tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102285182024-03-22T10:53:41.557+08:00Ray Of Hope For AzaleaA Solemn Legroom For My Thoughts, My Feelings And My Ideas. Not To Mention My Daily Encounter With The Humanoid Milieu And Everything Alive Or Non-Breathing Materials Involved. My Words Matter Most Here Than Every One Elses. Not That You Are Not Important To Me. Of Course You Are. But It Would Be Nice For Me To Be Important In Return. At Least To A Somebody. Is That Somebody You?AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-91195029086647937222007-07-18T13:49:00.000+08:002007-07-18T14:21:22.800+08:00Iyaad's Birthday Bash<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088410707406852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWHQnpv-A00tOnExOqRNfz-50d7xC5tZFXNZAuhTwn8aayEFp1acbdWl0ClK6TcuLTu4LrWI-Vf4yQ-N_xGaxrqmWxXkxFNKoxvOcKTRsY5O89UosrX4HqkunFifQ240Zlt06Mg/s400/Iyaad+PHOTO+474.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHIS3-K9LLB3Qkd4qGDH55HjHAct-wMEogz5RWJJgh7PDwR5CJ5FfmYmZk7VZm1F53eKnzZiQuPyT4s2-9sQZec-dsEpDDwaCbvJRr1hP9AGgtbQrUynyOV5_E0GxW1uw_Y3lzg/s1600-h/Iyaad+PHOTO+476.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088415212827546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHIS3-K9LLB3Qkd4qGDH55HjHAct-wMEogz5RWJJgh7PDwR5CJ5FfmYmZk7VZm1F53eKnzZiQuPyT4s2-9sQZec-dsEpDDwaCbvJRr1hP9AGgtbQrUynyOV5_E0GxW1uw_Y3lzg/s400/Iyaad+PHOTO+476.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">So, the event went well, Alhamdulillah. My house has been officially warmed and Iyaad's 1st birthday bash went smoothly.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">We would like to thank everyone for the shower of lovely housewarming & birthday gifts and most importantly for being there to share the special day with us. We feel very honoured and touched that it was a huge turn-ups.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Thank you for taking the time and also would like to apologise for any misdirections that might lead to some friends getting lost on the way to the house. But glad that everyone managed to arrive.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Would also like to thank friends who can't make it to kenduri but still sent their love and gifts.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Thank you all. May ALLAH Bless you with a life full of prosperity and happiness. InsyaALLAH.</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Btw, bapak pengantin nya yang pakai baju melayu cream kat belakang tu. Iyaad was being held by his uncle (my husband's brother)</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div> </div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-69718822084365536882007-07-11T14:10:00.000+08:002007-07-16T14:22:46.140+08:00Happy 1st Birthday Amirul Iyaad!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsI7jDoh1jmebPl6t1P374i-SIHU2piGVx7nIgcyrQnvB09Ju0t2CFl-ZXB6hYVWFi_xg_cX07GGMgzZz0hRpv2JADiO-oxoVFcPp5Y87YyZYbsWlbj1s-ql6w_wKLH3eWEAWPg/s1600-h/Iyaads+Faces.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085823563629629362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsI7jDoh1jmebPl6t1P374i-SIHU2piGVx7nIgcyrQnvB09Ju0t2CFl-ZXB6hYVWFi_xg_cX07GGMgzZz0hRpv2JADiO-oxoVFcPp5Y87YyZYbsWlbj1s-ql6w_wKLH3eWEAWPg/s400/Iyaads+Faces.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Amirul Iyaad is 1 year old!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">At 1, Iyaad can :</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">1. Speak simple words like "mama", "yah"(ayah),"mamam"(makan), "bukak"(buka), "dap,dap"(sedap)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">2. Likes to pucker his lips when he saw something that amazes him and said "ooh ooh"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">3. Can stand on his own for 10 seconds, walk by holding on to things but yet to take his first unaided step.(soon I hope!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">4. Has managed to climb the house stair case (up all the flights), with one bottle of bedak in his hand!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">5. Loves to eat Calci-Yum!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">6. Likes to remove the remote control battery</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">7. Will cry (crocodile tears actually) when we refuse to give him the things he wanted</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">8. Sleeps soundly through the nite, never wakes up for his feedings (due to the extreme activities of playing & rolling around in the day)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">9.Likes to eat nasi lemak </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">10. Has 4 front teeth (2 up & 2 bottom)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><p></p>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-89412361152792597352007-06-26T12:35:00.000+08:002007-06-26T13:14:04.316+08:00Just a note<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I have not been updating my blog for ages. Being busy will be the easiest and most "safe" reason. But the truth is i find myself not committing to blogging. I love to read others though, especially dear friends of mine. To me, it is a way of keeping in touch. And to keep myself updated with their latest activities. Or their latest opinion. I just don't feel like picking up the phone or smsing them. It is not justified, I know but working life can really make you succumb in your own cocoon at the end of a hectic work's day.Feel like curling up like a ball and sleep throughout the night and not wanting to wake up the next day to repeat your routine work..like how do these people work for 30 years ++ when i am struggling entering my 8th year of working?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">A lot has happened and a lot is still happening while i was quiet from blogging. We are moving office again due to the realignment. I will most likely be in Menara TM and doing new job functions, and ya, along with the promotion with bigger responsibilities. It's good to be acknowledged, it is what i have wanted all this while, but when i have it, why do i feel like i don't really want it?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I don't want to do anything right now except curl up next to my son. Or maybe I'm just a lazy bum. Btw, Iyaad is turning 1 soon and he is such a bundle of joy to watch. Only if i can spend more time with him. But unless you're born with a silver spoon in your mouth, take off your lazy bum off the floor and go to work!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I missed my friends dearly. Most of all i missed the moments spent together. My childhood friends, my kindergarten friends, my mengaji friends, my padang friends, my school mates, my tuisyen mates, my U mates. I missed laughing out loud until tears ran down our cheeks, I missed all the silly gestures, facial expression and jokes we passed around and we laughed..and laughed...and laughed..until we felt our chest were bursting. I can't remember the last time that i've laughed out loud. Frankly, I hardly laughed nowadays. That's what working does to you. Takes your sense of humour away and put in the stress, strain, the neverending tasks....and give extra on the migrain and gastric department. Not to mentioned giving the sedentary life that is so deskbounded and unhealthy.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I am such a sore and lousy friend. Hard to swallow but i admit that. I hardly keep in touch, never call or pay them visits. All i do is just think of them and wondering how they are, and what they are doing at the moment. And if they still remember me. How are they to know they are dearly missed? Unless we share ESP or something, then prolly they will think of me when my thoughts called to them. And how i subconciously will type their name in Google or Yahoo in hoping it will land on some info bout them. Or maybe a fotopage if i'm lucky. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">I am feeling dreary and miserable. Probably because i'm still recuperating from my fever and the stupid pay is not in yet, when there's a lot of neccessities to buy.....