<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163</id><updated>2009-12-24T08:20:41.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scritch n Scratch</title><subtitle type='html'>Feelings, thoughts n experience thru out the journey of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8083432718612364960</id><published>2009-12-23T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:20:41.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I brought my kids to One Utama. The last time I went there they spent one hour at the kidsz sport &amp;amp; gym area. This time I said let’s do something else. I thought of bringing them to the cinema but we arrived not at the time the movie starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I brought them to the Art Attack place. This is a place where you can leave your kids n they will explore their creativity there created n coloring all sorts of stuff. After about 20 minutes choosing what to do, Hakeem &amp;amp; Nabila finally got what they wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKxRNgS3_I/AAAAAAAAETc/PyfNfvSwSWU/s1600-h/art+attack3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKxRNgS3_I/AAAAAAAAETc/PyfNfvSwSWU/s320/art+attack3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418588210921136114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKxRmNHGVI/AAAAAAAAETk/LaNXTmTv778/s320/art+attack4.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418588217551558994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Nabila chose ferry wheels which she has to spend for 2 hours while Hakeem a battle axe n a stand microphone. I left them for 2 hours n came back picked them up with their creation in hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKwsOEu-zI/AAAAAAAAETM/wy16lKTpEmA/s1600-h/art+attack1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKwsOEu-zI/AAAAAAAAETM/wy16lKTpEmA/s320/art+attack1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587575418813234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKwsqDHqeI/AAAAAAAAETU/hRmFG5kNHh8/s320/art+attack2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587582928234978" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They were so proud showing what they did at me. I bet they had a good time there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8083432718612364960?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8083432718612364960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8083432718612364960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8083432718612364960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8083432718612364960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/art-attack.html' title='The Art Attack'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzKxRNgS3_I/AAAAAAAAETc/PyfNfvSwSWU/s72-c/art+attack3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1617121688547777355</id><published>2009-12-22T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:36:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzASABNQk2I/AAAAAAAAESo/D5BBCbhm60M/s1600-h/faizah1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzASABNQk2I/AAAAAAAAESo/D5BBCbhm60M/s200/faizah1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417850143260054370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzASAmWnp6I/AAAAAAAAESw/JpPNItrQ_eM/s200/faizah2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417850153231427490" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzASBLQNNzI/AAAAAAAAES4/ib8QXHhrBGo/s200/faizah3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417850163136640818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faizah has safely arrived on last Saturday. All of us were so happy to see her. The moment she inside the car she requested to eat at &lt;i&gt;mamak &lt;/i&gt;restaurant – where else the infamous Rafi near our house.. &lt;i&gt;Memang nak kena mamak gak..&lt;/i&gt; hehehehhee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later on was the exchange gift session.  Faizah bought for everybody gifts n souvenirs. It is so thoughtful of her n all of us were so excited receiving it. Faizah also got her birthday presents from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next morning the eating marathon still continued for our homecoming lady.. We went to Pasar Pagi Shah Alam near the stadium. We had our breakfast there then walked n browsed around. In the afternoon I cooked her favorite &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;asi daging&lt;/i&gt; n cheese cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the afternoon Faizah followed my MIL back to Malacca. She will be back for our holiday trip this weekend. Welcome home my dear n enjoy your time here. &lt;i&gt;Bab makan tu bawa bertenang k..&lt;/i&gt; hehehehhe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1617121688547777355?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1617121688547777355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1617121688547777355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1617121688547777355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1617121688547777355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SzASABNQk2I/AAAAAAAAESo/D5BBCbhm60M/s72-c/faizah1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-5373525226479021150</id><published>2009-12-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:06:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I have a special guest – Tuan Haji Zunaidi. He came from Oman and in Malaysia on business matter. We invited him to our house today for lunch. This time Aji came alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4fsAw80qI/AAAAAAAAESQ/6m8I3tywPhY/s1600-h/guest+haji1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417302242753303202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4fsAw80qI/AAAAAAAAESQ/6m8I3tywPhY/s200/guest+haji1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4fshopYiI/AAAAAAAAESY/Fb3VhXLBlC4/s1600-h/guest+haji2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417302251576844834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4fshopYiI/AAAAAAAAESY/Fb3VhXLBlC4/s200/guest+haji2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4ftND_SZI/AAAAAAAAESg/OCoWUpa2k1A/s1600-h/guest+haji3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417302263234251154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4ftND_SZI/AAAAAAAAESg/OCoWUpa2k1A/s200/guest+haji3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the last time I met him was a year ago. He still looks the same. Aji requested me to cook his favourite dish n he really enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We really enjoyed his company n wish that he could come again bringing the family. I really miss them n always remember those days when I was with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aji will be here till next weekend n hope that we could see him again.&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/8390519923938510163-5373525226479021150?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/5373525226479021150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=5373525226479021150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5373525226479021150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/5373525226479021150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/special-guest.html' title='A Special Guest'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4fsAw80qI/AAAAAAAAESQ/6m8I3tywPhY/s72-c/guest+haji1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1583004664217295358</id><published>2009-12-18T06:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:38:29.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4V5es_o4I/AAAAAAAAESI/3M1XDz_M7-U/s1600-h/harrier+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417291479011795842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4V5es_o4I/AAAAAAAAESI/3M1XDz_M7-U/s320/harrier+car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SylgbeJua_I/AAAAAAAAESA/X-ztBav1ZMY/s1600-h/harrier+car.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reluctantly n sadly I am letting go my beloved car. This was my car when I came back from Oman. The car meant a lot to me. This was the car that I used to send/pick my kids from school n also weekly trip to Genting Highland visited my daughter there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beside that I also used the car to carry all the boxes while shifting to our current house. The car not only carried good things but also junk n rubbish that I had to transport to the rubbish dumping area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had driven this car as far as to Danok, Thailand. I had this car with me for 18 months. It held memories of me and my kids as we spent so much time in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the car so much n sadly I had to let it go.&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/8390519923938510163-1583004664217295358?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1583004664217295358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1583004664217295358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1583004664217295358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1583004664217295358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sy4V5es_o4I/AAAAAAAAESI/3M1XDz_M7-U/s72-c/harrier+car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-6057553771232981658</id><published>2009-12-17T04:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:13:00.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday - Ashley Faizah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syi5Ew3n5_I/AAAAAAAAER4/Xol1N0SdGsQ/s1600-h/faizah+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415782043401840626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syi5Ew3n5_I/AAAAAAAAER4/Xol1N0SdGsQ/s320/faizah+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syi3tUjkaLI/AAAAAAAAERw/w5heHqCZTDs/s1600-h/faizah.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To my dearest beautiful daughter Faizah. Happy Birthday n mommy dedicate this special poem to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're always a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;You've been from the start&lt;br /&gt;In my life you'll always&lt;br /&gt;Be an important part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value our relationship&lt;br /&gt;And think it's the best&lt;br /&gt;With you in my life&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't perfect&lt;br /&gt;And neither are we&lt;br /&gt;But I'll have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're as close as could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we're together&lt;br /&gt;Or we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;You know that you're someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you n always be proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-6057553771232981658?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/6057553771232981658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=6057553771232981658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6057553771232981658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/6057553771232981658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-20th-birthday-ashley-faizah.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday - Ashley Faizah'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syi5Ew3n5_I/AAAAAAAAER4/Xol1N0SdGsQ/s72-c/faizah+birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3101231158284235633</id><published>2009-12-15T18:40:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:08:15.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures on Nabila's 7th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;These are some of the pictures taken during Nabila's birthday party on 21st November.