<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:37:26.734-08:00</updated><category term='takut'/><category term='suprise'/><category term='sayang'/><category term='me'/><category term='present'/><category term='lampu lip-lap'/><category term='selayang'/><category term='botol'/><category term='iffat'/><category term='coretan kalbu'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='kahwin'/><category term='Muharram'/><category term='sedih'/><category term='lampu kelip-kelip'/><title type='text'>My life in my eyes and your heart :)</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi all,

There is no welcome tea here but there is a simple welcome note to express my expression towards you, the reader of my blog.

Thanks for dropping by to my house and happy reading my stories..

For those who is interested with the stories and would like to know more about me, u may contact me via email, skhgkck@gmail.com or else just use the shout box below. I do appreciate that...

Regards,
Mrs.Azhir
"who laughs last, laughs longest"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-7936413798818534548</id><published>2011-05-26T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:52:00.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelik tapi benar</title><content type='html'>pelik tapi benar... manusia mudah lupa :(&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-7936413798818534548?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7936413798818534548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/05/pelik-tapi-benar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7936413798818534548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7936413798818534548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/05/pelik-tapi-benar.html' title='Pelik tapi benar'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1974383044267165802</id><published>2011-02-20T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:26:34.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>Yap, memang emo sangat2 lately but its getting personal and emotional dengan mulut yang sangat tak sayang mulut :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u are starts talking about my personal and make fun of it and it is getting personal dude - vengeance....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-1974383044267165802?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1974383044267165802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1974383044267165802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1974383044267165802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-8495014597511804933</id><published>2011-01-17T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:45:22.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>LOVE TO ME IS...</title><content type='html'>Salam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peps-hellkitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cik Peah&lt;/a&gt; ada buat contest so dah berhari2 memikirkan apa nak tulis dan apa nak karang so I will start mine macam nie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ada mestilah pada yang satu, para-para nabi, rasul, ibu bapa...semua itu comes first but today i wanna talk about LOVE to your partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, LOVE is no longer about 'romeo and juliet', you dream hero ker atau anything that fiction that only happen in your dream or you favorite movie...but it is not impossible, you can still pry harder and may Allah fulfill your doa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is something that we always take it for-granted and we only realise it when we have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when we think that our partner has never done enough in understanding you, treating you or loving you...You will keep comparing you partner with someone else 'plate' or even a movie star...or you will always think the bad side of your partner while the good side has always in the hidden place in you eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love drove me to office. I still remembered sometimes I have to worked late but I forgot to let him know. At the end, he had to wait for about 3 hours outside the office, alone in the car. But he didn't say anything and just drove me home seems like nothing had happened. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(That's not enough for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late since I have to accommodate iffat's night feeding milk, so my love woke up first and take bath after that it would be my turn and while I am taking my bath he will tie up the bed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(That's not enough for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He drove me to office and I often made issues and at the end we ended up quarrel with each other. and yet, he still gave me RM10 for my lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(That's not enough for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No matter how much we fight but he will always come back to me...A bouquet of flowers ever year sent to my office, coach handbag for birthday, gucci handbag for eid, a dopod as a present for delivering iffat, an ipod for anniversary...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Everything has yet to satisfied me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to drive to office by myself and finds out that I am all alone with no one to talk by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up alone and back home alone. I have to make sure iffat has not losing his father touch since my love comes home very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidy up our bed, filling petrol, checking my car condition, going to night market or jusco, taking care of iffat, watching television all alone. Missing my love warm hugs, quarrel, smell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that a young lady from my hubby's new office quite interested with him...and I am at home all alone smiling and hoping the my hubby's heart and soul remain for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for my hubby to be home but he came back home at 10 and my tummy was really painful and full of 'wind'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby was so sleepy and went to bed straight after playing with iffat for about 30 mnts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 9 weeks pregnant and I decided to take my dinner alone at 11.30pm. and guess what, I didn't even finish up my dinner since all of them thrown out out by me. I was in the toilet for about 15 mnts, 2 times and yet my hubby still dozing since he was so tired of working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, when you want to talk about LOVE...i just wanna say..LOVE TO ME IS;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Appreciate what you have because you will never know when to lose it and that's why i will never take it for-granted anymore. I have learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Uncertainty - You will never know will theirs heart and soul remain with the family and anyhow I am ready for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;battle &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Gosip, How the wife feeling eh kalau tahu si hubby leh ada hati dengan isteri orang..ish ish..Kalau i sure end of the day dah tu :p - kepada yang terasa, pikir2 lah..bad news spread fast and you will never know when it will reach ur wife. Dunia ini kecil aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pry harder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-8495014597511804933?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8495014597511804933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-me-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8495014597511804933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8495014597511804933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-to-me-is.html' title='LOVE TO ME IS...'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1314612570232493804</id><published>2011-01-09T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:57:54.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahagiakah anda...</title><content type='html'>Jika kita merampas hak orang lain pasti hak kita akan dirampas kembali!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah jadi perampas, hidup tak tenang pun atas kesengsaraan orang lain :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-1314612570232493804?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1314612570232493804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/bahagiakah-anda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1314612570232493804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1314612570232493804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/bahagiakah-anda.html' title='Bahagiakah anda...'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-8458026310691937219</id><published>2011-01-02T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:39:47.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine changed</title><content type='html'>My routine changed starting today as my hubby starting his first day at his new work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn upset this morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just realised my driving license expired on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29DEC2009&lt;/span&gt;. (Now is 2011, illegally drove my car this morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have to drive my old kancil after depending with my hubby for the past years! (I am spoiled)&lt;br /&gt;  - I had been honked by a satria aka evo wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;  - Almost have had an accident with a four wheel car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I think I am good in swearing after practicing this morning :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I need to duplicate office's key after sitting on the floor in front of the door for about 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;5) I need to settle all our debts since I am in charged now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am those self fish "woman" driver on the road after patiently giving 2-3 cars over took me. No mercy anymore. That's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby with 3 incomes which;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First major income only requires 1/3 of his time.&lt;br /&gt;A freelance job needs him physically be once a week or once every 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part time income which contribute 1/2 of the major income requires him to work 8am-6pm (may be later) because it is a semi government and we need those benefits! Syukur, Alhamdullilah..rezeki!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, my hubby wants a new challenge in his career and I've been effected indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my hubby is smiling right now while reading my entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a good partner, I just wanna tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SUPPORTING YOU AND PLZ BE GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU HAVE TO WORK LIKE A DOG!!! Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more, clock in and clock out at any time you like..&lt;br /&gt;All the procedures and policies need to be followed...&lt;br /&gt;The nicest and sweetest thing is YOU HAVE TO WEAR A LONG SLEEVE COLLAR AND A TIE..like you say, just like a sales man ha....aahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--back to work--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-8458026310691937219?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8458026310691937219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/routine-changed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8458026310691937219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8458026310691937219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2011/01/routine-changed.html' title='Routine changed'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1246814014674488784</id><published>2010-12-30T01:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:10:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell just like him!