<?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-7280092005303642191</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:39:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom In The City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-6199630532344230284</id><published>2008-12-30T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:18:59.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantis Theme Park Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVqHbbyyFaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g1WZHUGXP5A/s1600-h/vacation+in+dubai+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285686018059670946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVqHbbyyFaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g1WZHUGXP5A/s400/vacation+in+dubai+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285616652069857394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVpIVzWDaHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ouPbnz1YcfI/s400/n1031525753_30240895_3613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVp9PK5D84I/AAAAAAAAAT8/5UV5d9txtiY/s1600-h/vacation+in+dubai+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285674812247896962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVp9PK5D84I/AAAAAAAAAT8/5UV5d9txtiY/s400/vacation+in+dubai+071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30240895&amp;amp;id=1031525753&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285682528422559586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVqEQT4df2I/AAAAAAAAAUU/CNDdPa9eBbk/s400/vacation+in+dubai+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285680028382028306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVqB-ygWYhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/tZFAKCqd9gI/s400/vacation+in+dubai+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVpFxc-ocSI/AAAAAAAAATs/hjXk-mrfXrU/s1600-h/vacation+in+dubai+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285613828567494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVpFxc-ocSI/AAAAAAAAATs/hjXk-mrfXrU/s400/vacation+in+dubai+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our family's trip went to the Atlantis Aquaventure was the greatest experience over all. Atlantis had been the "big hit" since it started. It is located on Jumeirah coastal area of Dubai and it takes us about 45 minutes to reach there. The biggest wet land with huge lagoon that divides into different section that is from lazy river to the fast rapid section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other zone of the lagoon there is also a wet playground for kids to linger around for hours and hours. And the most adventurous section that the kids really enjoy is a four storey pyramid that named as Ziggurat. On this section there are four types of slide with different level of steepness where I was being cheated by the kids until I felt really wanted to faint (hehehe... as if I was dropping into a huge hole)later then I refused to go to the next level. On the lower level of the pyramid which is really interesting is that we pass through the water tunnel and above it we can see sharks and different types of fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-6199630532344230284?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/6199630532344230284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=6199630532344230284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6199630532344230284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6199630532344230284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/atlantis-theme-park-experience.html' title='Atlantis Theme Park Experience'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVqHbbyyFaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/g1WZHUGXP5A/s72-c/vacation+in+dubai+076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-6828368000169812004</id><published>2008-12-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:04:16.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVhi5V2sKgI/AAAAAAAAATc/7VnX9KYJhSg/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285082899977873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVhi5V2sKgI/AAAAAAAAATc/7VnX9KYJhSg/s400/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Anniversary to both of us. Thank you my hubby for being patient with all the beauty and obstacles that we have gone for the past 23 years. You're the man that I always love and wanted to grow old with . You're a reflection of everything that is wonderful in the world&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-6828368000169812004?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/6828368000169812004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=6828368000169812004&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6828368000169812004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6828368000169812004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/21st-december.html' title='21st December'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVhi5V2sKgI/AAAAAAAAATc/7VnX9KYJhSg/s72-c/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-183125829677910207</id><published>2008-12-18T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:30:20.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day in Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfSBNHWMYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fq5TTezrDq8/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284923605884744066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfSBNHWMYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fq5TTezrDq8/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfcE5k5l-I/AAAAAAAAATU/ywWkH9V0AlA/s1600-h/IMG_3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284934664475744226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfcE5k5l-I/AAAAAAAAATU/ywWkH9V0AlA/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfNu9V-TWI/AAAAAAAAASs/AvceI2GgsoM/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284918894366969186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfNu9V-TWI/AAAAAAAAASs/AvceI2GgsoM/s320/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfPZEwnzjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/53CIVwpKQCw/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284920717423922738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfPZEwnzjI/AAAAAAAAAS0/53CIVwpKQCw/s320/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUqTWVHu9fI/AAAAAAAAASc/mCC7ERjInjY/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281195524881315314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUqTWVHu9fI/AAAAAAAAASc/mCC7ERjInjY/s320/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfXaGs79OI/AAAAAAAAATM/Na5jEMOPv38/s1600-h/IMG_3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284929531218228450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfXaGs79OI/AAAAAAAAATM/Na5jEMOPv38/s320/IMG_3542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second day of Eid Adha we planned to have a family day at Sur. It is located on the northeastern coast of Oman about 160km from Muscat. It took us about 3 hours to reach there and Sur is well-known of it beautiful beach and mountain scenery. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;n June 2007 Sur was drastically battered by cyclone Gonu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we went in a big crowd that is around 8 families, unfortunately Hj Amin and Sajali/Zaleha could not join us because they were having their own vacation. We started our journey at 8.00 a.m but before we reached Sur we decided to stop at Wadi Shabb to have our breakfast. While waiting for Rohimi's family ,Raja n Fauzi lead us to Bima Sink Hole ,the beautiful water reservation founded in Sur. Reached Sur at 1.30 p.m but before check-in we had our lunch near the beach.  Though our food were cold but because dah terlalu lapar we enjoyed eating them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relax sekejap then at 4.30 we intended to go to the Turtle beach which is about 46km from city centre but couldn't able to reach there cos it's almost maghrib so we just stopped to the nearest beach.  The kids were happy having their football match  but then feeling frustrated with the sunset where they have to go back.  At night we have our barbecue on the beach outside the hotel area.  sangat lah seronoknya.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day, before going back to Muscat we went to the Turte Beach resort lepak-lepak there for almost one hour.  Before departed, we had our lunch at one of Sur restaurant then off we go........ and planning for our next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-183125829677910207?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/183125829677910207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=183125829677910207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/183125829677910207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/183125829677910207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-day-in-sur.html' title='Family Day in Sur'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SVfSBNHWMYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/fq5TTezrDq8/s72-c/IMG_3452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-9014313060264045284</id><published>2008-12-16T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:22:28.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Grand Mosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the first day of Eid Adha we decided to visit Sultan Qabbus Grand Mosque.  We gathered around 9.30 at the parking place and dressed like the Omani. The tourist thought we are the Omanis.  They were very impressed by our  look  thus some even took our picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUp1jD1JhgI/AAAAAAAAASU/KvEb_cN8naw/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281162758229427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUp1jD1JhgI/AAAAAAAAASU/KvEb_cN8naw/s400/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUpzj0wF6eI/AAAAAAAAASM/8qr1Q9b-apw/s1600-h/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281160572338301410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUpzj0wF6eI/AAAAAAAAASM/8qr1Q9b-apw/s400/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUiydsKo7PI/AAAAAAAAASE/y180YmR6Aq8/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280666786233642226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUiydsKo7PI/AAAAAAAAASE/y180YmR6Aq8/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terachu-cha-cha ladies in the model set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-9014313060264045284?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/9014313060264045284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=9014313060264045284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/9014313060264045284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/9014313060264045284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-to-grand-mosque.html' title='Visit to the Grand Mosque'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUp1jD1JhgI/AAAAAAAAASU/KvEb_cN8naw/s72-c/gathering+hari+raya+aid+adha+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-800775817967957465</id><published>2008-12-16T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:31:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Tour to Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUegTE-IfAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZwIO1gNxUgM/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280365337727499266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUegTE-IfAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZwIO1gNxUgM/s400/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUef5EffjMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G8s-cLj-0Nk/s1600-h/IMG_2889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280364890922388674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUef5EffjMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/G8s-cLj-0Nk/s400/IMG_2889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeehIIKPYI/AAAAAAAAARs/c7i8zmrejqg/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280363380069776770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeehIIKPYI/AAAAAAAAARs/c7i8zmrejqg/s400/IMG_2907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After postponding the trip to Dubai for quite number of times finally during the Oman National Day we decided to go together  for 3 days holiday.  There were 4 families going, left behind our Oja who could not go due to her passport almost expire and kak Faridah due to some personal reason.  We decided to depart early because we did not want to get stuck at the Emirate border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Supposed to arrive Dubai at 10.30 a.m but we ladies terhegeh-hegeh lagi nak shopping at carpet and vase area.  Finally, each one of us managed to kecek our partner and bought the carpet happily.  Since Sayed and Sajali kids never drive the quad bike so we stopped by again at the quad drive place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reached Dubai around 3.30 p.m but surprisingly Dubai road was jammed thus unpurposedly Sajali lost his track and was left behind.  Luckily that he knew to get his way to Deira City Centre and finally managed to reach their hotel by taxi. (he..he.. teringat my first time to Dubai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We reached our hotel around 6.30 p.m where everybody were exhausted so we thought of having our dinner at the Mall of Emirate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day, since Haji and Sayed were invited by their friends to play golf we intended to have our shopping at Mall of Emirate only.  Excited looking at the winter cloth furthermore the weather is getting cold masing-masing lah membeli baju sejuk.  Late in the evening we have to send Sajali's family back to Deira to get back their car and having our dinner at my favourite place China Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the third day we drove to Dubai Mall(the largest shopping mall in Dubai)  to have our brunch.  We managed to visit the largest Aquarium but could not enter due to the long que. Able to watch different species of fish from outside for few minutes then we went back to OMAN.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7280092005303642191-800775817967957465?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/800775817967957465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=800775817967957465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/800775817967957465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/800775817967957465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/group-tour-to-dubai.html' title='Group Tour to Dubai'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUegTE-IfAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZwIO1gNxUgM/s72-c/IMG_2880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2037982398845287029</id><published>2008-12-15T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:52:28.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell dinner to our Malaysian friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeT6FwJvaI/AAAAAAAAARU/lzTPbFHlzJk/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280351714301033890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeT6FwJvaI/AAAAAAAAARU/lzTPbFHlzJk/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280344029569841826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeM6x5deqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/NTmwSAbfrbI/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems that it has been a long time I did not update my blog, maklumlah busy sangat. Three days after we moved in, we were involved in International Day then followed with the Malaysian day. We were busy with our small business where we had a fruitfull return. Sangatlah seronok nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last November 19 we organised a farewell dinner for our three Malaysian friend who are about to leave Oman. Roza and her kids will leave Oman on 27 November to continue her teaching whereas Meor is posted back to Kuala Lumpur and our Mr Nazri has finished his contract .