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpdqLvd_I/AAAAAAAAENQ/R32p_uIs5cI/s1600-h/DSC_6055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415413035196970994" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpdqLvd_I/AAAAAAAAENQ/R32p_uIs5cI/s200/DSC_6055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpcnE7feI/AAAAAAAAENA/EhDyBMYsGy4/s1600-h/DSC_5928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415413017183223266" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpcnE7feI/AAAAAAAAENA/EhDyBMYsGy4/s200/DSC_5928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpeNNYgRI/AAAAAAAAENY/_ZvMcfwWNu4/s1600-h/DSC_6172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415413044599095570" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpeNNYgRI/AAAAAAAAENY/_ZvMcfwWNu4/s200/DSC_6172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syit3ds6sPI/AAAAAAAAERg/SC_w0Af1nLs/s1600-h/DSC_5946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415769720290455794" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syit3ds6sPI/AAAAAAAAERg/SC_w0Af1nLs/s200/DSC_5946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the happy girl. nabila looked so grown up n beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydrm5wnLOI/AAAAAAAAENg/nC1RkwbFOqk/s1600-h/DSC_6102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415415393020226786" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydrm5wnLOI/AAAAAAAAENg/nC1RkwbFOqk/s200/DSC_6102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydroZaNkEI/AAAAAAAAEN4/9UHRvROBD64/s1600-h/DSC_6110-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415415418696077378" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydroZaNkEI/AAAAAAAAEN4/9UHRvROBD64/s200/DSC_6110-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydrnfDvAJI/AAAAAAAAENo/b-s6tHIwxxI/s1600-h/DSC_6106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415415403032543378" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydrnfDvAJI/AAAAAAAAENo/b-s6tHIwxxI/s200/DSC_6106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydrn1R5Q0I/AAAAAAAAENw/y4uspM711gw/s1600-h/DSC_6107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415415408997516098" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydrn1R5Q0I/AAAAAAAAENw/y4uspM711gw/s200/DSC_6107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blowing candle.. happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydtvoiVyGI/AAAAAAAAEOI/rkPfUIs4FgQ/s1600-h/DSC_6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415417742039042146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydtvoiVyGI/AAAAAAAAEOI/rkPfUIs4FgQ/s200/DSC_6207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydtvPlriBI/AAAAAAAAEOA/0J3ul8v2gto/s1600-h/DSC_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415417735342163986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydtvPlriBI/AAAAAAAAEOA/0J3ul8v2gto/s200/DSC_6191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydtv1qy-tI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/yYuD62zw4es/s1600-h/DSC_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415417745564170962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sydtv1qy-tI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/yYuD62zw4es/s200/DSC_6219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;great entertainment from Ejik the Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydvnT6bzlI/AAAAAAAAEOY/-XmmsziN2RU/s1600-h/DSC_6250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415419798087257682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydvnT6bzlI/AAAAAAAAEOY/-XmmsziN2RU/s200/DSC_6250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydyVsLNmfI/AAAAAAAAEOw/gipGLxo5F4M/s1600-h/DSC_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422793897318898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydyVsLNmfI/AAAAAAAAEOw/gipGLxo5F4M/s200/DSC_6232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydyWJk4VOI/AAAAAAAAEO4/D0SKZEWDnnY/s1600-h/DSC_6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422801789605090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydyWJk4VOI/AAAAAAAAEO4/D0SKZEWDnnY/s200/DSC_6308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;everybody was like wow.. ooohhh... look at the face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd072OlJoI/AAAAAAAAEPI/TQ32GtTXmJw/s1600-h/DSC_6329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415425648454084226" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd072OlJoI/AAAAAAAAEPI/TQ32GtTXmJw/s200/DSC_6329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd07XyDHYI/AAAAAAAAEPA/r3dhGjMXwRw/s1600-h/DSC_6356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415425640281349506" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd07XyDHYI/AAAAAAAAEPA/r3dhGjMXwRw/s200/DSC_6356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd08ae3EGI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/ER_wfWVIQUc/s1600-h/DSC_6416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415425658186043490" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd08ae3EGI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/ER_wfWVIQUc/s200/DSC_6416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd084lzcLI/AAAAAAAAEPY/PI3ZP6L7jnI/s1600-h/DSC_6392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415425666268229810" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syd084lzcLI/AAAAAAAAEPY/PI3ZP6L7jnI/s200/DSC_6392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim0Rx_DuI/AAAAAAAAEPo/zY9Yhcyilos/s1600-h/DSC_6516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761968969486050" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim0Rx_DuI/AAAAAAAAEPo/zY9Yhcyilos/s200/DSC_6516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim06qfgYI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Lq9iw_hV-Yw/s1600-h/DSC_6518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761979943911810" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim06qfgYI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Lq9iw_hV-Yw/s200/DSC_6518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim1Z7UfNI/AAAAAAAAEP4/KyuelP56EvQ/s1600-h/DSC_6525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761988335992018" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim1Z7UfNI/AAAAAAAAEP4/KyuelP56EvQ/s200/DSC_6525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim1zt7H3I/AAAAAAAAEQA/4SswaVgqdsU/s1600-h/DSC_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415761995259125618" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Syim1zt7H3I/AAAAAAAAEQA/4SswaVgqdsU/s200/DSC_6527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of energy. everybody was trying hard to break the pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyipiOpmPFI/AAAAAAAAEQY/2FmGvJ369yg/s1600-h/DSC_6446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415764957426236498" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyipiOpmPFI/AAAAAAAAEQY/2FmGvJ369yg/s200/DSC_6446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyipinBj36I/AAAAAAAAEQg/AjxpTtlk9Bo/s1600-h/DSC_6439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415764963969195938" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyipinBj36I/AAAAAAAAEQg/AjxpTtlk9Bo/s200/DSC_6439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiphI8WxgI/AAAAAAAAEQI/jLyerGX3TXQ/s1600-h/DSC_6441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415764938714433026" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiphI8WxgI/AAAAAAAAEQI/jLyerGX3TXQ/s200/DSC_6441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiphsiXrYI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/sC1DdWfUtl0/s1600-h/DSC_6442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415764948269116802" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiphsiXrYI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/sC1DdWfUtl0/s200/DSC_6442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sporting moms.. go go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirZrkhaQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/ieozaEiAaWI/s1600-h/DSC_6462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415767009594009858" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirZrkhaQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/ieozaEiAaWI/s200/DSC_6462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirbIkMQBI/AAAAAAAAERA/1_f--dMXSFI/s1600-h/DSC_6443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415767034557120530" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirbIkMQBI/AAAAAAAAERA/1_f--dMXSFI/s200/DSC_6443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiraI-9qCI/AAAAAAAAEQw/UvYLS0AFoGA/s1600-h/DSC_6470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415767017489541154" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyiraI-9qCI/AAAAAAAAEQw/UvYLS0AFoGA/s200/DSC_6470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirarL9juI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/-3cDgmRr3e0/s1600-h/DSC_6468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415767026670866146" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyirarL9juI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/-3cDgmRr3e0/s200/DSC_6468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also daddys, tok ayah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitXbOMH2I/AAAAAAAAERI/hmBmAWIZRtk/s1600-h/DSC_6660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415769169868889954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitXbOMH2I/AAAAAAAAERI/hmBmAWIZRtk/s200/DSC_6660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitX4MMWtI/AAAAAAAAERQ/evTPsK69f-k/s1600-h/DSC_6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415769177645144786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitX4MMWtI/AAAAAAAAERQ/evTPsK69f-k/s200/DSC_6673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitYZjzh8I/AAAAAAAAERY/Mra-Zkk69zs/s1600-h/DSC_6659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415769186602551234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyitYZjzh8I/AAAAAAAAERY/Mra-Zkk69zs/s200/DSC_6659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for the presents..nabila loves it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3101231158284235633?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3101231158284235633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3101231158284235633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3101231158284235633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3101231158284235633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-on-nabilas-7th-birthday.html' title='Pictures on Nabila&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SydpdqLvd_I/AAAAAAAAENQ/R32p_uIs5cI/s72-c/DSC_6055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8760110504969925547</id><published>2009-12-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:48:16.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakeem &amp; Kathya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWE45Rnc3I/AAAAAAAAEME/SMkq-3bKy_E/s1600-h/hakeem+kathya1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414880239965139826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWE45Rnc3I/AAAAAAAAEME/SMkq-3bKy_E/s320/hakeem%2Bkathya1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWE5dyxRgI/AAAAAAAAEMM/XS41B11XqFA/s1600-h/hakeem+kathya2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414880249767872002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWE5dyxRgI/AAAAAAAAEMM/XS41B11XqFA/s320/hakeem%2Bkathya2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kathya is Hakeem’s good friend since the day he joined Nexus School. They were together since Reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Friday was Kathya last day at school. She will be going back to Jakarta as her dad will be posting there. Last week Kathya’s mom told me that Kathya was sad that she will be leaving Hakeem. She likes Hakeem so much n told her mom that Hakeem is her best boyfriend. &lt;em&gt;Amboi…. Anak teruna ku sorang ni…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWHeVpdBHI/AAAAAAAAEMU/IA_RsGVLw_A/s1600-h/hakeem+kathya3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414883082259727474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWHeVpdBHI/AAAAAAAAEMU/IA_RsGVLw_A/s320/hakeem%2Bkathya3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWHfDM2zBI/AAAAAAAAEMc/x9QX6i9qWiw/s1600-h/hakeem+kathya4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414883094487813138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWHfDM2zBI/AAAAAAAAEMc/x9QX6i9qWiw/s320/hakeem%2Bkathya4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So last Friday Hakeem passed the gift to Kathya. We bought for her a teddy bear. She loves it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hakeem was non stop talking about Kathya since we left the school. I heard he told my maid “&lt;em&gt;Kak Karsih nanti awak balik ke Indonesia jangan lupa cari Kathya ye&lt;/em&gt;” Hahahahaha…  so cute…&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/8390519923938510163-8760110504969925547?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8760110504969925547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8760110504969925547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8760110504969925547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8760110504969925547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/hakeem-kathya.html' title='Hakeem &amp; Kathya'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyWE45Rnc3I/AAAAAAAAEME/SMkq-3bKy_E/s72-c/hakeem%2Bkathya1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-4752504586422796459</id><published>2009-12-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:32:07.