<?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-7736504360533061268</id><updated>2011-08-03T14:08:57.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: così è la vita ::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-3596664667944996206</id><published>2009-12-19T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:08:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoi Polloi! 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everybody. May you be blessed and prosperous always this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been good besides the normal financial hiccups along the way - that only made me wiser and the 0.25. The lowest in the history of CS. Dang. But never mind, I'm glad I can make do with what I have. Solely because I am a SURVIVOR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second year I am without a father. Al-fatehah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the year; is definitely Nobody by Wondergirls and hits from Lady Gaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean hits really gets me on the move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconnected with my Delifrance kakis. Feels at home whenever I am with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 ; I have met a few great companies and mostly its like a time to rapatkan siraturrahim . All thanks to technology and Facebook! I heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my girl cousins got engaged this year. Next year (the following), they will all be married off. Sob sob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life ? Its always been the same since end 2006. Yes, my last serious relationship was with Hakim. Its been that long. I am fine with that fact - despite at times I do feel lonely (which is I guess is normal) but there's more positivity than negativity. I spent more quality time with my mother and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life after Dad's demise is definitely an eye opener. I learned a lot of stuffs. I shouldered the responsibility even though at times - in the beginning, I burst in tears thinking about the stuffs I need to do. I guess it only made me stronger and wiser now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major highlight of 2009 is definitely the Triplets Case; which got us (me and Sheena) into the deepest shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surely learnt a lot from that incident. Well, everyday is a new day and we will surely learnt something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I update you with a lot of other stuffs - SOON! I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-3596664667944996206?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/3596664667944996206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoi-polloi-2009.html#comment-form' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3596664667944996206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3596664667944996206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoi-polloi-2009.html' title='Hoi Polloi! 2010'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-5647891935790294431</id><published>2009-12-02T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:52:40.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramified.</title><content type='html'>Enough hiccups already with the system. Having numerous problems just to generate a letter. Not in the mood to blog today. My moods swings have been terrible. Don't take it to heart people - its just a phase. Especially when the people you are working with are terribly sensitive. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Ain just now and I realized how much I missed her company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Singapore Idol now. Going to read my book now..I have been so lethargic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to feedback to Tampines Town Council, seems like we are the only one who lives in this block. But its ok, I am doing all the calling because paying $48.50 for conservacy fees ain't cheap okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-5647891935790294431?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/5647891935790294431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5647891935790294431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5647891935790294431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/12/ramified.html' title='ramified.'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-3479052575739795421</id><published>2009-11-27T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:18:28.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as if...</title><content type='html'>I took half day yesterday to run some errands with Mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Mariana afterwards and she rented a KIA Picanto. So she drove the car and we managed to get out from the Upper Paya Lebar road. Haha. We spend quite some time to reach her place. But it was rather humid and I can feel the sensation on my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Silat Road and I told her to practice her parking skills - which she eventually aced. And then, we fetch her sister at Co-Curricular Activities Branch near NUS Faculty of Law. Awww...all my dreams as a young girl did not came through. But its a decision that I made not to study a little harder. Its over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I hated about this CCAB near NUS, it does not provide a normal parking slots. ALL THE PARKING SLOTS ARE PARALLEL. Can you imagine? It is so disappointing. Eventually I found myself stretches of slots available. Without hesitation, I rushed as fast as I could and secured a slot. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear NUS / CCAB Management,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think everyone knows how to park parallel? And you only left one slot for handicapped individuals? What is this? Should you be more considerate. Knowing that all the cars that parked there are those Mercs, BMW, Lexus, Audi, (!!) What if this small humble car accidentally scratched..or what..It is soooooo scary and not fair ok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-3479052575739795421?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/3479052575739795421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3479052575739795421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3479052575739795421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-if.html' title='as if...'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-405279812448511583</id><published>2009-11-25T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:03:55.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the very one word (in Bahasa Melayu) young kids learnt fast.