<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203</id><updated>2012-01-23T18:47:08.051+08:00</updated><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>One Hot Mama Muses</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world and musings. The trials and tribulations of 1 hot mama with my 2 adorable children, The A's. This blog is about my thoughts, my musings, my idiosyncrasies about being a daughter, a wife and a mother. So join me on my journey.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-8950745285188330010</id><published>2007-03-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:05:43.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_LCxU45OkQ/Rf95bqeOVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Z5SypPLG6M/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043883623842731346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_LCxU45OkQ/Rf95bqeOVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Z5SypPLG6M/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; post secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that's it true.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-8950745285188330010?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8950745285188330010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=8950745285188330010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/8950745285188330010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/8950745285188330010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-its-true.html' title='Sometimes I feel that'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z_LCxU45OkQ/Rf95bqeOVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Z5SypPLG6M/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-6509864316181187622</id><published>2007-01-18T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:46:44.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Hitting the big 3</title><content type='html'>The title just sums it up! I am hitting the big 3 soon &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sooner than I hope, actually)......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What have I achieved so far? Not much I guess..... I'm still going through the journey of life. Though the roads may not always be smooth but I am thankful that it is not too bumpy for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot of things that I need to do and improve and other things that I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my husband who knows me and understand my quirks, my moods and my idiosyncrasies. I hope that I have been a isteri mithali and not menyesali? *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my children who are healthy but naughty... :) I hope that I have been the best mother for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my parents and sisters who is always there for me. Though, I've realised that we've grown apart these past few months..... I know that deep down we are still the same and we will not lose the bond that we had. I hope that I have been a good daughter to my wonderful parents and an examplary sister to younger sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for all my families and friends and the blessings from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised that I have not been a good Muslim and I really need to improve on that. Insya'allah, I will try my best to dekatkan diri dengan Allah and be a better Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I will don the tudung before I hit 30 unfortunately I am not ready. I do not want to be one of those ladies who don the tudung as a fashion statement or do it just because ......&lt;br /&gt;I really need to be sincere and pure (in the heart lah ..the mind is already corrupted when I reach 18 hahahha)  before I am able to do it, so let me put the donning of the tudung as a milestone that I need to achieve in my life. I sincerely hope that I will be able to achieve that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moving on to the more important things .... *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year and told him to choose any one from the list below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An Omega watch *&lt;br /&gt;* A LV or Coach handbag *&lt;br /&gt;* A tennis bracelet from Cartier or Bvulgari *&lt;br /&gt;* A pair of shoes from Manola Blahniks *&lt;br /&gt;* A suit from Doir or Channel *&lt;br /&gt;* A Toyota Fortuner complete with a driver* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, I like big cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I am not materialistic cos at the end of the day.... it's your amalan that counts and not the number of branded things. Ceh, macam ustazah gitu. *kekekee*&lt;br /&gt;No, that was not list that I've given to hubby. I told him that his company for the day is enough followed by a romantic evening without the kids. Nak feeling newlyweds lah katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honey, if you are reading this ..... be prepared cos I have the whip and handcuffs ready. &lt;em&gt;*leering laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just kidding, lah. We are not into S&amp;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-6509864316181187622?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6509864316181187622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=6509864316181187622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/6509864316181187622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/6509864316181187622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2007/01/hitting-big-3.html' title='Hitting the big 3'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-116823659051018310</id><published>2007-01-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:09:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peektures</title><content type='html'>Here are the (belated)photos of the wedding of Marzelan and Camellia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farrahrawker.multiply.com/photos/album/5"&gt;from Ina's Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://farahnazleena.multiply.com/photos/album/9"&gt;from Leen's Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-116823659051018310?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116823659051018310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=116823659051018310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116823659051018310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116823659051018310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2007/01/peektures.html' title='Peektures'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-116600354476989543</id><published>2006-12-13T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T17:52:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>Going off to KL soon to attend a wedding. A Dato's daughter and a Datuk's son is getting married this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon with photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-116600354476989543?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116600354476989543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=116600354476989543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116600354476989543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116600354476989543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/12/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-116124604615739873</id><published>2006-10-19T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:33:32.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20102001</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;20102001&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that we were joined in holy matrimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/0eb41311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/0eb41311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr and Mrs Noh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id='mvci1' style='padding-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width:340px; text-align:center; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px'&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.musicvideocodes.biz/artist_Shania_Twain.html' style='font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline; font-weight: bold;' target='_blank'&gt;Shania Twain Music Video Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed  name='RAOCXplayer' autoplay='false' src='http://www.musicvideocodes.biz/asx.php?id=31444' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='340' height='300' ShowControls='0' ShowStatusBar='0' AutoSize='true' loop='false' EnableContextMenu='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id='mvci2' style='text-align: center; padding-top:2px; padding-bottom: 3px; width:340px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:10px;'&gt;Now Playing: &lt;a href='http://www.musicvideocodes.biz/artist_Shania_Twain.html' style='font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline; font-weight: bold;' target='_blank'&gt;Shania Twain&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href='http://www.musicvideocodes.biz/song_31444_Shania_Twain-You_re_Still_The_One.html' style='font-weight: bold; font-size:10px;text-decoration:underline' target='_blank'&gt;You&amp;#39;re Still The One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brought you by: &lt;a href='http://www.ringtonenow.com' style='text-decoration:underline; font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;' target='_self'&gt;Free Ringtones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our wedding song. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey of Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that passes&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I love you more&lt;br /&gt;I feel thankful of the times that we spend together&lt;br /&gt;I know and feel that you are my perfect companion and friend&lt;br /&gt;And I'll choose you again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally we have difficult moments&lt;br /&gt;But I would not give up even those &lt;br /&gt;Because it’s a part of the journey of love &lt;br /&gt;That we've been on &lt;br /&gt;I want to travel by your side&lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 5TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, HONEY. &lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL OUR DREAMS COME TRUE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-116124604615739873?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/116124604615739873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=116124604615739873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116124604615739873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/116124604615739873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/10/20102001.html' title='20102001'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115993157627770441</id><published>2006-10-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:12:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innanillah</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://shut-updarl.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin Amy's&lt;/a&gt; grandmother passed away this morning. Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas Allahyarhammah Hajjah Fatema Binte Abdul Hamid. May Allah gather her with all the good Muslimin and Muslimat. Amiin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115993157627770441?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115993157627770441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115993157627770441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115993157627770441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115993157627770441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/10/innanillah.html' title='Innanillah'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115917563106842697</id><published>2006-09-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:13:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa!!</title><content type='html'>Selamat Berpuasa Y'all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115917563106842697?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115917563106842697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115917563106842697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115917563106842697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115917563106842697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa!!'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115762319733756721</id><published>2006-09-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T17:59:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondie</title><content type='html'>I had 1 of my blonde moments today. I forgot to bring my purse this morning. I was rushingly (if that's a word) walking towards the MRT station when I searched my bag for my purse and couldn't find it. That's when the light bulb went on in my head and I've realised that I've left it in another bag. Dang it!!&lt;br /&gt;Made a frantic phonecall to my helper and asked her to send the purse to me. She was going errrmmm ok but I can tell from her tone that she wasn't understanding what I was saying so I asked her to pass the phone to my mum. Told mum about what happened and she asked me to walk back and meet my helper halfway. It's a 7 minutes walk to the MRT from my house wearing heels. &lt;em&gt;Yes, I timed myself when I wasn't in a hurry&lt;/em&gt; :) And guess what, I was feeling "wanita Melayu terakhir" today so I am in baju kurung and high heels and do you think I want to walk back home..... Nah, I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, I was late for work and had to pay $5.50 for cab fare. And that's only from Yew Tee Mrt to Sungei Kadut Loop (my middle of nowhere workplace) &lt;br /&gt;So what's the moral of the story you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is &lt;br /&gt;1) not to wear baju kurung and high heels to work&lt;br /&gt;2) not to change handbags to match your clothes &lt;br /&gt;3) not to be a blonde &lt;br /&gt;4) all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your best answer. *heh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115762319733756721?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115762319733756721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115762319733756721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115762319733756721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115762319733756721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/09/blondie.html' title='Blondie'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115736242709423656</id><published>2006-09-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:33:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miz K is down with HFMD :(</title><content type='html'>My darling lil princess is down with HFMD. It is so sad for us as parents to see our active, vivacious and talkative baby girl to be so quiet. We actually miss her chot-chetchot-chet (stories) and her non-stop questions and story telling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with her having fever on Thursday night so we brought her to the clinic bright and early on Friday morning. Doc prescribed some Nurofen and cough mixture for her. Then on Saturday night, she complained of having throat pain and difficulty in swallowing.I thought she was being her usual drama-mama style cos she refuses to have dinner. This just goes to show what a bo-chup mother, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was at work so we decided to bring her to the clinic again on Sunday morning. After checking her, the Doctor confirmed that she have HFMD cos she got so MANY ULCERS in her throat and it IS very painful for her to swallow. She have a few red spots on her feet and a few on her hands also. Her doctor prescribed some lozenges and anti-imflammotary for her. She now seems to be on ice-cream diet only cos that's the only thing that she wants to eat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, hubby is off today so he can really look after her but I can't take leave tomorrow cos my boss is on leave *kwang kwang kwang*......... Unfortunately, Lil Bu is also having fever so praying hard that he won't get the same disease as his sister. 1 cranky kid is enuff to drive hubby up the wall........... can you imagine having 2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115736242709423656?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115736242709423656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115736242709423656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115736242709423656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115736242709423656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/09/miz-k-is-down-with-hfmd.html' title='Miz K is down with HFMD :('/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115563154637444806</id><published>2006-08-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:45:46.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaack, back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*wipes the dust off my long-forgotten blog......*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back finally from a long and busy month of work. The summer months are always the busiest time of the year for us so now finally i can take a breather and hopefully goes back to "eat pay blind" = makan gaji buta. heheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things that I want to update but it seems so "dah basi" = stale now. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, what's been happening in my life for the past 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;Weeeellllll, my dear husband celebrated his big 3 -O on the 25th of July. But don't tell him that, I told you guys, cos if you were to ask him, he will be forever 25! &lt;em&gt;nak tangkap feeling muda sentiasa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went dating just the two of us without the kids and watched this French movie that was starring Monica Belluci and Gerard Depardieu. You can know more about the movie &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/film-reviews/how-much-do-you-love-me/2006/04/12/1144521396710.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; ...... The movie sucks or maybe we are not arty-farty type who can enjoy foreign films. hahahhhaaa. Anyway, I wanted to say this about Gerard Depardieu....... "Walaupun rupamu tak ku kenang tetapi lubang hidung mu tetap menjadi pujaaan hatiku" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner at Straits Kitchen. What's so good about that place is beyond me. The food was not great, we could get better tasting food from the hawker centres and at alot cheaper prices and the waiting time was quite long also cos we did not make any reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, we had a great time and relieve our paktor-ing days..... Too bad Hyatt does not charge the rooms rates by the hour cos otherwise we would have .... ehem-ehem! *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115563154637444806?