</span></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-30038642837959421252007-03-15T12:09:00.000+08:002007-03-15T12:19:44.145+08:00One more reason to resign :)<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBM01iDGi0O78lCVjhobL6RUOoo_hT6R2xHGTooid3GbZ8ifZrVAfAvACUWC7L_ql_-mtQ0xWY0SFDoOwwuNtJLkifH4RQ6nEHxk-6quD-e_DhZVSh9rWig_Cm6V0lIKuvC0PdQ/s1600-h/Resign.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041999004768905634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="446" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBM01iDGi0O78lCVjhobL6RUOoo_hT6R2xHGTooid3GbZ8ifZrVAfAvACUWC7L_ql_-mtQ0xWY0SFDoOwwuNtJLkifH4RQ6nEHxk-6quD-e_DhZVSh9rWig_Cm6V0lIKuvC0PdQ/s400/Resign.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>That explains why I'm Fat too..hahaha<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong> </div></strong></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-5702729619565586202007-03-01T17:27:00.000+08:002007-03-01T18:05:10.466+08:00Tercipta Untukku :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-4SqeELBpgApADn3RA7UQxON9v7KzMZ4KCKmKrhN68Bo-sB3OfOv5I6Q7C1BwzvttDIWZPkHy9dgH1HTQ_yZHTOMFwXOgYFSpHEoFbBWa8QJBKIYJpCVQfQwfb3NH-HlShjfjQ/s1600-h/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036888741839511554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-4SqeELBpgApADn3RA7UQxON9v7KzMZ4KCKmKrhN68Bo-sB3OfOv5I6Q7C1BwzvttDIWZPkHy9dgH1HTQ_yZHTOMFwXOgYFSpHEoFbBWa8QJBKIYJpCVQfQwfb3NH-HlShjfjQ/s320/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+012.jpg" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Menatap indahnya senyuman diwajahmu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Membuat ku terdiam dan terpaku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mengerti akan hadirnya cinta terindah </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Saat kau peluk mesra tubuhku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Banyak kata </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yang tak mampu kuungkapkan </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kepada dirimu</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OPyiuIQe73gip4fB2Wuqa2sz3WNePxGO56_qsze98Lfn_Upwe_Fm6EX2-TKDpOFL62fJNxWqk5dSGevreGHu5A7EEvlVjRS501BREhJXRnFDUB5dVLrHj5ggRuE-bbzBUR2RXQ/s1600-h/My+Iyaad+In+Action+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036889643782643730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="228" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OPyiuIQe73gip4fB2Wuqa2sz3WNePxGO56_qsze98Lfn_Upwe_Fm6EX2-TKDpOFL62fJNxWqk5dSGevreGHu5A7EEvlVjRS501BREhJXRnFDUB5dVLrHj5ggRuE-bbzBUR2RXQ/s320/My+Iyaad+In+Action+021.jpg" width="303" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Aku ingin engkau selalu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hadir dan temani aku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Disetiap langkah </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yang meyakiniku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kau tercipta untukku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Sepanjang hidupku<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Lc9ycprv1HxIus6wCV5FVkNA25ZHc-seXFSiqU-iXq8JArXQBQXNDplU_gsU6ZUC_z-WdxrL5_q0AJ0iQv1D-Znxd3jNo01hBxUAr8f9n9-ih5AcdL1PEjlZZxZbI6jrC38_IQ/s1600-h/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036885731067436962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="233" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Lc9ycprv1HxIus6wCV5FVkNA25ZHc-seXFSiqU-iXq8JArXQBQXNDplU_gsU6ZUC_z-WdxrL5_q0AJ0iQv1D-Znxd3jNo01hBxUAr8f9n9-ih5AcdL1PEjlZZxZbI6jrC38_IQ/s320/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+011.jpg" width="294" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Meski waktu akan mampu </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Memanggil seluruh ragaku </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ku ingin kau tau </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ku selalu milikmu </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Yang mencintaimu </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sepanjang hidupku<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssd5EQQwSzAN7DFKwmzbc0UGqSmtdaEyATlA6W1iYU7ACvvE6-YDeqe-GkyNgsg8tKOkT3c6MFWIy6ijSUHQ7uUL5bPqKufUv9CF8tdhej2_Yl56EVjV3fGnmg-VdqMH3XtwbFw/s1600-h/My+Iyaad+In+Action+021.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh2kciItWE4Zbqw2asB4NR7VtY5srlizvhabPCq8xCUrbF2P0oxsYnbNOkmhfZZRoNtkaxyp9NUqRy5BcY8ROUvUXacw-9fPKSEmKj51vtIwjwcAc5T6VCMDKXgUlTCfAEi1jFA/s1600-h/My+Iyaad+In+Action+181.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036889901480681506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh2kciItWE4Zbqw2asB4NR7VtY5srlizvhabPCq8xCUrbF2P0oxsYnbNOkmhfZZRoNtkaxyp9NUqRy5BcY8ROUvUXacw-9fPKSEmKj51vtIwjwcAc5T6VCMDKXgUlTCfAEi1jFA/s320/My+Iyaad+In+Action+181.jpg" width="287" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Aku ingin engkau selalu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Hadir dan temani aku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Disetiap langkah </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yang meyakiniku<br />Kau tercipta untukku</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7wTAVda3v2rlLSuIBaZ0x2CVZ8J53wzj2WLc7i9AjqZZBq6CcYPYqUH-6gkK3AIKlotlUUpCORZF-TPapBMmr0vAMZipOsDvgULEMU1okJ2QeOQ1lI5Dd29375RCMmBcKpHIBw/s1600-h/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036890270847868978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="214" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7wTAVda3v2rlLSuIBaZ0x2CVZ8J53wzj2WLc7i9AjqZZBq6CcYPYqUH-6gkK3AIKlotlUUpCORZF-TPapBMmr0vAMZipOsDvgULEMU1okJ2QeOQ1lI5Dd29375RCMmBcKpHIBw/s320/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+051.jpg" width="275" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Meski waktu akan mampu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Memanggil seluruh ragaku </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku ingin kau tau </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ku selalu milikmu </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Yang mencintaimu</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Lc9ycprv1HxIus6wCV5FVkNA25ZHc-seXFSiqU-iXq8JArXQBQXNDplU_gsU6ZUC_z-WdxrL5_q0AJ0iQv1D-Znxd3jNo01hBxUAr8f9n9-ih5AcdL1PEjlZZxZbI6jrC38_IQ/s1600-h/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+011.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ayah & Iyaad, Luv U Both To Bitss :)</strong></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-85128381554861550232007-02-23T10:28:00.001+08:002007-02-23T10:30:59.444+08:00Mama on a Mission<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9S-7WdfHBJUC7MPaO_Nv_bd4xk91XRtp9ka0mP7FCoiX7n-Dx9SZ-M1RQLmQxbiJ_a3oa2U8yesUvFKFXmg-08E4SdZjpFuQ1KvK9PY7_dRvmIevs0S6P2Z-JzoCh5KdSb9uPw/s1600-h/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034550796541877890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9S-7WdfHBJUC7MPaO_Nv_bd4xk91XRtp9ka0mP7FCoiX7n-Dx9SZ-M1RQLmQxbiJ_a3oa2U8yesUvFKFXmg-08E4SdZjpFuQ1KvK9PY7_dRvmIevs0S6P2Z-JzoCh5KdSb9uPw/s320/Iyaad+At+The+Zoo+035.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Wanna know something? My mama is on a mission....he he<br /></strong></span><br /></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-68154085258076727332007-01-25T18:39:00.001+08:002007-01-25T18:57:38.451+08:00The Long Wait Has Ended<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">My PC is corrupted again. This is the 2nd time this happens. Only this time it is not my fault and it is harder coz the OA guys are no longer around to reformat them. So, I gotta call the Helpdesk or log the problem online. Which I did the latter. The guy did come to check and told me to send the CPU over to TTDI. On my own. Blurrghh... not exactly what I want to do.<br /><br />The next day coming back from a meeting, I noticed a delivery order on the table. From DELL.with laptop specs...hmm then there were two boxes under the table. Can it be that my request for a laptop has been answered? After 3 long years of waiting, with my name missing from the list, is it finally here? I opened the box..and there it was, the long awaited laptop...yeyyyy...and with a perfect timing with my PC now R&D ing(rest & die).