</title><content type='html'>This blog is unintended for anyone, just sharing what I saw while walking back from work, waiting for my feeder service was a routine. Thankfully, the bus came within 7 minutes of waiting. I managed to get a seat at in the bus, seated beside a lady who was in her late 20's - who sat on my skirt. (!!) Anyhow, I dozed off and was awoken by a young girl who was shrieking beside her sister. Both standing in diagonally in front of me&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Wahlau you stepped my feet SIAL"*&lt;/span&gt;; I looked at her in awe. She was barely 6 - I think. Bespectacled and wearing shorts, I reckon she must have just finish tuition on the way back home. I am not trying to judge her but if you had just close your eyes and listened to the way she talk to her sister you would have imagined a girl with naughty girl image. But she isn't - very docile, sweet and those i-want-mummy-now kind of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself; that must be one word a non-Malay child can speak very well at her tender age. Maybe her siblings must have influenced her, they might be at a growing up age - when everything you say must end with 'sial'* / 'sia' with proper pronunciation and enunciation. I was one of them when I was an adolescent - period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to reminisce, if I were to say that,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(at 6 years old !!)&lt;/span&gt; and my parents happen to hear; growing up in a very disciplined environment, my father would have asked me from where I learnt this words and would eventually be reminded firmly not to use such words again. Maybe the girls had relaxed parents. Maybe this is what they call speech of freedom - Yes, agreeable but I also think this should also be closely monitored. From the way they communicate, showcases a lot on who, what, how they are socializing around with - it is  Being a parent is not an simple responsibility. I am sure everyone of you know that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am already watching Singapore Idols. Now the results show is up. My deepest condolences to Muhammad Nur Rashidy Rahmat who was murdered. Lets all pray that his murderer gets arrested fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Mothers, do not let your child be with any of your acquaintances; no matter how much you trusted them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - For non-Malay readers, 'sial' means a big mishap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-405279812448511583?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/405279812448511583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-one-word-in-bahasa-melayu-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/405279812448511583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/405279812448511583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/very-one-word-in-bahasa-melayu-young.html' title='the very one word (in Bahasa Melayu) young kids learnt fast.'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-5644378204393012931</id><published>2009-11-24T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:04:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before they are gone - nothing lasts forever..</title><content type='html'>My deepest condolences to a colleague's mother who passed on yesterday morning due to a relapse of cervical cancer - which in turns becomes a liver cancer. May her soul rests in tranquility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the wake at the multi purpose hall near her residential area at Pasir Ris. The cortège will leave on Thursday; I think. BG looked very sad but she had no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the same feeling when Dad passed on - maybe because I did tried to spent most of my time with his during his last moments in life and I had tried to provide him with the best things in life as far as I can afford it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when you have fulfill your filial piety towards your parents and have great faith in Allah, (or your own God) if God's willing - you would not be filled with guilt conscience that you are not able to provide for your parents while you can. YES, of course you will be saddened by their absence, this is part and parcel of life. Nothing you do can change anything once they are gone. Therefore, learn to appreciate your parents - whoever they are. You didn't choose them and they are not given a chance to choose you; but they still bring you up proper, without having any thoughts of whether you will provide for them when they are feeble. There was a saying; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'a mother can provide for ten of her children, but she will have no guarantee anyone of her children can provide for this 1 mother'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite saying all this, I am not trying to be good. I have my flaws too - human remember (!!) but I try to make them up. But I have been through this, losing a parent is not easy. I am lucky I lost my father at a later age - even though he did not get a chance to see me on the dais. Losing my father, thought me a lot from coping with internal and external family issues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to deal with the household necessity with the kind assistance of my dear Mother. I loved her and she is the reason I am here. She is the reason I mellow down; the sacrifices you make just to see the person you love happy; because I know she has gone through enough. But as a young adult, my patience has been tested enough. I pray day and night, Allah give me the strength to move on. For every challenges/difficulties I faced, I will always tell myself that this is something He knows I can pull through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today office is really empty. Sotella Papa is out of office till December, while my AS and Sup II is on leave. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dunia ini hamba yang punya!! &lt;/span&gt; I am really sleeeeepppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy today at work, like a little hangover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I think I need my bed now...Its calling my name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till some other time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...Assalamualaikum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-5644378204393012931?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/5644378204393012931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-they-are-gone-nothing-lasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5644378204393012931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5644378204393012931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/before-they-are-gone-nothing-lasts.html' title='before they are gone - nothing lasts forever..'