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115563154637444806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115563154637444806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115563154637444806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115563154637444806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-baaack-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m baaack, back again'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115269264871463992</id><published>2006-07-12T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:24:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miz K turned 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/400/Picture%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Miss Chindian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling firstborn turned 4 on July 10. Her mother, the big procrastinator took a few days to update :)She celebrated it in school with her classmates and as usual the pictures had not been updated yet. *sheepish smile*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115269264871463992?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115269264871463992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115269264871463992&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115269264871463992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115269264871463992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/07/miz-k-turned-4.html' title='Miz K turned 4'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115165055181999608</id><published>2006-06-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:55:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more "eatpayblind."</title><content type='html'>I would like to say thank you to those ladies who have tagged me or left comments in my blog. I'm so sorry that I was not able to reply. Been so busy with work cos more pay = more responsibilities = no time to eat snake and go bloghopping or surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking a short break from blogging and will try to tagged you lovely ladies when time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I bid you goodbye for now and to quote Arnold in Terminator..... I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115165055181999608?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115165055181999608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115165055181999608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115165055181999608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115165055181999608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-more-eatpayblind.html' title='No more &quot;eatpayblind.&quot;'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115077152569497610</id><published>2006-06-20T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:20:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux anniversaire, mon Bu de lil</title><content type='html'>My darling baby boy turned one on 16 June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/d322%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/320/d322%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was him a few hours after birth. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him, he's so tiny. He weighed about 2.7kg but look at him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/IMG_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115077152569497610?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115077152569497610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115077152569497610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115077152569497610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115077152569497610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/joyeux-anniversaire-mon-bu-de-lil.html' title='Joyeux anniversaire, mon Bu de lil'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-115035329322527331</id><published>2006-06-15T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:34:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/Highway-Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/400/Highway-Sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-115035329322527331?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/115035329322527331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=115035329322527331&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115035329322527331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/115035329322527331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/sign.html' title='The Sign'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114984560079565779</id><published>2006-06-09T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:33:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a mother</title><content type='html'>Something to share with all the mothers out there. Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after &lt;br /&gt;you've had a baby....Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct...Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said being a mother is boring...Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out &lt;br /&gt;good"... Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices...Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother...Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the &lt;br /&gt;first... Somebody doesn't have two children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing &lt;br /&gt;questions in the books.... somebody never had a child stuff beans up &lt;br /&gt;his nose or in his ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and &lt;br /&gt;delivery....somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the &lt;br /&gt;first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military "boot &lt;br /&gt;camp." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one &lt;br /&gt;hand tied behind her back ...somebody never organized seven giggling &lt;br /&gt;Brownies to sell cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets &lt;br /&gt;married....somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or &lt;br /&gt;daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves &lt;br /&gt;home....somebody never had grandchildren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to &lt;br /&gt;tell her.... somebody isn't a mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114984560079565779?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114984560079565779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114984560079565779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114984560079565779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114984560079565779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-mother.html' title='Being a mother'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114948917156131554</id><published>2006-06-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:32:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>My dearest mummy and 3rd sister, Leen, are leaving for "Umrah" tomorrow. This will Mummy's 1st time going for Umrah but this it will not be her 1st time there cos she already went for her Haj back in 1998 with daddy. I really envied her cos she was 6 months pregnant at that time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be gone for about two weeks. Both Miz K and Mr Bu will definately miss their Nani loads. Miz K already said that she wants to come along. It's her daily litany for now. It's always "Cha nak ikut Nani, Cha nak ikut Nani pergi Umrah. Jangan bawak Auntie Leen, bawak Cha lah, please Nani. Pleeeeeaseee Nani?" = I&lt;em&gt; wanna go with you, I wanna go Umrah with you. Bring me instead of Auntie Leen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been throwing tantrums too and she wants her Nani to do everything for her. *roll eyes* I wanted to take 2 weeks off from work unfortunately it wasn't approved so hubby will take care of the 2 "A" angels instead. Good luck to you, honey. Hope that you will have lots of funs with the 4 kiddos (my 2 kids and 2 younger sisters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be sending Mum and Leen off to the airport tomorrow so if there's news reports that the airport "banjir", you guys will know, what's the cause. *Heh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114948917156131554?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114948917156131554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114948917156131554&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114948917156131554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114948917156131554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/06/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114904862870638109</id><published>2006-05-31T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:10:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last straw...</title><content type='html'>Ok, that last post just seems baaaddd. Let me tell you what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came late to work on Monday cos I had to send Miz K to school as she was going for an excursion to Jurong Bird Park. That nyonya wanted to take Medical leave on that day so she called the office at 8.30am and one of my colleagues answered. Naturally, I wasn't in the office so this nyonya went to call my boss on his hand phone and said that she is on MC but both me and Amy (who's temping as the recept) is not around. Btw, Amy was also on Mc that day. So if he needs her to come back to the office, she will do it. Action baik lah konon but die-die she selitkan that I wasn't around. So my boss rushed his wife to work.(It's a family biz) Fortunately for me, I have already informed his wife that I will be coming in a bit late. She was the one who informed me what the nyonya did. Apparently, this was not the 1st time. There were a few instances which I will not say but it has just been going on for ages. It's seems that she is jealous of the relationship that I have with my boss and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I am the type of person who can't be bothered to "entertain" that type of people  thus I am not talking to her. She being the BB that she is, wants to know why am I not talking to her. Please-lah, go ask yourself what you have done and learn from it. Psst, I am not the only person whom she back-stabbed, there is a few other people here who can't stand her smelly self also.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have had enough of her antics. I just hope what comes around goes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114904862870638109?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114904862870638109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114904862870638109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114904862870638109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114904862870638109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-straw.html' title='The last straw...'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114898320848076450</id><published>2006-05-30T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:00:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*wipes the dust off my blog*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeheee, yoohoo. Sorry for not updating my blog in ages. Been so busy with work cos 2 of my colleagues went balik kampung for 2 weeks so I had to cover their assess oops sorry I mean, duties. Hopefully, I will be back to "eatpayblind" by mid of next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;I was also busy taking out the knives from my back cos of a certain blardy nyonya. I really cannot understand why some people had to back-stabbed others to put themselves in a good light. Can't they get by or should I say climb up the ladder with their own efforts? Why must they paint someone with a bad light? Haiz..... had enough off her antics, really feel like telling her off or going straight to my boss but that will make me the same as her. &lt;em&gt;Oh, tidaaakkk, tak rela akak&lt;/em&gt;.... Fortunately, my boss saw that I am working very hard and on top of that he really trusts me and ehem likes me very much so instead of listening to her "gossips" and jibes , he is going to give me a pay raise. Muaahaaahhaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Eat your heart out, your blardy bitch. I hope you get your just deserts! Now look who's laughing all the way to the bank. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114898320848076450?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114898320848076450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114898320848076450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114898320848076450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114898320848076450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114724689210543130</id><published>2006-05-10T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:44:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Birthdays &amp; Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>It was Mummy's birthday last Sunday, May 7. She turned 50 years young. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a joint celebration of Birthday and Mother's Day. It was mummy's off day so we were the ones who did the cooking. My 2nd sis, Nadia did the spaghetti bolognaise while I baked pizzas. My 3rd sister, Leen, was in charge of drinks(she always chooses the easiest job there is) while my 4th sis, Shikin, was the designated driver. She was the one who had to go shopped for the items that we need and later for the items that we missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered cupcakes for mum instead of the usual cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/DSCF5064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/DSCF5064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;A close up of the cupcakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/DSCF5070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/DSCF5070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 4 tier cupcakes stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psst: I took the photos from BM's blog cos my multiply was going wonkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the cupcakes from this&lt;a href="http://www.uber-mommy.net/blog/"&gt; kind lady&lt;/a&gt;. The Big Momma or Cupcakes Momma, no, she's not big but she's the forum owner of M4M, the forum which I always frequent hence the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cupcakes received rave reviews from my cousins who were really loving it. My mum ands aunties like it too but they find it a bit sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to upload the photos in my multiply but to no avail. Will try again later tonight if the couch/TV or my darlings don't call out to me 1st. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114724689210543130?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114724689210543130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114724689210543130&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114724689210543130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114724689210543130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-birthdays-mothers-day.html' title='Of Birthdays &amp; Mothers Day'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114664350872545156</id><published>2006-05-03T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:22:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Kids .....Big Mouths</title><content type='html'>We decided to cut Miz K's hair as it was reaching her shoulders as she refused to tie or pin her hair. We had no choice but send her for a haircut. Everybody at home complimented her and said that she looked so cute with her short hair, just like Dora the Explorer (one of her favourite cartoon character). She was so happy that she was grinning ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from work the next day, she greeted me with her sad face. I asked her why and this is what she had to say :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello darling, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK : I'm sadlah mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why darling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK : Kawan2 Alysya cakap rambut Alysya tak lawa = &lt;em&gt;my friends said that my hair is not nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Lawalah kan macam Dora. Dora kan lawa. &lt;em&gt;= Pretty like Dora. Dora is pretty, isn't she?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK : No lah mama, Alysya nak rambut panjang Alysya balik. = &lt;em&gt;No mum, I want my long hair back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tak boleh lah sayang, kalau dah gunting rambut, nanti nak kena tunggu dia panjang sendiri. Never mindlah, you are still the prettiest girl around. If you don't beleive me , go ask your aunties and nani and totok, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With her sad face and sulky lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK : oklah, oklah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walks off in a huff, looking for her "fans"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz........ children nowdays are getting smarter and smarter. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to laugh or be shocked at their comments and antics. Talk about peer pressure. Can you believe it, these children are only in nursery, I wonder what will happen when they reached primary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is polling day! It will be my 1st time voting, yay, I'm so excited. I have never voted before. So whould you choose? As per the advertisement on TV, it's either ship or flower.... kekekkke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend peeps!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114664350872545156?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114664350872545156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114664350872545156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114664350872545156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114664350872545156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/05/small-kids-big-mouths.html' title='Small Kids .....Big Mouths'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114619127170008751</id><published>2006-04-28T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:27:51.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The belated entry</title><content type='html'>Gosh.This was supposed to be done ages ago! contrary to my sisters "popular" believe. I do not (eatpayblind) hokay? Been busy with work stuff and such. oh! I think I'm having writers block also. I will be typing and typing away and then suddenly the flow will stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went to my kuzzin's engagement 2 weekends ago. Had a "happening" road trip. Can you imagine, my aunt flo decided to visit me on the way there? And the next pit stop was so far away. Had no choice but to tahan. Hahahahaaa. Won't really go into details cos it's bad enough already. And my aunties and sisters had a good laugh at my expense. pffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the photos &lt;a href="http://diananoh.multiply.com/photos/album/24"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I just realised that I looked so round in the photos. Boy, I really need to work on my new year resolution. Damn..... there goes my ice-creams and chocolates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114619127170008751?