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280345150664853090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeN8CTVxmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2s39gncqNJY/s400/IMG_2331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dinner started after maghrib and as usual the participants are our close friends here. Thanks to our ambassador and his third secretary for willingly coming to our unformal function.  Unfortunately we could not have our Malaysian food that night due to unforseen circumtances and thanks again to our pregnant sister Oja sangat-sangatlah bersusah payah for ordering the Omani food at Bin Ateeq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280347491904851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeQEUGdDMI/AAAAAAAAARE/vA3ipdmBAak/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280346783677936722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUePbFv_9FI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/y8wrho-tk1c/s400/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2037982398845287029?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2037982398845287029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2037982398845287029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2037982398845287029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2037982398845287029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-dinner-to-our-malaysian.html' title='Farewell dinner to our Malaysian friends'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SUeT6FwJvaI/AAAAAAAAARU/lzTPbFHlzJk/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4239438017533866833</id><published>2008-10-28T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:33:48.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing..packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQdCF6bw8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ke5Y-lcZHVw/s1600-h/pindah+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262247358958203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQdCF6bw8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ke5Y-lcZHVw/s400/pindah+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lately, I have been busy alone doing the clearing and packing everything in this house. Eventhough the house is small but since two years staying here, I started to bring different sorts of things that I like. Then when come to moving out I will crack my head to pack it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days time, we will be moving to our new house located at Al-Ansab which is about 3 km from my kids school. First, I need to empty all the drawers before the movers come and it seems that I have to clear too many unwanted things that clogged my apartment. Thinking of packing time ...its so tiring, fortunately my ever ready two best friends willing to assist. They even helped me to collect the cartoons from Lulu's backyard and last friday they all together giving their hands to bring some of the items. By thursday I must finish and everything must be in the cartoon because I dont like to mess during the shifting time. By tomorrow they have to come to my house to dismantle our curtains and closet. Today I finished almost 80 percent with the packing . My hubby was astonised seeing that all are ready. "Eh.. dah kemas "..tu je lah dia cakap. He didn't know that I have been sweating . hehe (sori k dady) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah... It is not easy to move from one house to another but thinking of my kids are growing up and they need their own privacy no matter what we have to move. Actually I really like to stay put where we are now since most of what I want are within distance. Whenever I am short of kitchen needs I can immediately go down to Safeer . Baskin Robbin, KFC, Taza and my kids favourite place Ice Skating are within the vicinity. No shortage of water and when there are problems we just call Asraf then "five minutes after" he will come to settle it... Indian english that I picked in Oman...who cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eventhough our new house is a little far but big enough to accomodate my family and visiting friends. It has 6 bedrooms with attached toilet, one living room and one big dining room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262269252749944930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQdWATKe6GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zot206MZWvQ/s400/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4239438017533866833?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4239438017533866833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4239438017533866833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4239438017533866833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4239438017533866833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/packingpacking.html' title='Packing..packing'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQdCF6bw8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ke5Y-lcZHVw/s72-c/pindah+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-5082128061212798782</id><published>2008-10-27T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:41:17.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcom Home Ainaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQWFK_58G8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/gSP54qv9WII/s1600-h/cairo+trip+alainaa+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261758163651926978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQWFK_58G8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/gSP54qv9WII/s400/cairo+trip+alainaa+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Al'Ainaa with the other teams from TAISM had gone to Cairo for the volleyball tournament.  They went on 22nd till 26.10.2008.  Last night we went to the airport to welcome their teams , walaupun kalah but they still managed to smile seeing their families welcoming them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boys team were given applaused for becoming the champion.  It's ok Ainaa eventhough your teams had lost the game, atleast you guys have had tried your best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next year masih ada, more training and play as a team..hehehe... dapat jauk pegi Cairo Na oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-5082128061212798782?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/5082128061212798782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=5082128061212798782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5082128061212798782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5082128061212798782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcom-home-ainaa.html' title='Welcom Home Ainaa'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQWFK_58G8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/gSP54qv9WII/s72-c/cairo+trip+alainaa+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4056551661904004671</id><published>2008-10-26T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:52:22.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQVhCqMIRSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n81t88JTEQ0/s1600-h/hari+raya+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261718437965088034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQVhCqMIRSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n81t88JTEQ0/s400/hari+raya+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;My dearest Aida , since today is your birthday, mummy wish you joy and happiness and always pray for your health and successful on whatever you do.  You must always know that we are so proud to have such a discipline and co'operate girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY!!!!!!!`(hadiah claim kat daddy lah)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4056551661904004671?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4056551661904004671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4056551661904004671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4056551661904004671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4056551661904004671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday girl'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SQVhCqMIRSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/n81t88JTEQ0/s72-c/hari+raya+097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-9202828060337078408</id><published>2008-10-20T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:40:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semenjak Hamzah/Lynn bukak business karaoke ni... there's nothing else that we did or talked about except karaoke...karaoke.  Whenever there are functions or gathering their portable karaoke set ni kan.... dah menjadi their permanent handbag lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend we had a family gathering at Saloma/Azlan house at Al Khuwair 33.  As usual after performing our majlis doa tahlil ,will never forget with our makan beramai-ramai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then finally the exciting event is off-course the karaoke session.  That night everybody trying to show off their talent, even yang tak tahu menyanyi pun dah pandai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To eager and excited with karaoke until we did not realised that time has come to midnight.... barulah sedar nak balik...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxb3WpoCkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m2_UX7LUbf8/s1600-h/rumah+saloma+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259179471393000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxb3WpoCkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m2_UX7LUbf8/s400/rumah+saloma+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxZ48Fbv4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ilIShNg3Wmk/s1600-h/rumah+saloma+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259177299598360450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxZ48Fbv4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/ilIShNg3Wmk/s400/rumah+saloma+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxXsHckq3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/K3_n9dmVhts/s1600-h/rumah+saloma+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259174880286649202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxXsHckq3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/K3_n9dmVhts/s400/rumah+saloma+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259164168820296194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxN8oH_CgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HL98ZMp_uf4/s400/rumah+saloma+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259162611230536338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxMh9ppcpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/50unsZstyI8/s400/rumah+saloma+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxLNLfWUXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pCym6dx4g28/s1600-h/rumah+saloma+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259161154656555378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxLNLfWUXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pCym6dx4g28/s400/rumah+saloma+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-9202828060337078408?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/9202828060337078408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=9202828060337078408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/9202828060337078408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/9202828060337078408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/karaoke-fever.html' title='Karaoke Fever'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SPxb3WpoCkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/m2_UX7LUbf8/s72-c/rumah+saloma+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-5144947185077092565</id><published>2008-10-09T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:18:15.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopted Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SO5GEUG7HlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WJ4FGVt5pnk/s1600-h/anak+omputeh+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255214855119117906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SO5GEUG7HlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WJ4FGVt5pnk/s320/anak+omputeh+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SO5D6rOn2fI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWE1wvBzogQ/s1600-h/anak+omputeh+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255212490503477746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SO5D6rOn2fI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWE1wvBzogQ/s320/anak+omputeh+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Within this 6 days we will be busy entertaining our guest who are coming from The New Cairo British International School. Their purpose to come here are to participate in the Volley Ball tournament which were organised by Taism. Since my daughter Aina, is in the team so we need to host at least 2 students to stay with us. The omputeh style are always like that, they will never let the students to stay at the hotels or maybe their one way of cost saving but nevertheless it's not a big deal for our family though.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough my house is small but I really feel appreciate seeing that they couldn't bother that much. Pity that they have to sleep in the living room, indeed we get ready with their bed, pillow and comforter. They seems to like and feel comfortable with it. We only need to prepare for their breakfast and dinner, sending and fetching them to school together with my children, whereas their lunch will be taken care by the student council. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These two beautiful young ladies as I can see are very friendly especially Caroline, she is from Australia. She told us that she ever lived in Indonesia for few years and she can converse some Indonesian words. When I fried cucur pisang this morning and asked them to try it she told me that she ever ate this type of food there and liked it very much. hehe lucunya anak omputeh ni. The other blonde girl who is from Denmark good in drawing told Aji that she is one of the top ten student in art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At 4.30p.m after fetching them from school I immediately sent them to Centre point because they need to look for new clothes for their party tonight. My Aina will tumpang sekakilah having a chance to buy a new cloth. For dinner I cooked simple dish for them, i.e macaroni cheese, grill chicken with honey , mix vegetables and white rice. Then by 7.30 p.m we sent them back to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-5144947185077092565?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/5144947185077092565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=5144947185077092565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5144947185077092565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5144947185077092565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/adopted-daughter.html' title='Adopted Daughter'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SO5GEUG7HlI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WJ4FGVt5pnk/s72-c/anak+omputeh+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-6698808658613967731</id><published>2008-10-06T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:52:01.