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-214880043187179541</id><published>2009-11-22T20:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:02:04.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do. (forever and ever - yes?)</title><content type='html'>I reckon saying 'I do' is not as simple as it may sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my girl cousins are already engaged and I am elated. It has been a while since we host a wedding. Being engaged is to announce to relatives (think friends do not really care - they still take it that you're a couple)  that ' we are officially together' - Some would want a grand affair while others prefer a simple one. Either or it is still the same. Let me congratulate my dear cousins namely; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nurjanah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nazreen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kamariah &lt;/span&gt;and last but not least this coming 5th Dec - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fadilah&lt;/span&gt;. Must go shop for kebayas already. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can't wait. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to get engaged first. Not that I have any candidates. I think being engaged will kinda bring out your other half true colors - not that I do not trust the person I am going to be with (in near future - nope; I am still available though- haha)Its an eye-opener thing. At least, if you think he is not the one during the engagement phase at least you can still split up and your status is still SINGLE not DIVORCEE. (!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have seen many cases; engaged for donkey-years finally got married - got a child (or more) and just divorced with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; years? Imagine the amount of money wasted just like that. Some have not even finish settling loans with the financial institutions. When things like this happens, they'll say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'jodoh tak panjang or dah takde jodoh'&lt;/span&gt; Did you hear anyone blame themselves for this? NEVER. They never want to think about their vows (if any) or the times they've wasted on each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have also seen couples who are blissfully married in the name of love and trust. I am happy that most of them are people whom I had known personally. All shared their bits and pieces of unhappiness too but managed to over calm them. That is maybe why I wanted an engagement first. A lot of others have also tell me - engagements are waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave it to fate. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pasrah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Am checking out Tiffany &amp; Co...already drooling..looking at the pretty rings..(with PRETTY price tags too...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SwlMVgCPnxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zouGikVf9bo/s1600/lucida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SwlMVgCPnxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zouGikVf9bo/s320/lucida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406936759895301906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Lucida Tiffany Engagement Rings collection. Its just a dream. I also like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SwlOZVYfu4I/AAAAAAAAADE/V_s9_kSDHyI/s1600/schlumberger+rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SwlOZVYfu4I/AAAAAAAAADE/V_s9_kSDHyI/s320/schlumberger+rope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406939024778574722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schlumberger Rope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         fret not, future candidates..I am reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;                              **how i wish**  InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-214880043187179541?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/214880043187179541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-forever-and-ever-yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/214880043187179541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/214880043187179541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-do-forever-and-ever-yes.html' title='I do. (forever and ever - yes?)'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SwlMVgCPnxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zouGikVf9bo/s72-c/lucida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-2290203116459919239</id><published>2009-11-15T15:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:28:46.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany Cafe &amp; CashStudio Karaoke Session with Mummy Sally and Cakkie Darling...</title><content type='html'>I woke up quite early that morning, to settle my bills and my checkups. Was already late for lunch with Sally and Cakkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up my darlings at 1230 - me and Sally took a cab from her place and we zoomed to the Furama City Centre where Tiffany is located. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambience is cosy and were well organized except the tables are quite close to each other and thank God it was packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-v7hQ75PI/AAAAAAAAABc/PBSMVTvGq2Q/s1600-h/display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-v7hQ75PI/AAAAAAAAABc/PBSMVTvGq2Q/s320/display.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404231514944431346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the their all-time favourite Penang Hor-Fun with its Duck Rice and Roti John by its side. Ain't that clear cause I forgot to on the flash. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the salads followed by the selection of sashimi's. Was looking out for the desserts selection which was exhilarating. I helped myself with the lamb shanks, stir-fried peas with cauliflower gratin - See below!