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114619127170008751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114619127170008751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114619127170008751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114619127170008751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/belated-entry.html' title='The belated entry'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114534509607845487</id><published>2006-04-18T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:24:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tqagged!....... I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Thank you Mummy Hestia for thinking of me. So here it is :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I have had in my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) A sales girl at the now defunct Lane Crawford. Met a lot of old and rich Indonesians but was too young to "hook" one of them for my bapak gula-gula......&lt;em&gt;heheee just kidding.&lt;/em&gt; Nak mampus! Nanti kena sula dengan my real bapak baru tahu ...........&lt;br /&gt;b) Import coordinator in a freight forwarding com. The pay was peanuts but the overtime pay was Shiok!! At that time, I was still single and had no social (night) life so saving money and shopping was the order of the day. &lt;br /&gt;c) Planner/Buyer for an electrical distributor. It was in Ang Mo Kio Ave 10 and I'd always go to Junction 8 for lunch and shopping. Me and my lunch kakis took 2 hour lunch breaks. That was the best!!&lt;br /&gt;d) Customer Service Executive for a moving company. This company is in the middle of nowhere so we had to bring our own lunch or we'll go hungry. No more 2 hour lunch breaks for me..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I would watch over and over again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Pretty Women. Everybody loves a modern day cinderella and not forgetting my all time fav hero, Mr Richard Gere..... &lt;em&gt;*drools*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Grease. Who can forget the very bapok looking John Travolta but the songs...... &lt;em&gt;*thumbs up!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) The Bujang Lapok Chronicles. No explaination needed!&lt;br /&gt;d) Hitch. Another one of my all time fav hero, Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have lived &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Marine Parade. Nenek's house. A place where I was born and raised till I started primary school. My mum used to hire a "beca" (trishaw) for me to go to kindy. I still remembered that it was $10 per month.&lt;br /&gt;b) Ang Mo Kio Ave 6. My Primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;c) Yishun St 81. My Secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;d) Woodlands St 13. A place where I'm building my memories with my love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I love to watch &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) CSI (Las Vegas). Gil Grissom and gang is the best. I remembered that I gave birth to Alysya on Wednesday at 10.17 pm and I was thinking that yay! can still watch CSI cos it was showing at 11.00pm but was detained in the delivery suite so still missed it.*Ceh* And when I was having labor pains with Aizat, I asked my dad to wait till CSI was finished before sending me to KKH. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;b) CSI (Miami).&lt;br /&gt;c) Amazing Race. I got to travel all around the world in the comfort of my own home. What more can I say? &lt;em&gt;*winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Charmed. Don't you wish you had their powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I've been on vacation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Bali, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;b) Hong Kong, HK&lt;br /&gt;c) Bangkok, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;d) All of the M'sian states except Sabah and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I visit daily &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Yahoooooo! To read the news in the US and the celebs gossips also.&lt;br /&gt;b) Moms 4 moms&lt;br /&gt;c) Other people's blog&lt;br /&gt;d) Asiaone. To know what is happening in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favourite food &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Black Pepper Steak&lt;br /&gt;b) Mee Soto&lt;br /&gt;c) Mutton Chop&lt;br /&gt;d) Spaghetti. My own recipe. Sedaaaaap you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) New York City, USA. For shopping giler with my mum and sisters and to tangkap feeling macam Carrie Bradshaw ..........&lt;br /&gt;b) London, UK. For shopping giler and hear the London people speaking London. Mana tahu boleh jumpa Prince William???&lt;br /&gt;c) Venice, Italy. For shopping giler and to tangkap feeling romantik with hubby. Ye lah, takkan with with Mat Italian, kan??&lt;br /&gt;d) Dubai, UAE. For shopping giler and to find a rich saudagar minyak to become my brother in law ........ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four friends I will tag &amp; whom I think will respond  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Al-sayf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ayeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Achin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok folks. That's all the random facts about me.If you wanna know more, set up a dialogue session with me ala 20/20 or kalau nak happening sikit, ala Oprah Winfrey. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, ciao bella!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114534509607845487?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114534509607845487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114534509607845487&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114534509607845487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114534509607845487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/04/tqagged-im-it.html' title='Tqagged!....... I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114352406845041035</id><published>2006-03-28T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:34:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U will always be</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You will always be my ........... BU! Well, it's been decided that Lil Bu will keep his name as Aizat but he will always be my Bu, my bu..... my buuuuu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114352406845041035?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114352406845041035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114352406845041035&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114352406845041035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114352406845041035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/u-will-always-be.html' title='U will always be'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114302079682993324</id><published>2006-03-22T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:46:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boo. my boo........</title><content type='html'>We will be holding a kenduri kesyukuran for Bu this Sunday and we are thinking of changing his name also. Nah, we won't take the trouble to change his B/C or anything. It's  just the name to call him. Most of the people said that maybe his name is too "berat" for him. So we will be like orang dulu-dulu, mak bapak namakan lain tapi panggil lain. You know like the name is Esah but everybody call her Salmah or maybe the name is Buang and people call him Man or something like it lah. Just like my kuz, his real name is Hasinulzaidin but he's known to everybody as Kassim.  And I guess, the same thing will happen to Bu also. His name is Aizat Fiqri  which means kemulian fikiran but he will be called ........ The verdict is still out on that cos we are waiting for Ustaz Shafie to name him. Anyways,  I have prepared a list of the nick-names :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bu (shortform for Bulat and he's always gonna be my boo, my boo oh,oh) oops got carried away there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Adik (almost everyone said that it just sounds gay on a boy) *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Abang (this i protest cos if we call him abang, there's going to be a possibility of  a adik in future, which I don't want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Aidan (i've always wanted that name, it means brave in celtic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Izzat or Haizat instead of Aizat (suggested by hubby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Samson (so he will strong like him so that the name won't be berat anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets wait and see what the Ustaz say ............ I just hope that it won't some really, really classic name like Hassan or Hussin or Dol or Mat or something like that lah. It's not like I have something against that name but duh ...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114302079682993324?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114302079682993324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114302079682993324&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114302079682993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114302079682993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-boo-my-boo.html' title='My boo. my boo........'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114284691114210638</id><published>2006-03-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:28:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby oh hubby</title><content type='html'>I was really pissed with the hubby yesterday. Wanted him to go for breakfast with the family and later to the beach cos my youngest sister, Momochacha and Miz K wanted to but he refused. The reason he gave was he tired from his morning jog and we did not tell him earlier that we are going out for breakfast. Please lah, it's not like he's the president or something that his life revolves around schedules that he needs to follow. Anyways, the trip to the beach was an impromtu thing so in the end we went without him. &lt;br /&gt;Did not get home till about 4pm and was so tired cos I had to carry Miz K from where we were sitting to the toilet which was so faaaaaar away. Upon reaching home, I showed him my black face, which will usually happens when I'm angry with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took a nap cos I was really dead tired and he later woke me up to ask him to assist him in changing Bu. Can't help but to tell him that, "oh you mean you can't manage it alone but you expect me to take care of 2 kids outside without you?" This got him angry and he just left me with Bu who just did a merlion hence the need to change him. Me, being me, rubbed on his face that I managed to give Bu and a sponge bath and change him all by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we exchanged some heated words and he decided to leave the house. 30 mins later, I received a sms from him. Asking for my forgiveness and to let the matter rest. I smsed him back and said that I was sorry too. He smsed me again, asking if I wanted dinner but I told him no cos mum just fried some rice but to buy McD for Miz K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this incident were to happen during the early years of our marriage, we would be having a cold war for a few hours or it will even be dragged for a few days cos both of us will be to stubborn to admit our mistakes but thank God that we've both grown up through the years of being together and knowing each other faults. So this incident was treated just like the small matter that it was and was not blown out of proportions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to say that both of us had a wonderful time last night making up. &lt;em&gt;*a big wideass grin*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So my darling honey, i really heart you very, very much. Heeheee, I can't just stop smiling today........ Me in a very, very happy land. &lt;em&gt;Hahahaha, must be high on something. *winks*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114284691114210638?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114284691114210638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114284691114210638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114284691114210638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114284691114210638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/hubby-oh-hubby.html' title='Hubby oh hubby'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114249838434487003</id><published>2006-03-16T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:39:44.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Q</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THank you for the well wishes. Thank God that Lil Bu is back to normal. Unfortunately, he have to be on "puffs" for a whole year. But hey, who's complaining, right? I'm really glad that he is ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shout-out to my dear cuz, who managed to add the links. Thanks Amirah dearest. Please feel free to comeout and babysit anytime also as Lil Bu seems so taken by you. Hmmmm...... &lt;em&gt;kecik-kecik dah pandai choose anak dara jambu, anak boy I,ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114249838434487003?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114249838434487003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114249838434487003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114249838434487003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114249838434487003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-q.html' title='Thank Q'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114196595164258973</id><published>2006-03-10T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:43:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Memories</title><content type='html'>Life have really been bittersweet for me for the past few weeks. I would really like to pour out my experience but then it will be melancholy so here's an edited version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miz K was down with the flu virus on 19 February and stretched all the way to the 23rd. By then, she had passed it down to her lil bro, Bu. We sent Bu to the GP on Thursday night (23rd), and he was prescribed with the usual meds. His fever actually shot up to 40 degrees on Saturday and we brought him to the A&amp;E at KKH. They wanted to ward him but we refused cos his fever had went down by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the 26th, we noticed that he had started wheezing so we sent him back to the A&amp;E and he was warded. The next day, the doctors took some of his blood to do some tests and it was later determined that he got a viral infection and on top of that he had an asthma attack. He had been crying non-stop eversince he was warded and the only time he stops is when he is sleeping. My heart just breaks everytime I look at him, my dearest baby boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday, 2nd March at about 4.30am when the nurse took his temperature, we(the nurse and me) noticed that his temperature had shot up and his lips had turned pale, almost blue. He had difficulty breathing and we decided to call the doctors pronto. 2 doctors came after the page but the situation was quite dire that they called a senior doctor to help out. So many things we done to him to stabilize his condition, I shan't go into details cos it is too painful for me, suffice to say that they had to move him to the ICU for observations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe the tumult of emotions that I went through within that time. Me alone and standing helplessly watching the doctors and nurses trying to pump oxygen into his lungs and trying their best to open up his airways to accept the oxygen. They took somemore blood to determine if there is enough oxygen in his bloodstreams, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was my only companion at that time cos I literally had no one to turn too. Hubby and parents were at home and the story continues at the ICU. I still find it quite difficult to talk or in this case, write about it so I should end it here. It's enough to say that all turned out well later.&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed that my son is back home with me and we are really looking forward to celebrate his 9months birthday this Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then I bid everyone of you Adieu and till we meet again. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but soon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114196595164258973?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114196595164258973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114196595164258973&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114196595164258973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114196595164258973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/03/bittersweet-memories.html' title='Bittersweet Memories'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114077164110676468</id><published>2006-02-24T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:00:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin went bad</title><content type='html'>This template/blogskin is so not working for me. Will try to make adjustments otherwise will be back with a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaarggghhhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114077164110676468?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114077164110676468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114077164110676468&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114077164110676468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114077164110676468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/skin-went-bad.html' title='Skin went bad'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114076762013987137</id><published>2006-02-24T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:02:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of my blind date</title><content type='html'>I went on my blind date as planned. We decided to meet at Bugis Mrt station at about 7pm. As usual the mrt was really packed and we were all like sardines in a can. What else is new right? Anyways, of all days, that was the day that I forgot to bring my story book to work &lt;em&gt;.*roll eyes* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to listen to the radio using my hp. I was not really paying attention to my surroundings cos I thought that I've reached Bugis but it's only City Hall. Kwang, kwang,kwang.....  So what to do, act blurlah and stand in front of the door. After much shoving, poking and excuse me's, I managed to get out of the train when I finally reached Bugis. That day just reconfirms my belief that most, not all, people that take the train are a rude bunch. That's another story all together but back to my blind date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my 2nd (Dada) &amp; 3rd (Leen) sis there, hhhmmmm but still no sign of my "date". Let's call her Ms M. She was telling me that she is carrying a Red handbag, wearing black pants and Cream Coloured Tudung (head scarf).. After waiting for awhile, I decided to go near the Station Control and try to find her, my 2 sisters waited outside. I was about to step foot in to the station when my Dada called me. She saw someone matching that description. Should have asked Ms M to bring a stalk of rose, it will be so much easier. &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met... Cut the intro part and everything, we decided to go for dinner as Leen was fasting that day and need to break her fast...... Ms M wants to eat at ZamZam but Leen doesn't, coz she claimed the food was not as nice as before. She suggested Banquet or Amirah's Grille (which had shifted to the Arab Street Area).