that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! Today, work's been okay! Feeling Very chirpie, singing away feeling glee and full of life! Even my colleague asked me, "Why are you so chirpie today? You're more vibrant than yesterday!" Am I? I love singing while doing my work, it ease me down a bit. Release all the stress and tension! You guys should try it! Sing and humm to yourself or even to your imaginary audience when you're feeling bored, stress or tension!!! Funny thing was, the song that I kept singing or kept playing in my mind was Widuri and Taman Syakila Utama! Now how weird... no how old were those songs anyway? Anyone knows the Lyrics to these two songs? So, tell me about your day coz I would love to know! Kepolah katakan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112016774124012027?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112016774124012027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112016774124012027&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112016774124012027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112016774124012027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/uuuuuuaaaaagggghhhhhh.html' title='Uuuuuuaaaaagggghhhhhh!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-112008044518250790</id><published>2005-06-29T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:38:40.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; HEIGHT: 56px" height="104" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/bee.jpg" width="125" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bzzzzzzzzzzz… Buzzzzyyyy as a bee today! Running around like a loose chicken!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My colleague M was not in today as his wife was in labour so he had to take an emergency day off. All of us here were keyed up for him and his wife as this is their first-born child and obviously he’s nervous and thrilled at the same time! They both don’t really wanted to know the gender of the child coz they want it to be a surprise which was fair enough! So, poor MassyLassy got to take in some of his work load! Been running around like a mad woman on the loose! Running around here and there and everywhere and I think I’ve lost a few pounds! Well, I wished! Wishful thinking only! The whole day today been raining and it’s just cooling! Wasn’t as hot as yesterday, just lovely I must say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, went for a drive with hubby and L last night and it was a good session! Didn’t crashed but managed to stall the car but only once, did well with my reverse round the bend and did reasonably okay with the 3 point turn! All in all very satisfactory! But still got to face the real deal! Got to face the examiner and I wonder when I’ll be able to take my test? Hmmn soon I hope, in next to no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my very, VERY hectic day today, I managed to take some time to read a few bloggers entry and that makes my day. Something to get my mind off the frenzied day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus today, I saw this cutest baby you can ever imagine! Big round face with bright green eyes and such sweet, cute smile! Sigh! She just looked absolutely gorgeous! I make funny face at her and she laughed the adorable laugh! That too makes my day! Just that laugh from the baby makes me the happiest person! The child so pure and innocent! The mother on the other hand looks like she’s only 15 or 16 years of age. Hmmmnnn… A teenage parent… For her to have a child at such a young age where she herself is still a child – how she ever able to cope. But in this country, she will be able to cope, she won’t have any problem - Not financially that’s for sure. She won’t have to worry about getting her next ‘income’ even though she’s not working as she’s able to get Benefits from the government. That’s a privilege that they get here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, different country different system isn’t it? Different laws and different lifestyles! Like chalk and cheese! I’m just a foreigner in this outlandish country, pay my taxes, work for my wages and get pleasure from the beautiful country as much as I possibly can! I’m just grateful that I’m given this opportunity to be able to be here and take this as my second home – well almost, not there yet! They say home is where the heart is… Well, at the moment, my heart is still in Singapore and the time is not right yet for me to call this country my home… Perhaps it will be different for the next 5 or 10 years, in all probability at that split second I’m able to call this my home… So at this moment I’ll be a tour guide for my families who would come to the UK for a vacation from Singapore and I will be their provider! I will provide free lodging, free tour, free food, free transport… everything will be free and I’m sure my Auntie Malu would like that! Ha! Ha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will hate me for saying this but Darlin farted and it stinks!!! It smells vile!!!! He’s so mean! After he contaminated the room with his fart, he just left!!! Now how vindictive is that? Ugh!! Ewwwww!!!! So foul!!!! I can’t leave the room coz I need to post this entry and as a result, I’m pinching my nose while typing this away! I’ve got to endure this! Eiighhh!!! Where’s that air freshener?!!!! Kurang asam punya husband! Sekali aku cepuk baru tau!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-112008044518250790?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/112008044518250790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=112008044518250790&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112008044518250790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/112008044518250790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/running-around.html' title='Running Around...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111996616501814614</id><published>2005-06-28T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T14:42:45.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pergilah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Apakah kesalahan ku Sehingga kamu terus mengekori ku&lt;br /&gt;Menggangu ku, menyakiti hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Berilah aku ketenangan&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah engkau menyeksaku begini&lt;br /&gt;Tiada tempat di hati ini untuk mu&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kamu menyangka&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kamu menetapkan tubuhmu dekat dengan tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak ingin kamu mendekati ku&lt;br /&gt;Pergi! Pergilah engkau dari sisiku&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak sanggup lagi!&lt;br /&gt;Kedatanganmu tidak diingini&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, pergilah engkau…. Nyah dari sini…&lt;br /&gt;Apakah harus aku lakukan Supaya engkau pergi jauh, jauh dari ku?&lt;br /&gt;Saban hari berlalu, engkau sering menjelma…&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, engkau membawa kawan-kawan mu bersama&lt;br /&gt;Untuk menyiksa ku lagi?&lt;br /&gt;Aku megeluh, Aku menyerah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai lalat-lalat yang gendut-gendut!&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah engkau, Buat kacau di sini lagi&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah tidak boleh tahan lagi dengan usikan mu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;yang sering terbang keliling ku&lt;br /&gt;Terbanglah ke opis boss ku yang selesa itu&lt;br /&gt;Dan jauhilah dari ku ini!&lt;br /&gt;Cukuplah tiga hari yang lalu engkau mendisturb ku,&lt;br /&gt;Disturblah orang lain pulak!&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidak bosan ker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/fly.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111996616501814614?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111996616501814614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111996616501814614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111996616501814614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111996616501814614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/pergilah.html' title='Pergilah!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111995181983207665</id><published>2005-06-28T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:50:00.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream is Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In our earlier and more carefree childhood, we were all creative dreamers filled with a boundless sense of energy and wonder. But when we reached adulthood, we began fearing what others were thinking of us. We became self-conscious &amp;amp; self-obsessed. We ‘dress’ ourselves as how people will perceive us, not as how we see ourselves. All of a sudden our mission in life became not to be embarrassed. We were afraid to look bad, so we make it a point not to take any risks and not be ourselves. We became actors in our own ‘movie’ and strangers, friends and family are our directors . We play a role of someone else’s perspective and not our own. We somehow end up designing our lives based on what other people might be thinking about us. So why then should the way we all feel depend on the thoughts in someone else’s head? How do we motivate ourselves to have that “I don’t care what people think of me” attitude and to leave the painful self-consciousness behind us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read from a book that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It might be a profitable overcorrection to adopt these commands:-&lt;br /&gt;* Leave your comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;* Look Bad&lt;br /&gt;* Take a Risk&lt;br /&gt;* Lose Face&lt;br /&gt;* Be Yourself&lt;br /&gt;* Share yourself with someone&lt;br /&gt;* Open Up&lt;br /&gt;* Be Vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;* Be human&lt;br /&gt;* Get Honest&lt;br /&gt;* Experience the fear and do it anyway”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the fear of what ifs - What if this doesn’t work? What if I fail and I can’t get back up again? What if my family leave me after I start this journey? What if I lose everything for the sake of my dream? What if this, what if that? Just what if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fear and pain,” says psychologist Nathaniel Branden, “should be treated as a signal not to close our eyes but to open them wider.” To never give up on your dreams no matter how preposterous/absurd it might appear to other folks, to always focus on your dream and have that drive to succeed and always push yourself to the ultimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;We have to take control of what we know. The more we know of what motivates us, the easier it is to motivate ourselves. They say knowledge is power. Respect yours and build on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Live that dream and never give up no matter how long it will take you, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEVER GIVE UP&lt;/em&gt; and admit defeat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111995181983207665?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111995181983207665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111995181983207665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111995181983207665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111995181983207665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/dream-is-everything.html' title='The Dream is Everything'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111988512654023355</id><published>2005-06-27T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T16:28:29.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How was My weekend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/black%20cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/black%20cat.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic weekend! We didn’t do anything extraordinary or bizarre but it was just one of those weekends that whatever you do with your loved ones it just seems superb! We went for a drive (vrooomm) and had a good scare now and again as I was in the driver’s seat driving us all to Leeds and Halifax. It started to fall apart when I had to stop on a hill but we managed to get back up again so it wasn’t a total disaster after all and no one crashed, no accident! Phew! After shopping at White Rose (again!) went to Blockbuster in Halifax and from there went back to our place to go and get BIL’s car so that he can drive us to their place for our tea (that’s dinner in Britain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rent 2 movies - After The Sunset starring Pierce Brosnan &amp; Salma Hayek &amp;amp; National Treasures starring Nicholas Cage. It was a joy to see the black cat Sam again and I must say he’s grown big and healthy! I can’t really tell what type of cat he is (not a cat expert, I’m not) but all I can say he’s got the most silkiest fur I’ve ever seen! He’s just gorgeous darling! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/black%20cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 12 midnight when our movie marathon ends (oh and we had double chocolate cake for desert! Hmmmn! Delicious!), BIL and fiancé drove us home but then I just remembered that I forgot our house keys in BIL’s place and as a result we had to drive all the way back to his place to get those keys. Me and my absent-mindedness! Well, what do you expect? After 3 and half hours of watching movies which I find a bore, I was eager to get home and not realising that I actually had a bag with me when I arrived, I just waltzed out of the house and went straight to BIL’s car and only remembered about the house keys when I asked James if he had it with him and that’s halfway through the journey! “Duh! No! You had the keys in your bag! Remember that blue bag that you brought with you?” was James reply. “Well, that’s why you should bring your keys too! And why didn’t you bring your keys then? If you bring your keys this wouldn’t happen!” I said trying to make it look like it’s not my fault . We joked about it of course and drove back to BIL’s house. A 15 minute journey had turned out to be a half an hour journey! Oh Boy! BIL’s fiancé sure looked unhappy! Well, it’s one of those things is what I said! So sorry lah! Jangalah mare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s Saturday and what about Sunday? Oh! Glorious Sunday! Woke up at 9am (well, it’s Sunday so must stay in later than normal!), lay on the bed for few minutes, looked at hubby by my side while he’s snoring away and in deep sleep and just grateful to Allah s.w.t that he’s back for good! After all that staring and mesmerizing and sighing and being lovey dovey, got up, berus gigi ("bangun pagi ku terus mandi, jangan lupa menggosok gigi" – lagi tak ingatlah! Sesiapa yang ingat terus sambungkan lagu ini boleh?) and started on my cleaning! Well, it’s Sunday so it’s cleaning time!!!! 2pm, James decided to wake up! Yes! 2 pm but before that he did woke up at about 11am and I made him breakfast in bed (class you!) but lepas tu terus tak turun-turun sampailah pukul 2pm! Kesian dia! Mesti penat kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, he decided to attack the garden! Why is it a miracle. Well, after 2 weeks of reminding and 'requesting' (not nagging okay? Though he disagree to that!) that he do something with the garden, that Sunday he decided that he wants to attack the garden and get rid of all those unwanted plants that he thinks should be chucked out, even the rose beds which were withered! Hah! Bila kita suruh, dia buat derk ajer, ni tiba-tiba terus nak kerjakan garden ku! Well, I’m not complaining but gave him a hand instead! There we were husband and wife working together attacking the garden and pulling the roots out (so sorry! sob, sob!) of every dying plant and making sure that all the weeds were destroyed and out of the way… It’s hard worked but I completely enjoyed myself and I can see a sign of satisfaction on his face too! Working together and laughing and making jokes and spurting ideas about what we should do with the garden and the yard… we were just in high-spirits and despite the sun shining down on us, it didn’t dry out our mood at all! We were so enjoying the weather, the clearing out… just everything! After all that that we were so knackered that we decided to just chill out with a glass or two of Lemonade and watch Kill Bill Volume 2…(very brutal movie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to ring mak on Saturday and as usual she will keep me up-to-date with the latest gossips and my future plans with James… One question that she will never-ever forget to ask me whenever I ring her, “Kau dah pregnant ker belum?” she will asked but will reply herself with, “Oh! Ia tak ye jugak! Hari itu kau cakap bila umur kau 29 tahun baru nak ada anak kan? Oh! Takpelah! Kau enjoylah the moment dengan James dulu, then baru pikiak pasal anak kan? Kalau ada rezeki tak kemanalah tu!” That's my mother! And my dad? Well, I managed to talk to him for a brief moemnt as he just got back from work! As usual him being funny and trying to mimick the British slang yang tak menjadi - It’s just brilliantly funny! How I missed my parents exceedingly! They are just the greatest parents ever and I never realised how much I will miss them and how much they meant to me until I’m 8,000 miles away! Yes it’s only been a year and half but it sure felt like forever! Well, like I said before it’s what it is isn’t it? Life just had to go on! You choose the life that you wanted to lead and so you’ve got to stick by it (if that makes any sense)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird and wonderful thing for me though was every phone call that we had will end with ‘I love you’ and that’s something sporadic! We don’t customarily say that to each other but now, it’s a must for us to say it before we bid our goodbyes! Every time mak utter those 3 words, it’s brings shivers to my spine (in a good way of course)… it makes me feel warmth and in full glee! I can’t really put in words the feeling that I get when mak said those words but it’s just an immense emotion I obtain! It’s funny how the distance somehow makes us closer than we were before and that include ayah too of course! I’m just fortunate to have them as my parents and thankful for the love they’ve given me for the past 26 years of my life and not to forget the undying support that they’ve given me and James before and after we were married when some of the people around us ever did was criticise, mock us and doubting the relationship that me and James had! Well, who had the last laugh now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, you love me, I kentot you lari!!!!" Haa! Haa!!! Eh! Tak appropriate kan??? A song that me and my friends when we were young like to sing to each other and laugh out loud after the kentot part! Huagh! Huagh! Huagh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111988512654023355?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111988512654023355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111988512654023355&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111988512654023355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111988512654023355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-was-my-weekend.html' title='How was My weekend?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111970011199405273</id><published>2005-06-25T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T12:48:32.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Boom Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/car.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch out for that Grren Vauxhall Corsa when you're driving past Shelf or Dewsbury!" I warned all my friends! Hee! hee! That's what I told them everytime I went for my driving lesson. Yesterday, we had a mock driving test (if you can call it that)! It was nerve wrecking! I didn't passed but was given plenty of tips on what to do and what not to do! It was hard! I never knew that driving can be soo hard but you've got to learn it one ay or another if you want to survive here in the UK - especially in West Yorkshire when all the public transport are just utterly useless! Not like in London where you can hop on and off a bus or a train at ease! That's why it's important for me to learn to drive so that I don't have to rely so much on the lousy bus! Once you've missed the bus, you've got to wait like an hour before you can catch the next one, and that is if you're lucky! So anyway, I'm on my 30th lesson here (yes 30) and it felt like I'm doing it forever! What do you expect when the lesson is just once a week for only an hour... So it does feel like an eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, me, James and Lucy are going for a spin! Yes, I'm the driver so people, watch out okay?! Kereta lembu is out to play! To all the pro's drivers, please give way to me and PLEASE also have a heart and give way to me okay? Don't try to race me and don't try to provoke me! If I'm slow that's because I'm cautious and I abide the speed limit rules - not like you &lt;a href="mailto:b@#$%*ds"&gt;b@#$%*ds&lt;/a&gt; who just go vroooommm and trying to scare me!! Hee! Hee! Ini Massy lah! Tak takut dengan your threat okay??!!! But still dear drivers, be very patience with me and try be considerate as much as possible okay? If you don't want to get killed then do as I say and go slow and give way to me and just be patience!! Huagh! Huagh! Huagh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've completed painting part of the wall, going to get change and get ready to RUMBLE!!!! VRoooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmm!!!!! Ngiooooooooonnnnggg!!! Hoooiii!! Kereta Lembu dah keluar!!! Semua cabuuuuttt!!! Larrriii!!! Selamat kan diri masiang-masiang!!!!! Nasib lah korang!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111970011199405273?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111970011199405273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111970011199405273&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111970011199405273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111970011199405273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/crash-boom-bang.html' title='Crash Boom Bang!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111965253019509224</id><published>2005-06-24T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:39:20.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nour! Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/1600/Julius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2050/989/320/Julius.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nour! My first song to be played in my Blog - James The Cat! Thank you for giving me all the information needed! I truely appreciate it! So good to know that there are so many blogger, blogger friends out there who are willing to help me yang Buta IT whom are always in need of assistance! More music will be played for all your pleasure!!!! Da! Da! Da! Very happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This cat is the late Julius! Sorry, not James ah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111965253019509224?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111965253019509224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111965253019509224&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111965253019509224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111965253019509224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/nour-thank-you.html' title='Nour! Thank You!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111961279022018920</id><published>2005-06-24T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:45:41.