<br /><br />Keeps my motivation up a bit. But I don't know for how long. Hopefully long enough until somebody responded to my "calling".<br /></span></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-50970810164276742312007-01-12T18:17:00.000+08:002007-01-12T18:24:28.002+08:00What's With The Birthday Cake??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq3TcDTcj81Fcyw80JFZITH1VpaOr7AIqL-307Y-dGB7dY_pF2NXfarjDv77Gavk3gwI0rpygHYLtv4dfznppW25QqJl0S0zB0PqRjgfQIkowiW8Ig-Kdx7NwEprDWaU07HbMWw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq3TcDTcj81Fcyw80JFZITH1VpaOr7AIqL-307Y-dGB7dY_pF2NXfarjDv77Gavk3gwI0rpygHYLtv4dfznppW25QqJl0S0zB0PqRjgfQIkowiW8Ig-Kdx7NwEprDWaU07HbMWw/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019086448197092818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">If I had a 5 year old daughter, I'm sure she wouldn't want this as her birthday cake. So what's with a 28-year-old-titled-married to a titled man-rich-famous woman wants this cake for her birthday?</span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1167195020704032222006-12-27T12:33:00.000+08:002006-12-28T12:51:31.346+08:00Forgive Me For I'm Merely Human<div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >Life has been a mix of everything these past 2 weeks. Work is still pouring in although it's almost year-end. There's a lot of things that has been happening around me that makes me stop and wonder about myself. It's funny why some people regard year-ends as the time to sit back and relax when time doesn't seem to be on our side. Do you really have the time to enjoy every minute of life when there's people above you chasing your deadlines like mad, 24 hours round the clock only for them to have that vacation leisure? Is there a way for you to escape this never ending harassing and for once has the essence of time for you to dictate and take control of?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >It will not stop I tell you. Not until you close your eyes forever. But do you know when that time will come when the angel of death is at your doorstep? Or when your life "leaf" has fallen to the ground from the mighty tree and counting 100 days when you will leave this Earth? Are there any signs of demise before somebody actually passed on to afterlife? What do you tell Malaikat Izrail when he is already there to take your soul? </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Wait se-minit, I have a proposal paper I have to complete?</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Some old folks said you can sense when a person is about to die from their face; among them their nose and ears will start to wither, their eyes will become dull and the face pale. But if you're busy chasing after the to-be-deceased-person's</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >work and assignments to be done, will you stop and look for these signs? *sigh. Of course not. Because we never expect our colleagues to passed on so early in their life or we never think such thoughts. Only to have regrets later because of the words unsaid to them once they're gone.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >It's terrible isn't it? If only we knew when death is approaching, we would have seek amends from the person who is permanently leaving us. To seek forgiveness from them for any of our wrongdoings. To hold their warm hands one last time before they turned cold. To smile at them and have that smile return. To talk to them on the precious things they love most so that we can remember them by the things they treasure most. To look them in their eyes and sincerely ask them how they were doing instead of asking about work 24/7. Alas, as human we can never know such moments. That is why GOD tells us to be good to others and seek truce. Never hold any grudges with each other because we will never know when one of us will die</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The news of her death came as a shock to me. I got to know about it early that Friday morning and I shook it off in disbelief, thinking that probably I was dreaming or something. But when I saw her on the mortuary table, that's when the tears started coming. She was an active, healthy, 27 year old young lady and now she is gone. Just a few days back we were discussing on work and how we're going to work together to make a project successful this coming January 07. But January 07 never came for her. She has to move on leaving behind her beloved son and husband to go on living without her. My heart ached knowing her son Danny will never see his mom again. And for a child of 3 years old, death is something he will not understand. What will his daddy tell him when he constantly cries out for his mom? I pray to ALLAH to bless her soul and lay her to rest among the </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >para mukminin. InsyaALLAH. Only sepotong surah Al-Fatihah</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > and Yaasin yang dapat disedekahkan mengiringi pemergianmu </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > buat kali terakhir</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >. Sesungguhnya Dunia hanyalah sementara, Akhirat jua yang kekal selamanya. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Yusrina Dear, you will always be remembered as a good friend to many of us. You have no wrongdoings to me and I hold nothing against you. Thank you for being a good friend. I seek forgiveness for any wrongdoings in the past and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >semoga rohmu tenang di sampingNya.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Tomorrow still comes for the rest of us to tell our family how much we love them. To kiss and hold our beloved child in our arms and hold them close to our heart. To smell the sweet scent of our baby's skin and the sparkle in their eyes. To hear their laughter and cry again and again. To wake up in the morning and see the faces of our loved ones lying next to us. To know that you have been granted another day to live and breathe.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Make the best of the coming days for we never know when time is up for us. There's been buzzing of excitement in the office about upgrading and stuffs. I wasn't part of the excitement. But then I asked myself, should I be upset about it? What is my main priority? Will people be asking me as I lay dead whether I have received my upgrading or be promoted? Will they be asking me how much my salary was before I die? How many successful promotions I've completed? Or will they be asking me WHO are the LOVED ONES i'm leaving behind? So, I have to learn to set my PRIORITIES in life. It hurts not to be acknowledged, for I am merely human but I know there's a lot of things in life I should be thankful about. Thankful and grateful to ALLAH for the family he has granted me, my parents, siblings, my husband, my beautiful son which I have been waiting for 3 years and yes all my friends. And for all of these, I know I have been rewarded with a good and complete life. I will cherish and make more time for them.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >To all of my friends out there,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >If there has been any time or situation that i have ever offended you, I am truly sorry and seek forgiveness from all of you. I might have unintentionally caused any of you discomfort or hurt your feelings. For all of these please accept my sincere apology for I am merely human.....</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1942/781/1600/633273/Iyaad%20Lion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1942/781/320/170253/Iyaad%20Lion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"><br /></span></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0">Mothers, touch your children,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0">Fathers, hug them tight.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Let them know you love them</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Morning, noon, and night.