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning just to realize that my deodorant was finished. Since only 1 deodorant was available and neatly standing on our dressing room even though I know it obviously says 'MEN'...I have no choice but to use it or else my office will smell like aaarrrrggghhh...please do not imagine :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deodorant not only be my survivor but it makes me happy and feel so intimate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell makes me feel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-1246814014674488784?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1246814014674488784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-smile-just-like-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1246814014674488784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1246814014674488784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-smile-just-like-him.html' title='I smell just like him!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-8172179137917836374</id><published>2010-12-19T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T04:15:20.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Duri VS Madu</title><content type='html'>Yang duri ditatang-tatang bagai minyak yang penuh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang madu hanya sebelah mata dipandang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang duri  sudah naik kepala jenuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang madu sudah tarak tahan dong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana tu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-8172179137917836374?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8172179137917836374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/duri-vs-madu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8172179137917836374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8172179137917836374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/duri-vs-madu.html' title='Duri VS Madu'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6449680563659928716</id><published>2010-12-16T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:43:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check..wait...check..</title><content type='html'>Check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting!!!&lt;div 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title='Check..wait...check..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-2079101558082440691</id><published>2010-12-15T17:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:17:14.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Do you know this....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when people ask you about something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean he/she doesn't know it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that he/she wants to know what you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, DO NOT THINK THAT YOU KNOW EVERYTHING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-2079101558082440691?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2079101558082440691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-know-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2079101558082440691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2079101558082440691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-know-this.html' title='Do you know this....'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1040830372715497451</id><published>2010-12-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:57:36.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muharram'/><title type='text'>Salam Muharram..</title><content type='html'>Salam Muharram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muharram is here again and how have you started your 1st Muharram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun mine in a very sad beginning. Maybe, I just be too emotional with my surrounding :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many frustrations and I just could not spell it out. I hope it may turns out to be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I start to believe kindness is a sign of weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am afraid the other side of me taking in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pry harder for the guidance. Amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-1040830372715497451?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1040830372715497451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/salam-muharram.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1040830372715497451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/1040830372715497451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/12/salam-muharram.html' title='Salam Muharram..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-2896688473523976643</id><published>2010-10-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:38:08.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coretan kalbu'/><title type='text'>Coretan Kalbu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Apabila kemahuan didahului dari keperluan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maka keperluan menjadi beban,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kemahuan bertukar menjadi nafsu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup senang menjadi susah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kala apa dilakukan menjadi salah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syaitan berbisik menghasut-hasut,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bukan penyesalan di sudut hati,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi benci pada yang membantah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup mula menjadi penipu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menipu untuk menutup diri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada orang sekeliling semua,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disaksi Allah dan malaikat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi dilupa bahana menipu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup bermasalah tiada penyelesaian,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penipuan mula terungkai satu persatu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditutup lagi dengan penipuan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tika itu apa dikata dianggap tipu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sapa yang salah sapa yang betul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak disesal mahu bertaubat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itulah dia hidup kekufuran,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiada suara nasihat ingin didengar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanya pujian melangit untuk membangga diri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak disedar di dunia realiti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pujian hanya sementara buat hiburan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orang sekeliling memaju diri nampak kemajuan hari ke hari,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi hidupnya begitu saja mencari alasan kemajuan orang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orang berusaha dikatakan dibantu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak dilihat dirinya sentiasa dibantu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila rezeki tidak dihargai,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditarik sekali terus terasa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penyesalan hanya sekejap saja,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila rezeki kembali nafsu pun mendatang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup susah makin melarat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup bahagia menjadi sedih,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bahasa dikeluar dibantu syaitan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditinggal parut tidak diketahuan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alangkah indah kemahuan diganti keperluan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memewahkan semua mengukir senyuman,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hati tak gusar hidup senang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup dirahmati sepanjang hayat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika ingin kemahuan dituruti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berdikir-dikir sebelum membeli,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dikumpul-kumpul sebelum waktu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bila membeli hati pun senang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-2896688473523976643?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2896688473523976643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/10/coretan-kalbu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2896688473523976643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2896688473523976643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/10/coretan-kalbu.html' title='Coretan Kalbu'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-681712751815898133</id><published>2010-09-05T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:52:16.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selayang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampu lip-lap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='takut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lampu kelip-kelip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iffat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sedih'/><title type='text'>Iffat dan Lampu Kelip-Kelip</title><content type='html'>Hari ini terasa sangat2 sedih after I had one incident last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffat  (05 September 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam dalam pukul 10 malam di umah mertua di  Selayang. While my hubby tengah gunting rambut oleh Mak Cik Edah dia..I  dengan budak2 kecik - Iffat, Aulia (anak buah), Erin (Anak Cik Edah 1)  dan Afnan (Anak Cik Edah 2) sibuk duduk kat balkoni dalam bilik mak  mertua i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic balkoni tu tak ada just ada pic dari jauh, itu pun masa Aqiqah Iffat. Nampak tak balkoni tu yang mostly covered by tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_BpkHXSMeXQU/TISHbD5clZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UK0KsB4_Prg/s1600/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/TISHbD5clZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UK0KsB4_Prg/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513680742780802450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita dia macam nie. My father in law baru jer pasang lampu kelip2 berjuntai2 petang tu sebelum buka puasa so tak sempat nak tangkap gambar. Pasang tu betul2 kat besi tu ha, so memang budak2 bolehlah main2, pegang2 lampu lip lap hari raya tu..Memang cantik ada warna biru, merah dan hijau. Nak dijadikan ceritanya, mak long aka I lah tu sibuk mengajar budak2 tu semua duduk betul2 kat depan pagar tu sambil julurkan kaki masuk kat dalam celah2 grill yang dihias dengan lampu lip lap tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama jugalah pastu tetiba mak mertua i kat bawah jerit, turun2 semua..pastu adik ipar I aka mama Aulia pun gelak yang ketua dia mak long tu lah. Nampak kaki tu..pastu semua pun gelak. Tetiba mama Aulia kat bawah tu jerit, Aulia jangan makan lampu tu since Aulia berada di sebelah kiri selepas Iffat. I pun dok nasihat, 'Aulia, jangan makan tau just tengok jer eh!'