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Handwriting'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song By Beverly Craven&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Handwriting'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You light up another cigarette &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;and I pour the wine&lt;br /&gt;It's four o'clock in the morning &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;and it's starting to get light&lt;br /&gt;now I'm right where I want to be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;losing track of time&lt;br /&gt;but I wish that it was still last night &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;You look like you're in another world&lt;br /&gt;but I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;how can you be so far away &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;when I go away I'll miss you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;and I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;every night and day just ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be home, I'll be home soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go away I'll miss you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;and I will be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;every night and day just ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;'cos I'll be saving all my love for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;I need to know you feel the same way tooand &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;I'll be home, I'll be home soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="text" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Handwriting';color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111961279022018920?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111961279022018920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111961279022018920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111961279022018920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111961279022018920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/promise-me.html' title='Promise Me...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111953154214776427</id><published>2005-06-23T13:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:59:02.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAS Virus...</title><content type='html'>Today, I read that &lt;a href="http://auntyn.blogpost.com"&gt;AuntyN&lt;/a&gt; was attacked by the &lt;strong&gt;MALAS&lt;/strong&gt; Virus! Oh No! Tidak Mungkin!!!! Apa dah jadiq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's apparent that this virus spreads faster than a speeding bullet (betulkah?) because all the way to the United Kingdom, the viruses has attacked many civilians including MassyLassy! (Kena teruk!!!!! Major attacked!!! Mata kita ni dah tak boleh bukak lagi! Kuyu ajer macam penyu!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientist and other Geniuses are trying to find the Cure for the &lt;strong&gt;MALAS&lt;/strong&gt; virus but they say 'omputih no understand Malay'! Still, until now they masih can't understand Malay!!! (PS: Ni dah start melalut sebab mengantuk sangat! AuntyN! What have you done to me??!!! Contagious seh!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look around you,  symptoms are obvious (ah? Apa dia?)! Eyes drooping (as kuyu as mata Elvis Presley...), not a single smile on their faces and they walk around like zombies! With the heat now at 25 degrees celcius, it didn't help either! The victims are getting more crankier and more restless! What are we to do? UK people cannot tahan already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AuntyN, do keep us up-to-date for any progress for the cure of ... dam! dam! dam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE MALAS VIRUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111953154214776427?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111953154214776427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111953154214776427&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111953154214776427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111953154214776427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/malas-virus.html' title='MALAS Virus...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111948064929200657</id><published>2005-06-22T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:57:05.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>These Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/cutie2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you please look into my eyes dear and tell me what you see? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see our future? Can you see our children running around in the garden? Can you see us growing old together? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see that when you left, my world just shattered into bits and pieces scattered, waiting to hurt another! Can you see that without your touch my body aches! Can you see in my eyes that sadness is draining me out of my soul? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see dear that I love you too much? Can you not see that by loving you too much, it's harder to let you go! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look into these eyes dear and tell me you can see how much you've hurt me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look into these big eyes darling and tell me what you see... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaow... Meaow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111948064929200657?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111948064929200657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111948064929200657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111948064929200657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111948064929200657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/these-eyes.html' title='These Eyes...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111944779190626669</id><published>2005-06-22T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:43:11.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OhMiGosh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;OhMiGosh! Could somebody just shoot me in the head coz I can’t stand this!!! The weather is hot, the surrounding was unbearable and what was playing on the radio? “Aaaaaahhhh Maaarrrrriiiaaaaa!!!! Hooo! Hooo! Haaaa!!!! Haaa!!!” It’s Opera!!! OhMeGosh!!! I don’t mind it but it doesn’t go with the weather!!! If I don’t do something I’m going to drop!!! My eyes is gonna give up on me! My eyes were saying No! No! Please!!! No more! Can’t do it mistress! Can’t make it!!! It’s torturing!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can tell, I’m not an Opera fan… Well, it depends though! Some (like Mr. B) enjoys classical and I’m not saying that I don’t like classical, but for me there’s always time and place for it! Working with a classical music on do not, I repeat DO NOT boost that morale sky high! Doesn’t help at all! Okay… he changed the channel now… Now I can work! My eyes are wide open now!!! Get a move on BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is extremely B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L!!! I love it soo much! Sun is shinning, skin is browning (uh?), legs are showing, mid-rifs are showing (not a good sight!), men half naked (without top only!), women in their tiniest top ever and kids with their cool shades! It’s just brilliant! I love the sun! Anyone wants to go with MassyLassy to the beach for a Sun Tan??? (Not santan okay??!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngggiooonnggg!!! Bzzziiiuuunnggggg!!! Ngggiooonnggg!!! Bzzziiiuuunnggggg!!! Iskh! Can this fly just get out of my face &amp; my hair! I know that I’m irresistible, but please Mr. Fly, could you just leave me alone! I need my space and I don’t want you to poop on my hair! Stop being a pain and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s that Fly thingy? That Fly need a sebat from me!!!&lt;br /&gt; I want my Mummmmmyyyy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111944779190626669?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111944779190626669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111944779190626669&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111944779190626669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111944779190626669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/ohmigosh.html' title='OhMiGosh!!!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111927854420958118</id><published>2005-06-20T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:03:38.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wahai kekawan ku yang budiman dan bijak bistari, begitu lama ku tidak menulis bukan kerana ku sakit atau merajuk... Cuma ku sedang berasmara dana bersama suami dipasiran pantai! Ku tak sangka ramai yang rindukan ku! Terharu sungguh perasaan ku ini hingga ku dapat rasakan yang airmata ini ingin menitis tapi tak menjadi... Kenapa? Entahlah! Mungkin belum lagi, cuma suspen ajer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kekawan... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku rasa sungguh bertuah kerana kekawan senantiasa ada bersama ku walaupun ada diantara kamu yang jauh beribu batu - berbatu-batu hingga tak dapat ku kira... Tapi rasa seperti kamu disebelah ku sahaja... Iskh Seraaaammm!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tidak ku sangka semenjak ku menulis yang bukan-bukan di dalam blog ku ini, ku dapat banyak perhatian dari kekawan yang kesemuanya bijak-bijak belaka! Nampaknya ubat guna-gunaku telah menjadi! Bagus! Bagus! Ketawalah ku mengilai-ngilai sekarang! Jangan takut, jangan gerun, ku hanyalah seorang insan biasa yang inginkan persahabatan kamu semua! (Tak kita tak terdesak cuma sesat ajer - sesat jalan!!!) (Nyanyi sikit: Sudilah kawanku jangan lah segan -segan, jamulah kuih-muih ku yang ada...- Rhythm sendiri okay?) (Tersasul pulak)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jadi kekawan ku, janganlah kamu jemu untuk menjenguk Blogspot-pot ku ini kerana ianya Sungguh menarik walaupun Englishnyer tidak berapa fasih dan Melayunyer tidaklah berapa betul, tapi oleh kerana ubat guna-guna ku dah menjadi jadi kekawan semua tak ada pilihan tapi untuk menjenguk jugak blogspot-pot ku ini... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kekawanku, merepek-meraban ku sudah selesai, jadi... poooofff (kita tengah tiup kat kekawan semua nih!) Semua boleh tulis komen yang munasabah okay?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cepatlah! Komennyer mana? Apasal kosong ajer nih? Tak menjadi ker tiupan ku ini? Lagi sekalilah! Pooooooooooooofffffff , poooooooooooooooffffffffff .......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kosong lagi????????? pppppppppppppoooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oooooooooooopppppppppppfffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha! Baru kenakan!!!! Sesiapa yang kena tempias tu.... Jangan marah ah!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111927854420958118?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111927854420958118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111927854420958118&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927854420958118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927854420958118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/kenapa.html' title='Kenapa?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111927519694756814</id><published>2005-06-19T23:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T14:48:59.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since last Sunday (19th June) was father’s day, we all decided to go down to the barn (Skipton) to celebrate! Regrettably, James was unable to be join us coz he had to be in Petersborough that Sunday for a 2 days course and I think that sucks! (Am I allowed to say that?) So, nothing could be done about it… I bid my farewell to my darling husband before I drove us (me, BIL and L) to the barn. I was distressed that I was unable to say goodbye to him &lt;em&gt;properly&lt;/em&gt; but it will be just 2 days and that means I’ll see him again on Tuesday night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, once we were all comfortably sitting in the car, the rain decided to do the crying for me! It poured down like mad! I was bit nervous to drive what with the weather being so unpredictable and the road being slippery and everything seems blurry… But I recite my Bismillah, and drive off as careful and as cautious as possible… Well, all in all, it was a smooth drive going and coming back! My BIL and L were pretty impress with my driving skill! I thank you!!!! Once we get to the barn the rain decided to give it a rest and gave the sun the chance to shine on us! The meal was pleasant… well that’s how I can only describe it – it’s pleasant! It felt different with just the 5 of us coz it’s usually 6 of us – 3 couples but never mind! These things do happen don’t they? Anyway, we went over to PIL’s house and was welcomed by the 3 lovely, cutest ever in the world Siamese cats… 2 of them are white and the other one is brownish in colour! I will attach the pictures for y’all to see okay??!!! They are just the most adorable, lovable cats I’ve ever seen! They are just soo tiny and just oh so cute!!!! How else can I describe them but just ADORABLE!!!! They are feisty cats with loads of energy and they are so playful too! Wish I could have one of them but just for one of the cat, it will costs me £350 and for 3 of them… £1,050… Well, if I have £1,050 extra in my bank, I will definitely buy them but for now I will only admire them from afar! Cats, they are just lovely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like what some people say, you don’t own the cat but the cat is the one who owns you!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How true is that Ely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111927519694756814?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111927519694756814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111927519694756814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927519694756814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927519694756814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111927422265259862</id><published>2005-06-19T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:02:41.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s been ages since I wrote in my entry and felt absolutely at fault for not doing so… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, how was my week been? Hmmmnnn… It’s been tolerable! I can’t say that anything exciting had happened or met anyone exciting or interesting. So far the only interesting person that I met was… come to think of it, there’s none… Oh! Hang on! There is one person that I think is very interesting, vivacious, soft-spoken, kind-hearted, a good listener, an optimist, a knockout (never seen her before but from her voice you could tell that she is a knockout!) and just an amazing person! Though we’ve spoken only a few times over the telephone, it felt like I've known her for a long period of time! I know it sounds daft, but you know when you met someone and you just hit it off, well that’s what happened when we started to chat over the telephone! We could go on for hours and hours just chatting away over the telephone about anything and everything! I tried to timed our chat for an hour coz it will be really expensive for her though she insisted that she rang me instead of me ringing her which made me felt really guilty. Nevertheless I think she’s a first rate lady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;During my lonely times (when James is away from home), she will be there keeping me company and we will be chatting away about anything and everything! How I wished that she live next door to me so that I could just pop by her house and we’ll have a drink or two and just make each other laugh and just keep each other company! Of course I don't just chat with her when I'm lonely (please don't think that way!), as I will try and e-mail and ring her as often as I could! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You could tell that she’s the kind of person who will be there for you when you needed her! All I can say is Thank You for the friendship and thank you for being so tolerant with me when I keep talking about James all the time (which I know most people will get fed up easily and say “Enough! Enough about your husband!”) and THANK YOU for being there! Let’s hope that this friendship will last forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned before, my week had been tolerable! Despite Mr. B being panicky all the time (since Ms S is out of town) and keep screaming my name for the umpteenth time every day and the f***ing words never stop spitting out from his mouth, and just being a BIG irritation to me - it did give rise to a thought whether I should quit this job and move on to something else… Somewhere where there’s no spitting, no f***ing, no one to irritates me and no…. Hmmnnn… Wait a minute! Hang On! What am I complaining about? I should be grateful that at least I have a &lt;em&gt;decent job&lt;/em&gt;! What makes me think that somewhere else is better? That somewhere else, I won’t get the same verbal abuse, same irritation? I could get it worse somewhere else! So, I’m going to peter out all these complaining and just endure all the gobbledygook that’s been and going to be spat/spit at/on me! Well, that’s sorted then! Work sorted! No more thinking of going to quit – well not until I pass my driving test then will I contemplate whether to look for another job or not! Hmmmnn.. Don’t think they will appreciate that! Well, we’ll see how it goes eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these past few days (weekends) had been the most fruitful days ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday…&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely Saturday – sun was shining, sky was clear, birds were singing, horses were running around the field… It was a perfect day and I couldn't ask for more! James and I decided to go for a walk to the garden centre in Northowram. It’s about 2 miles from our house so we thought that since it’s a nice day, why don’t we just walked instead of taking the bus… But before we went to the Garden centre, we walked to the Barbershop where James had his GI haircut! He looked so handsome with his hair cut short! Well, of course I’m gonna say he’s fine-looking coz he’s my husband after all! But it’s the reality! He is handsome; well to me he is! (By this time everyone must be feeling sick!) Anyway, after that hair cut, we bought ourselves a drink and walked towards the Garden Centre! Boy was it a hot day or what?!!! My plan was to buy flowers for the bedding outside my house and some indoor plant for the living room coz our living room is lack of ‘greens’! But once we got there I was extremely disappointed as there’s nothing that was worth buying and the flowers there just doesn’t seem to appeal to me much! I saw some Marigold flowers - bright yellow colour with brown spots on it and some chrysanthemum flower but they just don’t look right! They look like they’ve been uncared for! Hello! Doesn’t anyone who works here take care of these gorgeous flowers? There was a pot of nice orchids and lilies but still the price was not right! Plants – well, can’t seem to find a plant that’s fitting for the living room – either they are too big or too small, too bushy, too shabby and everything too, too!!! Never just right! So we left the Garden Centre empty handed promising ourselves that next week, we will go to another Garden Centre in Huddersfield with BIL and L and hopefully we will be able to get our ideal plant &amp; flowers for our house!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That afternoon about half 1, we drove or should I say I drove us down to White Rose centre in Leeds to do some Father’s Day shopping and Birthday shopping for my MIL. It was nerve wrecking driving to White Rose centre but it was damn good! It boost up my confidence and I’m proud to say that I overcame my fear of roundabouts! Well at the moment I’m confident enough but tomorrow will be a different story! The same day (Saturday) L and I went to the movie to watch Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith (thanks R for the recommendation!) and it was brilliantly funny and we totally enjoyed ourselves! James on the other hand, went out with his mates and brother to paint the town red considering that it had been 3 weeks since he met up with his mates! Guess he missed them too! Saturday had been an exccellent and productive day... Can't believe we did so many things in just a day! Just glad to spend that time with my Darling!!! We had a race during our walk and I won!!! Hee! Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111927422265259862?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111927422265259862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111927422265259862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927422265259862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111927422265259862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/saturday.html' title='Saturday...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111891659589524022</id><published>2005-06-16T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:58:49.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where is your heart dear sir?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not care?&lt;br /&gt;Do you not want to know&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;em&gt;OTHERS&lt;/em&gt; are fine or maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you only care about &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;SHE’S&lt;/em&gt; down, you start to fuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Don't do this, don't do that you will say&lt;br /&gt;But when &lt;em&gt;OTHERS &lt;/em&gt;are down&lt;br /&gt;You just sigh and say&lt;br /&gt;Whatever are you sad for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your heart dear sir?&lt;br /&gt;We’re bleeding and you do not bother&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it’s fair dear sir&lt;br /&gt;That you only care for &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about us sir, what about us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111891659589524022?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111891659589524022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111891659589524022&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111891659589524022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111891659589524022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-sir.html' title='Dear Sir...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111886445249039235</id><published>2005-06-15T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T13:52:15.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it all About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Excuse me, but are you a Filipina?" said this petite Filipino lass who just suddenly appeared beside me! I didn't noticed her as I was miles away and only realised her presence when she spoke. She's a petite woman wearing an oversized yellow jacket. "Uhm, sorry no, I'm a Singaporean," I said feeling rather embarrassed. "Oh! You look like a Filipino!" she replied and we both laughed. "Yes! I do get that sometimes. Even when I'm in Singapore people think that I'm a Filipino! How odd!" The green man starts screaming and we crossed the road. We bid our goodbyes. I can't help but smiled! I could asked for her number and we could stay in touch and we could even go out for drink or for a meal or something considering that she must be living near Brighouse. Oh well! Never mind! It's all gone now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were wondering, my weekend with my Husband was absolutely fantastic! It was undescribable! Let's just say that he makes me the most happy woman alive! But it's a shame that it's just for a brief moment coz he's gone again last Tuesday and only be back this Friday which of course I am looking forward to it tremendously! No, I'm not going to be mushy-mushy again coz I'm sure everyone must be &lt;em&gt;meluat &lt;/em&gt;already kan? The truth is, I missed him everytime he's not with me and I never thought that I could miss him this badly but I do! Alrite! Enough about missing him! I will go bonkers just thinking about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What's today like? It's been one hell of a day! Been on my feet the whole day and I'm really knackered but I got to clean the house. The floor needs to be scrubbed, the clothes needed to be ironed, the bathtub needed a scrub, the table needed to be polished, the carpet needed to be vacuumed! Oh! SO many things to do!!! Honestly, my house ain't that filthy at all, it's just that I have a weekend cleaning spree routine which starts on Saturday, 8am but it had to be abandoned coz I was out galavanting with the husband! It was worth it though but now, back to business! The house got to be spotless before the husband arrives this Friday! Make him feel at eased and make him realise what a wonderful home he has and what he's missing! Hee! Hee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today at work, while blog hopping I encountered a comment in a blog where he/she mentioned SPG Singapore... Hmmmnn... I actually wanted to blog about this but then I thought I better give it another day for me to get all my facts (what facts?) right about SPG... And I'm suppose to blog about my sis and itu pun belum jadi lagi! Iskh! Banyak sangat nak blog sampai tak tau mana satu nak start dulu... SPG.... Sister??? Yang mana satu, idaman kalbu????? Sister more important kan??