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Put your arms around them,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Hold them near to you,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Feel the beating of their hearts,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> The life that you made new.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Roll around the floor with them,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Tease and laugh and play.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Listen to what they'll tell you,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> They have so much to say.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Take time to get to know them,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> See the colors in their eyes.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Appreciate that person</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> That deep inside them lies</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Let them run their fingers through</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> your hair and down your face.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Fill their hearts with words of praise.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Make home their favorite place.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Cuddle with them on the couch</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> And watch a t.v. show.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Sing with them or share a book,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> And help their world to grow.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Take a walk into the park,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Hold each other's hand,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Build castles in the sand.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Mothers, touch your children,</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Fathers, hug them tight.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> Show them what a gift they are.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> To love them feels so right.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;" family="SCRIPT" lang="0" ><span family="SCRIPT" lang="0" style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > ~Author: Kathie Davis~</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /></span></span></div> </div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1163038067011653692006-11-09T09:33:00.000+08:002006-11-09T10:07:47.106+08:00If Tomorrow Never Comes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/Iyaad%20Tido%20Raya.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/Iyaad%20Tido%20Raya.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Sometimes late at night </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I lie awake and watch him sleeping </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> He's lost in peaceful dreams </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And the thought crosses my mind </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If I never wake up in the morning </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Would he ever doubt the way I feel </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> About him in my heart </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If tomorrow never comes </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Will he know how much I loved him </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Did I try in every way to show him every day </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> That he's my only one </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And if my time on earth were through </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And he must face the world without me </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Is the love I gave him in the past </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Gonna be enough to last </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If tomorrow never comes </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> 'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Who never knew how much I loved them </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Now I live with the regret </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> That my true feelings for them never were revealed </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> So I made a promise to myself </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> To say each day how much he means to me </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And avoid that circumstance </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Where there's no second chance to tell him how I feel </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If tomorrow never comes </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Will he know how much I loved him </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Did I try in every way to show him every day </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> That he's my only one </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And if my time on earth were through </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And he must face the world without me </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Is the love I gave him in the past </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Gonna be enough to last </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If tomorrow never comes </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> So tell that someone that you love </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Just what you're thinking of </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> If tomorrow never comes</span></span></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1158035325345671002006-09-12T12:03:00.000+08:002006-09-13T10:06:55.046+08:00It is really meaningful<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">to celebrate our 3rd Anniversary (6/9) and my birthday (10/9) this year with the arrival of Iyaad. Iyaad and ayah make Mama's life complete *muahs* , well of course having more money wouldn't hurt either..eheh.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">We didn't go anywhere to celebrate, just the 3 of us at home, enjoying quiet moments together (with Iyaad crying now & then). Aqus bought Me a dozen roses and my favourite perfume..thank you Ayah :) while my Iyaad gave me a big grin in the morning...that's one of the most precious gift ever, besides he himself is the priceless gift from God.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/IMG_0120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">He is already 2 months plus now and we're learning bout each other more everyday. About things that he likes and dislikes. He loves taking his bath :) I've started putting rubber ducks in his bath basin although he doesn't know how to play with them yet. He's starting to communicate with his baby talks and learning to turn over. He doesn't like to be left alone, he'll be looking around the room if he couldn't see you or when the room is suddenly quiet. He seems to be more attentive nowadays and he likes watching TV..it's no wonder since Mama was a TV junkie when i was carrying him.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/IMG_0094.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/IMG_0094.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Took him for his 2 months jab, got his weight taken. He's already 5.6kg at 2 months and 10 days old..eheh anak mama kuat minum susu. All in all, so far it's not difficult to take care of him especially throughout the day because he would be sleeping most of the time but he tends to stay awake at nite and of course that means Mama and Ayah has to miss our beauty sleep as well,...I'm talking about LOOTSSS of it.......Nevertheless, we love you dear :)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/IMG_0119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/IMG_0119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1153387463549942382006-07-20T16:14:00.000+08:002006-07-21T00:08:41.000+08:00Say hi to my new arrival<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/P7030395.