. Tetiba mama Aulia jerit lagi sekali 'Inar, Iffat makan lampu'. I pun terkejutlah tengok Iffat yang tengah duduk sebelah kiri I ketap lampu tu sambil tutup mata. I pun try keluarkan lampu tapi masa nak keluarkan tu memang rasa elektrit vibrate tu dan Iffat dah kejang tak boleh nak bukak mulut. Lampu warna merah pulak tu. I dengan panic menjerit nama Iffat pastu I rentap terus balance juntaian lampu tu terus satu rumah blank-out. I terus korek keluar kan lampu tu keluar. It happened dalam 1-2 seconds tapi memory tu akan I ingat sampai bila2 sebab muka Iffat time tu hanya Allah yang tahu macam mana hati I sebagai seorang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam gelap2 tu i turun tangga perlahan2 nak pegi kat hubby yang tengan marah2 sbb I tak jaga Iffat dengan baik. Masa I sampai kat my hubby still lampu tak pasang lagi nie so dengan sinaran lampu jalan I nampak macam muka Iffat biru. I betul2 panic terlalu takut sangat2. Time tu dah pikir macam2 dah. Hubby continue marah2 i lagi. Iffat still menangis teruk. At the mean time, my father in law tolak switch box so lampu pun terpasang. Muka Iffat tak biru tapi bibir dia hujung sebelah kiri atas dan bawah lecur warna putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law ambik Iffat dekat I pastu since my hubby marah2 then my mother in law terus cakap, 'Yang hang nak marah2 nie buat aper, pi lah bawak hospital'. I pulak lepas kasi Iffat terus naik bilik ambik susu, air putih, purse letak dalam bag sambil tu check kad pm care ada tak terus pakai tudung then ambik iffat tunggu kat luar kereta. Tapi masa I nak turun tangga tu thanks to my adik ipar, Bang Cik, dia terus cakap dari atas, 'Beek, yang hang nak marah2 nie naper bukan hang boleh buat apa, pilah bawak hospital'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ke Klinik Dahlia, Selayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik klinik kat selayang tu dekat betul dan still buka. Betul2 kat dataran selayang tu so lega sangat2. Then my hubby dropped I then I terus pegi kat kaunter tu cakap dengan budak perempuan yang jaga kaunter. Mulut time cerita tu dah memang tergagap2 dan tergetar. Di sebabkan my case nampak emergency then terus dia masukkan i kat dalam satu bilik khas. While waiting nak jumpa doc baru i perasan tudung tu hanya suku cover rambut yang lain tu terselit kat bawah lipatan tudung. Patutlah semua tadi pandang I macam pelik jer..Malu tapi I rasa dah emergency kan 'Ada aku kesah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc suluh mata iffat dan I nampak anak mata tu gerak so legalah sikit then telingga, hidung dan jatung. So far doc kata tak der apa2 tapi still kena monitor 24hrs. Doc pun kata, 'I pun tak tahu nak tulis report macam mana..hurm, tergigit lampu lip lap hari raya lah...'. Masa balik tu sempat si Iffat nie salam doc tu siap cium tangan lagi..Tapi dalam banyak2 pesanan doc tu I ingat part..'Jangan kena kali ke-2 yer'. Ops kejap, masa tengah2 doc check tu my mother in law terus masuk bilik doc tanya macam mana cucu saya. Akan ada effect otak ker saraf ker..Terkezut i. Rupa2nya my mother in law tak senang duduk kat umah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So balik tu my hubby dah cool down skit..Bila Cik Edah tanya i apa perasan i time tu..Terus I cakap...Honestly, I pikirkan baju raya yang dah I beli dan saat2 nak bersalinkan Iffat..Terlalu sedih dan macam2 dah pikir. Even last night I mimpi muka Iffat masa I nak keluarkan lampu tu..Muka tu dan saat tu akan I ingat sampai bila2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then masa lepas jumpa doc tu Iffat tunjuk2 lampu kelip2 tu..'tu..tu..' dalam bahasa ala2 german dia tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila naik bilik tu sliding door dah tutup rapat tapi Iffat can still nampak lampu2 tu dari dalam. I tanya dia, 'Iffat nak main lampu tu lagi tak'. Dia terus pandang I, geleng2 kepala si Iffat sambil minta duduk kat riba pastu muka berkerut2 takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bila I nampak lampu nie I will member that moment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Not to forget abah iffat, hantar iffat ke klinik with unfinished hair cut plus habis rambut2 balance kena gunting kat badan and baju. Pastu iffat pun ada gak rambut2 tu puaslah kuih-kuih masa doc check iffat.&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/3835632111641747900-681712751815898133?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/681712751815898133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/iffat-dan-lampu-kelip-kelip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/681712751815898133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/681712751815898133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/iffat-dan-lampu-kelip-kelip.html' title='Iffat dan Lampu Kelip-Kelip'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/TISHbD5clZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/UK0KsB4_Prg/s72-c/IMG_3910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-7908571145709876788</id><published>2010-08-20T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:14:19.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iffat'/><title type='text'>Secretive and fruits</title><content type='html'>I was surprised when someone that i knew has gave me a remark that "I am a secretive person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally disagree as i know that I am a transparent and straight forward person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that is your opinion and i do need to think about that..but not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to talk about this lil jumbo, Iffat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about iffat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffat loves to eat fruits at least 2 types of fruits every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves fruit and green. Yap, those green vege which i hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can eats 4 big cuts of watermelon and 5 slices of oranges at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating fruit becoming his routine thought by Nenek Zaleha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves milk and he will ask for milk every 3-4 hours just like a newborn but he only can takes 4 ounce at one time. At his age, he should take at least 8-9 ounce but being iffat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAIN WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves plain water the most. Iffat will always and it just like a procedure. He will have 4 ounce of milk follows by 2-3 ounce of plain water and after that dummy/ soother...then he will continue with his activities. Once, he was not feeling well he only could drank 2-3 ounce of milk or sometimes refuse to drink at all but he drank 4-5 ounce of plain water at a time. Alhamdullilah, the plain water helps us a lot and credit to Nenek Zaleha who has thought him since the first day he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffat now he can eats egg after all the rashes and itches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to follow the doctor instruction by giving him try-and-error egg menu. At first, rashes and itches started to "bother" us but after a while it started to recover. A friend of mine has thought me that lesson...To build an immune to a child we need to let the body to get use of it..AND IT WORKS...Alhamdullilah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  all, just wanna let u know that i have received my very first G handbag. Alhamdullillah, AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handbag is my day and i always happy when i grab, feel, touch and smell those leather and kiss those tags...The feeling is just so perfect and i just can't pretend i don't like them..I AM IN LOVE WITH MY HANDBAGS!!! I know you hate me for that but me passion is killing me softly..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-7908571145709876788?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7908571145709876788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/secretive-and-fruits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7908571145709876788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7908571145709876788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/secretive-and-fruits.html' title='Secretive and fruits'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6087555259249544426</id><published>2010-08-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:15:48.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantrum...</title><content type='html'>Today i just wanna tell a story of this young lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to be a happy go lucky person, happening and crazy girl and she will never let smile on her face gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this young lady that i knew has had turned out to be a very sad person. A very very sad person and her smiles, laughs are fake. She can fake everyone else but not me. Not me at all because i knew her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering whether is she really happy with her life now or she just carry on with her life with no direction as if there is no doors to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not even express her feeling at all. She just like a puppet. A puppet life that lit and shine other people life, ignorance her own feeling for other people. Is that a LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she angry, she could not neither express nor rampage just like other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she sad, she only can cry but no one will excessive her. She will only receive those hurting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she wants to complaint, she could not complaint or say anything because that's not a noble way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tired, she can't feel tired or say it because she is a mother. A MOTHER SHOULD NOT FEEL TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she feel lazy, she will receive those hurting words as if she never did anything before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she has no enough money, who will help her but once she has money, the money will flow for family with no complaints at all. BUYING ANYTHING WILL ALWAYS SAYS IT IS BUYING BY ***** BUT IT IS ACTUALLY NEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday she is listening to those stupid complaints that never ending and all the money are gone but when there is her time, people hate listening to that because no mood or because it is not a right time. ALLO, YOUR COMPLAINTS TU ADA TENGOK ORANG PUNYA MASA AND MOOD KER..GILER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could not mengungkit but others can mengungkit and she needs to listen. Just listen because she not human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian sampai muka tak tau nak letak mana sbb depan orang ramai kena buat muka atau been thrown dengan kata2 kasar in public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS WONDERING THIS STUPID PERSON KNOWS THAT SHE ACTUALLY A HUMAN. HUMAN HAS FEELINGS. IF YOU COULD NOT TAKING CARE OF OTHERS FEELING PLS DO NOT ASSUME OTHERS WILL TAKE CARE OF YOURS. No wonder asyik problems never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEARN A WORD OF APPRECIATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best way for my friend is LEAVING THAT PERSON before you ended up one day just like one of the family which sadly tak boleh buat apa because 'The one' be dominant by the 'ONE' who supposed to be vice verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, syukurlah dapat macam kawan aku tu kalau dapat macam yang lain semua pakat nak ikut perempuan baru padan muka ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all i have said, thats not my life and I could not decide but hey, there are always better person waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Masa tengah sihat buatlah macam2, bila dah tua sakit time tu baru tahu langit tinggi dan rendah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-6087555259249544426?