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111886445249039235?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111886445249039235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111886445249039235&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111886445249039235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111886445249039235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-it-all-about.html' title='What&apos;s it all About'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111878517997091334</id><published>2005-06-14T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:06:52.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Starbutton, Skipton</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/grad%20168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/grad%20168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Pixs by MassyLassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/Great%20View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/Great%20View1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;Pixs by MassyLassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/The%20Town.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/The%20Town.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Pixs by MassyLassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes In the Pond - Swim fishes swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/grad%20163.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a long wait, I would like to share this incredible diet that I cut out from the Sun Newspaper, give it a 2 weeks tryout and the results? It's absolutely incredibulous! Of courses you have to have that occasion exercise to get that heart pumping, that muscles flixing etc... So, please feel free to give this a try and please, if you need to, consult your doctor before you try and new diet/exercise! Thank you! Good Luck Y'all!!! Try the First Week First and next week I will give yo the Recipe for the Second Week Punya Okay??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Sun GI Diet isn’t just meant for losing weight – it is an eating plan for life. Follow it and you’ll soon be looking and feeling better than you ever thought possible. If you want more information on The Sun GI Diet, you can e-mail gi@the-sun.co.uk. Good Luck All!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEK ONE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Breakfast: High Fibre Fruit Quick Start –&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mix 50g of All Bran with 30g chopped dates and chopped apple. Pour over 200ml skimmed milk, top with 1 tbsp of low fat plain yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch: Sweet Potato Cakes –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boil 100g peeled sweet potato. Grill a seasoned 60g salmon fillet for six minutes. Mash coated yams with a tsp of mustard, a tbsp of parsley, chopped shallot, a tbsp of fat-free salad dressing, then salt and pepper to taste. Serve mash with salmon and chicory, pear and tomato salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner: Egg, Chips and Beans –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cook 100g low-fat oven chips (if can’t find any, normal potatoes). Wipe and cut 4oz mushrooms and brush lightly with oil. Bake in oven with chips. Brush a non-stick frying pan lightly with oil and fry an egg. Heat through a small can of beans and serve immediately with the chips, mushrooms and egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: French Toast –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Leave two slices granary bread out overnight, whisk egg with cinnamon, fructose and nutmeg. Dip bread into egg mix, fry for 2-3 minutes each side. Top with 2 tbsp low-fat fromage frais and slices of fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch: Salad Nicoise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine 50g of drained tuna canned in water or brine with a quartered hard-boiled egg, lettuce, cucumber and tomato and serve with granary roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner: Grilled Chicken with Parsley &amp; Mustard Mash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boil &amp;amp; mash 150g potatoes with 200ml milk, salt and cayenne pepper and add two tsp each of grain and Dijon mustard. Then add parsley. Meanwhile grill 70g chicken breast (remove skin) basted with one tsp honey and 1tsp Dijon mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: Porridge in A Flash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mix 40g porridge oats with 140ml skimmed milk and 40g dried fruit. Microwave for 90 seconds on full power. Stir and let stand. Serve with a bit more milk and sprinkle of brown sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch: Penne Pasta Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mix a tsp of Dijon mustard, 2 tsp lemon juice, 1 tsp tomato puree, 1 tbsp Thousand Island dressing, a few drops of Tabasco and salt and pepper. Add diced cucumber and two ripe diced tomatoes, 115g cooked pasta plus 100g cooked drained prawns. Serve with slice of granary bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner: Toad In A Hole (serves 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Whisk 2oz flour, one egg and 150ml skimmed milk. Set aside. Bake four low fat sausages at 190oC until browned. Drain excess fat and increase oven temperature to 200oC. Pour batter over sausages and cook for 30 minutes or until golden brown and well-risen. Serve with green beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Breakfast: Fruity Toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast two slices fruit loaf, spread with 50g low-fat cream cheese. Put apple slices on top of cream cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch: Smoked Mackerel Pate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix 60g smoked flaked mackerel with a quarter tsp Dijon mustard, 2 tbsp low-fat soft cheese, a tbsp of chopped fresh parsley, squeeze of lemon juice and black pepper. Once well mixed, serve spread of two slices of toasted granary, rye or pitta bread or use to fill granary roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner: Steamed Salmon and Sauteed Bean Sprouts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 90g skinless salmon fillet and top with sliced lemon. Wrap in tin foil and steam for five minutes. Saute 90g of sprouting beans. Add two cloves crushed garlic and balsamic vinegar. Add 100g bean sprouts and parsley. Cook for 1 minute and serve with salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Breakfast: Peanut Butter Toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread two slices granary toast with 10g peanut butter. Wash down with a 200ml glass of orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch: Mexican Bean Pitta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Warm 100g of re-fried beans in a saucepan. Add a few drops of Tobasco. Warm a wholemeal pitta. Split and stuff with shredded lettuce and chopped coriander. Season beans with black pepper and lemon juice. Use to stuff the pitta. Add warmed beans to pitta and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner: Chilli Spaghetti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fill saucepan with water and a pinch of salt, bring to boil and add 50g of raw spaghetti. Brush a little oil in pan, add ¼ fresh chilli (finely chopped), one clove of crushed garlic, broccoli florets, one chopped onion and stir fry for five minutes until veg is soft. Add to cooked spaghetti and serve with sprinkle of parmesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakfast: Sausage Sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill two reduced-fat sausages, toast two slices granary bread. Spread toast with hot mustard, add sliced cooked sausages and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch: Turkey on Toasted Rye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast two large slices of rye bread and spread one with mustard. Lay on top 100g of cold sliced turkey and lots of cucumber and watercress or shredded lettuce. Put other slice of rye toast on top and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner: Roast Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast 75g lean roast beef or lamb or 100g chicken or turkey on a rack to drain excess fat. Serve with two roast potatoes and a selection of Brussels sprouts, carrots, spring greens, courgettes and sweetcorn. Make gravy using a stock cube and cornflour with water drained from the vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast: Scrambled Eggs on Marmite Toast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Beat two eggs with two tbsp skimmed milk, season. Heat eggs in pan and stir until cooked. Spread two slices granary toast thinly with Marmite and top with scrambled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch: Caesar Light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toast two slices granary bread. Cool, rub one with garlic and cut it into cubes. Shred large handful of lettuce and mix with 80g cooked lean cubed chicken. Mix in two tbsp reduced-fat Caesar dressing. Sprinkle with 10g grated Parmesan and a chopped anchovy. Serve with the extra slice of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner: Pasta With Olive Tomato Sauce (Serves two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Heat pan, brush with oil, add one chopped onion, one chopped clove of garlic and cook until soft. Add 400g can of chopped tomatoes and olives (4 black, 4 green). Cook for 8 minutes, add pinch of salt and pepper and 1tbs of fructose. Serve with pasta and 2tbs of grated parmesan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, that's for this week GI Diet Recipe/Plan... So, do give it a try and hope that you will stick to this diet! Next Week, another set of new recipe for the week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/11941721-111874035471187049?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111874035471187049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111874035471187049&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111874035471187049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111874035471187049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/glycemic-index-diet-is-in-house.html' title='The Glycemic Index Diet is in the House!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111873641010691802</id><published>2005-06-14T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:20:14.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You All!</title><content type='html'>I tried to click on the Post Comment, but was unable to &lt;em&gt;bukak&lt;/em&gt;, so terpaksalah I reply to all my wonderful Bloggers Friends this way! 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Terma Kasih sekalung budi, Lain Kali Kita Request Lain-Lain Lagi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Sayang Yer??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111873641010691802?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111873641010691802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111873641010691802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111873641010691802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111873641010691802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-all_14.html' title='Thank You All!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111865748452031511</id><published>2005-06-13T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:11:24.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah! Cerita Hindi dah abis Dah!</title><content type='html'>Selamat Pagi/Petang semua! Ingin MassyLassy meminta maaf sebab baru sekarang ni kita dapat post entry! To all the bloggers that commented on my previous entry, I thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my TRUE entry once I balik rumah okay??? Sabar yer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111865748452031511?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111865748452031511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111865748452031511&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111865748452031511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111865748452031511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/dah-cerita-hindi-dah-abis-dah.html' title='Dah! 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We hug and kiss and exclaim how much we missed each other! After 5 long days of solitude, cheerlessness, having no one to pick an argument with, at last, at last, my sweetheart will be in my arms again! That moment has come and I will not let him go! How I yearn for him deeply! I yearn for his touch, his kiss, his fart (oooi phew!), humour, his laughter, even those bad habits that I hate, I even grieve for – everything about him I missed truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! I know it’s only been 5 days you said, but it’s 5 excruciating days!!! Some may fathom how I felt, some may not but that’s how I felt when he left on Sunday for Hull leaving me to fend myself for the last 4 and half days!! I can’t focus in the office right now! All that I can think about is that Hollywood/Bollywood moment (running to his arms that is!) and the music will be playing on the background, both of us twirling around like kids, just contented to see each other! Aaah! What a moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But in reality of course it will only be, “Oh Darling! I missed you soo much!” Hugs, kisses and more hugs! “I missed you too!” will be his only response and of course more hugs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music please? Sorry, no such thing! This is not Bollywood okay! You’re in the UK and people don’t do that kind of thing, so, just be content with the hugs and kisses that you're getting/gonna get, all right? Oh! Of course I will be joyful &amp; in high spirits! Just the thought of seeing him again makes me go ooooh!!! Woo! Hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, better get off now and do more work before I get a bollocking from Mr. B!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio all!!! Have an amazing weekend ahead and think of me coz I will think of you! (Only just! No kidding! I will think of y'all except of course during those ehem! Ehem Time! – Iskh, tak payahlah tulis no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, take good care y’all and don’t do things that I will do!!! Leave that to the pros!!!&lt;br /&gt; *Muakh!* *Muakh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111839740345843372?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111839740345843372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111839740345843372&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111839740345843372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111839740345843372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-is-day.html' title='Today is The Day!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111833306019583896</id><published>2005-06-09T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:16:59.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hari Ini Kau Datang Riang..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;“If only I’m single, you are so going to be in trouble! Me and you outside now!” (At this point it will be exchanging phone numbers okay!?) That’s the first thing that came into my mind when I opened the office door. What a dish (what dish?)! What a catch! That manly physique, that tight bum... Well, one can’t help but look at the front while going up the stairs, so I was unable to escape that view can I? No, I’m not making any pretext for my uuhhmm, behaviour/actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those piercing eyes! I could just gaze into those bright blue eyes for hours and hours and never get turn off! Those strong arms, hands, seductive mouth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Apa yang aku merepek ni? Stop! Stop! Stop right there!!! This is so improper! Got to get a grip and snap out of it! My hubby is THE dishes of all the delicious dishes! Of course, no one can measure up to HIS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;masculine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; physique!! So I better snap out of it! Astagfirrullahhalazim! Mengucap! Banyakkan mengucap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what happened when this good- looking bloke from BT Telecommunication came around the office today! My colleague S and I were ogling and poring over him like couple of youngsters! Of course not in an obvious way! Can’t believe our luck! Here we are forever stuck in this office and laboratory and the only bloke that we are ‘allowed’ to look at is Mr. B and no, he’s definitely not a dish (sour dish that’s for sure) nor is he a hunk! And yes, this bloke that goes by the name of Mark does not spit on your face! Woo! Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did this hunky chap decided to turn up at our workplace? You won’t like the answer to this question but for obvious reasons of course! He heard that I was working in this building, so he wants to check me out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, seriously! For the past 2 days we had non stop crying of calls coming in and the most frustrating thing about it was, before you can even pick the receiver, the cry stopped, and it will start again and stop, start again and stop, start again and stop… you know where I’m going at don’t you? It’s doing my heading!!! So, Mr. B instructed me to give BT a buzz and tell them our situation… BT checked our line (this is done over the phone) and says it seems all right, can’t find any hiccup on both office lines, but they will have an Engineer come around the office to do a further inspection/safety check (or something) for us, which Mr. B unquestioningly agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, 20 minutes later (very fast and efficient!), a knock on the door! I was expecting a ‘mature’ chap but low and behold, The Hunkamania right before my very eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi! My name is Mark and I’m from BT and I hear that you have a problem with your telephone line. I’m here to see if I can be of any assistance.” He said with a broad smile on his face. You can assist me anytime you want, you hunk! Ha! Ha! S can’t help but grinned when she spotted him! Well who wouldn’t! Again I must shout out, “What a hunk”! I told him what the problem was, trying to sound like I know what I’m talking about and he was listening attentively, hanging on to every words and absorbing everything I said. After I was done explaining (what was it again?), he said, “Okay, this is what I’ll do…” Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah… Suddenly, “Hi! I’m Mr B. I assume MassyLassy have told you the ‘dilemma’ that we’re facing? The box is in my office; this way please….” Cheh! Ada jer dia ni! I leave them to it and went to look for S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you see that guy?” I asked S, almost sound like I was shrieking. “He’s perfect for you! Well, you’re pretty and he’s hot, so, it’s perfect! And he’s such a nice guy, I think!” I was so excited for her! “Is he single?” she asked with much hope. “Donno! Haven’t reached that stage of question yet! You just hang and I’ll ask.” I was about to leave when she grabbed my arm, “You nuts? He might think… something!” S said frivolously. I ignored her and walked out of the lab. Mark was still meddling here and there with Mr. B watching over him… “I can tell you that it’s definitely not BT line, so there’s nothing much I can do here. Probably you should contact the phone maintenance guy that you bought your phone from (I think that's what he says, but never mind),” he said looking at me then at Mr. B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, the phone decided not to cry anymore when he arrived! It just stay silence, so I said in jest, “Why don’t you just hang around here for like ten minutes or so wait and see if it rings non-stop again!” We laughed at the idea but then he replied, “Well I could wait if you want, but don’t worry, I won’t charge you for that extra minutes,” and he winked! Mr. B says okay and went into the lab, leaving the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what do you guys do here?” Eh! Kepo pulak dia ni kan? Nak show around ker tidak eh? So I said, “Well, since you’re gonna be here ‘hanging around' for the next ten minutes might as well I show you what we do!” I gave him the grand tour and he seems genuinely interested and impressed by what we’re doing! I called S and she showed him round the laboratory, explaining in details what each machines for. I think they make a perfect couple but that’s only my observation! Jeez! We only met the guy for like twenty minutes! Not enough to know if he’s decent or awful or a murderer! Well, it appears that he’s not single so melepaslah S kan? Takper! Jangan patah hati S, there are plenty more fishes in the sea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I said to him before he left, “When you’re single again, don’t forget to ring us and ask for S, okay? You’ve got our number!” He just laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I will! She seems like a great lass! Too bad I’m not single though.” Of course when these were said she was out of ear shot. So, phew! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I terrible or what? I was just trying to help her get back on her feet again coz she just broke up with this guy she’s been with for the past 2 years and she's feeling miserable! She says she can’t stand being alone and need a companion. She even asked me if I knew anyone who’s single and maybe I could get them together or something, like a blind date! Ugh! Everything is going wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskh! Tak baikkan kita? It appears that I had embarrassed S when I introduced Mark to her! Without a doubt it must be what I said to him that mortified her so. Of course I express regret and told her that under no circumstances will I embarrass her like I did today. I didn’t mean to and I didn’t even realise that I did it, but I did! The humiliation, the woe I’ve caused! Sigh! I have to face the music and make a clean breast that sometimes I can be a pain in the backside just like Mr B (at this moment, I can only describe oneself as a pain in the backside!)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was tolerable, but today… how do I describe today? It’s a mixture of on cloud nine, unpleasantness, abysmal, nerve-racking and regrets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my word that tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, next week - I will change for the better and I will comport myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I’ll be at the barn (Skipton – the lakes, the stream, the grass, the flowers, the fresh air, the animals, the sun!) for the next few days, so, there won’t be any entry in my blog over the weekend! I’ll take pictures of Skipton for your pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Kak Teh! If you’re reading this, have fun at the Festival okay! And don’t forget, kirim salam dengan semua yang ada di sana! You hoo!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wake up and visualize your day as a blank canvas. Ask yourself, "Who's the artist today? Me, or blind circumstance? If I choose to be an artist, how do I want to paint my day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111833306019583896?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111833306019583896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111833306019583896&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111833306019583896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111833306019583896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/hari-ini-kau-datang-riang.html' title='&quot;Hari Ini Kau Datang Riang...&quot;'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111834265000419221</id><published>2005-06-09T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T04:29:43.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ini Dalam E-mail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today, I received these e-mails from my friend M from Singapore and thought of sharing it with everyone! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ketahuilah OlehMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jika kau merasa lelah dan tak berdaya dari usaha yang sepertinya sia-sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; tahu betapa keras engkau sudah berusaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika kau sudah menangis sekian lama dan hatimu masih terasa pedih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; sudah menghitung airmatamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jika kau pikir bahwa hidupmu sedang menunggu sesuatu dan waktu serasa berlalu begitu saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; sedang menunggu bersama denganmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika kau merasa sendirian dan teman-temanmu terlalu sibuk untuk menelepon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; selalu berada disampingmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika kau pikir bahwa kau sudah mencoba segalanya dan tidak tahu hendak berbuat apa lagi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; punya jawabannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika segala sesuatu menjadi tidak masuk akal dan kau merasa tertekan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT &lt;/strong&gt;dapat menenangkanmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jika tiba-tiba kau dapat melihat jejak-jejak harapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; sedang berbisik kepadamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika segala sesuatu berjalan lancar dan kau merasa ingin mengucap syukur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; telah memberkatimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika sesuatu yang indah terjadi dan kau dipenuhi ketakjuban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; telah tersenyum padamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ketika kau memiliki tujuan untuk dipenuhi dan mimpi untuk digenapi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; sudah membuka matamu dan memanggilmu dengan namamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingat bahwa dimanapun kau atau kemanapun kau menghadap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allah SWT&lt;/strong&gt; TAHU ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dari Abdullah bin 'Amr r.a., Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda, Sampaikanlah pesanku biarpun satu ayat&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Apakah kamu mahu aku ajarkan perkara yang lebih baik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;daripada apa yang kamu minta daripadaku? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Apabila kamu berdua berbaring untuk tidur, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;bertasbihlah(Subhanallah) 33 kali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;bertahmid (Alhamdulillah) 33 kali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dan bertakbir (Allahuakbar) 33 kali.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ia adalah lebih baik untuk kamu berdua daripada seorang khadam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Inilah penawar ringkas yang Nabi s.a.w. ajarkan kepada anak dan menantunya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;bagi meringankan keletihan dan kesusahan hidup mereka berdua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Saidina Ali terus mengulang-ulang kalimah-kalimah Rasulullah s.a.w. ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Katanya "Demi Allah aku tidak pernah meninggalkannya semenjak ia diajarkan kepadaku." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sangat dicadangkan kepada ibu-ibu, suami-suami atau sesiapa sahaja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;yang merasai kepenatan setelah melakukan tugas-tugas harian supaya mengamalkan membaca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Subhanallah' (33 kali), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Alhamdulillah' (33 kali) dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Allahuakbar' (33 kali&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;pada setiap malam iaitu sebelum melelapkan mata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lakukanlah dengan penuh ikhlas dan istiqamah (berterusan),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Insya-Allah petunjuk Nabawi ini mampu menyelesaikan bebanan-bebanan hidup seharian kita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Akan terserlah ceria di wajah pada keesokan hari dengan senyuman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Amin yarabbal alamin.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11941721-111834265000419221?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111834265000419221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111834265000419221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111834265000419221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111834265000419221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/hari-ini-dalam-e-mail.html' title='Hari Ini Dalam E-mail...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111825747383061869</id><published>2005-06-08T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:21:34.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Today Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A blackbird began singing near our house. I breathed in the evening and felt rejuvenated. The children on the streets were all high as kites, playing footy, roller blading down the streets, cycling around the neighbourhood. The sun was pretty hot now and there was a shimmer over the grass! I can’t really tell what’s the temperature like, but it’s warmer than before! Aaah! The sun is out to play and this time around I wish and wish that it will play out longer! How I was longing for the sun to come out for a long, long time and when it’s out, I’ve got no one to share it with. Oh well, it is how it is, isn’t it? I cast my eyes over my neighbour red and white flower beds sloping up to the entrance. Wish my flower bed was as stunning as theirs! I turned to look at my own garden and it was grubby and depressing! “James will be back on Friday from Hull, most probably he’ll have to cut the overgrown grasses on Saturday!” I muttered to myself. Oh, come to think of it, we’ll be going to Skipton over the weekend, so there’s no way that he’ll be able to cut those grasses this weekend! Sigh! Look as if it will be ‘chop’ over the next weekend then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the office today, my desk was a sea of papers… Reports, job cards, folders… it’s everywhere. There was a time that I was tempted to just collect it all in my arms and just dump it in the skip! Job done! But, that’s only what's playing in my mind but in reality, it all got to be done by 5pm today… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr B (THE Boss), doesn’tmake things easier for me either! Constant spitting, constant whining and constant irritating! After being called into the office for the umpteenth time, I looked at my watch. Thank God! It’s four o’clock, just one hour to go and I’m free as a bird flying high into the sky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Massy! Massy!” Mr. B bawling out my name from Ms P office. Uggghhh!!! I had enough! “Oh God.” I closed my eyes in irritation, “What now you !@##$%!” That’s me replying in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Mr. B?” I answered trying not to sound infuriated as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not trying to be horrible yah, but…,” he started while clicking on the mouse, trying to show me what I’ve done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It seems that you’ve missed something out here, and here and here.” The arrows on the screen moved faster than a speeding bullet! I couldn't keep up! I looked at the screen, then down at the report that was at his desk. “Uhm, apparently, Ms P didn’t give me this report to lay it out. That’s why it’s not changed.” I said in a calm but stern tone which obviously was ignored. It doesn’t matter what I said for the reason that I will at all times be wrong and he will for ever and a day be right! He’s the boss, and the boss is always right, right? That’s wide of the mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I say to that? I just stood there, watched him complete all the modification / amendment (there wasn't much to alter anyway) and merely said, “Okay then,” and walked out leaving him to it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I admit that I do make blunder now and then but who doesn’t? On the contrary, Mr. B can be such a pain in the backside sometimes but I’m not going to ramble on about him because I find there’s no use bringing it here! I simply have to put it behind me and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s not all about taking in the awful things and nitpick about it isn’t it? We can do away with the unpleasant and only hang on to the exquisite ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was tolerable, how about yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111825747383061869?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111825747383061869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111825747383061869&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111825747383061869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111825747383061869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-today-like.html' title='What&apos;s Today Like?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111813936120021564</id><published>2005-06-07T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:23:12.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Khas Buat Kita Semua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khas Buat Semua! As promised Anedra, this is the e-mail that I received from a friend few days back. I don't know sama ada e-mail ini dapat memberikan jawapan yang dicari oleh Anedra...Tetapi, bolehlah ianya diambil sebagai satu ikhtibar kan? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seperti apa yang dinasihatkan/pesanan oleh mak MassyLassy sebelum dia letak telepon, "Selalulah kamu berdoa kepada Allah s.w.t Jika kamu confuse atau rasa tertekan etc, mintaklah petunjuk oleh Allah s.w.t! Ianyan akan datang dengan sendirinya dan kamu hendaklah ikhlas apabila melakukan sesuatu itu..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk Renungan semua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISAH BENAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingin bercerita mengenai kisah adik saya, Nur Annisa, seorang gadis yang baru menginjak dewasa tetapi agak kasar dan suka berkelakuan seperti lelaki. Ketika usianya mencecah 17 tahun perkembangan tingkah lakunya benar-benar membimbangkan ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sering membawa teman-teman lelakinya pulang ke rumah. Situasi ini menyebabkan ibu tidak senang tambahan pula ibu merupakan guru al_Quran. Bagi mengelakkan pergaulan yang terlalu bebas, ibu telah meminta adik memakai tudung. Permintaan ibu itu ditolaknya sehingga seringkali berlakupertengkaran-pertengkaran kecil antara mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah pada suatu masa, adik berkata dengan suara yang agak keras, "Cuba mama tengok, jiran-jiran kita pun ada yang anaknya pakai tudung, tapi perangainya sama je macam orang yang tak pakai tudung. Sampai kawan-kawan Annisa kat sekolah, yang pakai tudung pun selalu keluar dating dengan boyfriend diorang, pegang-pegang tangan. Ani ni, walaupun tak pakai tudung, tak pernah buat macam tu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu hanya mampu mengeluh mendengar kata-kata adik. Kadang kala saya terlihat ibu menangis di akhir malam. Dalam qiamullailnya. Terdengar lirik doanya " Ya Allah, kenalkan Annisa dengan hukumMu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada satu hari ada jiran yang baru pindah berhampiran rumah kami. Sebuah keluarga yang mempunyai enam orang anak yang masih kecil. Suaminya bernama Abu khoiri, (nama sebenarnya siapa, tak dapat dipastikan). Saya mengenalinya sewaktu di masjid. Setelah beberapa lama mereka tinggal berhampiran rumah kami, timbul desas-desus mengenai isteri Abu Khoiri yang tidak pernah keluar rumah, hingga ada yang menggelarnya si buta, bisu dan tuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkara ini telah sampai ke pengetahuan adik. Dia bertanya kepada saya, "Abang, betul ke Orang yang baru pindah itu, isterinya buta, bisu dan tuli?" Lalu saya menjawab sambil lewa, "Kalau nak tau sangat, pergi rumah mereka, tanya sendiri". Rupa-rupanya adik mengambil serius kata-kata saya dan benar-benar pergi ke rumah Abu Khoiri. Sekembalinya dari rumah mereka, saya melihat perubahan yang benar-benar mendadak berlaku pada wajah adik. Wajahnya yang tak pernah muram atau lesu menjadi pucat lesi......entah apa yang dah berlaku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, selang dua hari kemudian, dia minta ibu buatkan tudung. Tudung yang labuh. Adik pakai baju labuh...... lengan panjang pula tu...saya sendiri jadi bingung..bingung campur syukur kepada Allah SWT kerana saya melihat perubahan yang ajaib..ya, saya katakana ajaib kerana dia berubah seratus peratus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi anak-anak muda atau teman-teman wanitanya yang datang ke rumah hanya untuk bercakap perkara-perkara yang tidak tentu arah... saya lihat, dia banyak merenung, banyak baca majalah Islam (biasanya dia suka beli majalah hiburan), dan saya lihat ibadahnya pun melebihi saya sendiri..tak ketinggalan tahajudnya, baca Qur'annya, solat sunat nya..dan yang lebih menakjubkan lagi, bila kawan-kawan saya datang, dia menundukkan pandangan..&lt;br /&gt;Segala puji bagi Engkau wahai Allah, jerit hati saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lama kemudian, saya mendapat panggilan untuk bekerja di Kalimantan, kerja di satu perusahaan minyak CALTEX. Dua bulan saya bekerja di sana, saya mendapat khabar bahawa adik sakit tenat hingga ibu memanggil saya pulang ke rumah (rumah saya di Madiun). Dalam perjalanan, saya tak henti-henti berdoa kepada Allah SWT agar adik di beri kesembuhan, hanya itu yang mampu saya usahakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika saya sampai di rumah.. didepan pintu sudah ramai orang..hati berdebar-debar, tak dapat ditahan.....saya berlari masuk ke dalam rumah..saya lihat ibu menangis .. saya segera menghampiri ibu lantas memeluknya........dalam esak tangisnya ibu memberitahu, "Dhi, adik boleh mengucapkan kalimat Syahadah diakhir hidupnya"..air mata ini tak dapat ditahan lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai upacara pengkebumian dan lain-lainnya, saya masuk ke bilik adik. Saya lihat di atas mejanya terletak sebuah diari. Diari yang selalu adik tulis. Diari tempat adik menghabiskan waktunya sebelum tidur semasa hayatnya. Kemudian diari itu saya buka sehelai demi sehelai...hingga sampai pada satu halaman yang menguak misteri dan pertanyaan yang selalu timbul di hati ini... Perubahan yang terjadi ketika adik baru pulang dari rumah Abu khoiri..di&lt;br /&gt;situ tertera soaljawab antara adik dan isteri jiran kami itu. Butirannya seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaljawab (saya lihat di lembaran itu terdapat banyak bekas airmata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : aku hairan,wajah wanita ini cerah dan bersinar seperti bidadari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mak cik.. wajah mak cik sangat muda dan cantik"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Alhamdulillah ..sesungguhnya kecantikan itu datang dari lubuk hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : Tapi mak cik kan dah ada anak enam ..tapi masih kelihatan cantik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Subhanallah..sesungguhnya keindahan itu milik Allah SWT. Dan bila Allah SWT berkehendak..siapakah yang boleh menolaknya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : Mak Cik..selama ini ibu saya selalu menyuruh saya memakai tudung..tapi saya selalu menolak kerana saya rasa tak ada masalah kalau saya tak pakai tudung asalkan saya berkelakuan baik. Saya tengok, banyak wanita yang pakai tudung tapi kelakuannya melebihi&lt;br /&gt;kami yang tak pakai..sampaikan saya tak pernah rasa nak pakai tudung.. pendapat mak cik bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Nnnisa, sesungguhnya Allah SWT menjadikan seluruh tubuh wanita ini perhiasan dari hujung rambut hingga hujung kaki, segala sesuatu dari tubuh kita yang terlihat oleh bukan muhrim kita semuanya akan dipertanggung jawabkan dihadapan Allah SWT&lt;br /&gt;nanti, tudung adalah perlindungan untuk wanita ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : tapi yang saya tengok, banyak wanita bertudung yang kelakuannya tak elok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Tudung hanyalah kain , tapi hakikat atau makna disebalik tudung itu sendiri yang harus kita fahami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : apakah hakikat tudung ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Hakikat tudung adalah perlindungan zahir batin, lindungi mata kamu dari memandang lelaki yang bukan muhram kamu, lindungi lidah kamu dari mengumpat orang dan bercakap perkara yang sia-sia ..sentiasalah lazimi lidah dengan zikir kepada Allah SWT, lindungi telinga kamu dari mendengar perkara yang mengundang mudharat baik untuk dirimu mahupun masyarakat , lindungi hidungmu dari mencium segala yang berbau busuk, lindungi tangan-tangan kamu dari berbuat sesuatu yang tidak senonoh, lindungi kaki kamu dari melangkah menuju maksiat, lindungi fikiran kamu dari berfikir perkara yang mengundang syaitan untuk memperdayai nafsu kamu, lindungi hati kamu dari sesuatu selain Allah SWT, bila kamu sudah biasa, maka tudung yang kamu pakai akan menyinari hati kamu.. itulah hakikat tudung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annisa : Mak cik, sekarang saya sudah jelas tentang erti tudung... mudah mudahan saya mampu pakai tudung. Tapi, macam mana saya nak buat semua tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isteri jiranku : Duhai Nisa, bila kamu memakai tudung, itulah kurniaan dan rahmat yang datang dari Allah SWT yang Maha Pemberi Rahmat , bila kamu mensyukuri rahmat itu, kamu akan diberi kekuatan untuk melaksanakan amalan-amalan 'tudung', hingga mencapai kesempurnaan yang diinginkan Allah SWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhai nisa ..ingatlah akan satu hari di mana seluruh manusia akan dibangkitkan..ketika ditiup sangkakala yang kedua, pada saat roh-roh manusia seperti anai-anai yang bertebaran dan&lt;br /&gt;dikumpulkan dalam satu padang yang tiada batas, yang tanahnya dari logam yang panas, tiada rumput mahupun tumbuhan , ketika tujuh matahari didekatkan di atas kepala&lt;br /&gt;kita namun keadaan gelap gelita, ketika seluruh manusia ketakutan, ketika ibu tidak mempedulikan anaknya , anak tidak mempedulikan ibunya, sanak-saudara tidak kenal&lt;br /&gt;satu sama lain lagi , antara satu sama lain boleh menjadi musuh lantaran satu kebaikan lebih&lt;br /&gt;berharga dari segala sesuatu yang ada di alam ini, ketika manusia berbaris dengan barisan yang panjang dan masing masing hanya mempedulikan nasib dirinya, dan pada saat itu ada&lt;br /&gt;yang berpeluh kerana rasa takut yang luar biasa hingga tenggelam dirinya akibat peluh yang banyak, dan bermacam macam rupa-rupa bentuk manusia yang tergantung amalannya , ada yang melihat ketika hidupnya namun buta ketika dibangkitkan, ada yang berbentuk seperti haiwan, ada yang berbentuk seperti syaitan, semuanya menangis..menangis kerana hari itu Allah SWT murka.. belum pernah Allah SWT murka sebelum dan sesudah hari itu. Hingga ribuan tahun manusia dibiarkan Allah SWT di padang mahsyar yang panas membara hinggalah sampai ke Timbangan Mizan. Hari itulah dipanggil hari Hisab.. Duhai Annisa, bila kita tidak berusaha untuk beramal pada hari ini, entah dengan apa nanti kita akan menjawab bila kita di tanya oleh Yang Maha Perkasa, Yang Maha Besar , Yang Maha Kuat , Yang Maha Agung. . . . Allah SWT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di sini sahaja kisah itu saya baca kerana di sini tulisannya terhenti dan saya lihat banyak titisan airmata yang jatuh dari pelupuk matanya.. Subhanallah. Saya selak halaman berikutnya dan saya lihat tertera tulisan kecil dibawah tulisan itu "buta , tuli dan bisu.. wanita yang tidak pernah melihat lelaki selain muhrimnya , wanita yang tidak pernah mahu mendengar perkara yang dapat mengundang murka Allah SWT , wanita tidak pernah berbicara ghibah dan segala sesuatu yang mengundang dosa dan sia sia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tahan airmata ini pun jatuh. Semoga Allah SWT menerima adikku disisinya..Amin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah ..saya harap cerita ini boleh menjadi iktibar bagi kita semua. Wassalam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111813936120021564?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111813936120021564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111813936120021564&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111813936120021564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111813936120021564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/khas-buat-kita-semua.html' title='Khas Buat Kita Semua...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111806068771982923</id><published>2005-06-06T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:21:53.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Love Got To Do With It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's Love Got To Do With It" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sang By Tina Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You must understand&lt;br /&gt;That the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;Makes my pulse react&lt;br /&gt;That it`s only the thrill&lt;br /&gt;Of boy meeting girl&lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s physical, Only logical&lt;br /&gt;You must try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;That it means more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats love got to do, got to do with it&lt;br /&gt;What`s love but a second hand emotion&lt;br /&gt;What`s love got to do, got to do with it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a heart&lt;br /&gt;When a heart can be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem to you&lt;br /&gt;That i`m acting confused&lt;br /&gt;When you`re close to me&lt;br /&gt;If i tend to look dazed&lt;br /&gt;I`ve read it someplace&lt;br /&gt;I`ve got cause to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There`s a name for it&lt;br /&gt;There`s a phrase that fits&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the reason&lt;br /&gt;You do it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been thinking of a new direction&lt;br /&gt;But i have to say&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been thinking about my own protection&lt;br /&gt;It scares me to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What`s love got to do, got to do with it&lt;br /&gt;What`s love but a sweet old fashioned notion&lt;br /&gt;What`s love got to do, got to do with it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hands up to those who think this song is ace! No! Don't worry all! I'm not broken hearted (yet)! Today while at work I was reading this blog and the songs that she posted was Right Here Waiting from Richard Marx and another song from... iskh! Kita ni eh, still young but memory so teruk!!! Tak ingat pulak! Even the bloggger pun I dah terlupa! Soo sorry!!! Otak kita selalunya cramp with nonsense!!! Ni dapat idea dari dialah! She put 2 of her favourite songs and so I pun sebok-sebok taruk this catchy song! Some may like it some may hate it, but still a good song!!!&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/11941721-111806068771982923?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111806068771982923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111806068771982923&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111806068771982923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111806068771982923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='What&apos;s Love Got To Do With It...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111800827567173260</id><published>2005-06-05T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:53:33.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight My Dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight my Dear! Sleep well and may all your dreams be a sweet one! I love you dearly!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodnite to all my Blogger friends! Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite! (Uhm! Yah okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I switch off, I don't want you all to be gross out by sharing this with you all (jeez! I'm that comfortable with you lot that I am willing to share this with you? Tak senonoh kan? But bear with me! This is me! Like it or leave it... Uhm! Like it please!!!) but I must, I must!! Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this massive pimple popping out from the side of my nose and it hurts!!! Boo! Hoo! It really darn hurt! I feel like taking a needle and just poke it to make it go away but that's not possible coz I do not dare to do it! I bet if James is here, he will jump straight up to the idea, go to the drawer and get a needle. ready to poke it! I'm serious! He will! He's not trying to be nasty but he's my pimple squeeze man!!! Hee! Hee! Tak senonoh kan? Still, I Don't think you all would want to know this but it hurts badly man! I hate it when that happen coz it makes my nose look double the size! Huagh! Huagh! Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you walked down the street and saw a lady senget sebelah (with pimple on the nose), that's me! Beware! The Pimp Nose Lady!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enuf Massy! Get out of here coz no one is interested kan? Sorry ladies and gents! I will be more discreet next time! Yah! Like I'm like that kan???!!!! I am! Honestly I am!!!! Very discreet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnite all! Goodnite! Insya-Allah, esok kita jumpa lagi di alam siber ini okay? Taking care I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111800827567173260?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111800827567173260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111800827567173260&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111800827567173260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111800827567173260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/goodnight-my-dear.html' title='Goodnight My Dear!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111799622432668710</id><published>2005-06-05T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:34:31.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely? Not Yet! Not Yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not a movie critic nor am I an expert in producing or directing movies but… with a big BUT, the movie “Biar Betul” directed by Aziz M Osman was very dissappointing! I love Malay Movies! They are not as brilliant as Hollywood movies or British movies but they are so darn easy to watch! Also, kita mestilah support Malay movies kan? Are they rubbish? No! Movies like Puteri Gunung Ledang or Sepet – they are exceptional… But this movie.. ‘Biar betul’ is a total dissappointment! Actors include Afdlin Shauki (my favourite actor whom I think is a good actor but in this movie – I don’t see any point!), Saiful Apek (sigh! This time, no comment), Wahid (never think he’s good but kira okay jelah), Yassin (my second favourite actor coz I find him amusing but again, in this movie, so-so!), Syannie (hmmmm????) and Linda Onn (why? What for?)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from the back of the VCD, this is what the movie is about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Kisah yang berlaku dalam masa sehari (uhhmm not really) yang berlegar antara perompak dengan mangsanya. Tiga berdaik (lakonan Afdlin, Wahid &amp; Syanie) terjebak dalam dunia rompakan kerana kesempitan hidup. Pada hari yang sama ketika mereka bertiga sedang merancang sebuah rompakan, mereka bertembung dengan seorang pencopet (Yassin) yang dikejar polis kerana mencuri dompet Apek. Bimbang ditangkap, merek bertiga melarikan diri bersama-sama Yassin dan Apek. Bermula dari pelarian itulah, pelbagai insiden menarik dan lucu berlaku…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, tak ada insiden menarik yang berlaku pun dalam any adegan coz most of the time they are in their hiding house and deciding what to do with Yassin &amp;amp; Apek and those 2 guys tried very hard to escape… And, that’s it! Very disappointing! Tak kelakar and tak menarik! This is a disappointing movie for Azziz M Osman but that’s only my opinion kan? You must be wondering, why did she watch this kind of movie in the first place? Donno! thought it could be a good laugh! Makes me feel right back at home - probably that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’ve got 4 other Malay movies to watch, so hope that the rest aren’t as dissappointing as this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James left for Hull today and he won’t be back till Friday! Yes! I will be all by myself this whole week! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Celine Dion sings: All By Myseeeelllfff!!! Don't wanna be! All by myself! Anymore!!!! Aaaahhhh Oooooh!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Apology to my neighbours for that!!! Poor MassyLassy! Sleeping all by herself, makan all by herself, watching tv all by herself for the next 4 days… Waaahhh!!! Huaaaaghhh!! Ku Meraung! Meraung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm composed now!!! I know it’s just 4 days, but, when you’re just so used to having a man by your side (ehemmm!!), by your bed (ehem! ehem!), lying down on the couch with the duvet covering our cold body (ehem! ehem! ehem! and more ehem!) and watch Celebrity Island sama-sama (sad! very sad kan?), you just missed that person so darn badly! You just feel so lonely without that presence! That fart (phewey!), that snoring, that thing he always do that annoy you soo much! You missed that don’t you? I do!!! I do!! Well, I gotta make the best of it! 4 days by myself? Watch anything I want, do anything I want (don’t think senget you all okay?!) without having to check if it’s okay with him… It’s only been 5 hours after he left to Leeds Train Station to Hull and I missed him dearly, terribly!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Dearest blogger(s) friends! Do keep me occupied! Do make me not feel lonely! Don’t make me cry myself to sleep because I miss him soo much!!! Thank you in advance okay??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right! Back to my movies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You happiness is your birthright. It shouldn’t depend on your achieving something. Start by claiming it and using it to make your journey toward self-creation fun all the way and not just fun at the end.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songwriter Fred Knipe wrote a song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“That’s you in your wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;doing the wildest things&lt;br /&gt;no one else can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just love&lt;br /&gt;And keep those dreams&lt;br /&gt;The wildest dreams&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make yourself come true.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111799622432668710?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111799622432668710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111799622432668710&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111799622432668710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111799622432668710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-not-yet-not-yet.html' title='Lonely? Not Yet! Not Yet!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111798588041865220</id><published>2005-06-05T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:17:42.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Your Pleasure Y'All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp; James on His Graduation.. Pakai Naju Kebaya no!!!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Me%20&amp;%20Wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="192" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Me%20%26%20Wife.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, James &amp; Mil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Lovely%20Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="169" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Lovely%20Girls.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Walkers @ Brooks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rest-Boys%20&amp;%20Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rest-Boys%20%26%20Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of us @ Brook's in Brighouse! Smile Jgn tak smile!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rest-Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="169" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rest-Family.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mushroom in A Bag! Hee! hee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rest-Food1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="165" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rest-Food1.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rice with hmmm.. I think scallop...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rest-Food2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="163" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rest-Food2.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BIL wif Fiance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rest-Lucy&amp;And.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="164" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rest-Lucy%26And.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;University of Bradford&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Stage%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="163" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Stage%202.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Itu Dia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Stage%20Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="166" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Stage%20Grad.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ni apasal ambik down under nih? Tak senonoh kan?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Watz%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Watz%20up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;James &amp; the Girls... Nampak macam nervous jer!?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="169" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Threesome.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the graduants! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/The%20Gangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/The%20Gangs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought that maybe I could share some pictures with y'all! This was taken 2 years ago on James graduation day at University of Bradford! It was a brilliant day that day and I enjoyed myself tremendously! My friend R was with me, so, at least I wasn't lonely kan?!! Anyway, more pixs coming and at the mean time, enjoy darlings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111798588041865220?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111798588041865220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111798588041865220&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111798588041865220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111798588041865220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-for-your-pleasure-yall.html' title='Just for Your Pleasure Y&apos;All!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111779495346116692</id><published>2005-06-03T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:51:48.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First and foremost, I would like to thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kakteh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kak Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; ... I feel that she's the first person ever that got me hooked on blogging! Me and Kak Teh are strangers, no family relation, no friend relation, no relation at all! 2 complete strangers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it all began with the Siti Nurhaliza concert in Royal Albert Hall and I was looking forward to the experience of seeing her singing live for the very first time! I was ecstatic! Of course, my hubby turn down my invitation to go with me to the concert and none of my Brit friends were interested as they were more into Coldplay, Embrace, Oasis… that sort of music… So poor MassyLassy got to travel all the way from West Yorkshire to London by herself… Yes, poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it gave me the time to be by myself and explore London at my own pace, so it doesn’t bother me at all! I’m just exultant to be able to go to her concert! I met few people outside the Royal Albert Hall just as I arrived… Biasalah! Me as being peramah, decided to talk to some of the people that was hanging about outside RAH. Met few Malaysians but quite disappointed that I was unable to meet any Singaporeans there though! Well, does it really matter? Not a bit though! Still, life goes on kan? Took some pictures for kenangan with all the people that I met! So, while I was hanging around with my new found ‘acquaintances’, I saw a sophisticated, chic lady walked passed us with a cameraman behind her and another guy beside him (if my memory didn’t fail me, agaknyalah ada orang sebelah dia!). I saw her and smile and she smiled back (not knowing that that was Kak Teh). In my mind I was thinking, “If only I knew that lady! Then maybe bolehlah kita sebok-sebok membontot dia to get Siti signature and ambik gambarkan?! Lucky woman she is!!” And the second time I saw Kak Teh was at the STALL seats in RAH which was very near to the stage (and that made me feel giddy of excitement) but I don’t think she notice me coz the hall was dark…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So untuk pendekkan cerita yang taklah panjang sangat ini, a day after the concert, I search the website for any pictures from the concert and a full list appears and first sekali yang I notice was Kak Teh Choc A Blog…and I clicked on it… Vwah-Lah! Kak Teh’s Blog appear with full cover story of Siti’s concert and interview… I was impressed though! Dapat peluk-peluk lagi dia dengan Cik Siti kita you! Jelos kita! And dari situlah I get to know all her kronies and me being a bit of a nosy person, bukak lah blogspot(s) mereka-mereka itu! That’s where I get to know, Kak Atenah, AuntyN, Susan, Shidah, Lady Jade, Nazrah and many, many, many more fine-looking bloggers! I felt like an adopted child that’s been welcome with open arms and with much love into a big family of Bloggers… The Bloggers family! Jadiq, terbukalah hati ini untuk have my own blog and to share it with all the magnificent people! Sharing is caring kan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t write as eloquently as Kak Teh or Susan or Nazrah or Nour or Anedra or most of the bloggers that I know (banyak sangat nak mention – kira semualah!), or use the perfect words, or just the right sentences or use all the words that you can find in the dictionary, but I can and able to express myself &amp; tell my chronicle in an unpretentious, uncomplicated way I know how &amp;amp; as long as I am given the chance to ‘entertain’ people with my simplicity, with my dry humour, gobbledygook writing, with my not so out of the ordinary life and able to catch the fancy of other bloggers and for them to temporarily halt whatever that they are doing for that 5 minutes and read what’s written in my blog, then I am contented! Not only am I pleased but am privileged to know such brilliant people, such exquisite people, to know such unbiased people in this Blogger world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all these, I must thank Kak Teh for being the first blog to be part of my life followed by all the Bloggers that took the time to read my blog and even comment on it! My heart goes out to all of you divine people! Never would I imagine in my life that I would be acquainted with such virtuoso, distinguished individuals! Once more I have got to stretch out that I am priviledged (berapa bayak priviledged dah!) to know each and everyone of you and Insya-Allah, kalau Di-Izinkan TUHAN, may one day we all (semua tau! bukan satu dua jer!) are able to get together in the same room bertentang mata no!!! (Impossible? Never say never!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I think it’s appropriate for me to say, “Gua Cayang Sama You All!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111779495346116692?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111779495346116692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111779495346116692&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111779495346116692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111779495346116692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-all.html' title='Thank you All...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111762474730631768</id><published>2005-06-01T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:59:14.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday at work, I was concentrating hard cutting up some samples when out of nowhere, my boss keluar from the lab and this is what he says, "How you doing sexy?".... Apa??? Cuba ulang sekali lagi that sentences? Kita kurang dengarlah! nasib baik tak terpotong jari-jemariku yang lembut lagi sutera! Berdiri Bulu Roma ku you!!! Ha! Macam kena shock waves!! What was my response? "Uhmmm, doing okay!!!" Dah buang tebiat ker orang tua ni???? Iskh! How should I react?? I know it's no biggie, but it's not normal for him to say that!!!! And another one, kita kan dok tengah dengar lagu Celine Dion sambil bekerja, and bila dia approach lagi dia kata, "Mas, You are the reason I wake up each morning..." Hah? Terduduk kita sekejap you!!!! Sekejap! Nak go to toilet! Nak muntah sikit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nak respon macam manakan? Kita gelak ajerlah and say, "Ha! Ha!" Ialah tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hai! Kalau dia hansem takpelah! Kira flirting kat kita - okay thank you, tapi my boss ni kan can be considered as my BAPAK you!!! Tak boleh! Tak Boleh!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C'mon girl!! It's only a joke kan??? Huagh! Huagh! Huagh!!!! Tak kuasa aku!!! Kalau kita ni jambu macam jambu batu takper lah! Macam durian adalah!!! Eh! Jambu batu? Kira tak sesuai kan? Bunga Rose ker... Ker! Ker! Ker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing to make out of this is there???? Kira terperanjat katak lah sekejap kan???!!!!!! ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Told my hubby when I got back home and dia punya reply, "He has the hots for you! Ha! Ha! {Last sentence memang sensored! Sorry Ha!!!} (jokingly of course!)." Thanks very much darling!!!! Tak sesuai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111762474730631768?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111762474730631768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111762474730631768&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111762474730631768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111762474730631768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='????'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111754244458168614</id><published>2005-05-31T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T13:27:24.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibu Itu BidadariKu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am but to share these with all the wonderful mothers in the Bloggers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seorang bayi bersiap-siap untuk  dilahirkan ke dunia.  Dia berkata pada dirinya sendiri:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Para malaikat mengatakan bahawa esok aku akan dikirimkan ke dunia, tetapi bagaimana aku boleh hidup di sana?  Aku begitu kecil dan lemah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiba-tiba terdengar suatu suara:  "Jangan bimbang. Aku telah memilih seorang bidadari untukmu.  Dia akan menjaga dan mengasihi kamu di sana."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bagaimanapun, bayi itu berasa bimbang dan takut untuk menghadapi dunia yang amat asing baginya. "Di sini -syurga- apa yang aku lakukan hanyalah menyanyi dan ketawa sepanjang hari.  Ini sudah cukup bagi aku untuk berasa bahagia," kata bayi itu dalam nada yang cukup sedih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jangan kamu bimbang.  Bidadarimu akan menyanyi, sentiasa tersenyum dan menjagamu sepanjang masa.  Dan kamu akan merasakan kehangatan cintanya. Dengan semua itu kamu akan lebih bahagia daripada di sini." Terdengar sekali lagi suara tadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tapi bagaimana aku akan mengerti apa yang dibicarakan oleh bidadariku jika aku tidak memahami bahasanya?" tanya bayi itu separuh merintih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bidadarimu akan berbicara kepadamu menggunakan bahasa lembut yang paling indah pernah kamu dengar.  Dan dengan penuh kesabaran dan perhatian, dia akan mengajarkan kamu cara berbicara," berkata suara itu lagi. Bayi itu masih tidak puas hati, dia terus juga bertanya:  "Aku mendengar bahawa di dunia banyak orang jahat.  Siapa yang akan melindungi aku?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bidadarimu akan memberikan perlindungan dengan sepenuh jiwa raganya," balas suara itu. "Tetapi, aku pasti akan berasa sedih kerana meninggalkan tempat yang begini indah," rintih bayi itu lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bidadarimu akan menceritakan kepadamu segala-galanya.  Dia akan mengajar kamu segala ilmu yang ada.  Jangan bimbang kerana bidadarimu sanggup mengorbankan segalanya untukmu.  Padanya, kamu adalah segala-galanya! Di saat itu suasana menjadi begitu tenang dan perlahan-lahan bayi itu bertanya lagi:  "Jika aku harus pergi sekarang, bolehkah diberitahu siapakah bidadari itu?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Kamu akan memanggil bidadari itu *IBU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ingatlah!  Curahkan sepenuh kasih sayang kepada ibumu, berdoalah untuknya dan cintailah dia sepanjang hayat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibu*adalah bidadari dirumahmu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kepada Ibuku, Engkaulah jiwa dan ragaku! Tanpamu disisi, ku kan kesepian...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111754244458168614?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111754244458168614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111754244458168614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111754244458168614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111754244458168614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/ibu-itu-bidadariku.html' title='Ibu Itu BidadariKu...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111746835494807120</id><published>2005-05-30T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:02:20.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First and foremost, I would like to apologise to all for the change of my name from Mz Bizwack to MassyLassy... I'm soo fickle minded aren't I and I do apologise though!! That will be the only changes! Thank you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Darlin tengok aper tu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="174" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20003.