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 in Salalah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnPmeu_RHI/AAAAAAAAANI/tMKr4ZmhTGI/s1600-h/hari+raya+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253958700296520818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnPmeu_RHI/AAAAAAAAANI/tMKr4ZmhTGI/s200/hari+raya+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnQuqUiJjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6BIw2IhLdGo/s1600-h/hari+raya+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253959940357367346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnQuqUiJjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6BIw2IhLdGo/s200/hari+raya+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253962799512157474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnTVFgJ_SI/AAAAAAAAANg/fIbzKFXylxA/s200/hari+raya+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day in Salalah was very interesting because there were so many places that we need to explore. We woke up early and by 7.30a.m we have gone out for our breakfast. Luckily the coffee shop are opened so senang nak cari makan. After that we started with our first visit that is to Nabi Imran's graveyard. It is located at the city centre on An Nahdah Street. Nabi Imran was the father of Mariam who gave birth to Nabi Isa a.s. The longest graveyard that we have ever seen. Spent about 20 minutes there, then we moved upwards about 500 m to the footprints of Nabi Saleh's camel. The fourteen footprints of Nabi Saleh's sacred camel, as mentioned in the Holy Quran, rest here. The footprints have been fenced off for protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnW4zSE2zI/AAAAAAAAANw/NpS-rlPvtr0/s1600-h/hari+raya+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253966711631436594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnW4zSE2zI/AAAAAAAAANw/NpS-rlPvtr0/s320/hari+raya+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253965444634673954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnVvDWggyI/AAAAAAAAANo/zdh0_LWZ2NQ/s200/hari+raya+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we headed to Al Balid (Archeological site). A city known as Dhufar, grew between 12th and 16th centuries. The ruins of this once magnificient city can be seen at archeological site but unfortunately we were not able to enter because it is only opened at 4.00 p.m. Then we stopped by at the corniche area where we had our coconut drink&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253979753727402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOniv84EIMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kxU0NhqPmok/s320/hari+raya+126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253982480963960002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnlOsn7fMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eYRvp4fW5E8/s320/hari+raya+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984139426986370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnmvO4U-YI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Uudzxpjpbho/s320/hari+raya+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;By 10.30 we moved further to Nabi Ayoub's tomb. Lies about 40 kilometres from Salalah on Jebel Ittin, which rises up behind the town. The mosque and tomb - shrine of Nabi Ayoub mark the place where the remains of the prophet, possibly identifiend as Job in the Old Testament, can be found. Near the tomb there is a stone mosque which is believed to have been used by Nabi Ayoub for praying. There were so many people visited during this time. I also met the other friends from Muscat . They came one day earlier then us. Staying there for almost one hour and by 12.00 we moved out and checked-in at Samharam Apartment. We have our relaxed for 2 hours whereas the kids were excited to go for swimming at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to have our lunch at the nearest Indian Restuarant at 2.00 p.m. Ordered for Chicken Beryani, fried King fish, curry sotong and salad oleh kerana terlalu lapar and dah sebulan tak makan indian food semua licin. Finished with our lunch we proceeded to Mughsayl which is located 40km on the west of Salalah. Mughsayl has a stretch of magnificent sandy beach , outlined by sculptured cliffs and blow holes formed in the limestone rocks, where plumes of water can reach a height of 30 metres or more. Since Khareef season is over so we could not see the splashing out of water from the blowholes.The view along the coast where the mountains meet the sea is spectacular. Feeling satisfied with the sight seeing and photographing session we rushed back to the hotel because my big baby dah ngantuk. Allowed him to rest for a shortwhile but the others geared up with their swimming suit and went to relax themselves at the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night we went out for our shopping , biasa lah ladies will never satisfied without done with their shopping. Eventhough Salalah is not a place of shopping paradise but we were enjoyed with the fascinating Salalah souq where we can find a lot of ready garments and materials. We found out that the cost of Abaya was much cheaper compared to Muscat where Roza and Zaleha bought one each for themselves. As for myself I bought some materials for our next Eid. hehehe... puas hati... Finally, bila semua dah rasa lapar, Haji introduced us to Yemeni Restaurant located at 23rd July Street the best Yemeni food ever. The rice was so yummy sampai we ordered for second big plate. At the same time we never missed with our jokes and borak-borak . When everybody felt exhausted we hurriedly went back. Fathers and kids immediately went to bed whereas the three moms continued with their chat/gossips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-6698808658613967731?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/6698808658613967731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=6698808658613967731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6698808658613967731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6698808658613967731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2-in-salalah.html' title='Day 2 in Salalah'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOnPmeu_RHI/AAAAAAAAANI/tMKr4ZmhTGI/s72-c/hari+raya+077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3912157080834480591</id><published>2008-10-06T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:01:20.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salalah Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOm_IgtyOpI/AAAAAAAAANA/tuIcgqycHbA/s1600-h/hari+raya+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253940593246222994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOm_IgtyOpI/AAAAAAAAANA/tuIcgqycHbA/s320/hari+raya+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the second day of Eid we went off to Salalah. My family departed Oman at 6.30 a.m because on the way to Nizwa we missed the route therefore we need to turn back to Rusayl round about and started our journey again. We managed to chase the other two families and stop by at Adam around 8.30 to have our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Salalah lies in the extreme south of the Sultanate of Oman, about 1,040 km from Muscat if we go by road and one hour plus by air.  It is well known of its lavish green landscapes and we can see swaying of palm trees along a serene coastline.&lt;br /&gt;We reached Salalah at 3.00 p.m and stopped by the green wooded mountain to wait for the others. Half and hour later Razak and family arrived but we have to wait for Sajali and family coz they could only speed at 120km.  Once we arrived at Salalah town we had a difficulty at looking for hotel.  semua dah fully book. We need to ronda-ronda to look for suitable hotel dah lah penat...sesat here and there pulak but actually it's quite fun.  At last we managed to get Salalah Hotel which is located at the centre of the city but.. the next day we moved to Samharam Apartment which is more comfortable and affordable.  At night we had our dinner at Lebonese restaurant located on the east part of salalah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3912157080834480591?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3912157080834480591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3912157080834480591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3912157080834480591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3912157080834480591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/salalah-trip.html' title='Salalah Trip'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOm_IgtyOpI/AAAAAAAAANA/tuIcgqycHbA/s72-c/hari+raya+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2281872378220663640</id><published>2008-10-04T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:10:29.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak In Oman 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOg-XDRJD5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DCNouIo9wNM/s1600-h/hari+raya+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253517531062800274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOg-XDRJD5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DCNouIo9wNM/s400/hari+raya+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kami sekeluarga Haji Mohamad Zunaidi ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya dan Maaf Zahir Batin kepada semua keluarga dan sahabat handai di mana jua berada&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253527037921709618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOhHAbE7zjI/AAAAAAAAAMw/PDFFemDku7s/s400/hari+raya+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the first day of Eid we have family-get-together at Razak and Roza residence, at Mawaleh. After we finished with our maaf-maafan and makan-makan we proceeded to our Malaysian Ambassador house. This time we managed to take picture with our Ambassador and his wife.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253532426496986578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOhL6FFZTdI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qPhY9uXbH70/s400/hari+raya+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7280092005303642191-2281872378220663640?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2281872378220663640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2281872378220663640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2281872378220663640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2281872378220663640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/10/eid-mubarak-in-oman-2008.html' title='Eid Mubarak In Oman 2008'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SOg-XDRJD5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/DCNouIo9wNM/s72-c/hari+raya+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4341524094272419488</id><published>2008-09-26T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:34:38.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SN3X6H4hUaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZrwV6P8VenM/s1600-h/4th+ramadhan+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250590134132363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SN3X6H4hUaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZrwV6P8VenM/s320/4th+ramadhan+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Mawaleh, to Ghala and the last destination for iftar is at Hamzah n Lynn house. This time around everybody are excited waiting for Hari Raya. Sampai-sampai Aji n Razak sikit-sikit nyanyi lagu Selamat Ari Raya. For the three muskeeters orang bujang pulak 'no need to say lah' muka semua berseri-seri especially our eldest brother Aji Syukur, tonight he and Adnan will be going back to Malaysia to meet their longing partner. Smiling broadly and talking about cheeky-cheeky things without bothering whatever we all disturbed them. Keep on looking at their watch thus counting for the time by saying in 10 hours dah boleh sampai lah. hehehe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cian tengok orang tua berdua ni... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250591552192092034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SN3ZMqkTl4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/oTevDOGJbY4/s320/4th+ramadhan+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The most interesting part was, after performing our terawih we end up hugging each other then continued singing the Hari Raya song again. While we were busily talking about preparation for Hari raya, quietly Hamzah took out his karaoke set ...wah apalagi berebut-rebut nak pegang microphone. First, we were entertained by Aji Syukur with his 'My way' then unexpectedly our cikgu Roza showing off her hidden talent where she almost controlled the microphone bawak bermacam-macam jenis lagu. Even lagu Micheal Jackson "Beat-it" pun dia boleh bawak. eh..eheh .. boleh tahan cikgu discipline kitani. Our next highligthed of the night was our Abang Long Sayed Rafiee , the best performer of the night sang his favourite song until he danced on the spot. Everybody started to scream and laughed at him thus ada yang sindir him 'maklumlah 2 hari lagi nak balik' . hehe I think he might have that different kind of feeling....whereas he keep on saying 'dah tiga bulan lah tak balik' The funniest moment that we enjoy ever. At that moment too I realised that for us who are staying abroad thus away from families might feel lonely if we are reluctant to gather around and makes friend. Luckily we are a person who like to get along with others. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi kadang2 kena tengok jenis kawan jugak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we ended our awesome night around 10.30 . After finished up with the clearing we went back beramai2 macam orang baru balik dari panggung wayang pulak. Besides that we also planned for our Takbir night which is going to be held at my house pulak.......... SELAMAT HARI RAYA..........MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4341524094272419488?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4341524094272419488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4341524094272419488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4341524094272419488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4341524094272419488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/hari-raya-mood.html' title='Hari Raya Mood'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SN3X6H4hUaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZrwV6P8VenM/s72-c/4th+ramadhan+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1353957806062187087</id><published>2008-09-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:23:09.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNjN8nawPLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m5FViMcAQJc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249171806957354162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNjN8nawPLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m5FViMcAQJc/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last, by 3.00 p.m I finished with my second cookies.  With the measurement that I followed I managed to get around 100 pcs of cookies.  I got this recipe from one of the book that I bought on my way back to Malaysia and the name of this cookie is Biskut Sambaria.