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6087555259249544426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/tantrum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6087555259249544426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6087555259249544426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/08/tantrum.html' title='Tantrum...'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-8086681611622440577</id><published>2010-04-28T08:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:57:13.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><title type='text'>Suprise, Suprise and Suprise</title><content type='html'>It was so suprise when my hubby bring home this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hW0bGw1lI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KD5fLbaAnks/s1600/IMG_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hW0bGw1lI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KD5fLbaAnks/s320/IMG_5991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465213606443406930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my dream for ages and at last I've got it! Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much sayang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, iffat he actually can walk now! Even it has been a while for him but it still a sweet memory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually can really walk at 1 month and 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought him a sandal and he started to walk..not 1 or 2 steps but 10-15 steps straight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On last Eid we have bought him a sport  shoe but he wasn't comfortable to wear it so we stopped wear him the shoe until he reached 1 month and 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the "miracle sandal" that i was talking about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hYzQWEmqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XbiHoeuPxp8/s1600/IMG_5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hYzQWEmqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/XbiHoeuPxp8/s320/IMG_5980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465215785398213282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is him, my prince with his favorite toy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9haWo_VgLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rabMdddC6hk/s1600/IMG_5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9haWo_VgLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rabMdddC6hk/s320/IMG_5950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465217492820787378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-8086681611622440577?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8086681611622440577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/suprise-suprise-and-suprise.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-5364682908513814631</id><published>2010-04-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:58:51.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iffat'/><title type='text'>My stock take!</title><content type='html'>Lets see how many bottle iffat has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much if compared with my sis-in law..SHE HAS 24BOTTLES in total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess, mine is not too much; I've told you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hUB4aCB6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQgN3oFgKfY/s1600/IMG_5982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hUB4aCB6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQgN3oFgKfY/s320/IMG_5982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465210539112269730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason behind that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need at least 3-4 bottles for one night &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(xlaratlah nak basuh malam2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i do, i just grab any bottle on the table and start making milk for iffat ;) but the worst part is&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*sapa yang nak basuh semua botol2 tu - Nenek Iffatlah ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, at my in-law house i need for the whole day stock! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*tapi bila time nak basuh rasanya nak menangis sbb nenek iffat tak der&lt;/span&gt; ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-5364682908513814631?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5364682908513814631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-stock-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5364682908513814631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5364682908513814631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-stock-take.html' title='My stock take!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S9hUB4aCB6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GQgN3oFgKfY/s72-c/IMG_5982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1907331620411830728</id><published>2010-04-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:51:28.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle age crisis!</title><content type='html'>I know that i am too young still to think about it but i just hope mine would not be bad..i've seen worst and im just hoping..;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i saw this pic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S8CdQgw5jiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AhObYtFt0y4/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S8CdQgw5jiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AhObYtFt0y4/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458535655371542050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik, this wasn't taken during our wed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie bahaya nie!!! takut teringin dah nie....hehehe...(hope nope, i know&lt;a href="http://stonebridges.blogspot.com/"&gt; abah iffat&lt;/a&gt; is just having fun during someone's wed, right!!!) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hoping again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/S8CdQgw5jiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AhObYtFt0y4/s72-c/IMG_1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-966097918884648308</id><published>2010-04-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:43:44.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kahwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>Feel like yesterday!</title><content type='html'>Rasa macam baru semalam kahwin ngan my hubby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/966097918884648308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/966097918884648308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/04/feel-like-yesterday.html' title='Feel like yesterday!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6116258614028507029</id><published>2010-02-04T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:01:20.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidupku menumpang...</title><content type='html'>Hidupku menumpang rumah ibuku even dah kawin serta beranak satu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku menumpang kereta suami untuk kemana-mana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku meminjam kamera suami sbb kameraku kecil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku menumpang lap top suami kerana lap topku dipinjam syarikat malas nak bawak balik,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku meminjam telefon company sbb telefon ku rosak nak beli sangatlah malas even dah dapat approval,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku menumpang kasih suamiku sbb kasih pada Iffat didahulukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku menumpang kasih bapa mertuaku sbb bapaku tiada ketika aku berusia 5 tahun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku menumpang di bumi Allah S.W.T serta kasihnya pada seluruh makhluknya....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-6116258614028507029?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-5621890426676061284</id><published>2010-01-27T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:38:50.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The light..</title><content type='html'>This morning my hubby startled me with a confession that make me in a good mood for the whole day and im in cloud 9 baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang, you adalah isteri yang terbaik dan u buat i nak berubah jadi yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His confession make me feel so much guilty. It is because as early in the morning i've received a text from "someone" saying that he will be coming down to KL next week. I have no idea what on earth he sent me that message but i know what was his intention. He wants to meet me..thats all and talking about ancient history why we were not together...I've been trying to avoid his phone calls and never reply to his messages but he seems like no giving up and will try harder everytime i've rejected him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pry harder to get guidance from HIM and this morning i've got the answer..the precise and concrete answer..Syukur, Alhamdullilah as my faith is strong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I like to talk about old memory as it will make me feel happy but i need to remind myself that i am no longer a single woman that has no commitment at all. What make me thinking that all sweet memories will always be sweet as sugar all the time. Back to reality, i have the best man in town and a cute son in the world. What else that i was looking for. No one is perfect in the world, no one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that in a real life no one is perfect and none of the marriage will be as beautiful in the movie. I have to blame myself as i am not a perfect woman either but yet is still perfect in my hubby's eyes. What else im looking for in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always take for granted things around us by looking others and start comparing with what we have and what others got. But have i ever realised that i am nothing as comparing others out there with less fortunate than me...I am nothing but i always think that i can get everything better than what i have now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur, Allah still love me by showing me the right lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my hubby and my son, i love you so much more every day..May our love will last till heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-5621890426676061284?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5621890426676061284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5621890426676061284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5621890426676061284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/light.html' title='The light..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-653450475449324055</id><published>2010-01-23T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:09:46.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee hon goreng keras macam dawai but kew tiau nice sesangat..</title><content type='html'>Semalam pagi2 masak mee hon tuk my FIL and family sbb my MIL dah pegi sekolah ada  kelas ganti..check kat dalam fringe ader daging, tapi sayur tak der langsung..my MIL tak gi pasar lagilah nie..tak perlah..gunalah aper yang ader..