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-y23h45ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/rtG34HyEJEM/s1600-h/lambshank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-y23h45ZI/AAAAAAAAABk/rtG34HyEJEM/s320/lambshank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404234733556655506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lambshank which I created hahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? They all had durian paste (sob sob) This is something I dread. I have this thing for durians. Since young when my late father bought durians (like baskets of it) I will try to escape from the smell. Though I will eat one or two, my maternal grandfather will make me drink water from its shell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-2AzMzh6I/AAAAAAAAABs/eEJrZFDhO5w/s1600-h/desserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-2AzMzh6I/AAAAAAAAABs/eEJrZFDhO5w/s320/desserts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404238202728056738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-5nrIb5LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AOEERLjigac/s1600-h/angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-5nrIb5LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AOEERLjigac/s320/angels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404242169112028338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6wlgkpVI/AAAAAAAAACc/mKaEu_yg1hc/s1600-h/stressmengira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6wlgkpVI/AAAAAAAAACc/mKaEu_yg1hc/s320/stressmengira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404243421733102930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My banker... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6wG8H4pI/AAAAAAAAACU/L1QDS5x3FV8/s1600-h/singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6wG8H4pI/AAAAAAAAACU/L1QDS5x3FV8/s320/singing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404243413527159442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat menyanyi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vuoKofI/AAAAAAAAACM/EnEBaJ27Ee4/s1600-h/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vuoKofI/AAAAAAAAACM/EnEBaJ27Ee4/s320/soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404243407001002482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice of soup... Clam chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vQ82FYI/AAAAAAAAACE/yJr1uWapX_g/s1600-h/mydesserts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vQ82FYI/AAAAAAAAACE/yJr1uWapX_g/s320/mydesserts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404243399034672514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice of desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vB39rHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rmS3xNBnLxc/s1600-h/fondue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-6vB39rHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rmS3xNBnLxc/s320/fondue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404243394987666546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-2290203116459919239?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/2290203116459919239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiffany-cafe-cashstudio-karaoke-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2290203116459919239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2290203116459919239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/tiffany-cafe-cashstudio-karaoke-session.html' title='Tiffany Cafe &amp; CashStudio Karaoke Session with Mummy Sally and Cakkie Darling...'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Sv-v7hQ75PI/AAAAAAAAABc/PBSMVTvGq2Q/s72-c/display.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-8080613700935012967</id><published>2009-11-14T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:20:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th November</title><content type='html'>Talking too much about work for the last few posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember was supposed to blog while I was sleeping over Nisa's place for our always-postponed gym routine. We finally managed to get a date before Ma Aida went for her hand surgery - think she's already on medical leave from FB now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my Friday nimbly (maybe because a few things so needed my immediate attention and was pretty preoccupied and am glad that everything went fine) I was really looking forward to a good long weekend. KB was delayed as her consultation with the graduating students were stretched. She looked very tired and very skinny - pity her. She is my aspiration - since young. We ate at this Indonesian bistro serving Nasi Ayam Penyet...I had grilled chicken instead. KB ordered some soup (I can't seem to recall its name) and I was so tempted to drink the Jus Apukat (Avocado Juice) with thick, rich gula melaka. But my throat was definitely not it a good condition - so I thought I'll save it for some other time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ION is a huge place with so many tricky exit (and entrance)walked and realized most of the shops are(mostly) designer labels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She have to leave early to run errands for her activities. I was pretty exhausted by all the walking and talking. Hope to see her again very soon. She's always busy..Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-8080613700935012967?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/8080613700935012967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/6th-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/8080613700935012967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/8080613700935012967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/6th-november.html' title='6th November'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-3006778581099700462</id><published>2009-11-05T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:36:28.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF please!</title><content type='html'>Thursday seems fine. I started back on track for my statistics and tried to clear my appeals on time. I didn't see him at the bus stop today. Maybe because it was raining heavily. What a miss! I didn't see him when I was going home as well. Sigh. Call me weird what-so-ever - he is one kind of drug; I think. So motivated to come to work. He is one of the pull factors that I can think of to drag myself to work. Besides the good working colleague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about work already. Tomorrow is finally Friday! Yay! Am meeting my darling god-sister tomorrow after work. Something to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is preparing for her final year exams. I really hope she can do well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Singapore is growing at a very fast pace, saw a lot of people maundering in the estate. So weird. These people must seek medical attention soon - its scary right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is watching some TV2 drama and I think DYH is running out of ideas. His drama always have a lot of reflections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to see a family, the man living in the same house with 2 of his wives (!!) So what? Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to be involved in polygamy? Sharing your man with another 3 women? Muslim men definitely vouch for this, but on what grounds they do that is the major  concern. I am sure not all men are similiar, but think about it, why stick to 1 when you can have 4. Muse about every iota that can happened, the pros and the cons. It is amazing how men can be so inspired to think of reasons to get away with our naggings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-3006778581099700462?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/3006778581099700462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/tgif-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3006778581099700462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3006778581099700462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/tgif-please.html' title='TGIF please!'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-2916268814153635484</id><published>2009-11-02T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:51:04.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I was so wrong..</title><content type='html'>Monday was alhamdulilah. My partner took urgent half day due to her tonsils - take care Sheena. Its scary how bad tonsils can get. My niece got hers removed as it was causing too much of a problem for her. She's only 9 when she went for the surgery last year. All she can fed on after the surgery was ice-cream. I'm glad she's much better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the maintenance, there isn't any online cases for the last few days - at least I can breathe a little and focus on my main duties. Have to follow up with lotsa cases tomorrow. And not forgetting my statistics! Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls from the other cliques are pretty happening these days. I thought we are over and done with the days where we 'confront' others. Maybe they are pushed to their limits, well we cant say much since we do not really know the real story. Better to just listen and observe. Nowadays, its not worth to talk about others (eventhough its hard) - karma is in its fastest pace. So I will try to curb and mind my own business. So hard for a girl. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mama at Tampines MRT to run some errands. My elder sister was not well , Mama send her to the hospital and guess what? The doctor who attended to her gave her the wrong prescribtions, no wonder her condition worsened. Poor Kak Ida. Today she was attended by the senior doctor - who apparently told her about the wrong prescribtions and Alhamdulilah she was feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought dinner and all of us ate Subs for dinner. While walking towards the bus terminal in Tampines, saw this decals booths - ArtUKidding's the name. I think its very creative and easy to use. Its going on sale for like $10 (selected designs only) I managed to get them to email me the soft copy of their catalogues. Can't wait till I have the money. I hope I can finally paint my hall and kitchen by the end of this year. InsyaAllah I can get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you still remember the advertisements with the plane-look-a-like thang on the exterior? The one where from outside it looks like you are sitting in a plane? (but you are on a bus..) Or anyone with a gestalts advertisement ideas ? (i.e by loooking at the shapes and designs (without the brand logo you are able to tell the brands? ) Please tag me -----&gt; Thank you darlings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I missed my Loyang gfs. Izyani just called me and she sounded no less different! We must meet up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-2916268814153635484?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/2916268814153635484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-was-so-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2916268814153635484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2916268814153635484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-was-so-wrong.html' title='and I was so wrong..'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-5826649830847869435</id><published>2009-11-01T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:07:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did anyone just pressed forward?!!?</title><content type='html'>To my disbelief, its already Sunday evening. My brother and his family came over with breakfast as early as 8 am. Thanks Abang. So sweet of you. (Upon my request, that is..kata adik abang) Had MacDonalds for breakfast and managed to complete MacDonald's monopoly. Its been so long since I ate BIG Breakfast. It tasted like before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon McD is not releasing any of the hot 'estates' now. I sooo want an ipod touch or another laptop would be nice..Haha. Anyone has Joo Chiat?? I want!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I accompanied my sister-in-law to get her hair done at Cindy's - of course. She had it coloured and trimmed all for just $45! Great deal at the convenient of my neighbourhood. Considering her hair is long and thick. I would strongly recommend it to those people staying around Tampines or Pasir Ris. She charge hair cut for only $5! She was formerly working for a saloon before she settle down - in fact, she did a home based saloon in Jurong West where she was residing before she moved in to Tampines. Will post photos of her saloon when I have the time. (Yes! She renovate one of her rooms to a saloon!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, Aida and me did stayed back after work on our own accord to clean the workstation. I removed my scanner and will be returning it to Aisha tomorrow. Aida said, even the ants can get lost in the wiring behind my desktop. Haha. We had lunch at Tong Seng Coffeeshop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After lunch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Su1470ocVNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kxCneesYQA8/s1600-h/picturesque_(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Su1470ocVNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kxCneesYQA8/s320/picturesque_(009).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399104497422980306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were supposed to do a candid shot. Look at how tired we are.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Su14788k2AI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZiizWng5Q6Y/s1600-h/picturesque_(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Su14788k2AI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZiizWng5Q6Y/s320/picturesque_(010).