&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients are:&lt;br /&gt;250 g mentega&lt;br /&gt;110 gm gula perang&lt;br /&gt;260 g tepung gandum&lt;br /&gt;80g serbuk badam , dibakar&lt;br /&gt;70g tepung kastard&lt;br /&gt;40 g coklat urai (I did not use it)&lt;br /&gt;1 biji kuning telur, dipukul sedikit&lt;br /&gt;50 g badam hiris (strip almond) untuk hiasan&lt;br /&gt;1.  Putar mentega bersama gula hingga lembut&lt;br /&gt;2. Gaul tepung, serbuk badam, tepung kastard bersama coklat urai di dalam bekas berasingan dan masukkan di dalam adunan mentega.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Uli adunan sehingga menjadi doh.&lt;br /&gt;4.  canai doh setebal 7mm dan terap mengikut bentuk yang di sukai.&lt;br /&gt;5.  sapu kuning telur di atasnya dan hias dengan badam.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Last bakar lebih kurang 20 minit sehingga masak pada suhu 160deg celcius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1353957806062187087?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1353957806062187087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1353957806062187087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1353957806062187087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1353957806062187087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-second-cookie.html' title='My Second Cookie'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNjN8nawPLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m5FViMcAQJc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4148050603025519640</id><published>2008-09-23T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:32:13.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNinpw6jJfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0y0Pq8jJ-N8/s1600-h/kuih+muih+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249129701647263218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNinpw6jJfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0y0Pq8jJ-N8/s320/kuih+muih+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday Zaleha called me asking us to come to her house and showing off her two cookies which she has completed.  Feeling excited and yet I did not start any , so today I intended to prepare at least two cookies for myself.  Yesterday  the three of us did our shopping again buying stuff for making cakes.  Finally today , I completed one cookie called as mama carries which I get it from my friend in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients are:&lt;br /&gt;300 gm butter&lt;br /&gt;375 flour&lt;br /&gt;130 gm corn flour&lt;br /&gt;100 grm icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;for top decor:&lt;br /&gt;1 egg white&lt;br /&gt;100 gm icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tspn corn flour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4148050603025519640?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4148050603025519640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4148050603025519640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4148050603025519640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4148050603025519640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cookie.html' title='My cookie'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNinpw6jJfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0y0Pq8jJ-N8/s72-c/kuih+muih+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3917198761635183286</id><published>2008-09-20T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T09:15:50.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Week of Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNTPfJmDABI/AAAAAAAAALo/c3bymBKqiRU/s1600-h/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248047599851864082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNTPfJmDABI/AAAAAAAAALo/c3bymBKqiRU/s320/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the 3rd week of Ramadhan we received three invitations for iftar together. Last monday we were invited by our generous Omani friend Mr Mohamad Wahiby to have an iftar with his family at their house. Amongst those invited were my family, Hj Amin, Raja's family and not to forget the home alone husband. Since that night was on the 14th of Ramadhan, we have the chance to see the Qaranqasho fun night. A popular evening for children during the holy month of Ramadhan which I just knew it, where they moved from one house to another and receiving sweets. The sweets are given as a gesture for their ability to fast during this holy month. Within that period, we managed to see three groups of children coming to the house with plastic bag asking for their treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then on tuesday night Daleel Petroleum hosted dinner for the staff and family members. This time the dinner was held at Al Noor Hall in MQ but we realised that not many people turned up during that night. Dah lah makanan selalu je tak sedap, furthermore my friend Intan and family were not with us so macam tak enjoy lah. After finishing our dinner we immediately went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248135073497098274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNUfCyUQKCI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-eoD3UXhSsM/s320/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNTMYnblm7I/AAAAAAAAALY/lAwVGTuUKJs/s1600-h/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248044189067090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNTMYnblm7I/AAAAAAAAALY/lAwVGTuUKJs/s320/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On thursday night, Zaleha invited us for the 3rd family gathering at their place. The most excited night that moms always waiting for. The day where they cracking their head and busy thinking of what foods to cook and started to call each other asking for " u masak apa nanti" Finally, with the talented that they have, everyone brought at least two menu for the whole family to share. Eventhough we meet frequently but macam tak cukup cukup je.... too many topics to share and laughing at. Dads with their own topics and issues whereas the kids happily playing together macam adik beradik je flocking each other.&lt;br /&gt;That night too, Rohimi had to go back to Malaysia to meet his beloved wife and kids. The next on list will be Syukur and Adnan then followed by Sayed Rafie. We were also informed by Hj Amin that they will be going back to celebrate their Eid, that mean we're gonna miss one family. Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya , Maaf Zahir Batin to those who are leaving us.  Jangan lupa kat kita orang kat sini ye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3917198761635183286?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3917198761635183286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3917198761635183286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3917198761635183286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3917198761635183286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/3rd-week-of-ramadhan.html' title='3rd Week of Ramadhan'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SNTPfJmDABI/AAAAAAAAALo/c3bymBKqiRU/s72-c/3rd+ramadhan+gathering+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-7842204233689716000</id><published>2008-09-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:18:53.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home made Soyabean Milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMvmcG_g9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v3BFKPLm2lU/s1600-h/soyabean+milk+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245539561590813778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMvmcG_g9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v3BFKPLm2lU/s320/soyabean+milk+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I successfully made my own Soyabean Milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 1 packet of soyabean (soak for at least 6 hours)&lt;br /&gt;                       Water&lt;br /&gt;                       sugar 1 1/2 cup&lt;br /&gt;                       2 pandan leaves, knotted&lt;br /&gt;                       a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soak soyabean  and keep changing water to keep it clean.  Drain the beans and gently rub off the skin.  Separate soyabean in 3 batches and add equal amount of water and grind till fine. Strain and squeeze out the milk from the beans with a piece of muslin cloth. Mix in more water to the paste if necessary to make total 2 litres milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put the milk into a large pot filling about 1/3, add pandan leaves.  Remove foam when necessarily and bring to boil for just a few minutes.  It tends to foam and overflow, so make sure the fire is low and your're there watching the cooking proces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-7842204233689716000?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/7842204233689716000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=7842204233689716000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/7842204233689716000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/7842204233689716000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-home-made-soyabean-milk.html' title='My Home made Soyabean Milk'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMvmcG_g9FI/AAAAAAAAALQ/v3BFKPLm2lU/s72-c/soyabean+milk+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1913431216805773036</id><published>2008-09-12T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T19:23:12.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Ramadhan Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMopFKK1OQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EB3Tv4eqewY/s1600-h/2nd+ramadhan+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245049884632234242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMopFKK1OQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EB3Tv4eqewY/s200/2nd+ramadhan+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMon91-ElCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvOYRgEvKx0/s1600-h/2nd+ramadhan+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245048659439293474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMon91-ElCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvOYRgEvKx0/s200/2nd+ramadhan+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMomqqC8tbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QN76EjcMgdY/s1600-h/2nd+ramadhan+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245047230309381554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMomqqC8tbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QN76EjcMgdY/s200/2nd+ramadhan+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMoqEp3lH5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/nbvgSwt9bFs/s1600-h/2nd+ramadhan+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245050975473180562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMoqEp3lH5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/nbvgSwt9bFs/s200/2nd+ramadhan+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planning earlier, our next iftar was held at Mawaleh too organised by Mr Raja and Madam Ros. Tok Wan prepared us with her khaw Sup Tulang , Ayam Kurma, Vegetable salad and her superlicious Seri Muka and puding. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mak kasih tok wan nanti boleh belajar dgn Tok Wan camne buat sup tu&lt;/span&gt;). Before the clock strike to 6.20 p.m (our iftar time) each one of the family came with their own scrumptous recipe to fill up the table nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first guest to turn up this time ....heheehe, the everlasting family Haji Zunaidi, broadly smile bringing along our special Kuey Tiaw goreng and Sardine tuna quiche. Then a few minutes later , always a punctual family Datin Paduka Zaleha(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sori leha this time you're beaten&lt;/span&gt;) with her mixed vegetables and assorted cakes . Our new member from Oman Oil , short and shassy Fauzi and Ana not forgetting with her ayam goreng. Our second last arrival, orang jauh ..... just go straight jangan belok-belok, Tan Sri Razak and his family. This time she presented us with her special martabak maggie. The last family... hehehe when Tok Bilal almost wanted to open his mouth for azan finally came our soft and gentle Hamzah's family with their yummy bubur lambuk and Bingka lemak bakar. So far, everybody were satisfied with the food, even during the makan time, mak mak asking for how to do this and that what to put first and next. enjoy nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The programmed cam biasa but this time our solat terawih a bit short and relax where nobody complaint of sakit kaki because last week Tok Imam read surah panjang. After solat we relax sekejap having snack. Pity Ros has to fry keropok ikan since the food almost finished (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maklumlah anak2 semua besar-besar n ramaikan&lt;/span&gt;). Last night we also discussed our destination during the Eid holiday, the mom's wanted to go to Salalah whereas daddies proposed for Qatar. ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last-last duk rumah je nanti hehe&lt;/span&gt;) While having our discussion, suddenly Haikal gave us a shock. While playing football outside he suddenly bumped his head on the cement. Soon everybody leaving one by one waiting for the next gathering place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1913431216805773036?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1913431216805773036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1913431216805773036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1913431216805773036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1913431216805773036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/2nd-ramadhan-gathering.html' title='2nd Ramadhan Gathering'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMopFKK1OQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EB3Tv4eqewY/s72-c/2nd+ramadhan+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1818024430589177266</id><published>2008-09-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:29:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaid Hopes and Dreams Conference Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMh1d4EbzDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QRIZgk86LWc/s1600-h/zaid+story+book+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244570922200583218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMh1d4EbzDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QRIZgk86LWc/s320/zaid+story+book+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMh0MwORzmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OxhhIQ1U-x4/s1600-h/zaid+story+book+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244569528524983906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMh0MwORzmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OxhhIQ1U-x4/s320/zaid+story+book+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Elementary School dismissed early today because in the afternoon there will be Hopes and Dreams conference between parents and teachers. Our turn to meet the class teacher is at 2.00 - 2.15 p.m. The conference are basically to dicuss on some ideas of things and the parents expectations and hopes for their child. Apart from that, the teacher wanted to know on things that our child like to do or does very well and the most important things is their achievement during their last 3 weeks at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;According to their teacher, this week they have started to learn about the "Daily 5" at literacy time by learning how to choose books that they have interested in and reading them by themselves in three different ways.