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i pun masak macam biasa, BTW, my MIL pernah puji ya my mee hon memang the best sbb kalau mee goreng confirm tak leh lawan my MIL punya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sambung balik, bila i masak this time macam nak rush so tak berkuah masa masukkan mee hon tu..macam kering jer lah tapi mee hon dah rendam..my hubby and FIL makanlah mee hon tu tapi diam jer..i pun tengah sibuk2 lupa nak tanya ok ker tidak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, dalam petang around kul 6 tu i lepaklah dalam bilik my MIL so tetiba MIL i cakap, inar meehon rasa semua ok dah tapi keras macam dawai..hahahha..i pun bantai gelak lah sbb i masak tapi terlupa nak makan (patutlah badan slim kan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pun jawablah, oh yer ker mak..naper yer? my MIL kata mungkin air kurang lah..alamak ciannyer MIL ngan adik ipar i makan mee hon keras macam dawai lepas penat2 balik sekolah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi pagi tadi, breakfast i masak kew tiau babe..semua bahan ada sbb FIL i gi beli kat pasar..masa masak tu siap anak i ngan anak buah i si Oya terbatuk2 lah..yang my FIL tengah berkaraoke pun terbatuk2 gak &lt;br /&gt;(atas pemintaan yer sambil i masak sambil dengar suara lunak merdu my FIL tau)..hihik..satu suap masuk mulut terus my FIL kata inar memang sedap..AMIN..syukur..kekekee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya my hubby;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yang, keras bebenor ker mee hon semalam i masak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby: Erm, i makan masa panas2 tak der pun keras mungkin sbb kena angin pastu dah lama kan..(adakah kerana ingin menjaga hatiku ini atau memang benar2???.. tapi i masak kul 9.30 pagi my MIL ngan adik ipar i CIkgu Nina makan dalam petang..mungkin jugak yer ~ ayat penyedap hati) anyway, moralnya mee hon jgn kurang air..(pengalam keras pertama seumur hidupku rasenyer start masak mee hon dari 18 tahun kot) hurm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yer lah tu kot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-653450475449324055?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/653450475449324055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/mee-hon-goreng-keras-macam-dawai-but.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/653450475449324055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/653450475449324055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/mee-hon-goreng-keras-macam-dawai-but.html' title='Mee hon goreng keras macam dawai but kew tiau nice sesangat..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-9197291766705230834</id><published>2010-01-20T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:04:31.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iffat's 1 year old!!</title><content type='html'>Balik2 semalam mak kata ha iffat nie tak tido petang lagi nie mesti dia ngantuk tido awal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Dalam hatiku&gt; Erm, baguslah malam tadi ajak mama dia main pukul 4 pagi then untuk satu malam kena buat susu 3 kali da.....penatnya, kalau tido awal lehlah mama nak relax2..berbunga2 rasa hati nie sambil tersenyum bertanduk..hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari nie inar nak tido luarlah sbb takut iffat jatuh katil so tido luar senang leh bangun terus buat susu tak payah risau iffat jatuh katil..erm, good idea ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toto dah dibentangkan tinggal iffat nak tido nie..tapi tengok keadaan iffat nie, macam chances nak tido awal agak tipis jer nie..so plan B dimulakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah Iffat: Sambil tengok TV sambil baca surat khabar&lt;br /&gt;Mama Iffat: Terus tutup lampu..wahahaha..(adakah daku kejam, nak buat macam mana si iffat tak nak tido nie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.40 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bertungkus lumus berpura2 tido depan iffat dengan lampu semua tertutup akhirnya dia tido tapi naper macam bau semacam kat pampers iffat..YA Allah, anak aku tido sambil erk-erk..nak kena tukar nie nak basuh dia tido plak..so pakailah wet tisu tapi being iffat bila dia tido org godek2 dia mengamuk sambil mata tertutup..adeh..sambil tukar pampers sambil meriba dan menghenjut..adeh, bila selesai semuanya..lega den..Nampak sangat ngantuk sbb tak tido petang..erm, mesti malam aku bley tido lena..huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.45 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iffat mengaruk nak susu, abah iffat terjaga tolong buatkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 a.m. till 5.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since that dia macam tak selesa jer tak tau naper..aku tak tido lagi malam nie!!!!!! Dahlah bangun 3 kali kena buat susu lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 a.m. - till morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nak kena pindah bilik kot...bila pindah ke bilik pun macam tu gak sampai ke pagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejutkan iffat mandi sama2 lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik birthday dia ari nie..sabor kan jer lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penatnya...tapi sapa yang tau???? kena jadi "punch bag" lagi aderlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: ingat nak tangkap pic iffat studio bawah umah ari nie..tapi tgklah dulu..hati ini masih sakit..;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-9197291766705230834?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/9197291766705230834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/iffats-1-year-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/9197291766705230834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/9197291766705230834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/iffats-1-year-old.html' title='Iffat&apos;s 1 year old!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-7563151572966516307</id><published>2010-01-18T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:51:46.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merajuk and his blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday conversation while on my way back home~In the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Mama ada tengok tak abah punya blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ermmmm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(dah serba salah nie babe)&lt;/span&gt;, tak der sebab mama sibuk sangat2 hari nie lah..esoklah mama tengok ya. Ada new post ker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Tak der apalah..tak der pun new post. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(tapi ton down giler dah tu, dah nak merajuklah tu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Oh yer ker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Mama slalu tak ambik tahu lah, abah mesti tengok blog mama hari2 tau..(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ayat dah merajuk sesangat dah tu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Oklah abah esok mama tengok ya..Sorrylah..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(perlukah aku dipersalahkan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, guys my hubby has his own &lt;a href="http://stonebridges.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;..check it out baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regard,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-7563151572966516307?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7563151572966516307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-conversation-while-on-my-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7563151572966516307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7563151572966516307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-conversation-while-on-my-way.html' title='Merajuk and his blog!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-4257229079589220551</id><published>2010-01-18T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:47:31.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over budget and headache!!</title><content type='html'>Never think planning for your child 1st birthday party is simple and not costly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask those who had celebrated their child 1st birthday party and you will definitely get the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your pocket will be a big loophole for a month!!!! Guuullllp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama &amp;amp; Abah are headache and the party has yet to be held but the money had flown like no body business &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Hurmm, Demi anak tapi time aku dulu tak der pun macam nie, pun membesar dengan baik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-4257229079589220551?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4257229079589220551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-budget-and-headache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4257229079589220551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4257229079589220551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-budget-and-headache.html' title='Over budget and headache!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-3325745253722473814</id><published>2009-12-11T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:29:50.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our marriage is almost 2 years by this 22nd December 09 and i'm glad that everything has turned out to be so much fun and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Tornado has reached us once in a while i bet that is a nature of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has changed to be a better person, a good husband and a great father for Iffat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since iffat has reached 9 month old and above i felt so much relived since hubby has taken over most of my job except for bathing and changing diaper..Others..Iffat is his!! (Yeah baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm happy with my life now and i won't take it for granted!!! I've got a best man in town baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His imperfectionist is actually his strength and it makes me in love with him so much more every day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-3325745253722473814?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/3325745253722473814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/3325745253722473814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/3325745253722473814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/12/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-4046040407640187826</id><published>2009-11-06T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:27:50.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We never beg!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life as a husband and wife is getting better every day. I'm glad to have a husband that will always use his money no matter what. We never let my mother to buy anything for us and our son even my son is closed to her as compared to other grandson/ grand daughter. We never let her except for 1-2 shirts (even that happened because she was insisted) We have a reason behing that it is because we want to raise our son by our own. Even during a time, we were totally short of money..we never let anyone to help us..Never...and hopefully we will never because to me it is not a right thing to do especially a wife. A life should not be built with help by others. We must have a courage, trust and cooperation. Will never use short cut by accepting other party favour to help us..Will never because people will look at you as "spoil" and useless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember during early of my marriage. I did not working and receiving money from my mother (which at that point of time i should not accept that). My husband totally feel uncomfortable and got one incident where we could not afford to pay car installment. Actually it happened about 2 months after our marriage. I was so frustrated and felt guilty because i should have had work and this problem can be resolved. Everyone was pointed at me because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not working even at that point of time..i felt so bad..the pending installment was not during our marriage but i was way before our marriage. I guess we would never know what people is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother felt so sad about that news. It was because she knew that she had gave me money and my husband also knew that too. He never gave money that time and why he still could not pay the installment. Even i did not come from a rich family but my mother will never let people think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the burden so she will give me some money every month for me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, i knew that i should not further my study and i should go and find a steady jjob. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/span&gt;, Allah planned was so perfect. I've got a job in one of listed company as Internal Audit, Executive and i've got pregnant immediate after that. Since i have experience and skills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got the job with plenty of benefits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Syukur&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own office and our life has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all my money is my money and i never use my money to support the family except to give to my mother and maintain some of household. Besides, my hubby give me money every day before going to work plus anything i wish he will fullfil...Sometimes, he makes me feel afraid because i knew what ever come out from my mouth i'll get it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i never believe in short cut even my mother has offered us house, money and etc. We never accept that because we have our integrity and dignity. That's why people look at us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Syukur&lt;/span&gt; Ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-4046040407640187826?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4046040407640187826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-never-beg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4046040407640187826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4046040407640187826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-never-beg.html' title='We never beg!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-105774359768246068</id><published>2009-11-06T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:00:21.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My helper is broken!!!</title><content type='html'>Huawawa...my helper aka washer machine is broken..it means i have to wash my clothes by hand!!! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(habis kelembutan tangan i nie tapi pernah ker lembut???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma called her friend to fix it and he came yesterday but he said he will come tomorrow which is today since he needs to buy those spare parts..he will come again and fix that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, it can be fixed. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-105774359768246068?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/105774359768246068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-helper-is-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/105774359768246068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/105774359768246068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-helper-is-broken.html' title='My helper is broken!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-509494862978128866</id><published>2009-11-02T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:03:15.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily schedule</title><content type='html'>My daily schedule;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.30-7.00 a.m. = Wake up my son, iffat&lt;br /&gt;07.15 a.m. = Shower Iffat&lt;br /&gt;07.25 a.m. = Clean up bed room, wash Iffat's bottles, put all clothes into washer machine and press the button on ;)&lt;br /&gt;07.35 a.m. = Take shower and get ready to office&lt;br /&gt;07.45 a.m. = Play with Iffat and say bye...&lt;br /&gt;08.20 a.m. - 05.35 p.m. = Working&lt;br /&gt;06.30 p.m. = Arrived home&lt;br /&gt;06.45 p.m. = Shower Iffat&lt;br /&gt;07.30 p.m. = Start cooking for dinner&lt;br /&gt;08.00 p.m. = Take care Iffat&lt;br /&gt;08.30 p.m. = Having dinner&lt;br /&gt;09.00 p.m. = Make a cup of coffee for Abah's Iffat and prepare iffat for sleep&lt;br /&gt;09.30 p.m. = Iffat sleeping&lt;br /&gt;10.00 p.m. = Watching television, clean up kitchen and meeting with abah's iffat&lt;br /&gt;11.30 p.m. = Sleeping time (sometimes earlier)&lt;br /&gt;12.30 a.m. = Iffat's hungry (prepare milk)&lt;br /&gt;3.30 a.m. = Iffat's hungry (prepare milk)&lt;br /&gt;5.30 a.m. = Iffat's hungry (prepare milk)&lt;br /&gt;(Iffat's sometimes make a sound which sometimes make me hardly to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Sunday and public holiday - off to my in law's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somehow, i'm glad that i can do all that to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm glad to have a boss that totally understand me..understand that i need to go back at 5.30 p.m. sharp every day as long as i deliver my works on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm glad that i have a husband that support me and let me to go work with "nawaitu" for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm glad and happy to have my mother with me and she always be there to support and help me through bad and happy time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family indeed during 2009 Eid Mubarak;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-MrBEdE_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmADI-AifAY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689148889895922" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-MrBEdE_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmADI-AifAY/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-M6P5OstI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rBQfMy3kuQ4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689410567385810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-M6P5OstI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rBQfMy3kuQ4/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-NadTU3AI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xOGgkhKF2bU/s1600-h/Ma,+Iffat+and+Inar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399689963922316290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-NadTU3AI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xOGgkhKF2bU/s320/Ma,+Iffat+and+Inar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-509494862978128866?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/509494862978128866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-daily-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/509494862978128866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/509494862978128866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-daily-schedule.html' title='My daily schedule'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Su-MrBEdE_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/wmADI-AifAY/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6024396504981264771</id><published>2009-11-01T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:37:39.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpisahan..</title><content type='html'>Perpisahan yang dimaksudkan adalah berjanji dan berusaha untuk berubah sikap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga2 seperti yang diharapkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Azhir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-6024396504981264771?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6024396504981264771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/perpisahan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6024396504981264771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6024396504981264771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/11/perpisahan.html' title='Perpisahan..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-1257220365036259474</id><published>2009-10-29T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:37:03.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office and "Pink Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When there are so many things to do..my office will end up to be like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So messy..;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supb7tWMR3I/AAAAAAAAANk/hfqjlViwoy8/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398228184700045170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supb7tWMR3I/AAAAAAAAANk/hfqjlViwoy8/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conjunction with breast cancer awareness month. We had a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Pink Day"&lt;/span&gt; so called &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Pink Jom!"&lt;/span&gt; at our office. Our Company had given Health and Beauty Magazine which has full of information on breast cancer to each of ladies in my Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a spoke person from Cancer Society Malaysia came and gave us a talk about breast cancer and most of the topic she stressed on how to do BSE!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Should do it once a month, between 7-10 days after your PMS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady which is a publisher from Health and Beauty magazine was also there too to support &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupcdnNKjZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-Nzbbgwl1nI/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398228767167122834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupcdnNKjZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-Nzbbgwl1nI/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supc98WInTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UcZXxqxfotk/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229322597702962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supc98WInTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/UcZXxqxfotk/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupdObGFbwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LM2jc1TNnWw/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229605729791746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupdObGFbwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/LM2jc1TNnWw/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supdf4XqTCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/npY76E0h1bk/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398229905645915170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supdf4XqTCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/npY76E0h1bk/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's suppose to be just a small celebration among ladies in our office but we end up to over do it and we are so lucky to be supported by our Chairman, MD and Group HR Director.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, early that morning. I went to see our MD to distribute "the pink ribbon" and the first thing came out right after seeing my face was, Oh sorry, i don't have any &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink shirt&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink tie&lt;/span&gt; and he wore &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the ribbon&lt;/span&gt; immediately right on his T-shirt's pocket&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;Bertuahnyer dapat MD yang cool and supportive nie kan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the session, i did ask questions &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(walaupun merapu, adeh!)