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Key</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT4Sj3JpsI/AAAAAAAAELc/sEioqt1M_Nw/s1600-h/nabila+60s+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414725649754072770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT4Sj3JpsI/AAAAAAAAELc/sEioqt1M_Nw/s320/nabila+60s+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT4SQefawI/AAAAAAAAELU/Z9_61wq81RM/s1600-h/hakeem+bob+the+builder1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414725644550368002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT4SQefawI/AAAAAAAAELU/Z9_61wq81RM/s320/hakeem+bob+the+builder1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Nabila n Hakeem last day of school for this term. Today they perfomed their end of term concert. It was actually performed by the whole primary school. The show started at 10am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT24oeWzeI/AAAAAAAAEK8/Zf33ZpMqtTY/s1600-h/show1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414724104804027874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT24oeWzeI/AAAAAAAAEK8/Zf33ZpMqtTY/s200/show1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT25jqyTfI/AAAAAAAAELM/GRBWzYcTdk4/s1600-h/show3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414724120693853682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT25jqyTfI/AAAAAAAAELM/GRBWzYcTdk4/s200/show3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT25ErRaEI/AAAAAAAAELE/Pwbf74KrFss/s1600-h/show2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414724112374392898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT25ErRaEI/AAAAAAAAELE/Pwbf74KrFss/s200/show2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The show’s title was Magic Key. It was about a family found a magic key which brought them to the era from 60s to current. It started with the dance from 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s n current. The show was superb. Some of them were totally dress up with afro hair, bell bottom pants n shimmering costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1jS9BegI/AAAAAAAAEKs/OAJxxZJ5Tbg/s1600-h/nabila+60s+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414722638738192898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1jS9BegI/AAAAAAAAEKs/OAJxxZJ5Tbg/s200/nabila+60s+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1izS1EOI/AAAAAAAAEKk/mZEd19w-eTo/s1600-h/nabila+60s+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414722630239719650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1izS1EOI/AAAAAAAAEKk/mZEd19w-eTo/s200/nabila+60s+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1j5X2-CI/AAAAAAAAEK0/3io5y0ZsJTc/s1600-h/nabila+60s+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414722649051297826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT1j5X2-CI/AAAAAAAAEK0/3io5y0ZsJTc/s200/nabila+60s+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabila performed in the era of 60s – the sergeant pepper from Beatles. She was wearing like a hippie in that era. She was totally enjoying herself shaking her bum left n right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0rCEfoDI/AAAAAAAAEKM/sK7Aniwx_1c/s1600-h/hakeem+bob+the+builder4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721672133451826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0rCEfoDI/AAAAAAAAEKM/sK7Aniwx_1c/s200/hakeem+bob+the+builder4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0rzsf9NI/AAAAAAAAEKU/hrCpJmLzkSU/s1600-h/hakeem+bob+the+builder3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721685454582994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0rzsf9NI/AAAAAAAAEKU/hrCpJmLzkSU/s200/hakeem+bob+the+builder3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0sIy6l8I/AAAAAAAAEKc/vrrPsGdLe90/s1600-h/hakeem+bob+the+builder2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414721691118639042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT0sIy6l8I/AAAAAAAAEKc/vrrPsGdLe90/s200/hakeem+bob+the+builder2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As for Hakeem he was Bob the Builder. Hakeem danced so well n as usual always be at the centre of the stage. His smooth movement n coordination with others was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the show looking at all the children. All of them did an excellent job. My children will have their term break till early January. A break for me too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-4752504586422796459?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/4752504586422796459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=4752504586422796459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4752504586422796459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/4752504586422796459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/magic-key.html' title='The Magic Key'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyT4Sj3JpsI/AAAAAAAAELc/sEioqt1M_Nw/s72-c/nabila+60s+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3183229454177502433</id><published>2009-12-10T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:35:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Natrah Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBdh4JmO8I/AAAAAAAAEKE/vIeWH8TAzMs/s1600-h/Poster+Natrah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413429588689042370" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBdh4JmO8I/AAAAAAAAEKE/vIeWH8TAzMs/s320/Poster+Natrah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night I went to Istana Budaya to watch the theatre Natrah. Last night was supposed to be the last day n my cousin booked the tickets a week ago. We got the sit on the upper level. Though we got the full view of the stage but I can hardly recognize the faces except from their voices. &lt;em&gt;Maklum lah.. rabun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZkgbqUAI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/94_7etf9WiY/s1600-h/natrah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413425235815452674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZkgbqUAI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/94_7etf9WiY/s200/natrah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZj7To62I/AAAAAAAAEJs/rbB5u_Qi8ng/s1600-h/natrah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413425225849695074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZj7To62I/AAAAAAAAEJs/rbB5u_Qi8ng/s200/natrah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZk8WLYpI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/uSowOk2daY8/s1600-h/natrah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413425243308647058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBZk8WLYpI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/uSowOk2daY8/s200/natrah3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was superb. There were a few scenes that really touched me. This story is about the tragic tale of Nadra Maarof, also known by her Dutch name Bertha Heartogh, who passed away earlier this year. She was raised in Malaysia by her Malay foster mother before a custody dispute between her foster parents and her Dutch birth parents saw her getting sent her back to Holland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It also revealed how a parental custody battle exploded into a tense and bitter tussle between Islam and Christianity, between Malayan nationalists and colonialists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thumbs up to Erma Fatima n the team. Maya Karin played Natrah role well. She looked so cute as Natrah. And also not to forget Abang Mansor Adabi played by Remy Ishak who surprised me that he has a good voice which I guess made all the girls there drooled n stunned for a while &lt;wink&gt; &lt;wink&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3183229454177502433?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3183229454177502433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3183229454177502433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3183229454177502433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3183229454177502433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/natrah-theatre.html' title='The Natrah Theatre'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SyBdh4JmO8I/AAAAAAAAEKE/vIeWH8TAzMs/s72-c/Poster+Natrah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1551876683711176532</id><published>2009-12-08T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:02:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Security Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sx4Selj9HrI/AAAAAAAAEJk/GJ9_jpil800/s1600-h/security+guard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412784118834208434" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sx4Selj9HrI/AAAAAAAAEJk/GJ9_jpil800/s320/security+guard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess everybody have encounter at least once in their life time having bad experience with the security guard. I had countless experience with the security guard that acts like they are ruling the country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my children’s school, they implemented the rules that only parents, guardians, nannies or drivers with the tag are allowed to enter the school area. We have to pick up the children at the canteen or classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen situations where sometimes parents forgot their tag n had to walk back to the car to get it. Some of them won’t be allowed to enter at all. Some of them even got thru without tag. This I noticed happened when certain security guards were on duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to be racist here but whenever this one &lt;em&gt;kaum&lt;/em&gt; be a security guard, his power n &lt;em&gt;kuasa mengalahkan ASP&lt;/em&gt; moreover if they have whistle in their hands. &lt;em&gt;Non-stop nak tiup..&lt;/em&gt; Two days ago Nadira followed me to sent Nabila, Hakeem to school. Of course she has no tag n at the entrance this particular guard didn’t allow her to go in. I said she’s my daughter n of course I only have one tag. He said “&lt;em&gt;No.. tengok tu arahan tak boleh masuk tanpa tag&lt;/em&gt;” I then told Nadira to wait outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today again she followed me to school. She needed to go to the toilet badly n I asked her to get the visitor tag from the guard house while I went inside to fetch Nabila, Hakeem. Unfortunately for us the same guard was on duty there asked for her I.C. She said it’s in the car n it's parked far n she needed to go to the toilet badly. I am sure the guard recognized her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went back to the entrance n shouted calling me. There was another guard there n I asked to let her in as she needed to go to the toilet badly. He strictly said cannot n asked to go to the toilet which at the end of the building. Ok fine I said… wait till I fetch my two children n I’ll give him &lt;em&gt;sepatah dua kata&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out from the gate I said “&lt;em&gt;Encik… tadi dalam tu saya selisih dgn 3 org tak pakai tag. Kenapa encik kasi mereka masuk? Anak saya nak terkencing sakit perut sangat2 tak kasi masuk? Kenapa? Is it because mereka orang putih? Kalau orang putih tak pakai tag bole masuk.. kasi lepas. Anak saya nak terkencing, terberak tak kasi masuk&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was clueless a few seconds n then said those &lt;em&gt;org putih takde otak tak paham2 kena pakai tag&lt;/em&gt;. Then I said &lt;em&gt;pasal takde otak u kasi mereka masuk&lt;/em&gt;? He then babbling about the rules which I don’t even understand what he was trying to tell. At the end what I hear was he asked me to lodge the complain to the office. I said YES. Definitely I will make a report about this to the school. If u want to be strict, do it to everybody regardless who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is equal in this school. Be it you are the child of chief judge or maybe minister or any big tycoon, we should be treated equally. I pay the same amount of money as them to put my children in this school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of many incidents that I have faced with the security guard. I cannot deny that there are who are very nice. Mostly &lt;em&gt;yg gila kuasa, from satu kaum ni.. yg always lebih2&lt;/em&gt; like they own the place. I live in a gated residential area with fully tight security. The guards here are from Nepal who is very nice n polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the one that sometimes rude n &lt;em&gt;lebih2 are local n orang2 tua&lt;/em&gt;. I understand they are doing their job. They have to face with lots of different situations. As for me.. &lt;em&gt;mmg lah geram n bengang sangat kalau dapat pakcik guard yg lebih2 ni…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1551876683711176532?