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/P7030395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I promised to come back to the blogging world one day and i guess the timing can never be better. Especially when i'll have new things to write about with the arrival of my son...seriously one of the reason i stopped blogging was my ideas were running dry.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Now with the new arrival of my baby boy, there will be lots of things to blog about, questions to ask and concerns to share especially with the more-experienced mommies out there. I didn't share my pregnancy experience in my blog because I wanted to wait for my baby's arrival and I've had 2 failed pregnancies, so I was kinda afraid to share something that I am not certain of. But now that he is here, there'll be lotsa things to write about!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >My baby boy</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Amirul Iyaad bin Khairur Fakhruz<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"> </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >was born on 03.07.06 (7 Jamadilakhir), weighing in at 3.07kg at 5.59pm in Pantai Medical Centre. He was delivered through caesarean and was 4 days early from his due date. Amirul in Arab means "Leader to" and Iyaad means "Generous".</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/P7030385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/P7030385.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I was hoping for a normal delivery but until late hours my baby has still not engaged. My gynae wanted to induce me and hoping that i can go normal but after hearing so experiences from mothers with past experiences with caesar and induction, they all urged me to go for caesar straight and skip the induce part because there's no guarantee that the baby will engage even after being induced. Even my gynae said the chances was 50% only. I trusted my instinct to go with c-section. Somehow with my previous histories on miscarriage and molar pregnancy, I wasn't going to take any risk. The most important thing is that the baby is fine. My gynae finally agreed after seeing that my contraction was almost none and I have not dilated as well.</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/P7030388.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/P7030388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">So, i finally went with a half-body anaesthetic c-section. I was nervous but was thankful that Aqus was there to accompany me throughout the operation. Turns out that the umbilical cord was tied around my baby's ankle, the reason why he couldn't engaged. If i were to be induced, it would only be painful and i would have ended up with a c-section as well. Doctor's should listen to mom's instinct :)</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/1600/P7010369.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/P7010369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >Amirul Iyaad was born healthy and fine and the first thing he did once the dr pulled him out of my womb was opened his eyes and looked at me! All my 9 months of worrying up until I was on that OT table was washed away when I saw how perfect he was..... all those pregnancy days when I woke up at night wondering will my baby be ok? will he be healthy, will he be fine? I am thankful, syukur alhamdulillah that he's fine and sempurna sifat...so grateful to Allah for blessing us with this child.<br />He scored 8/10 on his Apgar ... losing the 2 points because he didn't cry out too loud and he looked a little blue when they got him out. But those are quite normal.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >We were supposed to be discharged on Wednesday but Iyaad has jaundice so we stayed until Saturday until he has recovered.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >I will be on confinement until 31/8, this will be a great time to get to know my son. I am staying at my mom's in Kelana Jaya.No doubt entering motherhood I've a lot of uncertainties and feel so "kekok" handling such a fragile human being (not to mention waking up at odd hours late at night), but this period will be a good time for me to brush up my skills as a mother.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" >To all my frens, thank you for your doa and prayers. For hoping the best for me and wishing me all the good things throughout my pregnancy until the delivery of my baby. You will see more of me in here from today onwards!</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1142587589653979732006-03-17T17:24:00.000+08:002006-03-17T17:29:01.176+08:00Helloo Everyone!!<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Noticed this new posting? And the new template? Am I coming back to the blogging world? Just waaaiitttt.....</span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1128750807759395572005-10-08T13:48:00.000+08:002006-03-17T16:37:36.713+08:00The Incubation of a Blog<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Hereby I would like to announce that this blog is temporarily closed. Reason being is that my work has taken a lot of my time and another reason is i'm having a blog-out-of-idea syndrome. Worry not, you haven't seen the last of me. I will continue reading all my fellow bloggers and doing my usual commenting.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Maybe when something really good happens in my life, I will start blogging again. Until then, keep my blog at the back of your mind, it will emerge again someday :)</span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126659166289630782005-09-14T08:31:00.000+08:002006-03-17T16:52:59.593+08:00What Happened to Our Server?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></span><div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was browsing the<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span></span></span></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.tokeikedai.net.my/"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Tokei Kedai</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> </span>website when I found this article. Since this article has been posted in that site for quite some time, lemme share it with you</span></span></div><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></span> </p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Server TMnet Jadi Pusat Sumber Warez,Mp3 dan Bahan Lucah ?</span></strong> </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Posted on: May 05, 2005 - 02:08 AM by SpyKedai</span></strong></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Apa Khabar adik-adik,masih ingat kat uncle SpyKedai ? Dulu ruangan uncle memang terhangat di pasaran dengan cerita-cerita panazzzz dan sensasi terutama mengenai isu moral tapi selepas pihak Tokeikedai Online tidak lagi menyambung kontrak uncle maka uncle pun angkat keyboard seketika (kononnya la).But kali ni uncle kembali memanaskan portal Tokeikedai ini dengan isu-isu yang uncle pikir boleh membuka minda dan memberi kesedaran kepada semua anak bangsa.Uncle tak jamin sekerap mana dapat menulis di ruangan ini kerana banyak komitmen lain yang uncle terpaksa buat sekarang,maklumlah dulu bujang sekarang anak dua (baru)...hahahaha.</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 425px; height: 298px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/tmnet1.jpg" border="0" height="286" width="374" /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">OK,Kembali kepada topik asal kita,kali ini uncle nak ulas mengenai server TMnet yang menjadi lubuk atau syurga membeban turun (ewah..pakai istilah melayu..ahakz) pelbagai fail-fail warez,mp3 dan juga bahan-bahan lucah.Uncle tak pasti sejak bila TMnet membuka servernya kepada umum dengan memberi kebenaran pengguna menyimpan (upload) fail-fail dari komputer peribadi mereka menggunakan laluan FTP dan berkongsi dengan pengguna-pengguna lain yang dapat mendownload sesuka hati dan sepuasnya (maklumlah Broadband katakan...ahakz ).