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a gorgeous Sunday yesterday… The sun was out, the birds were flying gaily, merrily, insects were out annoying us all – buzzing and whooshing and attacking our faces causing us to protect our faces by flapping it away with our hands… What frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite all that flapping and whacking those poor insects (very merciless kan?), we had a superb time at the Barbeque! Went over to our mate house at Bailiff Bridge with our meat, poultry &amp; sausages (Halal chicken sausages, meat &amp;amp; poultry of course and not to mention how kind they were not to barbeque any pork sausages/pork chop for me knowing that me and hubby are Muslims but alcohol, they can have it all if they want to!) for a Barbeque in his back garden… Well, it’s not much of a garden anyway… There’s a shed, weeds, more weeds and a sofa (which he kept in the shed) for us all to sit down and enjoy the day… We bought 2 of the instant BBQ from TESCO which lasted for about 3 hours for both (1½hr each). I’ve never seen us all pig out like we did yesterday! Well, we just don’t want to waste any food (as I bought too much as there’s only about 8 of us) so we decided to finish up as much as possible! How gluttonous are we eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wewere the first to arrive at about 6pm which was fine coz the instant BBQ was about ready… Funny thing was, once the smoke started to rise, the neighbours from his left and right didn’t really appreciate it and close their windows… I felt guilty for a minute but then, what the heck! It is a barbeque isn’t it? Probably they were wound up coz they weren’t invited? Yah that must be it! So, food was starting to cook and other mates started arriving… Drinks all around and one of our mates, you can tell he’s already pissed as fart! Thing is yah, for this guy, M, after 3 pints of beer, he’s off to the moon! He’s in his own world! You can not understand a single word that’s coming out of his mouth! It’s all jibber jabber and you can hear his girlfriend telling him off; telling him to behave or pull up your pants M, don’t do that M! Sit properly M! I mean, sometimes she treat him like a child! She’s a great lass and I’m not denying that but she can be a bit OTT sometimes. I wish she could just leave him alone and just treat him like a man! So what if he doesn’t sit properly, or hold the cup properly, or took a bun for himself coz no one ask him to take it for them… I mean poor lad…. So, that’s them two… Me and hubby, well, we’re cool… We can behave… we don’t get in each others hair when we’re out with friends… We just be the sensible ones among them… Hwah! Hwah! Hwah!!! Anyway, after few hours and few drinks from them lot, all were ditzy and smashed! L gave me the finger when she and my brother-in-law were snogging and I told them to get a room which I find it uncalled for but considering how pissed as fart she was, I forgave her... (Damn woman!!! Why I oughta! Let me have her! Let me have her!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such good laughs (we always do when we get together for BBQ or dinner or any get togetherness)! Everyone (only those that were pissed) acting silly and being silly but no one passed out though! We had certain uninvited ‘guests’ from the neighbour (2 houses down) singing along to the music that were playing… We couldn’t tell who they were but they kept howling Hellos and “turn that music off and give us Backstreet Boys” &amp; I noticed they were hiding behind a tree and were only about 10-12 years of age! We replied hellos back and Darlin told me not to encourage them! They might want to join the PARTAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was started to get bored and felt bit chilly, so I decided to masuk in the house and watched Castaway… It was almost half nine when all decided to come in and L insists that we watched Big Brother which me and G pretended that we didn’t hear her (which was cruel of us) but in the end we gave in… We all sat down and watched big brother despite to her displeasure as we kept talking loudly and she just can’t hear the telly! Huagh! Huagh! Huagh! I’m not a spiteful person! I just don’t like to watch Big Brother that’s all and I do like L, she’s nice despite this and that… Won’t go any further… Not going into that!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night ends when Big Brother end. Darling &amp;amp; I shared a cab with G and once we got home, watched a bit of Celebrity Love Island, and went to sleep… It had been a long day and an action-packed day too!! Enjoyed it tremendously! Oooh! Did I point out also that I was the Chef and a Damn good one too (yah! Right!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures for your pleasure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;BIL driving to Matey house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="187" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20001.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here comes the meat!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="201" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20005.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the lads (notice the couch? Loads of stains there! Tak berani nak duduk!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 233px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="175" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20006.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assistant Chef posing (he's our host)... Concentrate pls!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="177" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20007.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't run boy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="166" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20008.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Makan! jangan tak makan M!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhmmm...She seems to be enjoying her food&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="173" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20010.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smoke! Smoke! Assistant Chef &amp; 2nd Assistant Chef&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Sunday%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="166" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Sunday%20011.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111746835494807120?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111746835494807120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111746835494807120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111746835494807120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111746835494807120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111722878345051348</id><published>2005-05-27T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:12:44.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnum oooh Magnum!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Friday%20Today%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Friday%20Today%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the Beginning, there's just you and me but in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Habis Dah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Friday%20Today%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Friday%20Today%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just left me and the stick....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sambil type, kita dengar lagu Alleycats - Gerimis Senja... Gerek Babe!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hai... aiskrim, aiskirm... Kenapalah engkau ni irresistable sangat? Tahan, punya tahan lama-lama tak boleh tahan! Nak jugak aiskrim ni!!! Lepas dah makan... Huaaaghhhh!!! Apa orang puteh kata, "Nice on the lips, forever on the hips?" Ke hapa bendalah tu! Ialah tu kan???!!! Kira, betul you!!! 4ever on the hips... Ala! Sekali je! Kira takpe kan???? The funny thing is, today, me went to Woolworth &amp; get myself a skipping rope! Kwah! Kwah! Kwah!!!! See, I do too do good thing after eating bad thing... (Paham enggak?) Lepas makan Magnum, kasi dia digest dulu dalam beberapa minit (make it 20 minutes), lepas tu skipping for 10 minutes... ooooi!!! Udah lama tak skipping, semua bergegar you!!! First 3 minutes dah tak boleh tahan (how unhealthy am I?) after that, continue for the next 7 minutes... Mampoi!!! Dulu-dulu skipping sampai 20 minutes kira no problem, tapi sekarang, feel like all my wobbles gonna just drop down!!! Me not that old, late 20s je but feel like 50 years!!! Feel ashame when I see those women who are 30+ and above look fo fit and slim jim and gorgeous! Walaupun sudah ada anak sekeliling pinggang, tapi pinggangnya masih fulamak!!!! Mantap! Mantap!!! Tak sangka no!!! My skipping rope cost me 2.99 and it's for age 3+ above (huah! Huah! huah!). Not able to find a skipping road... sorry, skipping rope for adults, so budak punya pun jadiq lah asalkan skipping rope no??!!!! Colour of the rope, very the bright - Green and pink... Picture kat bawah bole tengok.... Very cool colours and I like.... Determination babe! Hei! We gotta start somehwere right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susah betul nak turunkan berat badan yang makin lama making naik... Sebenor-benornya, taklah susahkan? Just watch what you eat and exercise... Susah no, no susah! Tapi semenjak-menjak tinggal kat sinikan, makin malas gituk nak exercise.... Bab makan... Potatoes, potata, be it mashed, fried, baked etc, etc... Always potatoes! Thing is, I love potatoes!!! No matter what's been said, I still want my potatoes! Can never get enough! I especially love those fat chips that you can get from the Fish &amp;amp; Chip shop... Fat Butty - Chips Butty!!! Tak pernah-pernah, ha! Sekali try, mak!!!! Nak lagi!!!! It's like Fries Sandwich.... Weird right???? But no vinegar for me please!!! Yuck! Can't stand have chips with vinegar!!! It's foul!!! It's disgusting!!!! And no salt of course (make no difference darlin)!!! I can just have mashed potatoes on its own, especially when it's mixed with chopped spring onions and Dijon Mustard... hmmmm delicious babes!!!! By the way, I passed my driving Theory test (it's just the beginning for me!) and next, Practical!!! Yes, I'm old and yet still learning how to drive... Kesiankan??? Why didn't drive when I was 17/18/19/20 and so on??? Too expensive, especially in Singapore!!! Way too damn mahal! Can't afford you!!! Anyway, in Singapore, public transport soo very convenient, tak payah naik kereta... Also, save the environment!!! I am very sensible you know???!!! Kee! Kee!!!! Now, tengah dengar lagu Cahaya Keinsafan.... Nak menitis air mataku..... please forgive me if I keep on rambling on and on about anything and everything okay!!! Soo many things want to say, so little time and space and whatsoever you.... Today is the beginning of a long weekend for all the Brits... Monday is Bank Holiday... So we have Monday off from work.. What's me plan? Tomoro, must.. I mean &lt;em&gt;MUST&lt;/em&gt; paint the living room walls, then tidy up the garden.... Sigh! No point me typing it here coz gerenti mesti tak buat punya!!! Yah! Maybe we'll be going to TRADEX. I think it's like Wal-Mart in US where they sell everything and anything in that store (I think that's what they have in Wal-Mart. Correct me if I'm wrong thank you please!)... only thing is, you got to sign up and pay a 3 pound membership that will last you a lifetime (I think)... And you'll get all these cheapo/affordable stuff but yet ada quality... Kita tengok berapa banyak dia punya quality eh??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Sunday, darlin kata we're invited to our friend's house for a barbeque (if the weather permits), so, nampaknya I must cook my special fried rice and nasi lemak... Ialah, diaorang kan tak pernah makan nasi lomak, jadi kita lemakkan badan-badan mereka dengan nasi lemak... Masak rendang ayam pon sodap kan??? I'm like that... Setiap kali kalau ada barbeque, I will definetely make a fuss... Masak this and that... I love to entertain and I love to feed people!!! So, kalau ada yang tinggal kat UK either in West Yorkshire or Midlands or London ker, sudi ingin dateng ke rumah kita, you all gerenti tak akan balik kelaparan!!! Gerenti tak boleh bangun dari kerusi ku yang tak berapa empuk but lepas makan, gerenti you might think the kerusi ada cushion.. Very soft.. (iskh! Apa kebenda aku cakap ni??) Anyway, I would really like to meet any bloggers yang ada di UK ini... Yang sudi nak jumpa kita, janganlah malu-malu.... Kita kat sini budak baru, tak tau anybody here and tinggal pun tempat tak ramai orang kita no.. Jadi, kasihanilah ku dan sudilah sesiapa yang nak buat temu janji dengan kita, dengan tangan terbuka sudi berjumpa! Iskh! Kita ni macam tak tau malu gituk eh??! Jangan Mare!!!! Tapi betul... Kita ikhlas! Ingin sekali mengeratkan silaturahim.... Kalau takde pun takpelah... (Kira sedih lah gituq... Menangis terisak-isak tak boleh stop....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and darlin - really sad!!! I mean bukan sad sedih, but pathetic (?)! We actually, I mean every night looking forward to watching Celebrity Love Island... If anyone of u don't noe, it is a reality programme where they dump 12 celebrities (so call celebrities) in an island in gorgeous Fiji and the idea is for them to find true love and fall in love with each other and leave with....??? I'm not really sure what the prize but it's really piss funny!!! Well, not really funny but entertaining! I know!!! sad kan??? And today, is the beginning of Big Brother!!! Ooohhh Nooooooo!!!! Weird but have anyone of you ever noe anyone who claim that they are a contemporary Muslim? Okay, there 's this guy, whom is the last contestant to enter Big Brother right and his name is Kamel or something whom is from Turkey, studying in Liverpool and claim himself to be a contemporary Muslim... Eats pork and drink his occasional drinks.... I'm not here to judge but... what the heck is a contemporary Muslim???? He did mention that if he eats pork and if other Muslims condemn him for doing what he did (those who watch it correct me if I'm wrong), then he shouldn't be in that religion... Controversi babe!!!! He's a bit of a puff (no offence to other puffters) anyway and he says he's a diva... Hhmmmn???? Huh??? APa itu??? Diva apa??? His entrance was bit, can I say obstentatious/showy/OTT - over the hello top!!!? I say old chap, He was wearing a red sari... This is going to be a @#$%^&amp;&amp;amp; Big Brother!!! I notice too that most of the "ladies" in big brother has/have huge knockers... For those who don't know knockers, mountains, 2 oranges, 2 melons.... get my drift.... I mean they are HUAAAAGGGEEEE..... My brother-in-law fiance is hooked on Big Brother!!! A week before the start of Big Brother, she was telling everyone that no one is to dirupt her at home and no one is to get in the way with her and the telly coz she's gonna be glued to the telly with Big Brother... Obsess you tell me? I say yes.... Too strong word???? You decide.... Okay, I want to discuss about Fake Tan and Too Much Tan &amp; Skin Cancer.... But I think I will start tomoro.... Was watchin Tonight With Trevor McDonald on ITV and was dumbfounded by how young girls from the age of 12-15 (under 18 girls) will go to the Tanning studio just so they can look bronze/tan all year round... no, make it all day, all week long and have no clue of the consequences... Kita bersyukur yang kulit kita natural tan... Tak payah nak mencoklatkan or membronzekan lagi kulit kita yang a-la Natural!!! Anyone wants to start on this topic can go ahead! You have my blessing.... Iskh! Perasaan kan??? Tak sesuai!!! Good nite all, and good nite to you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My New Skipping Rope.. Sorry about the feet... Tak lawa langsung!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Friday%20Today%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="167" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Friday%20Today%20004.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got a feeling that in the end, this lollipop Skipping rope is gonna end up under the bed or MIA (missing in action)... Biasalah tu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111722878345051348?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111722878345051348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111722878345051348&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111722878345051348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111722878345051348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/magnum-oooh-magnum.html' title='Magnum oooh Magnum!!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111714250655506389</id><published>2005-05-26T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:26:39.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Julius, the late Family Cat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Julius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="165" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Julius.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, no idea at all!!! Been buzzing around like a bee in the office! Very tired now! It's 10pm, and I think it's best if I go to bed right now! Tomoro, will blog better!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111714250655506389?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111714250655506389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111714250655506389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111714250655506389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111714250655506389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/julius-late-family-cat-today-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111705333233696370</id><published>2005-05-25T21:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:49:07.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selama-Lamanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Girls that I love soo Much! And Miss them soo much!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Rose_Rumi_Linda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" height="176" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Rose_Rumi_Linda2.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I honestly wish that my very best friend in the world, R is here with me and not 8,000 miles away… Far, far away in Singapore! My confidant, my sidekick, my so call sister, my shoulder to cry on whenever I needed her, my psychiatric therapist whenever I have a relationship or family problems, my movie buddy, my makan (that’s eat in Malay Language) buddy, always there whenever I needed her and vice versa of course! She’s the greatest comrade a lass can have in her existence! A good listener always! She’s a darling! She and I, we’re alike in most ways. In school, other students always thought that we’re sisters. Well we always thought ourselves as sisters anyway! In school, we have the same hair cut, height’s the same, we weigh almost the same – physically we are like peas in a pod. The difference is she’s the silence sort and I’m the vociferous kind! Despite that tiny dissimilarity, we get along soooo well!!! We weren’t that close when we were in Secondary 1 &amp; 2. Only when we were in Secondary 3 did we become bosom buddies! She’s an angel that’s for sure! And from there we stuck like glue! Never let go!!! She’s a remarkable woman! Patience, understanding, taking in all my crap when I’m feeling crappy, enduring all my idiocy, my non stop chattering (I’m a huge chatterbox)… I can go into raptures day after day after day about what a magnificent lass / acquaintance / friend / stranger / mate she is to me! How she have an effect on my life! I don’t know what I do without her! Somehow, I can tell her anything! There are no secrets between us! In a way, you can just tell R whatever thing that you need to let out and you know that she will only keep it to herself! She can keep your secret as safe as keeping it in a safe box and throw the key away… She won’t be disloyal to you coz she’s not that sort. There are actually 2 other girls that I consider my best friend but I'm closest more to R than the others... Ro is more like a younger sister that I never had but always wanted... Something like that! (R if you're reading this, I love you Babe!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, why can’t I do the same with my sister? My real sister! We were (are/stil)l close before I berhijrah to the UK! Now I talk less and less to my sis but more and more with my parents…. I wasn’t close with my parents, but like they say distance make the heart grow fonder! Especially my dad! In my life, me and dad are like strangers… Yes we do talk but it always end up with argument… Now, from time to time he rang me despite the time difference! It will be 1am there and 6pm here, but still his voice sounds vibrant, elated… He always makes this funny voices whenever I answer the phone! It’s piss funny at times! Sigh!! I miss my dad too!!!! And mak!!! Gerenti will keep me up to date with the tittle-tattle / scandal that’s going around in her extended family!!! Latest news, my aunt &amp;amp; uncle apartment is about to be reposes by the bank…. Of course, details only available between me &amp; mak jelah! Alamak! Telajak pulak! Supposedly talking about R now terbabas my parents pulak….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so R is getting married next year and I am thrilled for her! It’s about time girl!! Hee! Hee!! She was there for me when I got married now it’s my turn to be there for her!!! The wedding ceremony will be glamorous darling!!! She did tell me in details but once confirm, then will I release all the information. I know it’s next year but I am just excited tak terhingga!!! I just can’t wait for that day to come where not only will I be able to meet R but also get together with the rest of the AES gang! Counting down the days! Not to forget her Hen night! Me and L has already discuss what we gonna do and definitely it’s got to be like a week before her wedding which…. I think is going to be a big boo boo / predicament for me! Thing is I have only like 14 days annual leave and 14 days Christmas leave (where the company close for 2 whole weeks till new year!)… Okay, still have time… Next Year August, so plenty of time for me to get into action… Make a deal with the devils… sorry, I meant the bosses!!! They aren’t really the devil **cough**… Another thing, mak, ayah, Ely, &amp;amp; Harith maybe even sis &amp; abang might be holidaying in the UK next June, which means gotta use that 1 week leave, then save another week for R wedding….. Unless…. Dilemma… How? Anyone can help sort me out? I do want my family to come over and take them rounding UK but at the same time, I want to be with R on her wedding day… Maybe I’ll ask my family to visit in December so that they can feel the coldness, the snow etc, etc… Ialah, tak pernah set eyes on the real snow and experience the coldness, so it will be a great experience for them kan??? Kan??? I know that it still a long way to go, but knowing me, I just can’t help but to plan early!!! As early as possible… Thing is kekadang plan punya plan pun, doesn’t mean it always go according to plan kan?? Plan, plan, plan!!! Okay, any suggestions please feel free! Thank you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Front Gate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/50/Front%20Gate%20Buk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 187px" height="168" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Front%20Gate%20Buk.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111705333233696370?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111705333233696370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111705333233696370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111705333233696370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111705333233696370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/selama-lamanya.html' title='Selama-Lamanya'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111701870310125698</id><published>2005-05-25T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:10:06.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagi Yang Indah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmnnn... Akan ku cuba untuk post some pictures in my blog! Try punya try asyik gagal jer! Better try kat rumah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111701870310125698?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111701870310125698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111701870310125698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111701870310125698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111701870310125698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/pagi-yang-indah.html' title='Pagi Yang Indah'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111696573207469939</id><published>2005-05-24T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:07:08.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Mums (and they are sisters)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Article taken from the Sun Newspaper (UK) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Headline reads: - "You've seen The Kids Now Meet The Grandmother..." by John Askill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"The moaning mum of Williams sisters Jemma, Jade and Natasha last night insisted their school was to blame for them getting pregnant at 12, 14, and 16." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the news that shock the nation... And it continues - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Grandma Julie, 38, said teachers had failed her girls by not explaining about the perils of sex early enough. Twice-divorced Julie added: "People are saying I'm a bad mum for letting this happen but I blame the schools - sex education for young girls should be better. I do feels responsible because they're my children. But I do think sex education should be started earlier. Times have changed since I was young. Girls are becoming sexually active in teir early teens. They don't realise how hard bringing up a child is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julie, who had her first child at 20, said she was stunned when she learned Jemma was expecting at 12. She added, "I was so shocked. She didn't tell me for seven months because she thought I'd hit the roof. I only found out when I took her to buy a new bra and as she was being measured I saw her huge bump." Just weeks later she discovered Jade, then aged 14, and 16 year-old Natasha were also expecting. Natasha had previously had two miscarriages and an abortion. Julie said, "It still doesn't seem possible. They are still little girls and now they have babies of their own. "But I don't care what people say. I love my kids and I'm here to help them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julie also insisted the 600 pound a week she and the girls get in benefits is not nearly enough to care for the tots. She said, "It's a real struggle to survive on what we get. The average shopping bill is about 90 pound a week and then there's all the extra stuff like toys, nappies and medicine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sisters get nothing from the father of their babies - relying on a string of state handouts instead. Julie gets 250 pound a week, made up of 57 pound in income support, 51 pound in family allowance and the rest in tax credits. Natasha who is now 18, gets 120 pound a week in family tax credits. Neither of her sisters receives anything directly. But no one in the family pays rent or council tax and they receive free nursery care - taking their total benefits to more than 31,000 pound a year." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna stop there now.... Apparently, 2 of the teenage girls ex boyfriend doesn't want to have anything to do with their kids and they are guttted but the elder sister, Natasha is still with her boyfriend who she describes as a 38 year old gambler.... Those who live in the UK might have seen the front page of most of the newspapers last 2 days about these 3 tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;nage girls (well, one is only 12, so you can't really call her a teenager can you?) and their mum... I almost fell from my seat when I read it in the Metro Paper and the Sun... What's happening to all the girls nowadays? What's the rush in having sex? Or is this just a craze in the Western world??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You tell me coz I don't understand what is to become of the girls/teenagers in this modern world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111696573207469939?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111696573207469939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111696573207469939&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111696573207469939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111696573207469939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/teenage-mums-and-they-are-sisters.html' title='Teenage Mums (and they are sisters)'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111688179321788454</id><published>2005-05-23T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:26:44.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just Another Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/640/Mini%20Orchid%20From%20James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; WIDTH: 208px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid; HEIGHT: 268px" height="342" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/400/Mini%20Orchid%20From%20James.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mini Orchid Taken by Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, it's a bit blur and I apologise... The Mini Orchid from Darlin is gorgeous!!! I just love orchids soo much!!! This is the second orchid given from Darlin... First Orchid that he ever bought for me was for Valentine's Day last year and it lasted for 3 months... This time, I hope it will last longer... 3 Buds about to bloom giving a total of 6 mini orchids in that small vase... The Anniversary comes and go.. This time I make him to promise me that on our 5th Anniversary, he will cook me a full 3 course meal and to impregnate me! Ha! Ha! Sound weird/daft but for a man who's afraid to have children and the idea of taking care of a child frightens the life out of him, it's actually a good bargain... Can I call it bargain? Having a child - you cannot bargain can you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to have a child of my own... Age now is 27 (September), he only 26... Did we get married too young? 3 years we've been married and the thought of having a child still frightens him... Me, I love children! I want 4 of them - 2 boys and 2 girls! Ha! 4! Just the mention of one child, he's already running for his life, imagine if I say I want  4, he'll just go poof!!! Gone, MIA! When I told Mak that I want 4 she says "Jangan nak mengarut, satu entah bole handle entah tidak, berangan nak ada empat. Satu dulu, bila you think okay, then step by step! Pelan pelan kayuh! Jangan gopoh-gapah! Besarkan anak ni tak boleh main-main tau tak?" Hee! Hee! Mak and her sensible advice. I miss mak and her advice! She cracks me up sometimes! Another excuse/justification/raison d'être that Darlin will present to me, " We are not financially secure yet, So, we have to wait." When will we ever be financially secure? Anyone can tell me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a husband he's passionate at times, understanding more often than not, lovable uncompromisingly (he does try his best), patience every now and then &amp; he doesn't strike a punch when he's fuming/irritated at me... But one thing that he's lack, is the love for children. I assume the feeling will come naturally when we have a child of our own, the sentiment of trepidation will perish! When he was with my niece &amp; nephew, he got along with them pretty well. They take pleasure in his company (despite constantly being bashed in the head with a pillow from my niece) and they just adore him! He was bit on edge at first, bit awkward he says, jsut don't know what to do, but after a while he loosen up. He play rounders with them, buy them toys, took them shopping and I swear I think he was actually having a good time! I guess I just have to pray and have an understading of his feelings and be open-minded about it... Kalau ada rezeki tak ke mana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thing is, every time I call home, the million dollar question that mak always ask me is, " Macam mana? Dah mengandung ke belum? Are you and your hubby okay? Tak go check up ker in case ada something ker?"... Reply wil be, "Belum ada rezeki lagi mak! Insya-Allah! Kalau ada rezeki, adalah!" and mak reply lagi,"Takper lah, bila mak mengandung dengan kakak kau dulu pun, umur mak 29 tahun, so, kira takper lah! Folo my foot step! Cuba, jangan tak cuba okay??!!" Ye mak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, when we want something so bad, it never come about, but when we're not expecting it, it transpire.. Make sense? It does to me... I guess, I just have to stay positive and pray that one day Allah s.w.t will trust us with His gift and know that we will take good care of His gift if he let us.... Insya-Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111688179321788454?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111688179321788454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111688179321788454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111688179321788454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111688179321788454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-just-another-day.html' title='It&apos;s just Another Day...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111649423164665342</id><published>2005-05-19T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:03:53.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pheeeeewwww!!!! &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day today!!!! At last I can sit down on my not so comfy chair and have a cuppa.... What a day!!! Soooo many samples came in today and loads of testing need to be done!! Reports, testing, cutting up!!!! Well, it's better than bugger all ain't it??? But I'm glad that we have work coming in, keep the employees busy and on their feet all the time instead of sitting on the comfy chair reading the newpaper and chit chatting with me!!! Hee! Hee! Not that I mind their company, but it doesn't look really good when the boss keep walking up and down the office with that look in their face!!! But, the bosses aren't that bad! Compared to working in Singapore, I have to say employment here has been really exceptional! They treat me good, treat me with respect, acknowledge my hard work, include me in discussions etc.... I mean, it has been superb!! I actually enjoy working in this company despite sometimes I do whinge to my husband how horrible work can be every now and then! Well sometimes, not all the time okay!!! There's a difference! Still, all in all, work is good..... Anyway, time for me to hit the road! Gonna walk home, really need that exercise badly!!!!! And if my very good friend 'Cempaka' is reading this, don't worry I will e-mail you my wise advice! Ialah tu!!! Wise ke hapak!!! Kira over ada jugaklah sometimes kan Cempaka????? Anyway girl! You jaga diri baik-baik noi!!!! Nanti akak reply ASAP okay????!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nak Warm up first before my 4 miles walk!!!! Hughgghh! Haaaaghhh!!! Huagggghhh!!!! Mengantuk pulak kita you!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111649423164665342?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111649423164665342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111649423164665342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111649423164665342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111649423164665342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/thursday-day.html' title='Thursday Day....'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111642737744173481</id><published>2005-05-18T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:42:57.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is funny... My Colleague who is mind you only 23 years of age would like to enhance her boobies from a C cup to a D or DD cup(s)???!!!! Huh??? I ask her why??? And her reply, "Coz I want to make it look bigger (I know! Obvious answer ain'ts it?). And why not?" she ask me and my reply was, "I think yours look alrite! The only 2 people here that needs a boob job is either me or the lady boss, not you darling!" She just laugh and continue looking through the yellow pages for other clinics / hospitals that she can call... Would you dare? I know I wouldn't dare! After hearing and watching all/some women that went through surgery and things started to go wrong for them, it scares me to death! NOT that I want anything to be done on my body! I'm just grateful with what Allah s.w.t has given me and to think of going through surgery - doctors poking me here and there, sewing me up and down, forcing whatever in my body and out of my body, taking my body as a trial and error and mutating my body  - I don't think so!!! Paying all those thousands and thousands of pounds just for that enhacement which you know may or may not last forever is totally not worth it for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remember a programme on Channel 4 about this French woman - I think she's a porn star who died of either oeverdose on drugs or her boob explode coz it was that massive that it just explode!!! She says she wouldn't dare to board a plane because of the pressure that might affect her boobs which if I'm not wrong a G or GG size... I tell you, it was extraordinarily massive, enormous, gigantic, colossal, huuuuuge!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gotta go for a while! Continue later with more!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111642737744173481?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111642737744173481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111642737744173481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111642737744173481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111642737744173481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/same-day.html' title='Same Day...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111641398371520946</id><published>2005-05-18T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:10:42.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Our Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uggghhh.... My stomach is at it again! I don't know if it's the prawn sandwich or the donut that I had yesterday but this stomach of mine keeps aching and making me wanna go!!! Sigh... I think I'm gonna be sick!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling bit better now after this morning episodes of frequent visit to the loo... Came to work about 10am... Wanted to call in sick, but thought better of it! Too much work need to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it was our anniversary yesterday - 3 years and more to come... Couldn't take time off so mintak permission from boss to balik early... What's the plan? Romantic meal, romantic ambience... try very best to give the dining room a romantic feeling but failed.... Just Lit few scented candles with sweet fragrance aroma and with the love songs playing on the radio... Manage to get all the recipes from TESCO ready for my special meal, everything checked, everything there and let's get cooking! What's on the Menu? Well, for starters Crab Meat tossed with Curry &amp; Mayonnaise with lettuce and cucumber slices (used crab stick), then for main course its Chicken Breast Sweet and Sour Sauce &amp;amp; spicy prawns with Mashed Sweet Potato &amp; salad and for dessert... hubba! hubba!!!! nolah!!! Nothing of that sort - Indian Mango Dessert... Yummy!!!! What a meal!!!! We couldn't get up after all that!!! Then we exchange gift.. I know this might sound weird but I bought him the Star Wars Light Sabre (? Not sure abt the spelling)!! Ha! Ha!! Well, that's what he asked for and he was thrilled to have it in his hands!!! He couldn't stop playing with it and go zzzing... zzzzoooonnggg with it! It make sound when you hit it with something or when you hit someone with it (I know coz he tried it on me! Main-main jer!) To get my revenge, I'm gonna get one for myself but mine will be the cheaper one - £7.99. Got his for £19.99! Just for that??!!! Yap!!! But, I still have another prezzie for him! It will arrive on Saturday! Really excited though! The look on his face, I just can't wait!! It's not really an appropriate wedding anniversary gift but what the heck! I know he'll love it!! I know I'll love it!!! Once it arrive I will take those pictures &amp;amp; upload it here!!! Ooohh! He got me a box of BACI chocolotes (my favourite) &amp; a pot of mini Orchids! I love those mini-Orchids - well I love Orchids full stop! That's all that I ask for from him &amp;amp; that's what he got me!!! I'm just happy that we're together after 3 long years! I know some might just say, it's only 3 years but for me Syukur Alhamdulillah that we lasted this long despite all the ups &amp; downs that we have to go through over the years!!! All I can say about this year anniversary - it's quiet, romantic and worthwhile! And also we were able to celebrate it in our new house! Kira Alhamdulillah!!! More years to come &amp;amp; looking forward to a bright and better future together always &amp;amp; forever! As the song goes - "..when I need you, when I need love, you're only a heart beat away...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS to me: Will update on the Race for Life charity event that was held in Skipton last weekend with pictures etc... Computer at home tengah mogok so only able to update my blog at work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111641398371520946?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111641398371520946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111641398371520946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111641398371520946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111641398371520946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-our-anniversary.html' title='It&apos;s Our Anniversary...'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111599291511049414</id><published>2005-05-13T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:01:27.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta... Apa erti cinta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“…love changes, changes everything…. Da da dadahhh….” I could only able to remember those lines. Can’t really recall who sang that song, but at all time it bring to mind. That unmistakable line which I find is very spot on one way or the other! Love does changes just about everything in your life! Well, almost everything! For some, they can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t take that necessary everyday shower (phewey!), felt weak on the knees all the time, your heart race triple beats each time he/she’s close …. Yearning/longing for his/her touch... kisses despite the fact that you've just been apart for not more than 5 minutes! That passion you have for each other! Wanting more &amp; more of their love every single second, minute, hours, days, months (you get my drift?)... Love is in the air! That's what it is! Those sweet nothings whispered in your ears engender a feeling of sensual, sexual even anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! Despite all that fantastic feeling you have for that love one, it ain't always sweet is it? At the same time it even give you this feeling, emotion, sentiment of sorrow, rage, resentment, jealousy all those emotion you never believe or even consider exists in you! The green eye monster they call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasalah! Dah lumrah kalau bercinta mesti ada perasaan cemburukan? Apa orang kata, cemburu buta?! Siapa yang tak cemburu kalau 'terbaca' SMS yang sungguh romatis dari mobile phone suami tercinta which you realise is not from you! Atau ternampak your suami dengan his colleague having lunch and so very the intimate? Kira.. mendidih you darah yang mengalir ini! Unpleasant thought keep rushing through your mind! Not knowing what to think or how to react at that particular moment!!! Its like, "Gulp!!! What the "£$%^&amp;amp;???????" Tapi, sebagai seorang wanita kita kenalah maintain the budi bahasa, kesabaran dan tidak react melulu until sang suami is proven guilty/innocent, Mesti maintain that anggun. Finding out the truth is always the hardest but a must! Sometimes I do wonder though, kenapalah kita ni selalu sensitive sangat or is it just me???? Thing is right, ever since we move in to our new beautiful home, there is always a non-stop argument about why doesn't he help out in the house? Despite being told like a zillion times to help out with the housework, the ever so famous respond that I will get is, "Yes! Yes! I will do it later." But later never comes! Later will be tomorrow, next week, next month! In the end I give up and just do it myself! What's the point right??? Like I told him at all times, the reason why a woman nag soooo much at the man/children is because they never listen! Never pay attention to the words that's coming out of her mouth! Well, that's my excuse, what's yours?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111599291511049414?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111599291511049414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111599291511049414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111599291511049414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111599291511049414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/cinta-apa-erti-cinta.html' title='Cinta... Apa erti cinta?'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111580368988840876</id><published>2005-05-11T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:28:09.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bulat...bulat.... Ha!!! That's the comment I get from my sister (I suspect)! Bulat macam moon ada, macam bola pun ada!!! Kesiankan? Tapi, salah ku jugak!! Kurang senaman bulatlah jadinya!!! Kalau bulat kerana mengandung takper jugak kan? Ni kalau bulat kerana kurang senaman, kira masalah yang besar! Muka ku yang bulat! Badan taklah bulak sangat! Kira ada figure you!!!! Tapi taklah semantap dulu-dulu bila ku remaja! Betul tak kekawan???? Kenapa eh kita selalu risau sangat dengan apa yang orang kata? Terutama sekali kalau badan kita dah naik! Ha! Terutama sekali bila kita terserempak dengan kekawan lama atau sedara-mara yang dah lama tak jumpa kita! Perbualan akan sentiasa bermula begini, "Hei! Apa khabar? Lama tak jumpa! Long time no! Apa dah terjadi?! Semangat you sekarang eh? Ni mesti happy selalu!!" &amp; kita jawab, "Biasalah!!! Bahagia! Ketawa banyak sangat, sebab tu badan pun naik kan???!!!!" and kita try maintain our frustration &amp;amp; embarrassment by saying, "But wah! You look very good!!! What have you been doing? How's you children? Husband? Semua okay????" Kita cubalah focus kat dia 100% kan??!!! Cubalah lupakan soalan cepuk emas dia.... Kekadang, penat jugak untuk menjawab soalan-soalan yang sama selalu!!! Macam broken record gituk! Tapi, bukan salah sesiapa! Salah kita jugak kan????!!! Kenapa? Sebab tak jaga kesihatan sendiri! Dan sebab itulah kita kena berusaha untuk slimkan badan kita! Bukan untuk memuaskan mereka-mereka yang sewaktu dengannya tetapi untuk memuaskan diri sendiri dan menyihatkan badan kita! Betulkan? Jadi, untuk mengelakkan dari pertanyaan cepuk emas itu, kita haruslah melakukan sesuatu! Ku gerenti, pabila melihat fotopages ku yang baru dikemaskinikan, gerenti kakak ku akan ada komenta tentang perubahan ku yang ketara sekali you!!!! Takpelah kakak ku!!! Ku akan cuba sedaya upaya untuk menguruskan badanku yang montel ini!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111580368988840876?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111580368988840876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111580368988840876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111580368988840876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111580368988840876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/changes.html' title='Changes....'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111571934542814961</id><published>2005-05-10T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:28:30.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Yang Indah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saban hari ku kenangkan kampung halaman...... Ialah, duduk nun 8,000 miles jauh dari Singapura apa tak asyik kenangkan kampung halaman kan??? Eh! Singapura memang tak der kampung - batu-bata, konkrete tu adalah... Tapi, You know what I mean kan??? 8/5/05 adalah hari ibu se Asia, se Amerika... tapi bukan sedunia (jangan Mareh)! Kat UK sini, Hari ibu kita celebrate in March kalau tak silap... Ha! Kan dah terlupa?????!!!!! Baru beberapa bulan lepas dah tan ingat!!!! Anyway, takper!!! Hari ini cuaca sungguh indah!!! Burung berkicauan mengingatkan kita bahawa Spring is here! Walaupun rasa agak sejuk, matahari tetap menyinar ke bumi England (ada harapan) cuba menggelamkan kesejukan yang kita rasa sekarang! Kuasa Tuhan tiada siapa yang dapat tahu... Kita hanya dapat bersyukur ke Hadrat Illahi dengan apa cuaca yang diberikan.... Tak kira panas atau sejuk.... Jam di tangan menunjukkan 7.58 pagi... Aduuuh!!! Celaka! Mana ini bas??? Sudah 10 minit aku menuggu, masih tidak timbul lagi!!! Selalunya bas yang dinanti akan tiba pada pukul 7.55 pagi, tapi hari ini..... Ahhh!!! Itu pun dia.... Lajulah sikit wahai pemandu bas!!! Aku ni dah lambat ni!!! "£1.60 please! Thank you!" Iskh!! Ramainya orang hari ini?! Apa? Ada festival ker???? Takpelah!!! Asalkan ada tempat duduk untuk aku rehatkan buntut ku yang sejuk ini kira Alhamdulillah kan??? Aiiikkk??!!!! APa pulak ni????? Kesesakan lalu lintas pulak???? Ini tak boleh jadi ni!!!!! 8.10 pagi!!! Gerenti sampai kerja lambat!!!!! Kenapa lambat sangat? Ada kemalangan ker???? Tak nampak pun???? Lampu trafik? Gerenti!!!! Kan! Betullah!!! Lampu trafik kat this junction memang very the lembab!!!! Okay!!!! Yahoo!!! Kita bergerak dengan laju tapi selamat sekarang!!! Okay! At least lambat 10 minit kira takper!!! Alhamdulillah! Sampai jugak ke pejabat!!!! 