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1551876683711176532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1551876683711176532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1551876683711176532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1551876683711176532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/security-guard.html' title='The Security Guard'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sx4Selj9HrI/AAAAAAAAEJk/GJ9_jpil800/s72-c/security+guard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7486148124185580947</id><published>2009-12-07T10:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:44:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was so occupied n busy with lots of functions during my recent weekend. In fact there were lots activities need to be attended at my children’s school in the whole stretch of last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;End of the year is always the favourite time for wedding ceremony. We got a few intivations from friends n relatives since November. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Terasa mcm org2 tua pula org jemput ke kenduri.. ahaks..&lt;/span&gt; My dad came down from Alor Setar to attend my cousin’s wedding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxmMMHf6_I/AAAAAAAAEJM/_fKGMvIGhAc/s1600-h/nabila%27s+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412313211789634546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxmMMHf6_I/AAAAAAAAEJM/_fKGMvIGhAc/s320/nabila%27s+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxmMhz8wDI/AAAAAAAAEJU/cxuB5s7JeHk/s1600-h/nabila%27s+wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412313217613217842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxmMhz8wDI/AAAAAAAAEJU/cxuB5s7JeHk/s320/nabila%27s+wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The akad nikah was held on Friday evening at one of the mosque in Putrajaya. It followed by kenduri on Saturday which also was held at Putrajaya - Taman Wetland. It was a beautiful garden wedding with nice traditional Negeri Sembilan foods. The weather was nice too, no rain n the sun shined brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Sunday we drove down to Malacca to attend my hubby’s cousin wedding. We left the kids at home as I’ve planned for them another activity in the evening. In the evening at 4.30 I brought the kids to attend their cousin’s concert (Fatini, Emir) which held at Muzium Negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxlKzUC9RI/AAAAAAAAEJE/k-WnR38XL8k/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412312088439878930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxlKzUC9RI/AAAAAAAAEJE/k-WnR38XL8k/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxlKTUyaxI/AAAAAAAAEI8/WXvnfs-MmBw/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412312079853054738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxlKTUyaxI/AAAAAAAAEI8/WXvnfs-MmBw/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxkjjSkImI/AAAAAAAAEIk/Xuwq3by5bFU/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311414123799138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxkjjSkImI/AAAAAAAAEIk/Xuwq3by5bFU/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were looking forward for this occasion. We arrived a bit late but just enough time not to miss the first show. Fatini looked so fabulous with her colourful costumes. She danced, smiled n performed confident happily on the stage. Well done Fatini. You are the superstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxklwzMa7I/AAAAAAAAEI0/8K2V-4j3yjM/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311452110056370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxklwzMa7I/AAAAAAAAEI0/8K2V-4j3yjM/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxxp0yJ5NKI/AAAAAAAAEJc/z6d1SaIBsPU/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412317207729878178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxxp0yJ5NKI/AAAAAAAAEJc/z6d1SaIBsPU/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxklYPf70I/AAAAAAAAEIs/vZyTSGnQtKg/s1600-h/fatini%2Bemir+concert5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311445517889346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxklYPf70I/AAAAAAAAEIs/vZyTSGnQtKg/s200/fatini%2Bemir+concert5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the little Emir I hardly recognized him on the stage after the ‘make over’. He looked so grown up n handsome with the spiky hair. As just like Hakeem, Emir loves the microphone so much! All we could here was only his voice among others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nabila n Hakeem enjoyed the show very much. That’s how my weekend goes. This week I have more party n concert at my children’s school. There is another week to go before their end of term…&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/8390519923938510163-7486148124185580947?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7486148124185580947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7486148124185580947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7486148124185580947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7486148124185580947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxxmMMHf6_I/AAAAAAAAEJM/_fKGMvIGhAc/s72-c/nabila%27s+wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8531267490718304061</id><published>2009-12-03T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:39:14.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today Hakeem had his birthday party at school. His birthday is actually on 28th Dec. Last year he didn’t do it at school coz his birthday always falls during school holiday. So this year we decided to do it earlier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiBb6BMNVI/AAAAAAAAEIU/KXL4Jdc7hPM/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411217268716352850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiBb6BMNVI/AAAAAAAAEIU/KXL4Jdc7hPM/s320/birthday+hakeem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiA1sWmrZI/AAAAAAAAEIM/_Igu4cYqFE8/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411216612213042578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiA1sWmrZI/AAAAAAAAEIM/_Igu4cYqFE8/s320/birthday+hakeem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hakeem was very excited n really looking forward last night. As planned, this afternoon I brought cupcakes, drinks n party packs for his classmates. The party started with a statue dance which all the kids were so excited about. Then they sang a birthday song to Hakeem in various kind of languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiA1Lw9H0I/AAAAAAAAEIE/xRvFCjb9Y9A/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411216603465195330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiA1Lw9H0I/AAAAAAAAEIE/xRvFCjb9Y9A/s320/birthday+hakeem4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiAKXID4vI/AAAAAAAAEH8/OA5pnd7ojb4/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215867780522738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiAKXID4vI/AAAAAAAAEH8/OA5pnd7ojb4/s320/birthday+hakeem5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiAJ2ZvBrI/AAAAAAAAEH0/uZ-H0Eg9WLU/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215858996283058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiAJ2ZvBrI/AAAAAAAAEH0/uZ-H0Eg9WLU/s320/birthday+hakeem6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiBcdQkevI/AAAAAAAAEIc/934EVDM9JHU/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411217278176099058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiBcdQkevI/AAAAAAAAEIc/934EVDM9JHU/s320/birthday+hakeem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakeem a proud boy, sitting on the chair with a big smile on his face. When asked he said “I am 5 years old”. Well.. technically he is right as he is going to be 6 years old on this coming 28th Dec. I told him u can tell people that u are 6 years old now. But he insists that he is still 5 years old until 28th Dec.. ok.. ok.. Hakeem.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh_ZVUFhkI/AAAAAAAAEHs/6PK0pdfGA6Y/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215025480500802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh_ZVUFhkI/AAAAAAAAEHs/6PK0pdfGA6Y/s320/birthday+hakeem7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh_Y2bmAVI/AAAAAAAAEHk/KN8zjQSuVCg/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411215017190490450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh_Y2bmAVI/AAAAAAAAEHk/KN8zjQSuVCg/s320/birthday+hakeem8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh-id7x_2I/AAAAAAAAEHc/Nx-ih9o6gMQ/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411214082901671778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh-id7x_2I/AAAAAAAAEHc/Nx-ih9o6gMQ/s320/birthday+hakeem9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh-h5NzR2I/AAAAAAAAEHU/NNOxPD6-Nhw/s1600-h/birthday+hakeem10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411214073045141346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sxh-h5NzR2I/AAAAAAAAEHU/NNOxPD6-Nhw/s320/birthday+hakeem10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. the kids love the cuppies that I baked. Hakeem is also a happy boy today. I have three December babies.. There will be party n more party coming this month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8531267490718304061?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8531267490718304061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8531267490718304061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8531267490718304061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8531267490718304061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-birthday-party.html' title='Another Birthday Party'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxiBb6BMNVI/AAAAAAAAEIU/KXL4Jdc7hPM/s72-c/birthday+hakeem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-56634961187578333</id><published>2009-11-28T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:17:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday - Nadira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxNYsAJ7OoI/AAAAAAAAEHM/w7IV0iePy0Q/s1600/nadira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409765090381216386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxNYsAJ7OoI/AAAAAAAAEHM/w7IV0iePy0Q/s320/nadira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is my daughter, Nadira’s 15th birthday. Time flies so fast that Nadira or all of us call her DEEA is now 15 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has grown up to a tall beautiful girl. When I am with her people always mistaken us as friends, sisters or cousins. This is the best part when u have a grown up girls! It is either people look at my daughters who grown up so matured or me who looks younger. I like the last part.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira sometimes could be an angel to me. She is very thoughtful n considerate person. She loves her brother n sisters so much. I can count on her to take care of them. Of times she sometimes drives me crazy with her cranky moods n unexpected behaviour. We do sometimes have different views n opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Nadira.. believe me no matter what I REALLY DO LOVE YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadira, mommy wishes u a very happy birthday. Mommy always prays that u will be success in your life. I will not stop hoping n wishing the best for you.&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/8390519923938510163-56634961187578333?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/56634961187578333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=56634961187578333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/56634961187578333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/56634961187578333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-nadira.html' title='Happy Birthday - Nadira'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SxNYsAJ7OoI/AAAAAAAAEHM/w7IV0iePy0Q/s72-c/nadira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8141076255063016991</id><published>2009-11-25T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:15:51.