</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 441px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/tmnet2.jpg" border="0" height="201" width="343" /></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="left"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="left"></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Nampaknya server ini tidak di pantau atau di kawal selia malah boleh di katakan di biarkan begitu saja,kalau tidak masakan berlaku perlambakan fail-fail yang tidak sepatutnya di dalam server ini.Ke mana admin server ? tidur atau tumpang seronot mendownload sama ? . Di Harap pihak pengurusan atasan TMNET mengambil serius tentang perkara ini bagi mengelakkan penyalahgunaan berlaku.</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Bagi mengelakkan korang semua serbu server ni untuk download ,uncle tak bagi url server ni tapi bagi yang tau pasal internet terutama menggunakan laluan FTP pandai-pandai lah korang.Dari larang baik suruh kata orang-orang tua dah benda ada depan mata.isk isk isk....</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Actually, we have been addressed this issue before whereby the bosses have received complains on X-rated stuff on this server of ours. However, the people in charge were aware of it at that time and blocked the access to the server.They did ,mention that they monitor the server. The server is open for customers to place their stuff. That was like 3 months ago, I checked the server again this morning, it's opened again, there's a mighty lot of junk there, which I stumbled upon one or two explicit stuff. It seems the activity is still on in there.</span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">It's a shame sometimes when we are educating people on stuff like this when the fact is we're having a server for this!! Goes back to the question Uncle SpyKedai was asking "Are they really monitoring or are they asleep?" Something should be done one this, takkan nak keep reminding them on doing their job properly</span>?</span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span></p></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126522288480631612005-09-12T18:50:00.000+08:002006-03-17T16:59:19.233+08:00Birth Order Predictor<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="middle"><b><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >You Are Likely a First Born (nope!)</span></b></td></tr><tr><td style="color: rgb(235, 242, 255);"><center><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/first-born.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></span></center><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.At work and school, you do best when you're researching.When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.<br />In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" align="center"><a href="%3Ca"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >The</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > Birth Order Predictor</span></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126521758688289712005-09-12T18:41:00.000+08:002005-09-12T18:49:40.396+08:00What Does Your Birth Date Mean?<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" style="color:#e6e6fa;"><b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Your Birthdate: September 10</span></b></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"><center><img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /></center><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"><span style="color:#333333;">Your birth on the 10th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your life. The number 1 energy suggest more executive ability and leadership qualities than you path may have indicated.A birthday on the 10th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach.<br />This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush. You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed. You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.</span>.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="<a"><span style="color:#ffffff;">What</span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Does Your Birth Date Mean?</span></a></div>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126485440708850612005-09-12T08:15:00.000+08:002006-03-17T17:01:20.560+08:00What I Got for My Birthday<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">It has been a while since I bought a book for myself, and my last visit to MPH has gotten me excited, looking at the new bestsellers and all (it has been ages since I've been there). Too bad I was runing low on cash, don't mention about credit card, those are hopeless either. I've been passionate on reading since I was small, but didn't really get to read much after I got married and further more I was into doing "hantaran", "bunga telur" and stuff like that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">So, when I got 4 novels on my birthday, I was so happy!! Somehow, Aqus knew I wanted books..hehe (of course he would after my ranting and complaining about not having money to buy them,). These are the books he bought for me :</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 418px; height: 157px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/combine.jpg" border="0" height="144" width="409" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >He's been noticing I've got mostly Sidney Sheldon's, so he bought the latest two as well as Dan Brown's 2 latest novels. I haven't started burying myself into them but <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">looking forward to it today. So, there it was, a simple yet meaningful birthday present. </span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Thanks dear for the wonderful books, by the way w<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">here ar</span>e the flowers? Eheheheh.....</span></span> </span></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Thanx bunches to all my friends for the birthday wishes and SMS' !</span><br /></span></span><br /></p>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126153298506842512005-09-10T12:22:00.000+08:002006-03-17T17:02:06.906+08:00I am 28 !!<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><strong>Happy Birthday to ME, Happy Birthday to ME, Happy Birthday to ILA AZALEA, Happy Birthday to ME!!! HEHEHEH ...WAAAHH SERONOKNYAAA !!!!!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;" ></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img src="http://imageserver.textamerica.com/user.images.x/63/IMG_465463/_0907/TZ200907210808387.jpg" width="400" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126159902864079022005-09-08T14:02:00.000+08:002006-03-17T17:07:00.423+08:00You're Going to Drop Over and Sleep<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I got</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">tagged by </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" href="http://cakcibo.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Caza</span></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">. Here</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> goes all my nothing much to talk about 28 years of life + 10 more ye<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">ars to co</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">me!</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">20 years ago: 1985 (I was 8)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"> was in Standard 2. Same school with Miss Caza, SRK (1) Kelana Jaya, in 2 Langsat! Although during that time I hardly saw her in school but we saw each other in the afternoon, after school during ‘mengaji’ classes then it’s rounders (kinda like softball?) time in the padang. Gosh, I remember those days we were playing rounders with the guys. Either that or kunda kundi, galah panjang and lompat getah. It’s very different from now where kids spend time indoor playing video games. My routine was packed outdoor from morning until around 7pm when I returned all sweaty and dirt-smelly. I remembered being very close to my elder brother since we were only 1 year apart. I will always follow him wherever he went. We practically grew up close together. That’s how we ended up playing with the guys, not to mention having </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">the tennis ba</span>ll slammed on your back when you got “CHOP!”