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399104499654907906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming Monday with open arms, Mama mada pasta Aglio Oglio for us for dinner. Yummerz. All thanks to Ros Rasol! So sedap! Assalamualaikum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-5826649830847869435?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/5826649830847869435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-anyone-just-pressed-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5826649830847869435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/5826649830847869435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-anyone-just-pressed-forward.html' title='did anyone just pressed forward?!!?'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/Su1470ocVNI/AAAAAAAAABU/kxCneesYQA8/s72-c/picturesque_(009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-7619936474662493460</id><published>2009-10-30T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:42:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>We really had it with the ants at our workstation. Luckily, Sheena knew one of the building Uncle and asked him to look at it. Its like coming out from the partitions of our workstations and its conquering our desks like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdkIQj0bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eso6NMpySwA/s1600-h/picturesque_(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdkIQj0bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eso6NMpySwA/s320/picturesque_(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398300347374752178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See those small pixelated ones, those are the dead ants. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdkUeznEI/AAAAAAAAABE/7IV4RvC87KM/s1600-h/picturesque_(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdkUeznEI/AAAAAAAAABE/7IV4RvC87KM/s320/picturesque_(005).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398300350655732802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the pest exterminators were at the scene, with their equipment. They had confirmed that it is ants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdjxjzKSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/D1ObLpw31I4/s1600-h/picturesque_(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdjxjzKSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/D1ObLpw31I4/s320/picturesque_(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398300341281433890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida thought her prince charming from the building unit would actually be the one who would come by with to save the day. Unfortunate for her, he didn't come. Meanwhile, we were supposed to be looking out for the ants that was supposed to be running out from the metal holes in the partitions. We set up an operational team, we call ourselves S1 , S2 and S3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my off day, I managed to sleep till 10 am and am already wide awake. So Aida and I will be gearing up tomorrow to clean up our workstations tomorrow after work. Am going to help mumdo some cooking.  Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-7619936474662493460?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/7619936474662493460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/7619936474662493460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/7619936474662493460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuqdkIQj0bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eso6NMpySwA/s72-c/picturesque_(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-3085149484858037803</id><published>2009-10-28T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:52:15.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>I left office a little late today. Was concentrating to finish my July statistics at least. So I will be left with August onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading HJ's blog and she uploaded a recent interview with Ris Low, hosted by Perfect 10 DJ, Shan and Ross. I am astounded by the way she speaks and dresses up. She looks weird and delusional. Haiz. Pity her. Shouldn't have laughed at her (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the uniform to be ready! I'll update you again. Tired. Cancelled the appointment with Sophie tonight - our CSI date. Good night all, sweetest dreams. Allah bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-3085149484858037803?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/3085149484858037803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3085149484858037803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/3085149484858037803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-6651353420598166920</id><published>2009-10-26T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:20:07.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues.</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone's Monday was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in to the office, I already expected to see piles of files waiting for my next action. My online cases doubled up as well. Had breakfast while sorting out the workload I had. My stomach was not ready to eat anything yet. I think its traumatized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to talk about, too many things to do and too little time. Everyone else was loquacious as usual. I went up for the uniform measurement and was really excited to get the uniforms. FINALLY , I have the luxury to dress down to work cause I can at least change to the uniform once I am in office. Brilliant isn't ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuWhyuxYKDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3dghDncokhU/s1600-h/bdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 102px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuWhyuxYKDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3dghDncokhU/s320/bdaycake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396897621394073650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague Sita, is due to deliver this week and tomorrow is the begining of her maternity leave. We all wish her the best and may Allah bless her with the most adorable and healthiest baby. And it is also her birthday tomorrow, HAPPY BIRTHDAY babe! Hopefully, your baby will share the same birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back at work to clear some files so I can continue with my 6 monthly statistics tomorrow morning till lunch time. I hope to finish July and early August by the end of this week. KAMPATE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... An new senior officer came in today to take over Ms Sin's position I think. Nothing interesting; Hottie LWS gave me a slice of cake, maybe because I think I looked too moody. Wasn't moody, just recuperating from the stomach flu episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah everything goes as per my plan. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-6651353420598166920?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/6651353420598166920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/6651353420598166920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/6651353420598166920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues.'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuWhyuxYKDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3dghDncokhU/s72-c/bdaycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-2919856596375787614</id><published>2009-10-24T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:35:27.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Or What!</title><content type='html'>Hah. It might sound disgusting. But its a relief you know after not able to fart after say; 3 days. Alhamdulilah. Thanks to Him. Really taught me a lesson. But I am still away from food for a few days. Depending on water and isotonic drink to stock to my body fluid all thanks to Rubiannah for her advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB video links cannot be trusted at all. Sister's lappy got virus, luckily the virus software acted just in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in need of H2O, a contact of mine of FB volunteered to help me buy and send it to my place. Thanks Sirh! May Allah bless you! Not that I am lazy or what..Just lacking of energy to bring myself down to the shop. And its super hot out there. My tap water just turned to luke warm imagine that? MasyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who are the people who said I worked until I am unhappy there. Cheh. Say what you want, people. So far work is Alhamdulilah. I am positive when it comes to work. Haha. Always remember what Mama C said. Anyway, let them be. We are all entitled to our own opinions. Despite speaking of all this, just wanted to share; I not affected but you know, its nice to learn different kind of human behaviour - Behavioural Science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to meet my Deli kakis, later. Nurul and hubby will be fetching me later at 6... No food...Cheh. Miss BBQ chickens la..Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-2919856596375787614?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/2919856596375787614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/relief-or-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2919856596375787614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/2919856596375787614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/relief-or-what.html' title='Relief Or What!'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-8928448902451529185</id><published>2009-10-23T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:55:00.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuE009LildI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OS0EmZLuWPk/s1600-h/picturesque_(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395651912947373522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuE009LildI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OS0EmZLuWPk/s320/picturesque_(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good things always comes to an end. So does good working colleagues. I mean they don't end as in end - but they got transferred. Especially the senior officers, of all the officers, my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DSP&lt;/span&gt; Elicia has to go. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a total of 2 already. First it was ASP Melody, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cheh&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyways, she gave me and some of the rest a souvenir. (inset)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wondering when some of the other senior officers are leaving for good. Those who are difficult to work with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is very annoying and depressing when you come to them and they sulked. Hello! Its your job scope - Bad as it may seems, maybe they are pressurized by the management. Sigh. Be thankful at least can? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-8928448902451529185?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/8928448902451529185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-things-always-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/8928448902451529185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/8928448902451529185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-things-always-comes-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMBtgC6e53w/SuE009LildI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OS0EmZLuWPk/s72-c/picturesque_(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736504360533061268.post-507956794152035717</id><published>2009-10-23T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:35:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Flu...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what causes it. All start off when I was getting ready to work and I felt a sudden jolt in my tummy. I threw up thru my nose and mouth (yeah, disgusting) right after my bowels got activated. Never felt so weak before. Started to perspire (and I think its sweating already) I ate my breakfast thinking I would be ok for work, 5 mins later I threw up my mum's coffee black and bread. Sigh. My work load motivated me to come to work. I tried to bring myself up but i only have strength to run to the loo and throw up. Pity my partners. Sigh, mama said there must be a blessing behind all this. Visited Dr John as polyclinics, haiz, you know how terrible the queue down there. The moment I stepped into the clinic all I could think of is to get over and done with the visit and go back home to my loo again. He said its either stomach flu or i ate something wrong. I didn't eat anything funny. So I reckon it has to be stomach flu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736504360533061268-507956794152035717?l=heedayareed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/feeds/507956794152035717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/stomach-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/507956794152035717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736504360533061268/posts/default/507956794152035717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heedayareed.blogspot.com/2009/10/stomach-flu.html' title='Stomach Flu...'/><author><name>heedayareed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18316789326344006409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