&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh confident, Leen claimed that she's been there once before during Ramadan so she knows where it is. Fine, we followed her and off she she went like a hen leading her hot chicks (ehemm) ......&lt;br /&gt;So off we went round and round Arab Street and she still could not locate where this place is...... so we walked and walked and walked.Leen wanted us to explore Arab street by foot, I guess. *roll eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that day, was the day that I decided to wear the most uncomfortable shoes on earth so my feet was already protesting. I was on the verge of raising the white flag. So I suggested we just eat at Samra or House of Beriani or even Tepak Sireh.  But Leen was still not giving up her hopes of finding this Amirah's Grille so she told us to wait at a junction for awhile, while she walked on. We were left there in the middle of nowhere, really, it was really the middle of nowhere cos you know how deserted Arab Street can be at night, right?.... ........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited, for what it seems like ages..........Finally! She found Amirah's Grille.. YEAH!!! So she called me on my hp (ah, the wonders of technology) even though, she was within shouting distance. Nak act demure lah tu, konon. Cheh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great... And I was so full!!! I think I put on 10kgs!!!! Leen paid first..... First being the operative word here, cos it means we still owe her money. Later she go and write  "OWE MONEY PAY MONEY" on our room doors or she's going to take out her black umbrella and paste on 3 white stripes on her forehead and become a chettiar(Indian word for moneylender aka loan shark) this end of the month....... hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after dinner, Ms M requested us to follow her to a place for her gathering for E-commerce or something like that..... She was from KL, by the way. She came alone for a seminar so that is why my cousin wanted us to keep her company.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we managed to find this place and at the door, all 3 of us did not want to enter....... Seriously, we weren't interested in this socializing cum networking cum pyramid selling stuff..... We managed to convince her that we'll be ok outside, waiting for her..... So we waited and chit chatted among ourselves. Shortly after, she came out with another person trying to talk us into coming in but we were adamant and managed to stay put outside.  We were getting bored and around 930 pm being the couch potato that we are, we remembered that there's Desperate Housewives at 10pm, so Leen and Dada decided to pull out a common trick.  Have to tell you though, that this trick will only work, if you are a mother. Serious, wa tak bedek lu, lah beb. So I, went in a for a few mins and told Ms M that my daughter and son is not sleeping coz they have not seen me for the day and I need to rush home... .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, we managed to get out of the awkward situation very nicely.. hehehe... Kudos to us. Btw, that trick will always work provided when you are a parent lah. Won't work on bapoks or pondans, though. So said people, you better not try that trick cos it won't work. Hahaha, that's the story of our blind date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody want to organize another blind date? hiaks....hiaks....hiaks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114076762013987137?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114076762013987137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114076762013987137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114076762013987137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114076762013987137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-my-blind-date.html' title='The story of my blind date'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114068219790121817</id><published>2006-02-23T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:09:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>I need help! I just changed my template but I can't add other bloggers blog. Everytime I do that, the page went the whole way down. So how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114068219790121817?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114068219790121817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114068219790121817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114068219790121817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114068219790121817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114042839080957580</id><published>2006-02-20T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:39:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blind date</title><content type='html'>I'm going on a blind date. *heh* &lt;br /&gt;No!, not with another guy lah (nak kena pelangkong with my hubby) but with a lady. She is a friend of my cuzzin who is in town for today and she will be leaving tomorrow. She just called me for a meet-up and we are going to Arab Street. Heehee, I wonder how it is to be on blind date with another lady? Mesti kecoh kan? &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've decided not to do it alone so I've called in my 2 other sisters to come along. I'm getting ready to leave the office now. Fortunately, I'm wearing quite OK clothes today otherwise tentu I look selekeh. Where can right? Image mesti maintain, beb! :)&lt;br /&gt;So where can I purchase a single stalk of rose? *LOL*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114042839080957580?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114042839080957580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114042839080957580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114042839080957580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114042839080957580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-blind-date.html' title='My blind date'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-114006558025417328</id><published>2006-02-16T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:53:00.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the blonde</title><content type='html'>Heeheee, me being the "blonde" that I am, forgot to change the settings in my haloscan hence all the comments that you ladies posted were left there for moderation. Thanks Ann for the update. No wonder I never see any comments. I thought that nobody reads my humble blog. *heh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all the well wishes and comments. Will try to update more frequently from now one. Kalau this blog is one of my children, dah lama mati because of neglect, agaknya. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-114006558025417328?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/114006558025417328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=114006558025417328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114006558025417328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/114006558025417328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-blonde.html' title='Me, the blonde'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113990285867616493</id><published>2006-02-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:42:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mushy entry</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to my wonderful husband, the hero in my life. Here our song, honey! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;is almost more than i can take&lt;br /&gt;Baby when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel howmuch you love me&lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts &lt;br /&gt;i can see your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;i wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm amazed by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you skin&lt;br /&gt;the taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;the way you whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;your hair all around me, baby you surround me&lt;br /&gt;you touch every place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;oh, it feels like the first time everytime&lt;br /&gt;i wanna spend the whole night in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love with you &lt;br /&gt;it just keeps getting better &lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;oh, every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm amazed by you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113990285867616493?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113990285867616493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113990285867616493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113990285867616493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113990285867616493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mushy-entry.html' title='My Mushy entry'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113955619345748057</id><published>2006-02-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:23:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a gripe</title><content type='html'>I have a date with my 2nd sister to go for our not usual manicure and pedicure session but......  no thanks to my dearest hub, it looks like I have to cancel it. &lt;br /&gt;Hub was supposed to send Bu for his immunization yesterday. Typically being a man and without a reminder from his dearest wife, he totally forgot about. *roll eyes* So it looks like I have to be the one sending him tomorrow. And you know how everything is at polyclinics. The service is slow, the wait is long and blah..blah..blah. Furthermore, tomorrow is a Saturday and the poly is on half day. I guess that my whole half day will be burned tomorrow. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, Dada, it looks like I have to cancel on you ...... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113955619345748057?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113955619345748057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113955619345748057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113955619345748057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113955619345748057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-gripe.html' title='Just a gripe'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113937497093565990</id><published>2006-02-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:05:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 top trivia tips about Diana</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to update all the great things that happened on my b'day provided by my dearest hub but as always, I'm a great procrastinator. *heehee*.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to &lt;a href="http://rumbletumblemumble.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog and found this :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Diana&amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Diana!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana once came third in a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People used to believe that dressing their male children as Diana would protect them from evil spirits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Asteroid Belt between Mars and Jupiter is made entirely of Diana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Influenza got its name because people believed the disease was caused by the evil "influence" of Diana!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana can fly at an average speed of fifteen kilometres an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana is the sacred animal of Thailand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carnivorous animals will not eat another animal that has been hit by Diana!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana has three eyelids!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The International Space Station weighs about 500 tons and is the same size as Diana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't beleive that I was the cause of influenza. *LOL* Another thing, I weigh 500tons.P &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, read and enjoy!! kekekekeeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113937497093565990?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113937497093565990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113937497093565990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113937497093565990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113937497093565990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/10-top-trivia-tips-about-diana.html' title='10 top trivia tips about Diana'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113920825606761712</id><published>2006-02-06T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:44:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beeezeeee</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to post entries for ages but LIFE got the better of me. I've been so buzy with work and the kids. My darling Bu was hospitalised cos of Bronchiolitis. Haven't been out on a date with my hero in ages and on top of all that, I had a change of maids. Haiz..... all in the span of a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update more tomorrow. Till then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113920825606761712?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113920825606761712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113920825606761712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113920825606761712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113920825606761712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/02/beeezeeee.html' title='Beeezeeee'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113757592892517784</id><published>2006-01-18T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:54:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is nothing but a number?</title><content type='html'>Whenever my birthday approaches, this jingle from an advert in the TV will always play in my mind. "One year older than before, I'm not so young anymore. Grow!" Yep, I'm growing and growing by the day but not taller but fatter. *chet*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113757592892517784?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113757592892517784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113757592892517784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113757592892517784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113757592892517784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/01/age-is-nothing-but-number.html' title='Age is nothing but a number?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113711553046289952</id><published>2006-01-13T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:25:30.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critic's choice</title><content type='html'>Ha! The critics have descended, the verdict is in. My hero(which I have dubbed him Mr Know it All) said that it's not nice but quite a good effort. He and his cohorts which I have dubbed, KIAs, said that the pictures was too big, the colours too funny and blah,blah.....&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this skin will only last till today. Will see about getting a new one from blogskins. It's takes to much effort to design my own.....&lt;br /&gt;So peeps, will be back tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113711553046289952?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113711553046289952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113711553046289952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113711553046289952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113711553046289952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/01/critics-choice.html' title='Critic&apos;s choice'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113705769864243765</id><published>2006-01-12T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:21:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My virgin attempt</title><content type='html'>Here's my virgin attempt at creating a blogskin. It's looks kinda ok but the colour combination is kinda funny. Will try again to create another one. I didn't realise that it takes sometime to design it, especially for a novice like me. Send me your honest to goodness comments, ya? If you experts out there can give tips, I would really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;But enjoy this skin while it last, ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113705769864243765?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113705769864243765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113705769864243765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113705769864243765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113705769864243765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-virgin-attempt.html' title='My virgin attempt'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113653631812104048</id><published>2006-01-06T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:31:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Phat or Too Fat?</title><content type='html'>Every new year, there will be a bunch of us who will make resolutions and every year there will be another bunch of us who will break the same said resolutions, just like me. *heh*&lt;br /&gt;Every year, I will tell myself that my new year resolutions is not to make any resolutions and I've stuck by them. Hehehe, not to make any resolutions, that is. But this year, I've decided to make &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My resolution for this year is .......jeng jengjeng.....&lt;br /&gt;TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY.... Naaah, just kidding! Honey will have a heart attack if I told him that...That "factory" will and still going on strong except that it will not be producing any more products. Both suppliers have decided that the 2 great, adorable and amazing products will be enough. Besides, I already have a pair, what more can I ask for...Anyway, I digress. Back to my resolution.&lt;br /&gt;I, Farahdiana Farook, hereby solemly declare that my 2006 resolution is to loose a minimum of 5kgs in weight and 3 inches from my waist and 5 inches from my hips. I will try my best to lose it by exercising (roll eyes)ie by doing yoga, pilates, aerobics, jogging, etc, etc, etc.*smirks* I think hell will freezes over before I can get my big butt off the bed to go to the gym and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I really need to lose the babats cos everybody have commented that I've put on weight especially you know who. Can somebody please tell me, whats the best way to lose weight for someone that hates to sweat, hates to exercise, loves to eat junk food especially chocolates and ice-creams?