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizing A Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Planning or organizing a party, gathering or &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; will never be an easy task. Be it either months or weeks before or last minute, the pressure is still the same. As for me I take this as a challenging task. It’s something that I actually love doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember exactly when was my first party or &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; organized by me, but I am sure it was when I was still young n single. Since I was small I used to see my mom, dad received guests at our home. My mom normally cooked all the foods. She prepared everything from scratch. I guessed that was how I got all the influence n inspiration how to organize an event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lucky that hubby has the same interest with me, we love to call out friends or relatives just to &lt;em&gt;lepak2&lt;/em&gt; at our home. Then I would love to experiment n venture with my new recipes. As for this kind of function, not much hassle to me. I just have to make sure there will be enough foods on the table laid up properly nicely for the guest. To me the presentation is the key. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to have an expensive or branded tea set/table ware or probably nice beautiful laces table cloth, it would be appealing if you could just laid up everything in style. I have been practising this since the first day I organized an event. I don’t only do this to my guest but also to my family as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a birthday party, I’ve been doing this every year to all my children. No matter what, I want my children to celebrate this special moment with the family or friends. I normally do it at home. I’ve stop buying birthday cake for my children probably 6 years ago. They want me to bake the cake for their birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to make a party for them, I have to zoom in whether the party is just for the parents to meet n chat or it is solely for the kids to enjoy. When I was staying abroad having a birthday party at the restaurant or party place was not cheap. Even here in KL/Selangor is not cheap either. I’ve checked around the average cost around RM50 per child. This is including foods n entertainments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is the budget. If I were to invite 30 children then I have to spend RM1500. What if some parents might want to stay then I have to prepare the adult foods too. Then probably some of the children bringing their siblings, the number of children will be increased. Some party place they limit to certain number of children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why the recent birthday party for Nabila, I did it at home. I’ve started planning 2 weeks before the event. This was the first time she invited her classmates to her party. On my list I have 30 children which at the end turned up 38! I preferred to cook all the foods including birthday cake. As for the entertainment I found one good magician n clown with reasonable affordable price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children loved the magic show which was very entertaining plus the clown who was non sop mingled around sculpturing the balloons. I then had one photographer to take all the pictures. Trust me it’s good to have one as you will never have time to snap all the pictures. For the first time ever, I didn’t have a camera in my hand for this kind of event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were totally enjoying themselves including the parents! They went back smiling with each of them carrying a party pack. Yes.. party pack is very important. The children won’t leave till they get the party pack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the foods finished. Believe it or not I spent less then RM1500! I have around 40 kids and 20 adults that came to the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the party was the successful event.  Though there were hiccups here n there but as an amateur me n the *team managed to overcome it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anybody interested to have a function or birthday party.. &lt;em&gt;jgn segan2&lt;/em&gt; to call me.. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harga boleh dirunding…. ahaks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the team consists of 4 energetic ladies with full of inspired inspirations. thanks girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8141076255063016991?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8141076255063016991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8141076255063016991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8141076255063016991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8141076255063016991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/organizing-birthday-party.html' title='Organizing A Birthday Party'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1220147696433426909</id><published>2009-11-21T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:54:26.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabila's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkuV4q2NnI/AAAAAAAAEGo/cZbQzws2EYg/s1600/birthday+party+at+home3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406903781159220850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkuV4q2NnI/AAAAAAAAEGo/cZbQzws2EYg/s320/birthday+party+at+home3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwksU7BAVSI/AAAAAAAAEGg/1ZFsDzPKkPg/s1600/birthday+party+at+home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406901565585904930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwksU7BAVSI/AAAAAAAAEGg/1ZFsDzPKkPg/s320/birthday+party+at+home2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as planned we organized a birthday party for Nabila. The party started at 3.00pm. Alhamdullilah all went well as planned. I always wanted to have a party for her which she can invite all her classmates. Normally we make a party invited only her cousins. This time around I told her she can invite all her friends including cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Her theme party today was a ROCK STAR party. She chose the theme by herself.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dah besar ah anak dara ni sorang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Those who turned up were so sporting dressed up like a rock star with the spiky hair, glittery outfit n accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwksUeXl7EI/AAAAAAAAEGY/tjZ--kD3wx4/s1600/birthday+party+at+home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406901557896014914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwksUeXl7EI/AAAAAAAAEGY/tjZ--kD3wx4/s320/birthday+party+at+home1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkuWYUZZEI/AAAAAAAAEGw/7VL4YuAbI_Y/s1600/birthday+party+at+home4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406903789654991938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkuWYUZZEI/AAAAAAAAEGw/7VL4YuAbI_Y/s320/birthday+party+at+home4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizing a birthday party at home will never be easy (which I’m going to write in my next post). Since this party has more kids compare to adults, I have to make sure that the kids were really enjoying themselves n well entertained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Therefore I hired a person to entertain them, clown n &lt;a href="http://www.ejikthemagicproduction.com/"&gt;magician&lt;/a&gt;. We also have games for the kids which they can win prizes. The party ended around 5.00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could see that all the kids were totally enjoying themselves especially the birthday girl Nabila. She was so happy to have her friends n cousins around. Tonight she definitely will have a good sleep after opening lots of presents that she got.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I will post up more party pictures after it ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-1220147696433426909?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1220147696433426909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1220147696433426909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1220147696433426909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1220147696433426909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/nabilas-birthday-party.html' title='Nabila&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkuV4q2NnI/AAAAAAAAEGo/cZbQzws2EYg/s72-c/birthday+party+at+home3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1338899834042662243</id><published>2009-11-19T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:16:16.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday - Nur Nabila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Nabila’s birthday. She is 7 years old. She woke up in the morning listening to my birthday song.. Then followed by phone calls from her daddy, sisters, aunties n uncles. She was so happy n excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkpqvnNDYI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/WFwL8ZipeWM/s1600/nabila+bday+party+at+class1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406898641947135362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkpqvnNDYI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/WFwL8ZipeWM/s320/nabila+bday+party+at+class1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkpqD2eT1I/AAAAAAAAEGI/hV8DLxvnhS8/s1600/nabila+bday+party+at+class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406898630200020818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkpqD2eT1I/AAAAAAAAEGI/hV8DLxvnhS8/s320/nabila+bday+party+at+class2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I went to her class to have a small birthday celebration for her. I made cuppies requested by her. We plan to have a birthday party for her over this weekend inviting her classmates n cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkonkigTwI/AAAAAAAAEGA/wt2snORdGFk/s1600/nabila+bday+party+at+class3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406897487923400450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkonkigTwI/AAAAAAAAEGA/wt2snORdGFk/s200/nabila+bday+party+at+class3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Swkonb9focI/AAAAAAAAEF4/UtUO_-Ndn4U/s1600/nabila+bday+party+at+class4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406897485620683202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Swkonb9focI/AAAAAAAAEF4/UtUO_-Ndn4U/s200/nabila+bday+party+at+class4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Swkom_wmfZI/AAAAAAAAEFw/HhAtKJag6TY/s1600/nabila+bday+party+at+class5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406897478050413970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Swkom_wmfZI/AAAAAAAAEFw/HhAtKJag6TY/s200/nabila+bday+party+at+class5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my dear sweet girl, Nur Nabila. You’ve grown up so fast without mommy noticing it. Nabila is matured compare to her age. She is very independent, considerate n smart girl. I always pray n wish that she will grown up to be healthy, happy n have an excellent future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happy birthday n mommy loves u so very much.&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/8390519923938510163-1338899834042662243?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1338899834042662243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1338899834042662243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1338899834042662243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1338899834042662243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-7th-birthday-nur-nabila.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday - Nur Nabila'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwkpqvnNDYI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/WFwL8ZipeWM/s72-c/nabila+bday+party+at+class1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-7743609627118281310</id><published>2009-11-16T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:10:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations To My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwFHTREpkII/AAAAAAAAEFg/U3ooIl_gK7s/s1600/boy+convo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404679424147296386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwFHTREpkII/AAAAAAAAEFg/U3ooIl_gK7s/s320/boy+convo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwFHSylvdfI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tjP-z90HLhU/s1600/boy+convo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404679415964595698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwFHSylvdfI/AAAAAAAAEFY/tjP-z90HLhU/s320/boy+convo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I went to attend my youngest brother, Nadmin Syah@Boy Open University Malaysia convocation day. The event started at 2.00pm. I fetched my kids in the afternoon n rushed back home. Then I took a taxi to PWTC. It was raining n I was so relieved to be able arrived at PWTC before the event started.