. I wasn’t really smart in school in fact I was never really into studying, I was a slow learner. What I liked most in class was drawing and singing, yes singing was my passion. Can’t wait for assembly when I sang my heart out.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">10 years ago: 1995 (I was 18)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">After SPM, I didn’t really get to spend my time at home since all the MRSM students got shipped to different English courses. Mine was in IKIP 3 Pahang, near to the beach. I love that place! We would be running along the beaches in the afternoon after attending the English classes in the morning. I was always be the last person hehe.. nevertheless it was fun. Still remembered those wonderful times especially when you get to meet so many new frie</span>n<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">ds (they were around 400 students there) and I loved my classmates, I was in Cambridge class (they named every class with all the universities in UK). My memories never wondered far from the first huge , not-meant-to be crush I had in MRSM but it was during this English course that I learnt what it felt like to like somebody and to have that feeling returned. Too bad it didn’t last long, we both went separate ways after that. When I recei</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">ved my SPM results which was okay, although I could have done better in Add Maths & Physics (oh well, screw ‘em) I was actually quite satisfied. Wanna know why? Because my ambition is to be a lawyer! So I aimed to score for History, English and B. Melayu of which I did well. I remembered filling in the UPU form, making my top 3 choices as Law Matriculation, but had to change them since my parents insisted me to further</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">in Science. I hated going to Science Matriculation. Bluuurgghh boring.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">5 <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">ye</span>ars ago: 2000 (I was 23)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">At this point of time, I was still trying to find a good job after graduating in 99. The economy was bad, so I couldn’t be too picky on finding a job. The government and private companies shut their doors to employment. Luckily, I landed a job as a contract staff with TM Multimedia (now known as TM Net), and after 7 months of trying to prove myself, I got in as a permanent executive. I was ecstatic at that time because finally after 1.5 year of trying to find a job, Alhamdulillah, my wish was granted. Still I was single and wondering whether I will meet someone special.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">3 years ago: 2002 (I was 25)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">This would be one of the most memorable year of my life because I was (still am!) deeply in love with my hubby (my boyfriend then), work was okay, have started to get stressed from too much of events & exhibitions. Then one fine night in September, my boyfriend was proposing for us to get engaged. I remembered how uncertain he sounded and how shaky his voice was, but since his parents wanted us to take one step closer to marriage, we got engaged on October 13. Things were going great that year.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">This year: 2005 (I am 28)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >This year we celebrated our 2nd Anniversary on 6th September and I will be 28 in 2 days to come. I have been through a lot this year and last year. Too many tears and pain from losing babies and feeling like the hope is gone. However, I am blessed because my husband is always there to support me and share the sadness and pain, the emptiness feeling inside. He teaches me a lot on being strong and not losing hope. Hope lies in the heart of those who believes, and as long as he believes, I will keep hanging on to him to be my pillar of strength.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Next year: 2006 (I will be 29)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I plan to conceive again, and we will be moving into our new house in Prima Tropika. I foresee myself in a different company, maybe? And I want to develop myself to be a better wife and master myself in cooking. Probably I would further my Masters.We’ll see how things goes. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">10 years from now: 2015 ( I will be 38)</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">I will be having 4 kids by now most probably aged 9, 7,5 and 3. 2 boys and 2 girls, yep. The family would definitely be a noisy one with the kids running around. I will be starting my own business on handicrafts, gifts, hampers and flower arrangements so I will have more time to spend with my children and yes, my beloved husband. We would probably still be here in Selangor. I will be opening my business from 8am to 6pm only and spend time after that cooking and attending to the kids. We’ll do activities together during the weekends, probably going for movies, bowling or simply spending quiet moments together. Hmmm…too good to be true ….</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I am tagging : </span><a href="http://alongsj.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Along</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, </span><a href="http://aapitz.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Aapitz</span></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> and </span><a href="http://undiscussablerealms.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Selina</span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">!!</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1126152212412028712005-09-08T11:54:00.000+08:002005-09-08T12:09:25.666+08:00Happy 2nd Anniversary<div align="center"><img src="http://imageserver.textamerica.com/user.images.x/63/IMG_465463/_0907/TZ200907205259917.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Buat aqus dan ila<br /><br />( sebuah kisah cinta untuk kamu berdua )</strong><br /><br />tika angin rindu melambai mesra<br />ku lihat dari redup matamu berbayang suka<br />dengan senyuman seindah mutiara<br />di jarimu cincin indah bersarung jelita<br /><br /><br />the early moments of light<br />brought hope to today’s happiness<br />there’s a promise made…and a vow honored<br />as you stared your precious<br />with your eyes and your soul<br /><br /><br />there’s a beauty<br />stealing your heart in a single blink<br />throwing away your sorrows<br />through the serenity of seconds<br /><br /><br />dan dengan ikatan di jari, hati hati itu bersatu<br />seindah mimpi dan harapan hari hari dulu<br />sebuah kehidupan indah,</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">pasti menjadi reality dengan berkat kesabaran<br />keikhlasan serta merendah diri<br /><br /><br />usah lagi dibiarkan mata itu menangis<br />jangan lagi dibiarkan hati itu berdarah<br />be strong passing through the test of time<br />not only with love but also trust and honor<br /><br /><br />dan ingatlah<br />andai ada duka yang bakal ditempuhi nanti<br />adalah ujian untuk kita menghargai<br />kehidupan yang dipinjamkan ini<br />yang mana bila tiba masanya kelak<br />kita harus kembali kepada-NYA<br /><br /><br />demi hati yang bertuluskan ikhlas<br />untuk hati yang berkasihkan abadi</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">(this poem was written and beautifully framed by my dearest friend </span><a href="http://cakcibo.blogspot.com"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;">Caza</span></a></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffff33;">It is one of my most treasured wedding gift, thank you Caza, for the lovely gift. It always worked to cool me down during clashes to remember how i felt on that special day :D </span>)<br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1124966388264582422005-08-25T18:39:00.000+08:002005-08-25T18:39:48.263+08:00Back After The Silence<span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">Hello …hello anybody there? Azalea is back in the house. Been gone for 3 weeks. Did anyone missed me? I doubt it…hehe anyway I have been keeping quiet most of the time either coz I was busy or I just don’t feel like writing. Despite that, I still read my friends blogs so I know mostly on what they are up to.