&lt;br /&gt;No! I do not believe in eating those tablets such as I-Slim lah, Xando lah, Extrim lah.... later I become another Andrea de Cruz, how? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about my resolution yang belum tentu tercapai tapi mungkin berkecai, let me wish y'all a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113653631812104048?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113653631812104048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113653631812104048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113653631812104048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113653631812104048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2006/01/too-phat-or-too-fat.html' title='Too Phat or Too Fat?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113593613859165235</id><published>2005-12-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:05:42.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios 2005 Hola 2006</title><content type='html'>The post below was composed on 30 Dec but silly me, it was sent to draft instead. So if you are reading it, please pretend that it actually 2005 instead of 2006. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's the time of the year again where we close another chapter of our lives and open a new one. Have you all accomplished what you wanted back in the beginning of the year? For me, I have gotten the 1 one thing that I wanted most for this year. For that, I would really like to thank The God Almighty and my dearest macho man. Can you make a guess? &lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know by now, my wish is to have a healthy baby boy. Now that wish was granted on 16 June 2005 at 3.32am. This is him, minutes after the birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/Image%28059%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/Image%28059%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/Image%28063%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/Image%28063%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/63.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auld Lang Syne everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113593613859165235?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113593613859165235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113593613859165235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113593613859165235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113593613859165235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/adios-2005-hola-2006.html' title='Adios 2005 Hola 2006'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113521930818721730</id><published>2005-12-22T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:44:54.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Bali</title><content type='html'>We had a short trip to Bali last week. It was fun to get away for awhile and just relax with the sun, the sand and the sea. We couldn't bring Bu cos he was too young to travel and he wasn't feeling well also. Anyways, here's the photos of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://diananoh.multiply.com/photos/album/16&gt;Memories of Bali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later when I have more time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113521930818721730?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113521930818721730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113521930818721730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113521930818721730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113521930818721730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/memories-of-bali.html' title='Memories of Bali'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113454737489283911</id><published>2005-12-14T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:06:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Sg</title><content type='html'>Guess where we spent the night on Tuesday? Ritz Carlton? Swissotel? Marriot? Hotel 81? &lt;br /&gt;No, we spent our night at KKH b'cos of our Mr Bu. He was weezing and coughing and he was having trouble sleeping. Hub was quite concern so we decided to send him to KK. As usual he was given neuboliser to clear his airways and such. I was quite annoyed cos the attending paed wasn't really explaining to us what he is going to do to Bu. Like what type of meds is he going to administer. He just said that he's going to give Bu a puff and ask us to go to the observation room. We had to ask the nurse, what type of puff is he getting. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;We had to play the waiting game from 12.30 am till about 5 am or so. On top of that Bu vomitted on me (kwang,kwang,kwang, kwang........)&lt;br /&gt;We did not get much sleep yesterday also cos Bu was having a fever and and he was really cranky. He needs our touch all the time, ie, he wants to be carried all the time even when's he asleep. Poor us just had snatches of sleep here and there.&lt;br /&gt;This is him when he is ill. Kesian kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113454737489283911?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113454737489283911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113454737489283911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113454737489283911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113454737489283911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/sleepless-in-sg.html' title='Sleepless in Sg'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113436061635596455</id><published>2005-12-12T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:10:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Name Decoder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/heart-f-DIANANOH.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Dreamy Individual Adeptly Needing Affection and Naughty, Overwhelming Hugs" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's yours? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113436061635596455?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113436061635596455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113436061635596455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113436061635596455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113436061635596455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/sexy-name-decoder.html' title='Sexy Name Decoder'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113412148097810447</id><published>2005-12-09T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:44:40.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper by the dozen?</title><content type='html'>Gosh, my last post was waaaay back in November. Hhhhmmmmm, haven't been updating religiously. It's not because of nothing to write or something, it's just that I've been having writers block.............. heheeee (macam terror gitu)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had my wisdom teeth extracted in the morning and went to watch Harry Potter that same evening. I must be mad cos it was really hurting but the pain killers really helped. I missed a few scenes in the movie cos Miz K wanted to go weee-weee but other than that it was an enjoyable evening.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Tuesday, 6 December 2005, went to watch Chicken Little with a bunch of free-loaders ........... Guess how many people went? 5.... naah, 10...... nope .......it was more like a dozen plus 1.........We tot that it was going to be cheaper by the dozen but I guess not. At first there were 4 big people and 5 little people but then another 1 little people wanted to bring his best friend so there was 10. Then another 1 little people wanted to come along so there's 11 and this little people wanted to bring her 2 teenage bodyguards so in the end there were 4 big people, 2 teen people and 7 little people. The total combined age that went was 159. Imagine that...... that's the same amount of money that we spent to watch Chicken Little (the tix, popcorns, drinks and snacks) So I guess, it's not cheaper by the dozen, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113412148097810447?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113412148097810447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113412148097810447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113412148097810447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113412148097810447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheaper-by-dozen.html' title='Cheaper by the dozen?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113256381015471993</id><published>2005-11-21T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:03:30.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wise one</title><content type='html'>Aaaargh, my wisdom tooth is growing. It's so painful, I cannot stand it anymore. Thought of going to the dentist but I'm too chicken to go through with it. I am reaaaaalllllyyyyyyy trying to bear with it till Wednesday cos going to my aunt's place today and gonna watch Harry Potter tomorrow so the only free time is Wednesday after work.....&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean, I've become wiser?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113256381015471993?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113256381015471993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113256381015471993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113256381015471993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113256381015471993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-wise-one.html' title='Oh wise one'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113221944895019407</id><published>2005-11-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:32:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the bride, all dressed in white</title><content type='html'>We went to my ex-colleague wedding yesterday. It was held at Marina Mandarin. Met a few of my ex colleagues and all the standard questions start popping up. I'm also guilty of asking that........ Here's a list of the standard questions:-&lt;br /&gt;Where are you working now?&lt;br /&gt;How many kids?&lt;br /&gt;Not planning to have more?&lt;br /&gt;Who's taking care of them?&lt;br /&gt;Where are staying?&lt;br /&gt;Did you come alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still find it nice cos when I come to think of it I've known these people for 8 years or more. Although we hardly meet, the friendship is still there. Some of them have left while others are staying on with the comapny. From bachelors to husbands, from husbands to father. From Ms to Mrs and from Mrs to mothers. But the usual camaradrie is still there. They are the best lunch kakis and colleagues, anybody could ever asked for.  I still remember we used to go Ridleys every Friday night after work and I always get checked for my I/C because of my size. THey used to tease me mercilessly about it. Haiz, those were the good ole days....... Times like this I miss being around them but other times I just take it that , that chapter of my life is closed and I'm starting a new chapter with my hubby and darling cutie pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the digicam but being the blur me, I forgot to charged it so could only take 1 photo with the radiant bride. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*picture akan datang*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congratulations to Ms Vivien Tan Peck Khim and Mr Chia Wee Meng. Hope that you guys will have a blessed marriage and the pitter patter of tiny feets soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113221944895019407?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113221944895019407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113221944895019407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113221944895019407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113221944895019407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-comes-bride-all-dressed-in-white.html' title='Here comes the bride, all dressed in white'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113211592705404307</id><published>2005-11-16T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T12:38:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/1600/3b42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4622/911/320/3b42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the latest picture of Mr. Bu. He turned 5 months today.  It's very difficult to get him to smile to the camera but honey finally did it. This picture was taken from my new Nokia 6230i. Ehem...ehem. Finally got a new phone. *a big wideass grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113211592705404307?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113211592705404307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113211592705404307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113211592705404307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113211592705404307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/11/heres-latest-picture-of-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113196014436026840</id><published>2005-11-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:22:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 12 days of ........</title><content type='html'>It's the 12 days of Syawal.....&lt;br /&gt;Are you done with your Raya visitings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113196014436026840?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113196014436026840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113196014436026840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113196014436026840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113196014436026840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-12-days-of.html' title='On the 12 days of ........'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113152975871011727</id><published>2005-11-09T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:49:18.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyirap darah gue</title><content type='html'>My hp (Nokia 7270)  was stolen by a someone during my son's cukur rambut. I have my suspisions on who did it and thanks to my aunties, my suspisions were proved correct. The thief is actually my very own 27 year old cousin!!! His mum and mum are sisters. So what am I going to do abt it? Nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;Why??? For several reasons. However, let me recap 1st and y'all be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hp was bought by my honey dearest on Valentine's day this year. We've been married for 4 years but we do not celebrate it and this is the 1st year that he bought me a present for Valentines. He knew that I've been coveting the phone for ages and he decided to surprise me with it. The phone cost 730 freaking dollars. I cried buckets when I found out that it was stolen. I've all my contact nos, my miz k and mr bu pictures. My delivery photos was in there also. You can only imagine my sadness at that time. I felt like I lost "someone" very dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the thief. He got the cheek to pass the phone to his mum and said that he bought it for her!! My aunties all knew abt it and was asking her abt her hp.She was going on and on, about the change in her precious son when asked abt the hp. Abt how he had changed for the better, got a stable joblah, painted the house for hari raya lah, etc, etc. Little did she know that her son is a common thief. I told my mum that I want to go over to there immediately after I heard this. But both my mum and honey stopped me, telling me that I should let bygones be bygones and no use "bursting someone's bubble". He will get his comeuppance one day.  Even if I got the phone back, the SIM card will still be gone. Anyways, honey already promised to get me the 6230i or 7270.&lt;em&gt; (big grin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, there will be no drama or any juicy tidbit at Bedok(that's where he lives) cos of my mum and honey. I would really like to tell the whole world his name but alas due to the promise I made to the 2 very special people in my life, I cannot. I would like to thank my mum and especially honey who showed tremendous patience with me, with your advice, your loving and showing me the way for being a good Muslim regarding this issue and finally not forgetting your S11. Hehee, not forgetting my daddy also who became my "batu api"...... so daddy, you rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuff abt that. Will follow up with my raya entries soon, I promise.......till then au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113152975871011727?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113152975871011727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113152975871011727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113152975871011727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113152975871011727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/11/menyirap-darah-gue.html' title='Menyirap darah gue'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113073488523648559</id><published>2005-10-31T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:46:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>We went to Robinsons on Saturday with the 2 cherubs. I had a blast cos we shopped for Moi things. Thanks to my honey dearest who catered to my every whims and demands. Me being the perfume freak that I am, keep changing my mind on what to wear/use this Hari Raya but we have decided on ................. Echo by Davidoff. Both of us we wearing Lanvin last year thus we decided to have a change. Bought a lot of other stuff but I'm not going to post it here cos I want to surprise my sisters. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;There's this one Auntie who was so taken by Bu that she followed us for a few minutes just to look at him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we did some spring cleaning. My 2nd sis and I cleaned up the shoe cabinets and guess what....... It seems that my mum might be related to Imelda Marcos..........cos both of them LOVE shoes. We threw out 5 full bags of shoes. And it's not those small bags but it's those big black trash bags!!! Yes 5 full bags of shoes although not all of it were mum's though. But hers were the majority. We were joking to her that she should go and shop for more shoes to fill up those empty shelves. They also painted the house yesterday and I took some candid shots and will try to post it later. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(provided my sister did not delete it yet) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then, enjoy your spring cleaning, peeps!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113073488523648559?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113073488523648559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113073488523648559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113073488523648559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113073488523648559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-busy-as-bee.html' title='As busy as a bee'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113055319051051953</id><published>2005-10-29T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:33:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between a rock and a hard place</title><content type='html'>Hhhmmmm, not to sure if I should post this?........ Whateverlah, this is my blog and I can jolly well write what i want to? right? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whoose husband is into porn. Apparently, she had caught him downloading porn into his h/p (yep, his h/p), he have a stack of porn vcd's which he hides from her and he loves to watch porn when she's asleep(she woke up and saw him doing the M thing) or when she's not home.  She had confronted her husband abt it and obviously the husband defended his actions and said that it's the norm and all that crap that men feed you when they think that they are in the right. Anyways, she decided to forgive him and he promised to change. But one day, that stooopid idiot left a porn vcd in the vcd player and she found out about it. So now she said that she had lost her trust in her husband. She said that although she decided not to make a big issue of finding the disc in the player, she cannot really forget about it. It's actually "eating " her up inside. She said that she tries to act normally but the love she felt for her husband is of cos not the same as before. She would get angry with him easily, she talked to him like she's better than him, etc. Basically, she had lost all respect for him. She said that she actually hates him sometimes but she is trying her best to change her marriage for the better. She tried to be more adventurous in bed, she makes love to him whenever he wants, blah, blah. But she said that the feelings she have for him is of cos different now from when they first got married. She told me that the hatred is like wound, it's get bigger and nastier if left untreated.&lt;br /&gt;She's wondering if they should go for counselling or let nature takes it course and let the matter die it's own slow death. Divorce is not an option cos she do not believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were me what advice would you give her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113055319051051953?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113055319051051953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113055319051051953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113055319051051953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113055319051051953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Between a rock and a hard place'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-113014388037036954</id><published>2005-10-24T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:50:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One hott mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthdate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January 19, 1977&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthdate%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At my granny's house &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;At my work cell, i mean space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hhmmmm, reddish brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;152&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have the body of a violin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just the ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Piercings%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Tatoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Tatoos%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Boyfriend/Girlfriend:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 hubby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Boyfriend%2FGirlfriend%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Overused Phraze:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh my god&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Overused+Phraze%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="FAVORITES" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Food:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;steak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Food%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Candy:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ricola &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Candy%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the shades of blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Color%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Animal:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Animal%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke, Pepsi Twist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Drink%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Alcohol Drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bourbon Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Alcohol+Drink%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bagel:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I prefer doughnuts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Bagel%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Letter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love leters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Letter%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Body Part on Opposite sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the bums&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Body+Part+on+Opposite+sex%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This or That&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="This+or+That" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;McDonalds or BurgerKing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;McD's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="McDonalds+or+BurgerKing%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Strawberry or Watermelon:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watermelon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Strawberry+or+Watermelon%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hot tea or Ice tea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hot+tea+or+Ice+tea%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hot Chocolate or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ice Blended Mocha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hot+Chocolate+or+Coffee%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Kiss or Hug:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Kiss+or+Hug%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Dog or Cat:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eeeuuuu, no thank you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Dog+or+Cat%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Rap or Punk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Rap+or+Punk%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Summer or Winter:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Summer+or+Winter%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Scary Movies or Funny Movies:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Scary+Movies+or+Funny+Movies%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Love or Money:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Love+or+Money%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOUR...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="YOUR..." name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anytime&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Bedtime%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's all in my head...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best phyiscal feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+phyiscal+feature%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;First Thought Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shit, am i late?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="First+Thought+Waking+Up%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal for this year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acheved that already (giving birth to Bu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+for+this+year%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Friends:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sisters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Friends%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfumes, shoes, clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weakness%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loads&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Fears%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Heritage%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Longest relationship:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;With my family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Longest+relationship%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAVE YOU...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="HAVE+YOU..." name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Drank:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Drank%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Smoked%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pot:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never tried before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pot%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep by my daddy dearest :p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+beaten+up%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever beaten someone up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My younger sisters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+beaten+someone+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Skinny Dipped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet to try it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Skinny+Dipped%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Kissed Opposite sex:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;on the mouth - No, cheeks - Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Kissed+Opposite+sex%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been Dumped Lately:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Been+Dumped+Lately%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IN A GUY/GIRL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="IN+A+GUY%2FGIRL" name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favorite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favorite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;short&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;decent nonsense, smart mamat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Style%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Looks or Personality:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Looks+or+Personality%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hot or Cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hot+or+Cute" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Drugs and Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Drugs+and+Alcohol%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Muscular or Really Skinny:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;muscular&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Muscular+or+Really+Skinny%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;RANDOMS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="RANDOMS" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Regrets in the Past:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;some and still counting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Regrets+in+the+Past%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country do you want to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All the countries in the world even Timbuktu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+do+you+want+to+Visit%3A" name="question72"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;peacefully and being surrounded by my family &lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question73"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type73"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been to the Mall Lately:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, just yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Been+to+the+Mall+Lately%3A" name="question74"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type74"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question75"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question76"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type76"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell no!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Health+Freak%3A" name="question77"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type77"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think your Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;oklah, can do lah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+your+Attractive%3A" name="question78"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type78"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Believe in Yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Believe+in+Yourself%3A" name="question79"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type79"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;been there done that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question80"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question81"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type81"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyday what&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Drink%3A" name="question82"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type82"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hell yes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Shower+Daily%3A" name="question83"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type83"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Been+in+Love%3A" name="question84"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type84"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only at home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question85"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type85"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question86"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type86"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want Children:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Done that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+Children%3A" name="question87"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type87"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have your future kids names planned out:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+your+future+kids+names+planned+out%3A" name="question88"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type88"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Age you wanna lose your Virginity:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Age+you+wanna+lose+your+Virginity%3A" name="question89"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type89"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hate anyone:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G.W.Bxxh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hate+anyone%3A" name="question90"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type90"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-113014388037036954?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/113014388037036954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=113014388037036954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113014388037036954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/113014388037036954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/survey.html' title='The Survey'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112969932889643409</id><published>2005-10-19T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:22:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mural artist</title><content type='html'>Haiz, my darling Miz  K have decided to become a Mural artist. She went to paint/scribbled the living room walls. Aaargh, and hari raya is coming but none of us are free to repaint the walls. Any volunteers out there?&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to punish her this time cos it's the 1st time that she did it. But the next time, hmmm .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-112969932889643409?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112969932889643409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=112969932889643409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112969932889643409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112969932889643409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/mural-artist.html' title='The Mural artist'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112953548904820789</id><published>2005-10-17T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:51:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop till I drop</title><content type='html'>Went shopping with hubby last Saturday and we decided to bring Mr Bu with us. Miz K was down with stomach flu so she had to stay home. Surprisingly, she was quite okay with it, maybe b'cos she was tired from her frequent trips to the loo. Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhhhh, the clothes for girls was just so pretty. I saw so many that I wanted to buy for Miz K unfortunately or should i say fortunately hubby put a stop to it. Otherwise, Takashimaya will be left empty.....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a few rompers for Mr Bu but I wasn't too happy abt it cos it all looks the same. Baby boys clothes are just too limited!! Might be going to Mothercare later to check out their range. I just love their clothes although it's a bit expensive but to me it's really worth it. My mum was telling me that Bu had out grown most of his rompers cos he's getting rounder and rounder everyday. Can you imagine, he's only 4 months and he had outgrown all his 3 - 6 months clothes.  I was quite sad cos I just bought him the clothes like a month or so ago. Told my mum that I wanted to keep it cos it's all so new. And my mum was telling me this, if I keep the clothes, there will be a HIGH chance that I will be having another baby but if I were to give it away then the chances were lower. It's an old wives tales or superstitious although I don't normally believe in old wives tales but for this I will follow it to a T.  Will be giving it to my cousin who had just given birth last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Hubby bought 2 shirts for himself while I ................ didn't get anything!! Can you believe it? No? Neither can I ......... Hahaha, &lt;em&gt;I jadi ibu dan isteri misthali you&lt;/em&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;Naah, it's just that I did not see anything that I wanna buy howeverI saw 3 pairs of shoes that i like and 1 of them was by Bonia but hubby was saying that it was for makcik-makciks..... He said that he always associate that brand with makciks so that's a no-no. Wouldn't want to be associated with makciks you. While the other 2 was too high for hubby's liking. He reminded me that I had to carry Mr Bu hence he was really against me wearing high heeled shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz......have to wait for this Thursday to go shop for my things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-112953548904820789?