(read the words, read the pictures and retell the story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whereas in Math they have learned about ordinal numbers (1st,2nd,5th etc) and also about counting large groups of objects by making groups of 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zaid is getting a credential remarks from his teacher today mentioning that he has no problem on the work given and managed to complete his assignment on time. Amazingly, the teacher also told us that he even dare to raise up his hand asking for question and bravely enough to stand infront to share/explaining on whatever things that he has made. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bagus Zaid&lt;/span&gt;)Before, we used to hear complaining from his teacher saying that he is very quiet and shy and never wanted to raise question when they were in big crowd. Happy to hear that he does not need to enter the ELL class since his english languages is improving. Within this three weeks at school , he is able to write story eventhough some of the spelling are incorrect but their teacher told us it is normal since they are in the bridging stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, well done my genius boy mummy and daddy are proud of you and always hoping that you keep on maintaining your reputation and performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: (Yum pande awak baca story book nya ya hehehe cali eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/7280092005303642191-1818024430589177266?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1818024430589177266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1818024430589177266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1818024430589177266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1818024430589177266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/zaid-hopes-and-dreams-conference-day.html' title='Zaid Hopes and Dreams Conference Day'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMh1d4EbzDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QRIZgk86LWc/s72-c/zaid+story+book+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-112533139814554454</id><published>2008-09-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:38:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Taugeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMd4f31my_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0KUybj8Q1-U/s1600-h/taugeh+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244292780056300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMd4f31my_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0KUybj8Q1-U/s320/taugeh+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the 1st of Ramadhan I have been looking for taugeh at every supermarket but could not find it, so at last I tried to make it by myself.  Walaupun kecik and kurus-kurus tapi masih boleh di campurkan dengan my mee hoon sup tulang petang ni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-112533139814554454?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/112533139814554454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=112533139814554454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/112533139814554454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/112533139814554454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-taugeh.html' title='My Taugeh'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMd4f31my_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0KUybj8Q1-U/s72-c/taugeh+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-191900084335818382</id><published>2008-09-08T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:32:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Aida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMYP7LMpkBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yg_gTrmD7N4/s1600-h/princess+Aida+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243896325412065298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMYP7LMpkBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yg_gTrmD7N4/s320/princess+Aida+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is considered to be a tough and challenging day for my pretty princess Aida. At this time she is trying to involve herself to become a member of a student council in the middle school. As a lower grade student in the middle school ,they were not allowed to hold a high position so she is trying to grab for a treasurer post. All this while she has been very busy campaigning herself in order to be selected and struggling her best to get for that particular position. She even created her own amazing poster "Vote for Aida as a Treasurer" and with the full support from her dad, she is very confident and willing to accept whatever chores given later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week, she has preparing a remarkable text in order for her to captivate the voters and I know that she can do it very well. As a first step, today they were required to give a speech to the audience, convincing that they're qualified to compete for the desired post. (wah... macam Obama n Hillary Clinton lah awak tok Da) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night, after having our iftar she has her final practiced with us and well she did it splendidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I feel a bit nervous and deep inside hoping that she will be able to control her emotion and manage to cope with the situation arise. Hopefully that she can answer the question given efficiently . Well Aida... mummy wish for the best from you and definately you can do lah...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-191900084335818382?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/191900084335818382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=191900084335818382&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/191900084335818382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/191900084335818382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-luck-aida.html' title='Good Luck Aida'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMYP7LMpkBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Yg_gTrmD7N4/s72-c/princess+Aida+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-6066623386512391269</id><published>2008-09-05T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:15:01.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st Ramadhan gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMIrgQ06A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjl1ujO8hvw/s1600-h/ramadhan+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242800749485360066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMIrgQ06A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjl1ujO8hvw/s320/ramadhan+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing all the muslim people all over the world, families and my dearest friends Ramadhan Al Kareem and may Allah blessing us with good health and happiness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramadhan comes each year, giving every fasting muslim a spiritual and physical improvement which last until the following year. Ramadhan is also a month that is full of completing and sharing. Last weekend we have our 1st Ramadhan gathering/iftar at our friend house in Mawaleh. Syukur Alhamdullilah everbody turned up for the iftar and the food served are marvelous. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sori no picture sibuk makan je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Starting with three families 3 years ago but then the community grew bigger and the tradition of having iftar together become a practise to us here.  After solat we continued with our makan-makan and chatting , greeting each other. As usual, plenty of yummylicious foods prepared by the hardworking moms such as Ikan Asam Pedas, Daging Dendeng, chicken in mushroom, Rojak India, ayam masak kicap and Kerabu sayur pegaga. For the dessert pulak, roti jala, martabak, kuih ketayap, prune tart, sardine bun and sum-sum. Alhamdullilah semuanya habis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We finished our gathering with solat isyak  then followed with solat sunat terawih.  Our next place of iftar  will be held at Raja and Ros place. Insyaallah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-6066623386512391269?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/6066623386512391269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=6066623386512391269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6066623386512391269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6066623386512391269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-1st-ramadhan-gathering.html' title='Our 1st Ramadhan gathering'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SMIrgQ06A8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jjl1ujO8hvw/s72-c/ramadhan+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3931260572563447088</id><published>2008-08-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:08:31.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Interesting Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLepTcF322I/AAAAAAAAAJo/W09OJDHseoM/s1600-h/thursday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLepTcF322I/AAAAAAAAAJo/W09OJDHseoM/s320/thursday+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239842842892295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLeqgy9o-OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j4NR12W9b3o/s1600-h/thursday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLeqgy9o-OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/j4NR12W9b3o/s320/thursday+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239844171881707746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I will wake up early and started to clear up the left behind things that are scattered around by my kids.  Grumbling by myself towards the surrounding but I have to do it though.  As soon as I finished with all my kemas-kemas then I started to think what shall I do next.   Since daddy is not around, I was thinking to go to Ramez because I need to look for a covered casserole .  Furthermore if I invited him to go along, he will not accept it but yes he will send me, then having his nice slept in the car.. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe sori dady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) So, I decided to bring Zaleha to accompany me, seperti biasa perempuan tak boleh je sebut Ramez terus je nak gi.. At 10 a.m Aida and myself fetch her and there we go. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as we arrived , wow .. I could not believed that there's no parking space and surprisingly we found out crowded of people were inside the supermarket.  Without hesitation we all pun ikut sama je lah..  Able to look for the things that I wanted then followed with the long que I paid happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Zaleha to Markaz to meet her hubby then Aina called saying that she wanted to eat at McDonald.  We fetched her and Zaid and immediately we moved to Al-Qurum McDonald.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice talked with the children on their school issues then Aina told me that she wanted to eat cup cakes.  Bagus jugak why not we try and make it by ourselves.  Finished with our lunch we rushed back to Lulu to  look for the ingredients then by 4.oo p.m we started with our interesting project.  Wah anak dara aku ni ada juak talent nya ya... Unexpectedly with less assistance she managed to complete it by herself.  Unfortunately I did not have many  utensils so we just made a simple icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha suddenly called me and invited us to have dinner at Turkish restaurant (yahya's place).&lt;br /&gt;Such an eventful weekend for us.  After coming back from yahya we finally finished with our last decoration.  Ummphh....boleh lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3931260572563447088?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3931260572563447088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3931260572563447088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3931260572563447088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3931260572563447088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-interesting-weekend.html' title='Another Interesting Weekend'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLepTcF322I/AAAAAAAAAJo/W09OJDHseoM/s72-c/thursday+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1431281584500574257</id><published>2008-08-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:19:57.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're 21 years old today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLb3MWQz4II/AAAAAAAAAJg/T_-6tX3LJ2M/s1600-h/aina+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLb3MWQz4II/AAAAAAAAAJg/T_-6tX3LJ2M/s320/aina+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239647007998730370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On your special day, I want you to know how wonderful it is having a SON like YOU.  Wishing you all the happiness life can bring.  Happy birthday to you son..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Zaid: Hello abang. Happy Birthday !! I always love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Aida: Holaaa abang Qayyum! Woooooww! 21st! 21 years old! Ish ish ish tua dah. how's the pressure? feeling olderr? coolerr? ehh? i bet u felt urself as in bein' supa cool. rite? WOOT! (clap,clap,clap-Bow) kick-bolt-in kick-bolt-in .now march it up,up,up.stretch up tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Aina: Happy Birthday abangg! i love you so much. thanx for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Daddy: Happy Birthday Son, I always knew you would grow up unique and different.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1431281584500574257?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1431281584500574257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1431281584500574257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1431281584500574257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1431281584500574257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-21-years-old-today.html' title='You&apos;re 21 years old today'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLb3MWQz4II/AAAAAAAAAJg/T_-6tX3LJ2M/s72-c/aina+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2385194414100553764</id><published>2008-08-27T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:26:20.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLVFAJFBytI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJB1z73ypeU/s1600-h/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239169610254764754" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLVFAJFBytI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJB1z73ypeU/s320/gym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While the kids have gone to school , so I started to think of going back to the gym. At least by doing this it helps me to shed down the unwanted excess fat. Besides that, my cholesterol has suddenly overshoot from the actual range that I supposed to have. This must be due to consuming too many seafoods during my returning back to Malaysia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the first day, after sending the children to school , I immediately drove to Lynn place and went to the health club which is just nearby to her house. First we started with a light workout and at the same time we have a chit-chat, chit-chat by promising to do it consistently. (mudahan-mudahan lah) Today, we did a little bit harsh, walking on the thread-mill for half an hour then we continued with the abs exercise and weight lifting. Could not do much since it is only our second day. Takut kalau buat terlalu drastic esok tak nak datang lagi .... sakit. Actually it is very interesting if you have partners to go with because it built up the mood while doing the exercise. We managed to stay there for about one hour . After completing with our stretching and push up, push down we decided to make a move coz needed to complete with the run here and there with our housework.