&lt;/span&gt; and they had given me below &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Yahooo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supd8R15AmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Apz3HlYUJH4/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398230393519932002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supd8R15AmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Apz3HlYUJH4/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupeG4WZwXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XyfmlfRM48o/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398230575655534962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SupeG4WZwXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XyfmlfRM48o/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Jimat minyak tuk 2 minggu sbb dia kasi minyak sayur lagi..ahaks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P/S: Please ignore the mess....;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Azhir&lt;br /&gt;"I am tickled pink when I've got credit as one of the supporter for pink day event"&lt;br /&gt;---Yeah--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Day&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Supb7tWMR3I/AAAAAAAAANk/hfqjlViwoy8/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6539915153035023437</id><published>2009-10-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:59:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old memories!!!</title><content type='html'>Old memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hLHqgO-DI98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-7844899685290439757</id><published>2009-10-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:59:14.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready!</title><content type='html'>I'm ready to have this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VLi5i9k_qk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VLi5i9k_qk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-7844899685290439757?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7844899685290439757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7844899685290439757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/7844899685290439757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html' title='I&apos;m ready!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-2144379062337129095</id><published>2009-10-26T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:39:57.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English language!!</title><content type='html'>My readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sicked and tired when people keeps talking about the same things again and again..I believe everyone here knows that english or malay is just a matter of language..Sorry guys, i have to stress on this 2 languages..(because that's the only language that i know and speak frequently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective of having languages is to deliver an information to a third party. Language is just one of the method. Therefore, why we should speak english to someone who does not knows or understand of the language. It is just a waste of time and the most importantly the objective of communication is not been properly achieved!!!!Sometimes, a person feels good when they give an &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(contoh eh ;p)&lt;/span&gt;description of something which his/ her intention is to let other people "jaw-dropped&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;(kononnya impress lah)...&lt;/span&gt; but the bottom of that, the information is not properly delivered and understand..so, what is the use of that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is an oversea graduated while me just a loser from a local institute..but to me, that does not means that my english is bad or his english is good..and it does not means the other way around too ;p.. It also doesn't means that people who has a degree can speak and write better than people who has diploma in hand etc !!! Education is a very subjective subject to talk about. They are people grateful enough to have the opportunity to study comfortably without having to think about RM RM RM...(I am way away from the real topic..hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the topic again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me feel upset is the way "someone" closed to me &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(memang dekat nie)&lt;/span&gt; reacted on my husband's attitude (who is known as a very humble and down-to-earth person)...He will never speaks english to other people unless he knew the person could not speak malay at all &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(foreigner, saper lagikan)&lt;/span&gt; ..Then he will speak "the language"...On one morning, the whole family gathered and talked about the use of the english language and "someone" proudly showed his English..(that's good thou but when "someone" stress on the grammatical error makes me feel funny and upset)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammatical error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is be having the same problem in English..no matter how good you are..I bet you must be experienced in this..(Don't lie to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grammatical error is a just a learning process and it will always be a lesson-learned. The language will never come overnight but practise always makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never look down with others!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always stress this..never ever look down on others because you will never know how people out there look on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bear in mind and never think that you are good enough because it will always be someone else better than you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in helping out others will always give a higher return..not now but it will always be..(trust me)...never laugh when people makes mistake ;p u will never know when will be your time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even I still be correcting my language and that is why i created this blog..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 month old baby and his brain is just like a sponge that absorbs all the information and languages that he has heard..Should we teach them grammar..Nope right..Not now!! we should teach them the root word and confident because the grammar will always be a lesson-learned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I believe all that glitters is not gold"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-2144379062337129095?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2144379062337129095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2144379062337129095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2144379062337129095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-language.html' title='English language!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-4334576801196654197</id><published>2009-10-26T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:49:03.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengapa wujudnya manusia begini..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku tak faham mengapa masih wujud manusia yang memandang harta dan wang ringgit...Bagi aku, aku lebih prefer berpoket tebal berbanding dengan seseorang yang dok nak tayang rumah, kereta atau baju yang mewah pastu hutang keliling pinggang..pastu dok bercerita pasal harta itu ini..kadang2 leh nak mengira harta orang lain...Bagi aku kalau pakai baju tu mahal ker kereta mewah ker..apa niat kita?? itu yang paling penting!!! tak perlu nak bercerita lah sbb orang yang bercerita nie biasanya orang yang tak pernah dapat benda2 tu..kalau dah slalu dapat tak der masa nak bercerita..Aku betul2 tak faham yang dok bercerita pasal harta orang pastu ada perasaan cemburu plak tu bila compare ngan diri dia plak..pastu macam tak puas hati..kelakarlah..cerita nak nombor 1 jer tak pernah nak mengalah..adeh payahlah macam tu..Yang paling aku kesian..setiap kali dia bercerita pasal anak orang itu ini..dia tak nampak ker apa dia kutuk atau kata sebenarnya terkena batang hidung dia sendiri..Aku kesian dan aku betul2 berharap agar Allah s.w.t bukakanlah hati dia untuk insaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dia bersikap begitu secara tak langsung dia menyebabkan darah daging dia pun begitu...Aku yakin satu kali kita mengata orang lain atau memandang rendah orang lain..10 orang akan mengata dan memandang rendah ke arah kita.."jangan cakap tidak!!!"...sebab kita bukan tahu..depan semua orang boleh kata apa sahaja tapi belakang..tuhan sahaja yang tahu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak bercerita mengenai harta orang itu ini..tak malu ker bila dia pandang diri dia yang sebenarnya dia pun ada apa..tak der..tapi dok menagih yang ini kaya tu kaya..kenapa dia tak nak pandang pada diri dia itu..Aku bukan marah tapi kesian sbb dia begitu...Semoga dia mendapat petunjuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kala dia tak tahu ker yang dia itu tak der apa2...semua adalah hakNYA..semua dan segala2 nya..bagaimana seorang insan yang hamba Allah nie..seorang yang langsung tak punya apa..segala deria ini..bukan kepunyaannya..semuanya milik Allah s.w.t..menghina dan mengata ciptaan Allah s.w.t yang lain..SIAPAKAH DIA YANG BEGITU ANGKUH MENGATA MANUSIA/ CIPTAAN ALLAH YANG LAIN!!!! tak terlintaskah dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku, seseorang yang melakukan ibadat apabila bercerita mengenai ibadat dia pada orang lain...apa maksud nya??? dan orang lain beranggapan ooh..dia alim dan segala doanya akan dipenuhi..terlintas di fikirannku...Apabila seseorang itu melakukan ibadat pastinya kerana Allah maka tidak perlulah untuk mewar2 kannya kepada orang lain..sebab bagi aku tak perlulah kita memikirkan pahala atau dosa..&lt;strong&gt;Sekadar lakukan apa yang disuruh jauhkan apa yang dilarang&lt;/strong&gt;..dosa pahala adalah urusanNYA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga manusia ini akan berubah...Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-4334576801196654197?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4334576801196654197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/mengapa-wujudnya-manusia-begini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4334576801196654197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4334576801196654197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/mengapa-wujudnya-manusia-begini.html' title='Mengapa wujudnya manusia begini..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-5895070611156937115</id><published>2009-10-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:55:09.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long journey with a less note left!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since my last post. The surprise that i should tell you guys was a car that my hubby bought a week before Eid ..FINALLY, he bought a "STI Subaru Impreza Version 7"and it's a nice car with 4 doors..You might be surprised why i had to stress on the "doors" right?? it is because previously, we had a Satria Neo 1.6(M) that was bought a year before we get married and after having a son i bet it won't serve the purpose anymore. It is just too small to fit all the bags everytime we need to go to my in law's house (Ops, by the way, did i tell you guys that we are "nomad" on every weekend)...it is because on every Saturday afternoon i would normally packing up things and rush to my in laws house then spend a night there. All my hubby's family will gather and have a talk about all the activities/ memories among us..It is such a nice memory but it is bad when someone not doing their "job" after dinner and etc..(better keep it to myself)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SuP9Kf63NNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UcrjtC4GQ1s/s1600-h/IMG_8913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396435135328892114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SuP9Kf63NNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UcrjtC4GQ1s/s320/IMG_8913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"All good things must come to an end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-5895070611156937115?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5895070611156937115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-journey-with-less-note-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5895070611156937115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/5895070611156937115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-journey-with-less-note-left.html' title='A long journey with a less note left!!!