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9p-me4kI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Qy9NIvimcDM/s1600/boy+convo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404668819209642562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9p-me4kI/AAAAAAAAEFI/Qy9NIvimcDM/s320/boy+convo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9qWLyk2I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/9s87xRHb2fw/s1600/boy+convo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404668825540137826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9qWLyk2I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/9s87xRHb2fw/s320/boy+convo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro received his degree scroll - Bachelor of Arts in Business Admin (BBA) from Pro Chancellor, YBhg. Tan Sri Azman Hashim. My bro who is now working at one of the government&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sector took this distance learning course to further his study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9EfoixdI/AAAAAAAAEFA/PuAB89J83ko/s1600/boy+convo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404668175241627090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9EfoixdI/AAAAAAAAEFA/PuAB89J83ko/s320/boy+convo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9D73rORI/AAAAAAAAEE4/qiCfEeIHwlo/s1600/boy+convo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404668165641419026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwE9D73rORI/AAAAAAAAEE4/qiCfEeIHwlo/s320/boy+convo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually my mom’s wish. My mom told him to further his study to the highest level as he can. And alhamdullilah, though our mom is not around anymore, my bro fulfilled her wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My dad couldn’t be here n as an eldest in the family I attended this big day. I never attend any convocation day except mine n this event was grand as it was done in PWTC. I was so proud looking at my bro walking up to the stage receiving the scroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am very sure if my mom is still alive she will be the happiest person n a proud mom. Congratulations Boy, we are so proud of u. Well done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-7743609627118281310?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/7743609627118281310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=7743609627118281310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7743609627118281310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/7743609627118281310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/congratulations-to-my-brother.html' title='Congratulations To My Brother'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwFHTREpkII/AAAAAAAAEFg/U3ooIl_gK7s/s72-c/boy+convo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3418453900107029528</id><published>2009-11-15T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:31:41.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weekend is great. Beside I got a break from my routine I always have many people or guests at home. My dearest cousie – Piqah comes every weekend (please don’t stop k..) which cheered up our house. She is always around to entertain my children which they love so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWxUL9cWI/AAAAAAAAEEg/RTK6cAwiMzU/s1600-h/weekend1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404344589332869474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWxUL9cWI/AAAAAAAAEEg/RTK6cAwiMzU/s200/weekend1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWyUfOFOI/AAAAAAAAEEw/lZk6lxTyqkQ/s1600-h/emir+birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404344606593520866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWyUfOFOI/AAAAAAAAEEw/lZk6lxTyqkQ/s200/emir+birthday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWxwQm9MI/AAAAAAAAEEo/cBv4vxVfvcI/s1600-h/emir+birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404344596868560066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWxwQm9MI/AAAAAAAAEEo/cBv4vxVfvcI/s200/emir+birthday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my MIL came over brought my two little nieces to attend Emir’s birthday. They were all totally enjoying the party. Happy Birthday to Emir. You’ve grown up handsomely n don’t even look like a 4th year old boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAUZ4OVmTI/AAAAAAAAEEY/lskcLnD-DRU/s1600-h/weekend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404341987666401586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAUZ4OVmTI/AAAAAAAAEEY/lskcLnD-DRU/s320/weekend2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAUZbokWKI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/jXgjiaURk4M/s1600-h/weekend3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404341979991791778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAUZbokWKI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/jXgjiaURk4M/s320/weekend3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party we went to Ikea. As usual the place was crowded with people. We were just there for a while. At night we had our dinner outside. &lt;em&gt;Makan besar.. sampai kekenyangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_6Xt9UbqI/AAAAAAAAEEI/IZY-jX08uaU/s1600-h/pidin+wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404313363248606882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_6Xt9UbqI/AAAAAAAAEEI/IZY-jX08uaU/s320/pidin+wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_3FYcghaI/AAAAAAAAED4/pdxRV2zdzxQ/s1600-h/pidin+wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404309749701313954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_3FYcghaI/AAAAAAAAED4/pdxRV2zdzxQ/s320/pidin+wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning me n hubby brought MIL, Fifi to morning market near Stadium Shah Alam. We had our breakfast there n browse around after that. In the afternoon we went to Pidin’s wedding held at Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_6XCXeqZI/AAAAAAAAEEA/ydGrtLR2964/s1600-h/pidin+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404313351547169170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_6XCXeqZI/AAAAAAAAEEA/ydGrtLR2964/s320/pidin+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_3E5mVLEI/AAAAAAAAEDw/78Kzk4GjkMo/s1600-h/pidin+wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404309741421014082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Sv_3E5mVLEI/AAAAAAAAEDw/78Kzk4GjkMo/s320/pidin+wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My weekend was really packed with activities. Two days just went off so quick. Wish it could be more longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3418453900107029528?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3418453900107029528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3418453900107029528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3418453900107029528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3418453900107029528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SwAWxUL9cWI/AAAAAAAAEEg/RTK6cAwiMzU/s72-c/weekend1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-2127794086336333291</id><published>2009-11-13T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:49:14.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear With Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bear with me for a while to have u all read my boring n emotional post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I wakes in the morning feeling sad n miserable. I had a rough time back few days. My life is more focussing about my children n home. I have grown up daughters with their unexplainable behaviour, emotional which sometime drive me to the wall. At that point I feel like to bang my head or scream out loud to make them understand what the real world is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my two little kiddos who non-stop seeking attentions. I sometimes felt guilty to ignore them especially when they were trying to tell me something. They always come at the wrong time where I probably was busy cooking or in the middle of doing something. Then both of them now have started saying n arguing that I love one of them more than another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid also sometimes drives me nuts. She is now seems to forget lots of things that I told her to do. I have to tell her over n over again. I tried very hard not to scream at her face or say things what I am not suppose to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have my big baby – the hubby who needs 100% attentions too. I sometimes neglected him a bit.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry k.. didn’t mean to do that&lt;/span&gt;. When people look at me they might think I am a leisure woman who has nothing to do or problems to think. I might not have pressure like those who works in the office but try to be me. The housework, children n stress are the never ending story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a kind of person who sometimes takes things seriously. It might be something that might be nonsense or not important to others but it is a BIG thing to me. I will keep thinking n analysing it over n over again till I got head ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make sure my home is clean, children organize, cook special meal n everybody is happy. Well.. u could say that’s my job n what is there to complain as others like me do the same thing too. Yeah… right.. if everything going smooth I have nothing to complain then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one say life would be easy n smooth all the time. I better stop now. I’m going down to take panadol, cook for lunch n baking. Yeah.. I will bake some muffins today. That will shine my day. Chill…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8390519923938510163-2127794086336333291?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/2127794086336333291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=2127794086336333291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2127794086336333291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/2127794086336333291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear With Me...'