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By next week, we promised to have last two days workout before the Ramadhan month. Insya Allah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2385194414100553764?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2385194414100553764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2385194414100553764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2385194414100553764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2385194414100553764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-gym.html' title='Back to Gym'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLVFAJFBytI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rJB1z73ypeU/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1310266628470602516</id><published>2008-08-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:02:03.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLDprXJ2hFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jsLeLp1UYKQ/s1600-h/Back+to+School+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237943297790870610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLDprXJ2hFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jsLeLp1UYKQ/s320/Back+to+School+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLDqq4aGf7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xs7UVdbqbOY/s1600-h/Back+to+School+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237944389049155506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLDqq4aGf7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/xs7UVdbqbOY/s320/Back+to+School+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Here we go again, back to our normal routine. No more waking up late, no one is allowed to chat on the internet and everybody needs to sleep early. TAISM (The American International School of Muscat ) started their school day two weeks earlier compared to the other international school in Muscat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a longer period of school break , everyone seems to be very excited to come back to school to meet their friends and at the same time going to the new grade. Zaid and Aida are certainly very fascinated to meet their new teacher and also too eager to meet their old friend. This morning he woke up very early, dressing himself smartly and keep on asking me "Are we going to be late mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, as usual I must wake up early preparing for their breakfast and their lunch box where each one of them having their own menu. Before 8.00 a.m everyone must get ready kalau tak dengarlah suara emak ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I have my own activities too, after sending Zaid to his class, up I went to fetch Zaleha and Lynn who are ever-ready waiting for me and immediately having our breakfast at the normal place. Normally we borak-borak with our never ending stories from last thursday night. The most interesting part is ,we even planned for our Hari raya programme whereas Ramadhan is not yet coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1310266628470602516?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1310266628470602516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1310266628470602516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1310266628470602516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1310266628470602516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SLDprXJ2hFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jsLeLp1UYKQ/s72-c/Back+to+School+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3980894547112295729</id><published>2008-08-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:11:11.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpUUNyq_wI/AAAAAAAAAII/sAd_knRsypo/s1600-h/Mutrah+Souq+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236090223047933698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpUUNyq_wI/AAAAAAAAAII/sAd_knRsypo/s200/Mutrah+Souq+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpWzw2JweI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9vtjkxdih8M/s1600-h/Mutrah+Souq+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236092964056973794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpWzw2JweI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9vtjkxdih8M/s200/Mutrah+Souq+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpYAQ5srNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tsB26AiSQFM/s1600-h/Mutrah+Souq+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236094278331837650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpYAQ5srNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tsB26AiSQFM/s200/Mutrah+Souq+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Within the last 3 days I spent most of my time in this tiny kitchen. Alhamdullillah I was endowed with miraculous power and unbelievable within an ample of time , I am able to complete my mission thoroughly (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wah terror nye hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) . I just could not imagine that I managed to make three fabulous food in one day (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;angkatbakul sendiri&lt;/span&gt;).For breakfast, I cooked &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chicken curry which we need to eat with kelupis, then for lunch I prepared Mee Hongkong meanwhile for dinner I prepared chicken satay with kuah kacang. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;caya lah....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236097746900222562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpbKKU2AmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GOe_1ASA7iM/s200/Mutrah+Souq+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKphbNa7SAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rZu3Q-0OWf4/s1600-h/Mutrah+Souq+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236104636858583042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKphbNa7SAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rZu3Q-0OWf4/s200/Mutrah+Souq+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpjggVqoCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XP4kCMrPzag/s1600-h/Mutrah+Souq+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236106926859395106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpjggVqoCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XP4kCMrPzag/s200/Mutrah+Souq+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, after preparing for our lunch, i.e honey grill chicken, mixed vegetables and rojak malaysia (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sori....no picture terlupa....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I proceeded with my last project that is baking kuih lapis (Lapis Prune) Actually, I only make this type of cake during the festival time but thinking of my son will not celebrating his Hari Raya with us, so I suggested to bekal for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then late in the evening we went to Muttrah Souq because Qayyum wanted to look for souvenirs to bring along. Suprisingly the weather is getting pretty well where we can feel the sea-breeze blowing towards us. We did not go further inside the souq since it is almost maghrib ,furthermore the kids wanted to have papperoni pizza at Papa John's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early tomorrow morning Qayyum will be leaving us again for another one year. Bye...bye Abang we will miss you..... Hopefully we will be able to see you on your graduation day and don't forget to produce us with your coloured papers. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hehehe apa nok kata daddy ya bang tapai-tapai)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3980894547112295729?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3980894547112295729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3980894547112295729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3980894547112295729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3980894547112295729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKpUUNyq_wI/AAAAAAAAAII/sAd_knRsypo/s72-c/Mutrah+Souq+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-5235533138035416324</id><published>2008-08-16T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:22:04.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dine out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKexXqJrbzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HOT1P6iBFI0/s1600-h/Dubai+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235348111851482930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKexXqJrbzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HOT1P6iBFI0/s320/Dubai+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKetzvLMAxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qmOicOjBFOE/s1600-h/Dubai+2008+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235344196189815570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKetzvLMAxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/qmOicOjBFOE/s320/Dubai+2008+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKezAm1E_DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jWjLgnudj_w/s1600-h/Dubai+2008+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235349914846034994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKezAm1E_DI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jWjLgnudj_w/s320/Dubai+2008+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235323772303688242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKebO6RRwjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/S-z__kAoWHg/s320/Dubai+2008+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a last treat for Qayyum, last night Sayed Rafie invited us for dinner at Kageen Cafe. Rated as one of the exclusive and pleasant spot in Muscat whereas the food offered are mainly on intercontinental style. The lacking part which I really didn't appreciate is that we have to wait for an hour inorder to get for the food served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was considered as my hectic day where so many things need to clear up. I managed to prepare one kuih Lapis and completed with my Kelupis (Sarawak version of ketupat). Actually I intended to prepare our dinner with Mee Hongkong as per requested by Qayyum but couldn't make it due to the invitation. Insyaallah I will get it ready by today ..... ok son. Today I intend to make one more kuih Lapis for him (kalau sempatlah). Actually, it really reminded me of my muda-muda time, whenever we went back to kampung my late mother in law usually prepared us with all sorts of stuff to bring back. During that time I used to reject whenever she&lt;br /&gt;offered me to bring this and that but things come back to myself. Anywhere...kalau dah emak tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emak jugak....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this I need to go to Lulu to look for one last stuff for him and some few things for myself to proceed with my other project.&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-5235533138035416324?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/5235533138035416324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=5235533138035416324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5235533138035416324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/5235533138035416324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/dine-out.html' title='Dine out'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKexXqJrbzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HOT1P6iBFI0/s72-c/Dubai+2008+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4131167965162366748</id><published>2008-08-16T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:29:56.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend In Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeD5xhs5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkoyXDhriTc/s1600-h/aina+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeD5xhs5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkoyXDhriTc/s400/aina+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235298120411965202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeEMxNTQYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7w1s98b5-LI/s1600-h/aina+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeEMxNTQYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7w1s98b5-LI/s320/aina+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235298446743912834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeK4DVUDPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aWKxArF86cY/s1600-h/aina+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeK4DVUDPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aWKxArF86cY/s320/aina+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235305787413499122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeJO8z7HAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W5__4Sv7Asc/s1600-h/aina+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeJO8z7HAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W5__4Sv7Asc/s320/aina+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235303981776575490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeGpsPg7xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mSy4Mu2c7_I/s320/aina+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235301142650482450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeHEzobnhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2VOIKkNU3d4/s1600-h/aina+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeHEzobnhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2VOIKkNU3d4/s320/aina+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235301608490507794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeFb9QgQcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SnySUGk-0hA/s1600-h/aina+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeFb9QgQcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SnySUGk-0hA/s320/aina+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235299807188238786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we managed to persuade Haji to bring us jalan-jalan to Dubai.  Lastweek, he was fully occupied with his friends where they have to go to Salalah. Able to stay for one night  but this time we were invited by his uncle to stay at their house.&lt;br /&gt;Departed Dubai at 6.00 a.m, as usual it is a compulsary to stop by at Sohar for our breakfast - Nasi lemak at 8.00 a.m.  Reaching Dubai around 11.30 a.m and straight away forwarded to the kids favourite mall - Mall of the Emirates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4131167965162366748?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4131167965162366748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4131167965162366748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4131167965162366748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4131167965162366748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-in-dubai.html' title='Weekend In Dubai'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SKeD5xhs5xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FkoyXDhriTc/s72-c/aina+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-584228943065149716</id><published>2008-08-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:07:48.