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/SuP9Kf63NNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/UcrjtC4GQ1s/s72-c/IMG_8913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6778360459184602774</id><published>2009-08-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:48:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won a bet..</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard "wonder pet theme song"..hehehe...Since i have 6 month old baby who automatically gets excited every time he listens to the song make me remember the lyric by heart in either English or Malay version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby sang the song and at one part of the lyric, we got into arguing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In malay version the lyric would be as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang penting..Kerjasama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important..Team Work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna work..Team Work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into betting and he bet for RM50 that i was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess you guys would be the judge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxlWvE2U0nw"&gt;song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who won? ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always be ME..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honey, you have recognised me as your external hard disk with 100G storage capability in front of your parent/family and yet you still wanna bet!!! You must be direct translating the lyric! bley ker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna let me win and give me RM50 extra pocket money for this month (How nice!) since tomorrow something new will be out..ops..Honey. I know you are so anxious and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you guys tomorrow with pics too since it would be a very top secret till tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, can't tell you that...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy guessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;"I believed that early to bed, early to rise is good for me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-6778360459184602774?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6778360459184602774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-won-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6778360459184602774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6778360459184602774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-won-bet.html' title='I won a bet..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-2049865897761390343</id><published>2009-08-11T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:14:04.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was asked to go home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick and was asked to go home by my boss since she got the instruction from Group HR Manager! Get well soon for me! Cha yok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Huawawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But i have plenty of things to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i left office around 9.30 a.m. and submitted the audit report to Dato' on my way to clinic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I've got MC and rushed back to home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I didn't attend the weekly meeting for Petronas project today :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Staying at home for the whole day...would it be a good news or vice versa? You knew it :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;"I hope i would be back on my feet after being sick for 2 weeks"&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/3835632111641747900-2049865897761390343?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2049865897761390343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-asked-to-go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2049865897761390343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/2049865897761390343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-asked-to-go-home.html' title='Was asked to go home..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-4709768055801539691</id><published>2009-08-06T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:04:53.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1!</title><content type='html'>Today i am so relieved when i received an email from Group HR Manager saying that 2 staff that were suspected of H1N1 virus were confirmed negative from the virus..&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i've got latest news, one of staff from Helpdesk Department was asked to go home by HR for precaution step since her eyes and nose was totally red due to fever and flue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what i've heard, she got a letter from a doctor for self-quarantine but then she still turned up to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you received an instruction from a medical practitioner for self quarantine, please do so because you are indirectly spreading the virus to someone else..no just them, also the family along the way" *grin*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;"I have been suffering from a splitting headache all morning"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-4709768055801539691?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4709768055801539691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4709768055801539691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/4709768055801539691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1.html' title='H1N1!'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-6909275773044231182</id><published>2009-08-05T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:31:43.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u came across this incident..</title><content type='html'>Everytime i ask him to purchase something regardless the item is small, big, cheap or expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey will always come back with 2 plastic bags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the item that i asked him to purchase and another one would be the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any food that attempted him along the way to get into the item..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sayang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;I head over heals in love with my husband&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-6909275773044231182?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6909275773044231182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-u-came-across-this-incident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6909275773044231182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/6909275773044231182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-u-came-across-this-incident.html' title='Have u came across this incident..'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3835632111641747900.post-8208633457261598399</id><published>2009-07-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:06:13.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 1: Who am I???</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This blog is dedicated to my life and a little appreciation to all people that are involved in my life by knowingly or mistakenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In here, i will introduce me as Mrs.Azhir. Yeah, I'm married and i'm still young too! I'm going to be 24yrs old this Oct09 and surprisingly i have a son..His name is Altamis Iffat and i may call him "Iffat" here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working in one of listed company located at Klang Valley as an Internal Auditor, Executive. Please do not be afraid of the tittle because i'm not going to audit all of your here*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved husband which also the other half of me is Mr. Azhir, sometimes i do call him Sayang, Yang, My-other-half or hubby...there are plenty of nick names given by me for him. So make sure you are not getting confuse later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the readers out there, i would like to thank all of you for dropping by to my blog which is still at the infant stage..You all are most welcome and happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would openly accept any criticism and comments from you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, here is a preliminary introduction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, "Iffat". This picture when he was 5 month old. He is a cute, cheeky and actives. He likes to jumps and screams boy..only when he gets excited...He is my precious and he adds colourful in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8Naf_dkII/AAAAAAAAAGg/uTx8tftcdio/s1600-h/IMG_7340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363520430136987778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8Naf_dkII/AAAAAAAAAGg/uTx8tftcdio/s320/IMG_7340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my-other-half aka Mr.Azhir..The boss indeed. He likes to wear red shirt and smile all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8OgiyPnkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-496Egb82oQ/s1600-h/P3070285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363521633477697090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8OgiyPnkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-496Egb82oQ/s320/P3070285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my mother which the babysitter for my son..How am i going to describe her, she is a very hardworking, straight-forward and easy going. Although she has a very high pitch she is a kind-hearted person..Just need to make sure everthing needs to be in order such as the way you slice the onion, sweeping the house, ironing clothes and etc..I mean it..but she is my mom and i love her from the bottom of my heart. There is no word can describe ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8P2VZYxiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N4fkfsVp0vY/s1600-h/IMG_7639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363523107352528418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8P2VZYxiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/N4fkfsVp0vY/s320/IMG_7639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, here we come, the author of this blog...ME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8MTs64XMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RCTP6LF6TWU/s1600-h/P3070291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363519213836721346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8MTs64XMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RCTP6LF6TWU/s320/P3070291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.Azhir&lt;br /&gt;"Proving the pudding is in the eating"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3835632111641747900-8208633457261598399?l=chilliesinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8208633457261598399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-1-who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8208633457261598399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3835632111641747900/posts/default/8208633457261598399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chilliesinme.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-1-who-am-i.html' title='CHAPTER 1: Who am I???'/><author><name>Mrs.Azhir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15556211549013863689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Suecz8sQgkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/nRhI8zXMWPE/S220/1_447918790l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BpkHXSMeXQU/Sm8Naf_dkII/AAAAAAAAAGg/uTx8tftcdio/s72-c/IMG_7340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