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3652697473877121045</id><published>2009-11-11T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:25:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gingerbread Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4wBmbVMI/AAAAAAAAEDo/i3jLL_Mt4LU/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402833838187173058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4wBmbVMI/AAAAAAAAEDo/i3jLL_Mt4LU/s320/gingerbread+man+show1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4vx8EZxI/AAAAAAAAEDg/B6Io1Xu9pes/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402833833982977810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4vx8EZxI/AAAAAAAAEDg/B6Io1Xu9pes/s320/gingerbread+man+show2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Hakeem’s class show. I went to see this morning. It was their first show of the term – Gingerbread Man story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4PpWJWxI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MUBc31Jh3cE/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402833281920621330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4PpWJWxI/AAAAAAAAEDY/MUBc31Jh3cE/s320/gingerbread+man+show3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4PV2H-TI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/JITz-ZSI2z8/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402833276686039346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4PV2H-TI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/JITz-ZSI2z8/s320/gingerbread+man+show4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was about a gingerbread man cookie baked by an old lady that later on turned alive. The gingerbread man got up and ran out of the open window. He has been chased by all the animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq3kcH9aOI/AAAAAAAAEDI/-46KB6QRpfM/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402832539637082338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq3kcH9aOI/AAAAAAAAEDI/-46KB6QRpfM/s320/gingerbread+man+show5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq3j0Dul0I/AAAAAAAAEDA/wMvNvjKkfOY/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402832528881915714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq3j0Dul0I/AAAAAAAAEDA/wMvNvjKkfOY/s320/gingerbread+man+show6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakeem played the role as a sly n cunning fox! When the gingerbread man met the fox, the fox offered him help. The fox tricked him which at the end the fox threw him straight into his mouth. And that was the end of the Gingerbread man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq2UFqPt-I/AAAAAAAAEC4/oBnAjJdlkpY/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402831159217338338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq2UFqPt-I/AAAAAAAAEC4/oBnAjJdlkpY/s320/gingerbread+man+show7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq2TpHJz0I/AAAAAAAAECw/dfiTj85wV68/s1600-h/gingerbread+man+show8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402831151553957698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq2TpHJz0I/AAAAAAAAECw/dfiTj85wV68/s320/gingerbread+man+show8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakeem played the roll very well. He spoke out clearly n acted naturally. Hakeem actually loves to act on the stage especially when he is given a chance to hold the microphone. Well done Hakeem.. You did it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3652697473877121045?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3652697473877121045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3652697473877121045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3652697473877121045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3652697473877121045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/gingerbread-man.html' title='The Gingerbread Man'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/Svq4wBmbVMI/AAAAAAAAEDo/i3jLL_Mt4LU/s72-c/gingerbread+man+show1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-802671513356894498</id><published>2009-11-08T21:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:09:45.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhaniah's Engagement Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbOqDC4jFI/AAAAAAAAECo/UyM5aKMRJi0/s1600-h/dhaniah+e-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401732024844717138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbOqDC4jFI/AAAAAAAAECo/UyM5aKMRJi0/s320/dhaniah+e-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was the day for Dhaniah bt Dato Ahmad, her engagement day. The ceremony was held at my aunty’s house n it was so grand n &lt;em&gt;tersangat meriahnya&lt;/em&gt;. My father was the important person represent from the girl’s side, who did all the traditions talking stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNqfmv9dI/AAAAAAAAECQ/wWPgJuaGKN0/s1600-h/danny+e-day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730932999714258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNqfmv9dI/AAAAAAAAECQ/wWPgJuaGKN0/s200/danny+e-day3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKgGbEtNI/AAAAAAAAEBI/9yoYxDuVu54/s1600-h/danny+e-day12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727455906280658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKgGbEtNI/AAAAAAAAEBI/9yoYxDuVu54/s200/danny+e-day12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMipY-OeI/AAAAAAAAECI/qrwKGh5RNyE/s1600-h/danny+e-day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729698675702242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMipY-OeI/AAAAAAAAECI/qrwKGh5RNyE/s200/danny+e-day4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ceremony started with &lt;em&gt;upacara berbalas pantun&lt;/em&gt; which was so beautiful &lt;em&gt;penuh adat istiadat&lt;/em&gt;. Then followed with the gifts (&lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt;) exchanged. Dhaniah then had being called upon to sit at the lovely &lt;em&gt;pelamin&lt;/em&gt; to receive the engagement ring from her future mother in-law.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNq2GHsEI/AAAAAAAAECY/HkQwGuM6Y4s/s1600-h/danny+e-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730939036872770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNq2GHsEI/AAAAAAAAECY/HkQwGuM6Y4s/s200/danny+e-day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMhiUirVI/AAAAAAAAEB4/AWarws2DBQ0/s1600-h/danny+e-day6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729679598202194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMhiUirVI/AAAAAAAAEB4/AWarws2DBQ0/s200/danny+e-day6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNrHtiVnI/AAAAAAAAECg/ptrrDaxnQyA/s1600-h/danny+e-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730943765599858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbNrHtiVnI/AAAAAAAAECg/ptrrDaxnQyA/s200/danny+e-day1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLeTyqz5I/AAAAAAAAEBw/j-L-B41GKzo/s1600-h/danny+e-day7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401728524646797202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLeTyqz5I/AAAAAAAAEBw/j-L-B41GKzo/s200/danny+e-day7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMiAl4zqI/AAAAAAAAECA/ZAsdvMp9lOE/s1600-h/danny+e-day5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401729687724019362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbMiAl4zqI/AAAAAAAAECA/ZAsdvMp9lOE/s200/danny+e-day5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLdzGWGVI/AAAAAAAAEBo/wGyp_q3_SUY/s1600-h/danny+e-day8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401728515870955858" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLdzGWGVI/AAAAAAAAEBo/wGyp_q3_SUY/s200/danny+e-day8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony has being held successfully. The food was good too. I could see that my aunty n uncle were so please n delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLdiGeviI/AAAAAAAAEBg/2XMnN0haqiM/s1600-h/danny+e-day9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401728511308119586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbLdiGeviI/AAAAAAAAEBg/2XMnN0haqiM/s200/danny+e-day9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKg8ny6lI/AAAAAAAAEBY/fZnEo1b4Kq4/s1600-h/danny+e-day10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727470455155282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKg8ny6lI/AAAAAAAAEBY/fZnEo1b4Kq4/s200/danny+e-day10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKgkbOx5I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/sdQmByFayJU/s1600-h/danny+e-day11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401727463960004498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbKgkbOx5I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/sdQmByFayJU/s200/danny+e-day11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhaniah looked so stunning n beautiful. Congratulations Dhaniah. We all are happy for you.&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/8390519923938510163-802671513356894498?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/802671513356894498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=802671513356894498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/802671513356894498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/802671513356894498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/dhaniahs-engagement-ceremony.html' title='Dhaniah&apos;s Engagement Ceremony'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvbOqDC4jFI/AAAAAAAAECo/UyM5aKMRJi0/s72-c/dhaniah+e-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3875141797411367137</id><published>2009-11-05T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:26:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey Back To Alor Setar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going back to Alor Setar today to attend my dearest cousin, Dhaniah’s engagement ceremony. The ceremony will be on Saturday. I am going back earlier to help out &lt;em&gt;mana yang patut&lt;/em&gt;. But actually more to gather n &lt;em&gt;kepo2 je&lt;/em&gt;. My aunty from Johor has arrived yesterday n the rest will be going back soon starting from me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is going to be very excited as the last &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; from my side was my bro, Amil’s wedding. Though this is only an engagement but I can foresee my aunty will make it as grand as possible. My children will be off from school for 2 days (Read this: Feel GUILTY Dhaniah….). They all are looking forward as well. I am bringing back my niece &amp;amp; nephew along with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF9Zrp6izI/AAAAAAAAEA4/o-sF85IRQIo/s1600-h/cheese+cupcake+with+blueberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235308362664754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF9Zrp6izI/AAAAAAAAEA4/o-sF85IRQIo/s320/cheese+cupcake+with+blueberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF9Z-lZZQI/AAAAAAAAEBA/BPzlT0vJOOs/s1600-h/orange+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400235313443988738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF9Z-lZZQI/AAAAAAAAEBA/BPzlT0vJOOs/s320/orange+cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also make special cuppies for the day. Varieties of orange cupcake, cheese blueberry cupcake, banana cupcake with caramel pecan topping n carrot cupcake with cream cheese frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF87Ccv7gI/AAAAAAAAEAo/PCVkfirqE3o/s1600-h/banana+cupcake+with+caramel+pecan+topping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400234781905513986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF87Ccv7gI/AAAAAAAAEAo/PCVkfirqE3o/s320/banana+cupcake+with+caramel+pecan+topping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF87iIDIGI/AAAAAAAAEAw/UYf-0ZGz7XU/s1600-h/carrot+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400234790408626274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF87iIDIGI/AAAAAAAAEAw/UYf-0ZGz7XU/s320/carrot+cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be driving n hubby will come later end of week to join us. Hopefully the traffic will be good n no raining. I will be arriving in the afternoon n tonight… nasi royale here I come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-3875141797411367137?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3875141797411367137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3875141797411367137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3875141797411367137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3875141797411367137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/journey-back-to-alor-setar.html' title='Journey Back To Alor Setar'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SvF9Zrp6izI/AAAAAAAAEA4/o-sF85IRQIo/s72-c/cheese+cupcake+with+blueberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-1537659483277951430</id><published>2009-11-03T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:27:51.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the last couple month hubby was “unemployed”. Most of his time was at home, meeting friends, spending time with kids n most of all be my ‘partner’ at anytime needed. And seriously it was so so good to have him around (&lt;em&gt;except time2 ‘terpe’leot lah....&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our activities started from early morning with sent kids to school, had breakfast anywhere we like which sometimes we even drove all the way to Kampung Baru. Then if we feel like to hang around at KL, we went straight away after sent kids n arrived at the place or mall which probably we were the first one to arrive! During night time after kids had settle for sleep, we sneaked out n headed to our favourite spot to have late supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I, both of us actually have got back to ‘normal life’. Hubby started his new job at the new place yesterday. He went out from house very early in the morning n got back home n night. Arrived home on the first day was the sad tired face of my husband. It was not the work but the traffic jam was the issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me those days during my working time. There were not a day that I could get back home without stuck in the jam. My kids were all grown up stuck behind in the car seat facing the jam with me. When we moved to Miri, it was a big relieve. The town is so green, calm n we love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spoilt with all this privilege that I got. I am please to stay in Shah Alam which I can go anywhere n find anything I want without going out from the district. Believe it or not that I am actually hardly going down to KL coz I hate to face the traffics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. who says life would be easy right? &lt;em&gt;Nak senang duduk rumah je..