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without  Realized</title><content type='html'>I was so busy with myself, appointment here and there with the doctor until I did not realize that my eldest son is about to leave us soon. First, I was so busy with my miserable tooth where I have to see the dentist to mend it. It took me four session to make it completely done hence until now I have another two more appointment to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I have the persistent pain on the right side of my breast. It really made me worried thus the negative feeling keep haunting me. I keep on asking myself should I go and see the doctor or just let the pain diminished by itself. After reading the article on Breast Cancer my feared increased so without further delay this morning I braved myself to see the doctor and explaining my situation. God knows.... while the doctor was examining me my heart buk bak buk bak just like what. Please doc don't give me the bad news. Then she asked me if I ever do my mammogram or not because women at the age of 40 above must go for mammogram test. Unfortunately they did not have the equipment, where I have to go to other hospital to make it. At the same time she will take my blood for the diagnosis and I have to come again tomorrow to hear the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after having our praying my son told me that he'll better started with the packing because he has few more days left. Oh..... after hearing that I feel so sad and did not realised that time runs so fast. Pity Zaid he will miss his brother to play and sleep with. He looked so sad while helping with the packing then I realized that his tears dropped when his abang disturbed him. As for myself I will be very busy during this few days to get ready for his stuffs. He requested for Kuih lapis for his Hari Raya which I need to make it before he goes. Ahh... forget with the pain now... so many things to be done. By this weekend we need to bring him to Dubai for jalan-jalan and a last holiday for the kids because by next week they will start their school day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Allah lindungilah aku dari kelemahan dan ketuaan dan jauhilah dari segala macam bencana , sesungguhnya aku dari insan yang lemah dan berilah kekuatan kepada ku ..... amin.....".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-584228943065149716?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/584228943065149716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=584228943065149716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/584228943065149716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/584228943065149716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-realised.html' title='Without  Realized'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4515985147995201533</id><published>2008-08-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:29:05.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stench In Muscat, Oman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://budgetstockphoto.com/freeimages/environment/pics/seas0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://budgetstockphoto.com/freeimages/environment/pics/seas0283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throughout the last two weeks, we were wondering and asking where is this offensive smell coming from.  The stinky smell really manipulated  the Muscat surrounding until coming  to the certain stage that Zaid could not accept it any longer and vomiting right on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the 'Times of Oman' today,  the caused of the  stench is mainly due to a natural phenomenon called "upwelling".&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; (I don't really know what does it means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Ministry of Fisheries  and Marine Science Center  the motion of the cold water from the seabed of Gulf of Oman known as "upwelling" has resulted in the motion of cold water from the depth with nutrients have less O2. This provides favourable environment for the plant and animal reticules in water to nourish. These reticules start dissolving very quickly , resulting in such offensive smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that, the Ministry of Environment had warned the citizens against the use of dead fish on the coasts which are currently affected by upwelling.  Residents are also advised from swimming especially at places where seaweeds are dense.  ummph.... rupa-rupa nya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4515985147995201533?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4515985147995201533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4515985147995201533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4515985147995201533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4515985147995201533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/stench-in-muscat-oman.html' title='Stench In Muscat, Oman'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2202641521100123878</id><published>2008-08-07T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:34:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE ROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.jurko.net/wall/paper/3d_scene_178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img1.jurko.net/wall/paper/3d_scene_178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poem to share that touches and transforms people lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical,&lt;br /&gt;And self-centered&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you&lt;br /&gt;Of Selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some&lt;br /&gt;False friends and some true enemies;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank,&lt;br /&gt;People may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building, someone&lt;br /&gt;Could destroy overnights;&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;They may be jealous;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today,&lt;br /&gt;People will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have,&lt;br /&gt;And it may never be enough;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It is between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you and God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-  By anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2202641521100123878?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2202641521100123878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2202641521100123878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2202641521100123878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2202641521100123878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-room.html' title='IN THE ROOM'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4658483278209031975</id><published>2008-08-04T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:02:52.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to relief my bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/337/d/4/bored____by_dark_forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs8/i/2005/337/d/4/bored____by_dark_forest.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuck being at home, doing the unpromising work repeatedly sometime makes oneself bored. At the moment, there's nothing much that I can do except counting the days.  I'm not the kind of person who likes to go out patrolling the streets without any purpose. Furthermore, the kids are not eager to go anywhere, may be because of the hot weather or there are not many interesting places to hop around.  Meantime, all of my friends are not back yet, so semua activities terbantut.  Waiting for Lynn to come back so that we can start our usual agendas, to the gym again and having our morning coffee.  Besides that we can start with our cooking lessons.  I'm looking forward to learn how to make an icing cake, pastry and western food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the meantime while waiting for everything to get back us usual, I always channelled Youtube searching for the latest Drama Melayu.  Apalagi untuk menghilangkan rasa boring ni tengok wayanglah cerita Anakku bukan Anakku.  One of the top heat Indonesian drama series at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4658483278209031975?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4658483278209031975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4658483278209031975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4658483278209031975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4658483278209031975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-to-relief-my-bored.html' title='Just to relief my bored'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-4721843183608968400</id><published>2008-08-01T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:17:48.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SJNVkbehaFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3VQtcIhBSGY/s1600-h/Balit+Brunei+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229617676646705234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SJNVkbehaFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3VQtcIhBSGY/s400/Balit+Brunei+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SJNGGWE9piI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ImK4Vd0TxaM/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229600667126834722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SJNGGWE9piI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ImK4Vd0TxaM/s400/Balit+Miri+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit and a golden thread to the meaning of life. To you my dearest sisters, although we are from the same family but it seems like I came from a different one. I did not have any childhood memories with all of you because I was adopted by my present parents. When I was a child, I've always questioned why was I given to someone else. That always made me sulked thus infusing the feeling of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that we know each other as always were but we never know each other's heart. We never shared the private family jokes and I never know when you've been bad or good. I never had the chance to quarrel with you nor I had the chance to share any belongings like sisters always do during their childhood. How I wish I could experience growing up with someone like you, someone to lean on, someone to count on, someone to tell anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;As time goes by and each one of us got older and wiser I realized and understood why I was adopted. It is all God's will. Just believe in faith and our life will be happy forever and after. To both of you my sis although we only see each other only during certain time and occasions but the feeling of being sisters are still there deep in my heart. Malay proverb said " Air di cincang tak kan putus" is the perfect word that I should say to all of us. I will always love and adore you both Kak Jum and Kak Mah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-4721843183608968400?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/4721843183608968400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=4721843183608968400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4721843183608968400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/4721843183608968400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dearest-sisters.html' title='My Dearest Sisters'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SJNVkbehaFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3VQtcIhBSGY/s72-c/Balit+Brunei+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2517129577580891504</id><published>2008-08-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:59:10.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Darling Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cityofthornton.net/rec/images/cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://www.cityofthornton.net/rec/images/cake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this very special day , may I say a very very wonderful &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt; to you my darling husband.  I always wish and hope that may Allah blessed you with good health and amongst those who has been purified with good undertakings.  Thank you for being a wonderful husband and father of my kids because for always making us feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am glad to have such a patient, loving, kind and generous and honest man who never speaks any unkind words about others. Thankful to Allah for meeting me with such a spiritual man who believes that a parents job is to love their children and instill in them a wonderful values which will lead them to the path back to Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We want you to know that you are an inspiration to us all and that we always LOVE AND TREASURED you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2517129577580891504?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2517129577580891504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2517129577580891504&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2517129577580891504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2517129577580891504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-my-darling-husband.html' title='Happy Birthday My Darling Husband'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1934780931914169108</id><published>2008-07-28T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:59:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Majlis Tahlil and Yassin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I received shocking news from our friend in Malaysia stating that Professor Dr Jamiliah has passed away. Inna Lilla Hi wain na illai hi ra ji un.. "Sesungguh nya daripada dia lah kamu datang dan dari nya jua lah kamu kembali... " No one knows the destiny of our life and death except Allah the Almighty.  Only He who decides and knows what is to happen next to the living creations in this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Professor Dr. Jamiliah was our close friend when we were staying together in Muscat, Oman. She was a very nice and humble person and we always treated her as our eldest sister.  She liked to talk and contribute ideas and never failed to continuously give great opinions on whatever issues discussed amongst us.  She really liked to eat the Malaysian food whenever there were  makan-makan sessions within our community.  I can never forget she will giggle happily whenever Haji made jokes upon her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So, in respect to Arwahyahamah Dr. Jamiliah, last night we all gathered for a tahlil at my house. Everyone participated and offcourse all the housewives never failed to fill the event with wonderful offerings. Hope Kak Prof will be put amongst the good and pious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SI7NlCwhyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lC0jd1qFpRA/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SI7NlCwhyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lC0jd1qFpRA/s320/Balit+Oman+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342253702990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SI7NlmUEWSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Amki9_Xeygk/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SI7NlmUEWSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Amki9_Xeygk/s320/Balit+Oman+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228342263247296802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1934780931914169108?