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112953548904820789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=112953548904820789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112953548904820789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112953548904820789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/shop-till-i-drop.html' title='Shop till I drop'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112910006445718668</id><published>2005-10-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:49:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sad</title><content type='html'>Heard from dh yesterday that the policeman who died in the accident was his colleague's hubby. I find it very sad cos she's 4 months pregnant and they have a 4 yr old child. It must really be very devastating for her to be losing her husband while pregnant and in the month of Ramadan. I really cannot imagine losing my husband at such a young age and having two children to raise. To me, my husband is my pillar of strength, my confidant, my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, my wings, my lover and so much more. I do admit that my marriage is not perfect and I do at times feel like strangling him myself but to lose him............. is like losing a part of myself which can never be replaced. There is Malay saying which goes like this " yang patah akan tumbuh dan yang hilang pasti akan berganti" Which literally means that there will be a replacement for the thing that you lost. But to me the replacement is still not the same thing. I do empathize but if I were to be in her shoes.......... I guess that it's not something which I want to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-112910006445718668?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112910006445718668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=112910006445718668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112910006445718668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112910006445718668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-sad.html' title='It&apos;s sad'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112892957488762801</id><published>2005-10-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:32:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME</title><content type='html'>Read this from the internet and just wanted to share.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow starts without me, and I’m not here to see,&lt;br /&gt;If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today,&lt;br /&gt;While thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say.&lt;br /&gt;I know how you love me, as much as I love you, and each time you think of me,&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;And said my place was ready in heaven far above,&lt;br /&gt;And that I’d have to leave behind all those I dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,&lt;br /&gt;For all my life, I’d always thought I didn’t want to die;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive yesterday, I thought, just for a while,&lt;br /&gt;I’d say goodbye and kiss you, maybe see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;But then I fully realized that this could never be,&lt;br /&gt;For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought of worldly things that I’d miss come tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But when I walked through heavens gates, I felt so much at home,&lt;br /&gt;When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne.&lt;br /&gt;He said, “This is eternity and I’ve promised you.&lt;br /&gt;Today your life on earth is past and here it starts anew;&lt;br /&gt;I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,&lt;br /&gt;And since each day’s the same day, there no longing for the past.&lt;br /&gt;You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,&lt;br /&gt;Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.&lt;br /&gt;But you have been forgiven and now at last you’re free.&lt;br /&gt;So won’t you take my hand and share my life with me?”&lt;br /&gt;So when tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we’re far apart,&lt;br /&gt;For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.&lt;div 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mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112867322967145961</id><published>2005-10-07T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:20:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Layout</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! I did it. I managed to change this by myself. Not bad for someone who just started blogging, eh? My tech guy is busy with his O' levels so no time to update this for me. Since I'm so free at work today, I decided to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's Friday. Have a great weekend people. Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-112867322967145961?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112867322967145961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=112867322967145961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112867322967145961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112867322967145961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-layout.html' title='My New Layout'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-112840119872900551</id><published>2005-10-04T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:46:38.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onehottmama</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to attach my new blog website. Not sure if this works otherwise I will upgrade this blog. Got to call my techie guy to change this template for me though. So guys, *akan datang*.....sabarlah menanti ye.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, selamat tinggal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-112840119872900551?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://diananoh.blogs.friendster.com/chet_chot_chet_chot_of_1_/' title='onehottmama'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/112840119872900551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=112840119872900551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112840119872900551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/112840119872900551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/10/onehottmama_112840119872900551.html' title='onehottmama'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111933237335538722</id><published>2005-06-21T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:52:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd bundle of joy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi y'all, just in case you guys are wondering, I've given birth on 16 June 05 at 3.32am to a healthy baby boy whom we've named Aizat.&lt;br /&gt;Will update you guys again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111933237335538722?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111933237335538722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111933237335538722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111933237335538722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111933237335538722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-2nd-bundle-of-joy.html' title='My 2nd bundle of joy.....'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111778416758320098</id><published>2005-06-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:53:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet sweet love....</title><content type='html'>Dear Hubby was very sweet yesterday. He was asking me if I'm ready to go through giving birth again. What are my feelings? Do I feel scared or something? I asked him why is he asking me this. He said that he still remember the pain that I went tru to give birth to Alysya. He said that he would do anything at that time to switch places with me.&lt;br /&gt;I could still see the tears in his eyes when I was in the final stage of labour. He was my pillar of strength and everything else. I could still remember that he was so scared but was trying to act macho in order for me not to panic. His fingers turned blue black cos I was holding onto his hand so hard but there was still a smile on his face and encouragement from him for me hang on and push. After the process, he said that this will be first and last time that I had go tru this but......&lt;br /&gt;look at us now, coming to 3 years later and we are doing it again. Are we masochistic or just plain crazy? Of cos not, the JOYS will always outweigh the pain!!! I'm sure that most mother's will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise him that with the birth of Ah-boy, I will not want another baby but who knows, right. &lt;em&gt;Kita hanya merancang tapi Tuhan yang menentukan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to my honey dearest, thank you for everything. You know that I love you the MOST even with your warts and all. There is nobody else in this world whom I want to spent the rest of my life with. Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111778416758320098?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111778416758320098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111778416758320098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111778416758320098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111778416758320098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-sweet-sweet-love.html' title='My sweet sweet love....'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111716458955588016</id><published>2005-05-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:55:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from one of my friends. Read and see if you agree :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Importance of Little Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say people who think small things don't matter, haven't tried to sleep in a room with a mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed, it's not the size of the thing but the overall effect it has on the situation. The stained walls of a dentist's office might discourage you from seeing him again. An unkind word may sever a friendship. And the tiny missing piece of an ancient parchment may hold the key to the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same at work. Bosses choose which people to give a great assignment to, take a chance on or consider for a project. Customers choose which businesses to frequent. All those little things really aren't so little. They're impressions. And those impressions help others make decisions about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if you don't spell check your email? It's only an email, right? Wrong. It's an impression about the way you work. Does it matter if the address label is crooked on the letter you send a customer? Who looks at the envelope anyway? It matters. It's an impression highlighting that the company (or individual) has poor attention to detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if you're habitually late for meetings or don't show up at all? It's an impression about what you think of other people's time. What about a voice mail message saying, "Your call is important to us. Please hold and we'll get back to you shortly."? When "shortly" stretches to five minutes, that little thing is an impression about the real importance of your call and the organisation's credibility. And don't confuse little things with big things. You can't just do all the little things well and think that's it. Content is king on the internet and television; competence is king in the workplace. The competent performance of your job is central to any winning at working strategy. Second, this is not a message encouraging perfectionism. You can't be perfect. If you try to be, you potentially limit yourself and get lost in those little things. Third, some people have a talent for details and noticing little things. But everyone can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start by noticing those little things which create an impression on you. Little things like your name is misspelt on an invitation; or the staff readily and cheerfully gives you more chili sauce when you ask for it. What about when the delivery man arrives at the designated time? If you're not paying attention to the little things, you're losing opportunities or business. If you want to be winning at working, you have to pay attention to little things, too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111716458955588016?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111716458955588016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111716458955588016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111716458955588016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111716458955588016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/importance-of-little-things.html' title='The importance of little things'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111700128259403482</id><published>2005-05-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:59:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely....i'm so lonely....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I feel alone even when I am surrounded by people that I love? Is it because the love from the person whom matters most to me, is no longer there or not the same as before? What happened to to chivalry, romance and humour? Is it dead or is it just a thing of the past? Or are we so caught up in the getting what we want that we forgot about the feelings of our loved ones? Are physical needs more important than emotional needs? Have we become so self-absorbed that we have become robots that function day to day without any deep feelings? Superficial? Is that what we have become. Or is it that as we grow into a relationship, we take each other for granted cos we know that person will always be around? What happens if one day we were to wake up and realised that ther person sleeping next to us is not the person that we married? He or she had morphed into someone whom we dislike but we can't change ? What happens then? Isn't it to late or it is never to late?&lt;br /&gt;Would I look back 30 years from now and regret the choices that I've made or would I be contented with the life that I have then? Should I inform my dear hubby of my feelings or expect me to find out by himself? What happened to the man I dated? He is so different from the man that I've married. The man I've married have become a self-absorbed tech junkie who's only interest is acquiring the latest gadgets, handphone,etc. What happened to the simple man who is easily contend with the small things in life? Who always cheer me up when I'm down, who makes silly and corny little jokes just to see a smile on my face? Oh God, is it asking for too much just to have a glimpse of that man again? Or is he too far gone in his own little world that it's impossible to bring him back to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111700128259403482?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111700128259403482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111700128259403482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111700128259403482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111700128259403482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/lonelyim-so-lonely.html' title='Lonely....i&apos;m so lonely....'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111658232433801354</id><published>2005-05-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:00:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets do the boogie woogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! The DVD player for our room was delivered today, can't wait to try it out later. What movie should we watch? Coach Carter(my choice) or Sin City (hubby's choice)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111658232433801354?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111658232433801354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111658232433801354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111658232433801354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111658232433801354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/lets-do-boogie-woogie.html' title='Lets do the boogie woogie'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111646928513793004</id><published>2005-05-19T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:01:53.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May the force be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We went to watch Star Wars yesterday. I am not a star wars fan but hubby is. According to him, this installment is a disappointment, George Lucas must have lost his touch.&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmmm, I still remembered that when I went to watch Episode II, I was pregnant with Alysya and for Episode III, I'm pregnant with Ah-boy. Hubby said that he wants to buy a complete collection of Star Wars, that is from Episode I to was it V or VI? He said that I need to watch the whole installment in order to understand it. I told him, thanks but no thanks. I rather have those light sabres, It's so cool, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111646928513793004?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111646928513793004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111646928513793004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111646928513793004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111646928513793004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-force-be-with-you.html' title='May the force be with you'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111631081736612415</id><published>2005-05-17T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:02:39.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you keep up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw that video clip is Alysya's favourite at the moment. She's a R&amp;amp;B chick. Must take after her mama cos her papa is a "closet" Mat Rock.....ssssshhh, don't tell anyone. It's our lilttle secret.*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111631081736612415?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111631081736612415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111631081736612415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111631081736612415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111631081736612415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-you-keep-up.html' title='Can you keep up?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111631047553404885</id><published>2005-05-17T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:04:04.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you..terima kasih...nandri...xie xie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onehottmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;OnE HoTt MaMa..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest thanks to my techie, Haikal. Thank you so much for the new skin. This entry is dedicated solely for you my dear lil cuz. I hereby promise to treat you for a couple of bowling games after my confinement period so must wait for another 3 months, yeah. kekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111631047553404885?