8.40 pagi!!!! Kira boleh tahan!!! Speed walk gituk dari bas station ker Oak Hill Road.... Alah! 10 minit jalan jer kira orait lah!!!! Hari ini ku bercadang untuk praktis jalan dari kerja ker rumah. Akan mengambil masa selama 45 minit kalau speed walk but kalau take my time akan mengambil masa selama satu jam! Lama tu! Tapi kena berlatih sebab hari Ahad ini kita dan ibu mertuaku akan mengambil bahagian in Race for Life for the Breast Cancer.... Ku bercadang nak berlari tetapi, memandangkan belum praktis lari dengan cuaca yang sejuk ini, ku mengambil keputusan untuk berjalan je lah! Untuk amal apa salahnya kan??? Berjalan sejauh 5km.... Jadi, kalau praktis 4 miles (kira-kira 5++ km as what my husband kata) hari-hari dari kerja ke rumah kira okay kan???? Insya-Allah! Boleh!!! Need to beli a new pair of jogging pants &amp; top that will warm my body when we berjalan-jalan.... Tak sabar rasanya!!! Menikmati udara yang nyaman &amp;amp; pemandangan yang luar biasa!!! Mesti kena ambik gambar banyak-banyak!!! Pertama kali kan dapat bersama mereka-mereka yang sewaktu dengannya jadi kira excited gituk!!!! Suami dan bapak mertuaku akan memberi sokongan padu mereka!! Well, kira kes paksa gituk! Suami tak nak pergi, tapi pujuk punya pujuk akhirnya mengalah jugak suamiku! The Power of Women's coaxing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minggu hadapan pulak, ada theory test for my driving! Soooooo nervous!!! 85% is the passing mark! Cammana????!!! Ku ambik mock test on the CD-Rom yang ku beli that and tak pernah pass! Paling-paling dapat markah cuma 74%!!! Aaaaarrgggghhhh!!!!! Insya-Allah!!!!! Ku mesti belajar dgn sungguh-sungguh!!!! Semua common sense kan????? Insya-Allah kalau pass, ku akan ambil Intensive Driving Course yang hanya akan mengambil seminggu sahaja untuk lulus.... Kira a whole day event setiap hari..... Kalau ku tak lulus theory, then, kena tunggu 2 minggu, lepas tu ambik lagi testnyer lagi!! £20.50! Kira oraitlah! Tak mahal sangat kan?????? Ku berdoa supaya ku lulus dan sesiapa yang baca ni, Doakan lah jugak supaya ku lulus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ku nak goooo Holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111571934542814961?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111571934542814961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111571934542814961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111571934542814961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111571934542814961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/05/hari-yang-indah.html' title='Hari Yang Indah....'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111460516715162081</id><published>2005-04-27T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:13:31.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends forever! Woo! Hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay! So everyone knows about this except me coz as always, bit slow on one side! So, found this Friendster which is really amazing! I mean I found out what all my old chums, old pals have been upto &amp; even manage to ge in the profile of those people that I never spoke to in school but knew of their existance! How we all grown! From these childish, boyish, playful, neekompoops, stubborn, not so mature students (kids, teenagers) to these successful (for some), cool dudes and lasses &amp;amp; beautiful people! How we all have change for the better for some but for the worse for most of us... Nolah!! Just kidding! I'm sure for the better! How life has change us all! There's this girl from my school which is a bit boyish but nice person once you get to know her and she's a surfer &amp; model chick! Some people might say... Yah and????? What the biggie about that but I think that's cool!! Models make loads of money don't they???? Wish I could be one - a model that is!!! Thing is, me not slim enough nor tall enough... Kalau nak kata cantik, tak jugak cuma sederhana, still kan, model jaman sekarang ada ker yang cantik?? Kurus kedengkik adalah... Sampai tulangnya... ha!!! Nak terkeluar!!! Cantik ker tu???? Ku rasa tidak!! Menyeramkan adalah!!! Anyway, that's for the Western model for you!! Ku rasa model-model Melayu kita or dari Asia kira not so bad kan? Tak kurus tak gemuk... Sederhana... Cuma kenalah tinggi kan????? Okay, kat sini nak cakap pasal Friendster bukan model.... Salah korner!!!! Itu hanyalah opinionku saja!!!! I get to keep in touch with my oldest &amp;amp; first boyfriend ever!!!! It was pure coincidence! Tried my luck just to see if he does exist &amp; he did &amp;amp; what a shocker!!!! Tak sangka noh yang dia turn out to be this gorgeous babe magnet! Kira, WOW gituk kan???? Iskh!! Ku kena sabar!!! Ku nikan isteri orang! Tak baik wow sini sana!!!! Tapi like they say see but no touchy, touchy okay???? Kira okay kan???? Anyway, just nak kata yang ku bahagia kerana dapat get connected again with all my old &amp;amp; new friends!!!!! 8-B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111460516715162081?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111460516715162081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111460516715162081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111460516715162081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111460516715162081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends-forever-woo-hoo.html' title='Friends forever! Woo! Hoo!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111450802704584670</id><published>2005-04-26T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:13:02.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tok Boomoh! Oh! Tok Boomoh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wahai tok Bomoh yang budiman! Ku sangat lah jelos kat Andartu binti Undartu! Ku sangat geram sebab dia lawa sangat! Apo yang tok bomoh bole kasi sama dia???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ha!!! Kekadang! Itulah request dari mereka-mereka yang sewaktu denganya yang tak pernag satisfied dengan apa yang diberikan kepadanya oleh Allah s.w.t. Hasrat dengki, cemburu, nak cepat kaya... Inilah sebab-sebab yang kebanyakan orang pergi jenguk tok bomoh &amp; kekadang bayarannya ooooii! Mak datuk!! Mahal nak rak!!!! Tapi asalkan hati rasa puas $3,000 pun jadilah!!! Kira ha! ha! ha!!! Ku kenakan dia! Biar padan muka dia!!! Isk! Isk! Isk!! Tak takut ker???? Kan berdosakan? So, dah tahu berdosa, kenapa nak buat kat orang kan???? Me dah hidup selama 27 tahun (September 27lah kita) masih tak reti/understand, kenapa orang sanggup menganiaya satu sama lain padahal agama kita sama, kulit warna sama (plus minus yang ada cerah yang ada gelap so kira kita samajelah! Melayu jugak kan???), darah yang mengalir dalam tubuh kita pun sama jugak-merah, warna (kalau tak di colorkan) rambut sama hitam &amp;amp; kita semu hamba Allah s.w.t. Jadi, kalau dah semua sama, apasal nak buat benda yang terkutuk ini??? Entahlah! Inilah dikatakan manusia kan? Tak pernah puas, tak pernah bersyukur dengan apa yang diberikan oleh Allah s.w.t. Like I always say, segala yang diberikan, yang berlaku keatas diri senantiasa ada hikmah disebaliknya! Kita mestilah pandai bersyukur kan?!!! Like my mum selalu kata, buat apa nak menambahkan dosa! Beberapa hari lepas, I watch the komedi movie Orang Gaji 2 (VCD) and this time around they pretend to be bomoh terantangtang! Kira nak dapat duit express, so tipulah! Over the top jugak lah the movie but it's truekan?! There is alot of bomoh yang kes menipu jugak cuma kita tak realise it! Yassin is soooo funny! His acting is soo bersahaja!!! Kira my favourite gituk!!! Anyway, back to tok bomoh... Some bomoh (the good ones) they are legitimate! They help you! Yang ada with just a touch or baca-baca sikit, they can feel the presence or know that something is not right! Ada benda kat dalam... And they will help you out without a fee but of course, you can give whatever or as much you want! Kira ikhlas gituk kan for their effort!! Kekadang, nak percaya atau tidak, itu semua adalah hak masing-masing! For me, sebagai seorang umat Islam eventho my knowledge of Islam is limited but kalau nak berbomoh just to satisfy myself &amp; make others suffer &amp;amp; menambahkan lagi dosa yang telah ada is something that is not in my agenda! Semoga Allah s.w.t kuatkan imanku, Insya-Allah! I remember the time when I ikut my cousin &amp; my sis to this person house! The purpose to go there actually my sis say to see if we are all okay and that we are not harmed (I'm not sure what they meant by that but I just folo jelah!) and when we were there, the house was very quiet and nak kata eerie tak sangat lah but kira very the quiet. There were about 4 men and 1 woman (apparently diaorang tengah 'belajat' from the master or something like that). Yes! Now I remember, the word that my couzin use was 'scan'. Nak tengok kalau kita ssemua okay!! Anyway, my sis go first, she okay! They scan her &amp;amp; she's okay, next my couzin, she also okay, her husband pun okay, then came my turn! Kira nervous jugak kan? So, what happen? The strangest most scariest thing happen! Never thought that it will happen to me but it did!!!! When they scan me, they say there's something in my stomach. Something is in me! So, they call this woman and she baca-baca a little bit &amp; she told me to close my eyes which I did then she scan my whole body with her hand (ni kita tengah duduk bersila) &amp;amp; stop at my stomach... Apparently it's a chinese girl who commited suicide &amp; the reason why she masuk dalam me becoz my blood is sweet (well, that's what the woman who scan me say) &amp;amp; she's been in me for the last 2-3 months or so without me realising it! During that time, I was working near Chinatown and at lunch time sometimes I will walk down to Chinatown to go to Burger King to get lunch and I always have to pass a temple... so, we assume that that's where she 'got' me! Coincidence? Maybe? Anyway, the woman ask me if I want to ask this girl any question before she vanish her but all I can say was, "Huh? Tak de ap-apa nak tanya!" Well, what do you expect? I was stunned!!! Not prepared for this at all!!!! So, the girl is a Christian &amp;amp; before they vanish her / took her out from my body, the woman Islamkan the girl with repeating the Kalimah Syahadat and out she goes from my stomach!! That also conclude why I keep putting on weight when I start working in Chinatown! I know it sound daft but that's what happen!!!! Thing is right, now that I keep gaining weight, is it because the girl still in me??? Taklah! Big possibility lack of exercise!!! Ini semua adalah cobaan Allah s.w.t. Astaghfirullahhal-azim! Kira scarykan??? Kita mesti bertaubat.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111450802704584670?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111450802704584670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111450802704584670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111450802704584670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111450802704584670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/tok-boomoh-oh-tok-boomoh.html' title='Tok Boomoh! Oh! Tok Boomoh!!'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111409410651201344</id><published>2005-04-21T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T13:14:41.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Iskh! What a day!! A very slow &amp; boring day.... My goodness! I've never felt sooooo bored as I am feeling right now... Ialah! Harap-haraplah this month banyak kerja to get me up and running in the office but instead, takder! Hapak pun takder.... Not 100% takderlah cuma what I'm doing in the office right now is not that big of a deal.... Tkpe, kita kena bersabarjelah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather today is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C!!!! It's warm, sunny and just oooohhhh soooo beautiful! I wish I could just knock off early from work and enjoy the day beautifying my garden which defineteley need a 100% makeover! I tell you!! It looks really not nice at all!!! Sekarang, since P dah tak boleh drive lagi (kena ban kan), kita tak dapatlah nak buang the lawn mower and all the things that we don't need from the shed!!! So kira kena leave it to one side and tengok-tenogk kalau ada sesiapa yang simpati kat kita and give us a lift to the skip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari ini kita ada driving lesson,. Kira excited gituklah!! Sekarang, he is relying on me to pass my practical &amp;amp; theory test as soon as possible to enable us to be mobile again!! Kereta dah ada - nothing fancy, just a 1.0 litre Vauxhall Corsa... 1.0 litre sebab kita kan budak baru belajar. Tak bolehlah drive 1.8 litre straight away kan? Kira danger you!!!! Unfortunately my instructor don't do any intensive course (crash course) so, once I pass my theory test, I'm gonna take up the crash course which is gonna be a week course from Sunday / Monday all the way to Friday 6 hours a day and by Friday kita take the test &amp;amp; Insya-Allah, kalau semua okay, yahoooooo!!!! Kita Pass.... Iskh... Nanti dulu!!! Belum apa-apa dah excited!!!! Good luck to meeeeee!!!!! :-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111409410651201344?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111409410651201344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111409410651201344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111409410651201344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111409410651201344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/slow-day.html' title='Slow Day....'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111385757635064869</id><published>2005-04-18T21:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:59:03.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beautiful Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/320/Great%20View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/5267/200/Great%20View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is part of Skipton.... Well, this is near the river where you can fish and enjoy the beautiful weather!!! Sooo sunny and just nice!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111385757635064869?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111385757635064869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111385757635064869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111385757635064869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111385757635064869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/beautiful-day-this-is-part-of-skipton.html' title=''/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111279158832691595</id><published>2005-04-06T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:45:26.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why then???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The buzzing sound in the office is really an irritant!!! Can't really tell where the sound comes from but it comes &amp; goes... Guess I just got to get used to it.... See!! It stopped now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rain has stopped too and the sun is shining so brightly above me!!! How wonderful it is!!! I long for the day when I can just wear my sandals with just t-shirt &amp;amp; shorts and just walk down the beach, breathing in the fresh air.... But instead, I've got to wear this huge jacket that makes me look double my size, a sweater underneath that jacket &amp; if I'm feeling really, really cold, a thermo 'singlet' underneath the sweater/jacket... Sigh!!! Layers &amp; layers.... Macam kueh lapis gituk!!!! Frankly, I hate the cold!!! I wish that I'm back in Singapore where it's warm &amp;amp; sunny and even if it rains, the coldness is like a pinch... Kira tak heran gituk kan????!!!! Nevertheless, all I can do is complain about it and can't do anything about it... Typical Singaporean right??? Always complain about everything and anything!!!! But!!!!! Despite my complain  hating cold, strangely I love snow! Love it when it snowed!!! The purity of it... Turning the greenfield into massive soft white 'bed'.... It just look absolutely gorgeous!!!! Every year me &amp; hubby will go down to Skipton to my PIL to celebrate X'mas and I just love being there when it snowed!!! The hills just look gorgeous - so white and pure &amp; lakes icy... You can even skate on it if it gets really cold!!! It's just beautiful &amp;amp; breathtaking!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So, why then do I complain? Why Then? Well, what's the answer for that? Me being ungrateful? Me being a whiner? or just for the sake of it??? I guess it's just for the sake of it..... This makes me think back of the argument that me &amp; hubby had few days ago.... Nothing major though! I guess it's just me being over the top!!! Lebih-Lebih gituk! Making it into a HUGE deal... (That's what he says) It all started with the house being a mess after I was gone for only 1 and half day!!!! I was away over the weekend to see Siti Nurhaliza in Concert in RAH (which was absolutely fantastic!!!) and before I leave the house I reminded him to put the clothes in dryer, wash the dishes and just vacuum the living room... and what did I get when I get home???? Nothing was done!!! Nothing at all!!! Uuugghh!!! I was soooo annoyed!!! There I was after 3 hours of train ride, feeling tired &amp; hungry &amp;amp;  came back with the house looking sooo messy that it makes me go bonkers!!!! It's not the first time though!!! Kita cuma mintak tolong sikit ajer pun susah!!! Kita pun kerja jugak kan, so apa salahnya kalau hubby tolong ringankanlah buat kerja rumah untuk kita??? Salah ker??? Tak kan???? Not that I ask him to do it every single day..... Haiiiii!!! Entahlah.... In the end, pikir, punya pikir,  tak payahlah nak penatkan mulut ni asyik nak mengomel ajer... Might as well do it myself! Like they say, if you want things to be right, you've just got to do it yourself!!!! Pun kadang-kadang would like to be appreciated! Wish that they could just use their initiative to help around the house!!! I suppose it's typical of men isn't it??? I did told him once, the reason why women nag soo much coz men just don't seem to listen!!! When we told them to do something once, nothing's been done... Twice... still not been done third time &amp; they say we nag!!! Sigh..... Men &amp;amp; children are the reason why some women nag!!! Coz they never listen to us.... I don't know how true that is but I tend to believe it after years of witnessing it happen at my parents &amp; sis house!!! Apa nak buat kan???!!! Kita harus bersabarjelah!! Sometimes, our patience pun ada limit kan???? I guess, that night was the worse argument ever in my marriage.... I guess that argument is just nothing compared to others who has gone through worse yet I will make sure that I won't behave and feel that was again... It's not me!!! That anger in me just wanted to explode &amp;amp; when it did, it was really ugly and ridiculous!!!!! Kita belajar dari kesilapan... Kesabaran adalah separuh dari iman, jadi banyakkanlah bersabar........ :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111279158832691595?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111279158832691595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111279158832691595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111279158832691595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111279158832691595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-then.html' title='Why then???'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111279039775189017</id><published>2005-04-06T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T13:55:31.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Note - Success Is A Determined Action Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is by Max Stein - A great Quote on a Positive Note!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The foolish with all other thoughts, have this one too: They are always getting ready to live, but never living... Your success will start when you begin to pursue it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;To reach your goal or to attain success, you don't need to know all the answers in advance. You just need to have a clear idea of what your goal is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't procrastinate when faced with a difficult problem. Break your problems into parts, and handle one part at a time with much consideration... Develop tendencies toward taking action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;You can make something happen now... Break your big plan into small steps and take that first step right away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Everyone who ever got where they are had to begin where they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Your big opportunity is where you are right now... A journey of thousand miles begins with one step. TAKE IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11941721-111279039775189017?l=ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/feeds/111279039775189017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11941721&amp;postID=111279039775189017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111279039775189017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11941721/posts/default/111279039775189017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ketumbarjintan.blogspot.com/2005/04/positive-note-success-is-determined.html' title='Positive Note - Success Is A Determined Action Away'/><author><name>MassyLassy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10157251594070089729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b75/msbarjms/gajah.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11941721.post-111270949962654758</id><published>2005-04-05T22:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:32:43.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've never written anything like this before but after reading dari few bloggers, they inspired me to pin down my thoughts in my own blog... What I've been reading from other bloggers was really an inspiration... Getting in touch with their thoughts, their dreams, theirs sadness, happiness, worries dan lain-lain really intrigue me... Semuanya tulis power-power!! Eventhough mine won't be powerful, kira okay jugak kan??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's been quiet today... Well, it's been quiet any other day in the office... Had lunch with Sha today &amp; while sipping my not so wonderful hot Wild Mushroom instant soup from my beautiful coffee cup, we start to talk about the Pope &amp;amp; religion... I'm not going to get into details but lets just say that I learn soo much about the history of Islam from Shah... Though Shah is soo much younger (well, only about 5 yrs) than me but Masya-Allah, his knowledge about the history of Islam is phenomenal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another day for my driving lesson today.... It's my 12th lesson and It's been absolutely fantastic &amp; pooh at the same time!!!! Never thought that driving can be such a pain in the arse!!!! Apa tidak! Always have problems with the clutch and going up the hill!!! Now that always put me in a panic!!... I know! I know! For those who have been driving for years will say it's easy peasy but try telling that to someone who's never driven a car her entire life and plus driving in a foreign country where she don't know which road goes to where!!! The excruciating pain!!!! Tapi takper!!! This is a big challenge that I have to endure and go through with it with much patience and faith to Allah s.w.t. Like my hubby always say, you learn driving because you want to pass your driving test not because you want to drive ... I know it doesn't make sense when I put it down in words, but it does make sense when he say it to me...!!! I don't know if I'm getting better or worse... but I'm gonna try my bloody best to pass this!!! Apparently, in England now you got to take 4 different tests. 1) Theory 2) Mechanical 3) Hazard 4) Practical... Okay, the mechanical part is bit new... I think it's mechanical or it could be maintance. Though I've been living in the UK for the past 2 years, the roads are still soooo Alien to me!!! Apa taknya.. Roundabouts here and there at every corner!!! Mana tak gabrah!!!! I remember when I took James (my hubby), Mike &amp;amp; May to Leeds Showcase Cinema to watch Be Cool (which is an okay movie) I drove all of us there (with an L plate stuck at the back and front of the car) &amp; it was a nightmare!!! Well, James kata not so bad only the part where I stalled the car 3 times and get panic - that part was memalukan!!! I keep apologising to Mike &amp;amp; May for my terrible driving skills &amp;amp; keep making sure that they are alright!!! But still, in a weird way that panic all, it does helps!!!! Anyway, it's almost 3pm now and I better get back to what I'm doing..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Try! Try! try! And Never Give Up!!!! 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