&lt;/em&gt; But money won’t fall down from the sky freely.. Like M.U.H said in his song - '&lt;em&gt;Lalalalalah hari-hari kerja. Lalalala bosan dengan kerja hahah. Lalalalalah itu baru kerja, kerja.&lt;/em&gt;’ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tapi duk rumah hari2 pun bosan gak…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. currently my honeymoon is over.. I am counting day n continuously checking dates for school holidays or any public holidays. Planning for our next family trip end of the year as our eldest will be home in December.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8390519923938510163-1537659483277951430?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/1537659483277951430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=1537659483277951430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1537659483277951430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/1537659483277951430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/11/honeymoon-is-over.html' title='Honeymoon Is Over'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-8567912650564438524</id><published>2009-10-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:52:28.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Pengantin Baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV901s_0CI/AAAAAAAAEAY/YCCJdNHBl0g/s1600-h/pidin+wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396858075195887650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV901s_0CI/AAAAAAAAEAY/YCCJdNHBl0g/s320/pidin+wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV91e3M7fI/AAAAAAAAEAg/uOOL7ywtU8Q/s1600-h/pidin+wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396858086244543986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV91e3M7fI/AAAAAAAAEAg/uOOL7ywtU8Q/s320/pidin+wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV85FigX5I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/qXO_7NBPQVc/s1600-h/pidin+wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396857048654700434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV85FigX5I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/qXO_7NBPQVc/s320/pidin+wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV84_0a1wI/AAAAAAAAEAI/XaqXoLhtQFQ/s1600-h/pidin+wedding4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396857047119222530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV84_0a1wI/AAAAAAAAEAI/XaqXoLhtQFQ/s320/pidin+wedding4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is a big day for Pidin, son of our dearest friend – Arwah Prof &lt;a href="http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-dearest-friend-professor-iskandar.html"&gt;Iskandar &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Prof &lt;a href="http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2008/07/al-fatihah-professor-dr-jamaliah.html"&gt;Jamaliah&lt;/a&gt;. Finally Pidin.. &lt;em&gt;kahwin ko jugak ye..&lt;/em&gt; We arrived at Alor Gajah right after the &lt;em&gt;akad nikah&lt;/em&gt; ceremony. I saw the happy face of Pidin smiling to us when he saw us. He looked very smart n handsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Naik seri pengantin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7_hU9ewI/AAAAAAAAEAA/U8c6wl979A4/s1600-h/pidin+wedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396856059681667842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7_hU9ewI/AAAAAAAAEAA/U8c6wl979A4/s320/pidin+wedding5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7BDh-_NI/AAAAAAAAD_o/A-s3724lt3I/s1600-h/pidin+wedding8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396854986531339474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7BDh-_NI/AAAAAAAAD_o/A-s3724lt3I/s320/pidin+wedding8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7_hU9ewI/AAAAAAAAEAA/U8c6wl979A4/s1600-h/pidin+wedding5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After lunch we waited for the newly wed couple for the &lt;em&gt;sanding&lt;/em&gt; ceremony. This was the funny part as Uci who was the best man had to pay ‘toll’ before Pidin could sit on the &lt;em&gt;pelamin&lt;/em&gt;. This is the tradition that is still practise in our Malay tradition culture. I guessed Uci never knew n expected this to happen as he was clueless n panicked.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV4R6y3VVI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/j-WNxjG1M2Q/s1600-h/pidin+wedding11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396851977709114706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV4R6y3VVI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/j-WNxjG1M2Q/s320/pidin+wedding11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV4RXQioyI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Z6NnoPHiaHY/s1600-h/pidin+wedding12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396851968169911074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV4RXQioyI/AAAAAAAAD_I/Z6NnoPHiaHY/s320/pidin+wedding12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left Pidin alone there negotiated with the toll guards. After minutes Uci came back talked n after a few RM notes given finally Pidin got to sit on the beautiful &lt;em&gt;pelamin&lt;/em&gt;. When I see Pidin n his wife, the brothers n Laila it reminded me lots of their parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7_PqurkI/AAAAAAAAD_4/c8xykT99RQg/s1600-h/pidin+wedding6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396856054941134402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7_PqurkI/AAAAAAAAD_4/c8xykT99RQg/s320/pidin+wedding6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7BrV4ocI/AAAAAAAAD_w/GGf0Haf-oJ0/s1600-h/pidin+wedding7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396854997218009538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV7BrV4ocI/AAAAAAAAD_w/GGf0Haf-oJ0/s320/pidin+wedding7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They managed to organize n arrange the big day without their parents around. I am very sure they got blessed from their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV6WaVZvrI/AAAAAAAAD_g/glOM1B5Llv8/s1600-h/pidin+wedding9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396854253918207666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV6WaVZvrI/AAAAAAAAD_g/glOM1B5Llv8/s320/pidin+wedding9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV6V3ByQqI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/NsCRv4DPheM/s1600-h/pidin+wedding10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396854244440687266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV6V3ByQqI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/NsCRv4DPheM/s320/pidin+wedding10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru Pidin dan semoga berbahagia dan berkekalan selamanya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390519923938510163-8567912650564438524?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/8567912650564438524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=8567912650564438524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8567912650564438524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/8567912650564438524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/selamat-pengantin-baru.html' title='Selamat Pengantin Baru'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuV901s_0CI/AAAAAAAAEAY/YCCJdNHBl0g/s72-c/pidin+wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390519923938510163.post-3823309464808551418</id><published>2009-10-23T20:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:22:56.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Together Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGd71DrLQI/AAAAAAAAD_A/6KDhvyDfpcU/s1600-h/brunch+friendss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395767479746899202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGd71DrLQI/AAAAAAAAD_A/6KDhvyDfpcU/s320/brunch+friendss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGd7brQNUI/AAAAAAAAD-4/8HpwDDOfv_k/s1600-h/brunch+friends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395767472933582146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGd7brQNUI/AAAAAAAAD-4/8HpwDDOfv_k/s320/brunch+friends2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I invited my buddies came over for brunch at home. I call them &lt;em&gt;perempuan2 cantik&lt;/em&gt; – Noorul &amp;amp; Nadia. Their children are Nabila &amp;amp; Hakeem classmate. Nadia has started her new hobby@business in baking cakes/cuppies. She also came to deliver the wedding cake I ordered for our family friends – Pidin’s &lt;em&gt;hantaran&lt;/em&gt; which is on this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGbsk7ezDI/AAAAAAAAD-I/vkaLE49scbo/s1600-h/pidin+wedding+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395765018696272946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGbsk7ezDI/AAAAAAAAD-I/vkaLE49scbo/s320/pidin+wedding+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGdNJ-JSuI/AAAAAAAAD-o/4LawwJurm6w/s1600-h/brunch+friends4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395766677907000034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGdNJ-JSuI/AAAAAAAAD-o/4LawwJurm6w/s320/brunch+friends4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked nasi lemak, ayam berempah, ketupat pulut &amp;amp; rendang, bake macaroni n for desert – cheese cake, chocolate cake n kek lapis. I was so pleased to have them around. Finally I managed to arrange this meeting as a few times it had been cancelled for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGcd9Q3rmI/AAAAAAAAD-g/aAbO6tK5kfM/s1600-h/brunch+children1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395765867042025058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGcd9Q3rmI/AAAAAAAAD-g/aAbO6tK5kfM/s320/brunch+children1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGcddEWi1I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/PsxIeMDSmAI/s1600-h/brunch+children2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395765858399587154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGcddEWi1I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/PsxIeMDSmAI/s320/brunch+children2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGbtCKYDqI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/GTfZhTmjIAs/s1600-h/brunch+children3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395765026543373986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGbtCKYDqI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/GTfZhTmjIAs/s320/brunch+children3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGdNaVk2nI/AAAAAAAAD-w/AH-GHWcL2Mo/s1600-h/brunch+friends3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395766682300242546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGdNaVk2nI/AAAAAAAAD-w/AH-GHWcL2Mo/s320/brunch+friends3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were having their good time too. After 5 days break from school they have started missing their friends. I will surely arrange this get-together session again. I actually seldom got to meet them at school. If there is an opportunity it was always a short time as everybody rushing to get back home. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nak bergosip pun kelam kabut je.. :)&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/8390519923938510163-3823309464808551418?l=voguemom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/feeds/3823309464808551418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8390519923938510163&amp;postID=3823309464808551418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3823309464808551418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8390519923938510163/posts/default/3823309464808551418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voguemom.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-together-session.html' title='Get Together Session'/><author><name>Vogue Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202022705155686094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13658375134967106210'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd_TMUoG_lo/SuGd71DrLQI/AAAAAAAAD_A/6KDhvyDfpcU/s72-c/brunch+friendss1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>