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111631047553404885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111631047553404885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111631047553404885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111631047553404885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/05/thank-youterima-kasihnandrixie-xie.html' title='Thank you..terima kasih...nandri...xie xie'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111301222375381859</id><published>2005-04-09T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T10:03:43.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alysya have been growing more and more independent everyday. It seems that she knows, being an elder sister is going to be a huge responsbility on her small shoulders. It really boggles our minds to work out the intricasies of her small but smart mind. Hubby made a remark that Alysya is being more and more like me everyday. She had even started to nag at her papa, aunties  and even her nani and toktok. I guess that's a roundabout way of saying, I'm a nag. Which I personally think's I'm not but hubby thinks otherwise.......I've wondered if having a daughter who's having a similar character as me is a good or bad thing? Cos I know, I'm not the easiest person to live with. LOL! I'll reserve my judgement for now and see how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4th sister, Achin was just relating and incident that happened yesterday. She bought mini m&amp;m's for herself but Alysya saw it and thought that Achin bought it for her. This is how the conversation goes:&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: &lt;em&gt;Did you buy this for me? You know that I cannot eat chocolates cos I'm still sick. What if I get cough or something. Everybody is going to scold me because of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achin: &lt;em&gt;Then don't eat lah, Achin did not ask you to eat, what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: &lt;em&gt;Never mind. I'll ask Toktok to keep it for me. Once I recover, I'll eat it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later in the day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: &lt;em&gt;Toktok, Alysya is well, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toktok: &lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;*while thinking that she want's something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: &lt;em&gt;Oh good. Can I have my m&amp;amp;m's now, Tok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toktok: &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*left speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this BAD habbit of eating ice-cubes, everybody at home knows it and I will definately get a toungue lashing from mummy, daddy and hubby if they were to see me eating ice. I was happily channel surfing and drinking a glass of ice-cold green tea and my dear girl, came up to me to ask if I am eating ice. I told her no, I'm just drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: Are you sure, you are not eating the ice?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, darling. I'm not eating ice.&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: Well, eat it then.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, what if papa were to scold me?&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: Eat it! eat it! eat it! Papa's not here. He's in the room.&lt;br /&gt;So gullible me, ate a small piece of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: *gasp* Mama is eating ice!&lt;br /&gt;And went running into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, she came out and smack my thighs and ran away again. I was wondering what's going on and went in after her. Guess what? She told her papa that I was outside eating ice and papa said that it's alright to smack mama cos she's doing something bad ......That little devil. Oh! What a devious mind she have!! Both hubby and me couldn't help but laugh after I related the above incident to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111301222375381859?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111301222375381859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111301222375381859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111301222375381859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111301222375381859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/04/alysya-have-been-growing-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111295009368785255</id><published>2005-04-08T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:48:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now in my 28 weeks of pregnancy and it's getting harder and harder for me to find a comfortable position to sit, sleep, etc. Thankfully, have not gotten any "simpul's biawaks" only lots of backache and heartburn.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that my favourite passtime now is eating and crying. My mouth is at work whenever I'm working also.....heeeheee. My colleague even made a remark saying that she will miss my small "mamak" shop when I start my maternity. As for the crying jig, every little thing can start my waterworks, I tell ya. I don't need a reason to cry but a reason to stop , hahaha.....That's where the eating will come in.........hmmmmm what a vicious cycle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111295009368785255?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111295009368785255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111295009368785255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111295009368785255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111295009368785255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-now-in-my-28-weeks-of-pregnancy_08.html' title=''/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111268409438227690</id><published>2005-04-05T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:54:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I have not been blogging lately and the reason is.......... I forgot my password. Must be getting old, huh? Or can it be that my brain cells have been passed down to my dear son?&lt;br /&gt;There is something things that I want to say and it's all been jumbled up in my head and I have no idea how to pen it down. Hhhhhmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sentosa last week or was it the week before last. Yeah, the 28 of March. There's nothing much to see and it's really damn expensive.  Do you know that there's no more fantasy island? The place where fantasy island used to be in now a carpark or is it buspark? Cos I only saw buses there. It just goes to show that I have not been to Sentosa in ages. Wonder why they tear down the place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111268409438227690?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111268409438227690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111268409438227690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111268409438227690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111268409438227690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know-that-i-have-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111139356131653757</id><published>2005-03-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:57:25.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad,sad,sad...</title><content type='html'>I'm so sad today, one of my very dear friends just informed me that she's accompanying her husband to Australia to further his studies. They are leaving in July and they'll be there for about 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, one of my mums cousins passed away yesterday. They were very close and my mum will definately miss her cos they were very close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kepada, Allahyarham Cik Midah, semoga Tuhan mencucuri Rahmat ke atas rohmu. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111139356131653757?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111139356131653757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111139356131653757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111139356131653757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111139356131653757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/sadsadsad.html' title='sad,sad,sad...'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111104246531376857</id><published>2005-03-17T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:54:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the penguin or whale?</title><content type='html'>As I am entering into my third trimester, I noticed that I've begun to feel more and more uncomfortable with my body. I've been having backaches on and off. My legs feel as though I'm suffering from rheumatism. Been feeling shortness of breath, etc. I cannot sit, sleep nor stand comfortably anymore. Sometimes, I really want to give birth now.&lt;br /&gt;Ah-boy have been really active lately, I can feel as though he's doing somersaults inside me. Whenever, I told hubby about it, he wpuld put his hand on my tummy and ah-boy would stop but once his papa take off his hand, ah-boy would continue to kick. Hhhhmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;/em&gt; my room is just peachy. Though, I prefer the old furniture layout, I can't complain cos both hubby and dad spent the whole day painting and cleaning it. Hubby had to give up his precious sleep just for that. Imagine, not sleeping for 48 hours (shudder) Thanks Honey, really appreciate it. Love you lots.......Muacks, muacks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111104246531376857?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111104246531376857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111104246531376857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111104246531376857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111104246531376857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/here-comes-penguin-or-whale.html' title='Here comes the penguin or whale?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111094682324966533</id><published>2005-03-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T12:20:23.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>Alysya was being a drama queen this morning. She woke up and ask for milk so I went to make it for her. As I was making for her milk, she came crying to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya : mama left me, she's not in the room, where's my mama? (crying all the way)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mama in here, making for you,your milk.&lt;br /&gt;Alysya: Mama, come and sleep with me.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, my mum woke me up for work but I told her that Alysya is still not asleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum : Nani, sleep with you, ok? Mama need to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Alysya : No, I want Mama. Mama cannot go work (starts crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and me pacify her and I went to have my bath. After I got ready , she said that she wants to have a bath also and insists that I bath her. I told her cannot cos I'm already on wearing my clothes and make-up. Another drama enfolds, told her that Nani will bath her. Put her outside with her auntie Nor &amp; Ina. I went to have my breakfast. Fast forward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bye, Alysya, Mama is going to work now.&lt;br /&gt;Alysya : Mama, my leg pain &lt;em&gt;(and *pretends* to get up). Falls down again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysya : Mama, my leg pain, I cannot walk. Mama don't go to worklah, must take care of me. My leg pain cannot walk. (cry &amp; cry &amp;amp; cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drama queen, right? She's not even 3 years old and already so drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111094682324966533?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111094682324966533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111094682324966533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111094682324966533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111094682324966533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/drama-queen.html' title='Drama Queen'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111086846344209580</id><published>2005-03-15T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:34:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>Hubby just called to inform me that my dad have decided to paint our room since he is on 1 week's leave. Guess what colour he bought or should I say chose for his dear daughter ? Carnation!!! What colour is carnation anyway? I really hope to God that it's not pink. Can you imagine sleeping in a pink room?  I absolutely detest pink, especially baby pink. Oh well, praying hard for 6' clock to come soon and look at my new room colour.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dad for making the effort!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self : Buy daddy something nice later. Let me think what should I buy him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any ideas??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111086846344209580?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111086846344209580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111086846344209580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111086846344209580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111086846344209580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/colours.html' title='colours'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111060139874079903</id><published>2005-03-12T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:23:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones or temper?</title><content type='html'>Shouted at my colleague today. I just hate it when I'm on the phone and somebody is standing in front of me or beside me to wait for me to finish my conversation. That is just plain rude. He should just come back later or intercomm me once I'm off the phone right? It's not like the building is on fire or we are under attacked by killer tomatoes or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111060139874079903?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111060139874079903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111060139874079903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111060139874079903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111060139874079903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/hormones-or-temper.html' title='Hormones or temper?'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111052557024646603</id><published>2005-03-11T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:24:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bundle of Joys</title><content type='html'>We went for my 24 months check up yesterday. The doctor confirmed that everything is going well and that it's a boy......I am still at a disbelieving stage, I will only believe it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have yet to find a suitable name for Ah-boy. Should I go with Aidan (my choice) or Aizat(hubby's choice) ? Should I find a girl's name also, just in case? Hhhhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the check-up, we troop down to Suntec cos hubby wanted to check out the IT show but before that we decided to watch Robot. As always, Alysya was being her loud self. She started crying once we went in to the theater. We managed to console her with chocolates. (bribery works, I tell ya) She told us she is not going to watch movies ever again. The place was too dark for her liking. Just an advice for those people going for the IT shows, parents with kids and prams is a big, NO!NO! We learnt this the hard way yesterday, fortunately Alysya was sleeping in her pram otherwise all hell will break lose.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, it's a Friday so enjoy yourself people......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111052557024646603?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111052557024646603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111052557024646603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111052557024646603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111052557024646603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-bundle-of-joys.html' title='My Bundle of Joys'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111026197842758961</id><published>2005-03-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:06:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Movies Movies</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Hitch yesterday with my hubby, sistas and Ann. The movie was hilarious and I guess we were the ones laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;At first, hubby made a remark that I should wake him up after the show ended (action konon) tapi at last dia yang ketawa terbahak-bahak. When he had to go toilet, keep asking me so what did he miss?&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for the lift when we saw a guy in SCDF uniform standing by the stairs, hubby said that maybe there was an exercise or something. But I replied cannot be cos that guy is the only one there, maybe he's waiting for his girlfriend. Hubby said who would be geeky enough to go watch movies wearing uniform. When the lift came, guess what? The guy did came in with his girlfriend in tow. All of us burst out lauging......I laughed so much yesterday that hubby said "oi, be careful, later you give birth here, then you know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111026197842758961?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111026197842758961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111026197842758961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111026197842758961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111026197842758961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/movies-movies-movies.html' title='Movies Movies Movies'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11304203.post-111025423976752256</id><published>2005-03-08T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T11:57:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just getting started</title><content type='html'>Hi all, it's me and I've just started blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11304203-111025423976752256?l=onehottmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/feeds/111025423976752256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11304203&amp;postID=111025423976752256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111025423976752256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11304203/posts/default/111025423976752256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onehottmama.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-getting-started.html' title='Just getting started'/><author><name>1 hot mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11652704381914854739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c196/DianaNoh/25e97430.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