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">The main reason why I haven’t been blogging is because my blog has gone nuts. Whenever I want to create a new post, I can’t do any settings. The text box is there alright, but the tools on top of the text box are gone. So, basically I cannot amend my font type, sizes and colours, left alone to upload photo. So, at this moment, I’m trying to upload through Blogger in Microsoft Words.. Hmm.. if you see my postings, you’ll know it turned out ok. Not that ok.. the fonts are all in black..never mind la, as long as people can read.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">All in all, it has been quite a hectic 3 weeks, besides the work, here’s my update in the simplest form:</span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><ol><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"> My PC turned out ok. It was a virus but all my files and e-mails are there and I’m not complaining anymore. Remind me not to be itchy hands anymore. Next time, I might not be so lucky</span></li></ol><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><ol><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">one of my best colleague has left TM Net . I am sad coz he’s one of the best people I have worked with but I am also happy that he’s going to a better company that hopefully will realize the talented and hardworking guy that he is</span></li></ol><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><ol><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">I attended a two days course on marketing skills for non-marketing executive. Pretty helpful to brush up my marketing skills? What? Marketing skills? You are a chemist graduate!! Haha</span></li></ol><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><ol><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">Ya. One more thing. I got trapped in the lift once last week.Alone. Stupid KPV lift. But pretty cool experience. Wouldn’t want to go through it again. Blurrgghh luckily I was not in urgency to go to the toilet.</span></li></ol><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span><br/><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">See you guys some other time. Chow!!!!!!!!!</span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1123063239575484862005-08-03T17:35:00.000+08:002006-03-17T17:10:21.073+08:00Blame It On The Itchy Hands<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >It all started with a weird pop-up that kept appearing when I opened a window or program. At first, I thought it was nothing until more pop-ups started to appear. Somehow got me distracted. So, what I did was to install the pop-up blocker. Didn't work, since pop-up blocker only works when you open the internet explorer or netscape with pop-ups. This pop-up seems to be in my PC. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Ok, fine. Let's try another way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Undeterred, I cleaned all my temporary internet files , temp files and history. Still the pop-ups keep coming. Being the high flier, genius, one-of-a-kind whiz kid, instead of calling the OA guys to check on what's wrong, I decided to take matters into my own hands. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >New ways to kill off stubborn pop-ups:</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >1. Go to start</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >2. Move your cursor to settings and click control panel</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >3. In control panel, find the "add/ remove programs" icon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >4. Double click the "add/remove programs" icon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >5. Scan through the currently installed program</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >6. Choose program that you find suspicious or shouldn't be there and click "remove"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >7. Wait until the uninstallation process is complete</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >8. Click "Yes" to re-start your PC</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">9. After restarting your PC, you will notice that your screen has turned completely</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" ><strong>BLUE</strong></span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">10. Whoopssss!! You uninstalled the wrong program. Too late! Your PC just stayed</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><strong>BLUE</strong></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">. Wouldn't even show your desktop with the pretty flower wallpaper</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >11. Now sensing that you messed up, call the OA guys to come and reformat your PC</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">12. Congratulations . Now you have to wait at least 3 days for your PC to be cured. If you're lucky, your files are still retrievable. But in most cases they are not.</span> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hey, it is not my fault I'm so brainy, I'm born with it :</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">P .</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">*sigh*</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Served me right. And to think that it started with a stupid pop-up.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Now I have to float around finding unoccupied PC's to do my work and also to blog. Currently, my manager is away, so I got to use hers. Hopefully I won't wreck her PC. That will be super duper brilliant.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1122595949290553172005-07-29T08:09:00.000+08:002005-07-29T08:12:29.300+08:00What is a 710?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">A story to share</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">This doesn't mean all women are stupid (some men too!) when it comes to cars....</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But there always some exceptions.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Yesterday I was having some work done at the Ford dealer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A woman came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">We all looked at each other, and the mechanic asked,"What is a seven-hundred-ten?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine.I lost it and need a new one. It had always been there."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">The mechanic gave the woman a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710.He then took her over to another car which had the hood up and asked,"Is there a 710 on this car?"<br /><br />She pointed and said, "Of course, its right there."</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;">Now scroll down to learn what a 710 is.........</span> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/710.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span>AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10228518.post-1122370274659121282005-07-26T17:26:00.000+08:002005-07-26T17:31:14.666+08:00Latest Ladies Kitchen Accessory<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"><br />At this time I probably won't be needing this. Care to buy, anyone? Kinda cool huh? The knife block.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1942/781/320/Ladies%20Kitchen%20Accesory.jpg" border="0" />AzaLeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06385933154539029929noreply@blogger.com2