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1934780931914169108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1934780931914169108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1934780931914169108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1934780931914169108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/majlis-tahlil-and-yassin.html' title='Majlis Tahlil and Yassin'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SI7NlCwhyzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lC0jd1qFpRA/s72-c/Balit+Oman+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-7694875192765956203</id><published>2008-07-20T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:52:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates ....dates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOGCMTazmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GOhn77-uerM/s1600-h/Dates+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225167364900441698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOGCMTazmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GOhn77-uerM/s320/Dates+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOHnvXvW6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/U1yOLvco3c4/s1600-h/Dates+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225169109480594338" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOHnvXvW6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/U1yOLvco3c4/s320/Dates+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt quite moody because I have a backache. I intended not to cook since my hubby was not coming back for lunch. Besides, I still have some leftover from last night. I only needed to cook the rice.... dah... no serving business, anybody who wants to eat just do it by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the afternoon while I was having my nap my hubby called saying that our Omani friend Mohamad Wahiby invited us to his house to pluck fresh dates. Such a good invitation! Last weekend, we went to one of the nearest mosque with an intention to pluck ripe dates. Unfortunately, could not get any because the trees were very high, furthermore we did not bring any jolok equipments. At last my hubby said susah-susah beli je lah... I guessed he must have had complained about it in the office, therefore dapatlah invitation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As soon as we reached Mohamad's house he immediately brought us to the backyard. I saw there were 5 rows of date trees of different types, yellow, black, red ones etc. The trees were much shorter thus we managed to pluck it easily and we ate on the spot. Ummmph... yummy... date is one of my favourite fruits! He even cut a few bundles of dates for us to bring home and I was thinking what shall I do with these whole lots of dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOCwX-DQVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rnbJt-Zdkgo/s1600-h/Dates+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225163760259514706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOCwX-DQVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rnbJt-Zdkgo/s320/Dates+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-7694875192765956203?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/7694875192765956203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=7694875192765956203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/7694875192765956203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/7694875192765956203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/dates-dates.html' title='Dates ....dates...'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIOGCMTazmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GOhn77-uerM/s72-c/Dates+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2315500584761995852</id><published>2008-07-19T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:46:06.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Made Sharwarma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIHiMp5cQHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BF4sKCMdQFU/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224705749759574130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIHiMp5cQHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BF4sKCMdQFU/s200/Balit+Oman+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharwarma, a middle-east food (pita bread filled up with meat or chicken and french fries) is one of our families' favourite food. I can still remember the first time I came to Oman, when my friends introduced me to this unknown food. I wondered and asked myself "what is sharwama?". After trying it once, I tend to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever the weekend comes my kids will start to nag, asking for this particular food. Yesterday evening, when I wanted to go out to buy my groceries, my daughter Aida asked me to buy Sharwama for her, thus an idea popped in my mind: Why not I try and make my own sharwarma? So this morning, with all the ingredients that I have, I managed to do it step by step. It was indeed a success as my kids kept complimenting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ingredients are pita bread, chicken breast (I used instant shish tawook), french fries and garlic sauce.&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/7280092005303642191-2315500584761995852?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2315500584761995852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2315500584761995852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2315500584761995852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2315500584761995852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-made-sharwarma.html' title='Home Made Sharwarma'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIHiMp5cQHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BF4sKCMdQFU/s72-c/Balit+Oman+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2154186727855653302</id><published>2008-07-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:10:57.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To..The Noodle House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG86WWOb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VZASStEksPo/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224664753343721298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG86WWOb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VZASStEksPo/s200/Balit+Oman+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG4lEllNyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dAPQkcqMSew/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224659989752526626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG4lEllNyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dAPQkcqMSew/s200/Balit+Oman+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG2fjjt7fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DtoBo2HcHBo/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224657695963737586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG2fjjt7fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DtoBo2HcHBo/s200/Balit+Oman+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG6XBcqPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RKNnRstDpIU/s1600-h/Balit+Oman+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you're feeling tired and hungry, at the Muscat City Center, to find a good place to fill up your croaking tummy, just swivel around towards the east wing, top floor, where a pretty lady standing and waiting for customers can be seen, with a sweet smile plastered on her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Noodle House&lt;/strong&gt;, which was opened a few months ago, and is operated by the Chinese chains, is a place where spirits gets elevated with their magical potions of asian foods. Once you enter the large hall, the first thing you noticed are the impressive decorations and setting, with chinese motives reflected on the long stools and tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just place an order and upon waiting you can smell the aromas emanate from a few metre away, suggesting that you've walked into the right place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2154186727855653302?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2154186727855653302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2154186727855653302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2154186727855653302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2154186727855653302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/tothe-noodle-house.html' title='To..The Noodle House'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SIG86WWOb1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VZASStEksPo/s72-c/Balit+Oman+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-2529779064817475062</id><published>2008-07-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:34:34.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisure day</title><content type='html'>As usual, during the summer holiday Muscat city is getting terrifically quiet. This is because most of the local citizens are having their vacation to the desired destination whereas the expatriate residents are going to their own respective countries. Last night our dearest sister Oja and her 3 cutest kids finally made their way back to Malaysia thus headed towards the departure hall with full of excitement. Have a safe journey Oja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired of doing the housework , since my kids are still on school holiday and most of my friend members are away so this morning I decided to spend my precious time with them by going to the Muscat City Centre. Apalagi sebut je MCC semua terus bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our breakfast at one of the nearest restaurant, Al Hoorty which are specialty in it's Indian food we forwarded ourselves towards the highway thus hurriedly making our journey to the one and the only one biggest shopping mall in Muscat city.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching there around 10.45 a.m and as soon as we stepped into the entrance I can see the "SALE" sign hanging at each of the shopping mall. (Bahaya ni...) I told my kids that this time no shopping but just having our leisure time tapi tak boleh percaya kat dia org ni.. tershopping jugak. After roaming around the mall and having our makan-makan suddenly we realised that time is limited because after this we need to send Aida to the cineplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we spend our family time again by swimming at the Intercontinental . As usual after swimming everybody started to complain that they are hungry then we ended up at D'Arcy. While enjoying the food we started to plan for our tomorrow activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-2529779064817475062?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/2529779064817475062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=2529779064817475062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2529779064817475062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/2529779064817475062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/leisure-day.html' title='Leisure day'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-8081487490623756990</id><published>2008-07-14T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:36:54.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SHtToXgukBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ar-UkfYM5ws/s1600-h/Pergi+KL+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SHtToXgukBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ar-UkfYM5ws/s400/Pergi+KL+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222860145837379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, it's been 3 days since I've been back in Oman, though it's a bit late, I still would like to take this opportunity  say THANK YOU to you my dearest friends for your willingness to come and see my family when we were in KL (for 2 consecutive days!). Also, a personal THANK YOU to Intan for being so kind, bringing us to your new house and sending us to Kak Prof's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can still remember the sight of your happy face holding your two darling kids and rushing towards us.  We hugged each other ooh.... my goodness that is  the happiest moment ever since you left us.  Unfortunately your hubby was not around kalau tak happening lagi lah.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never forget that even though we are far apart, your family will always be in our hearts and will remain there forever.  Hopefully we will meet again some other time ....insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-8081487490623756990?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/8081487490623756990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=8081487490623756990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/8081487490623756990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/8081487490623756990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SHtToXgukBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ar-UkfYM5ws/s72-c/Pergi+KL+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-1261336022573007556</id><published>2008-07-13T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:32:37.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Believe or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I received news from my sister saying that my maid suddenly wanted to go back.  She said she must go back to Indonesia on that day because her grandma is ill and needs someone to take care of her.  She even told my sis that actually her grandma was admitted a week ago while I was still in Miri. I was disappointed that she didn't tell me earlier, otherwise I would've stayed back or at least I have time to look for someone to take care of my mom. Maybe she purposedly waited for me to go back. I was thinking that everything were fine and felt satisfied that I had done a good deed towards my mom, but things unexpectedly turned to be the other way round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was hard to know whether her words were true or not, or if she was just making legitimate excuses so that nobody can stop her from going home (all the maybes started to linger in my  mind).  Luckily my hubby managed to call her yesterday and she said  that she will come back if her grandma gets well.  I just pray that I can hopefully take her word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-1261336022573007556?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/1261336022573007556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=1261336022573007556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1261336022573007556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/1261336022573007556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-believe-or-not.html' title='To Believe or Not'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3450900742820489008</id><published>2008-07-05T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:29:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sitting alone inside my son room, trying to explore the internet, checking my email, and viewing blogs then suddenly my daugther Aida came in with her shocking face. I was thinking that she just want to make fun and wanted to surprise me. Showing her misterious face and acting as if something goes wrong down there, she told me someone is coming to our house crying and asking for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first I didn't bother about it  (because I always knew that she sometimes behaves strangely). Furthermore my hubby and his brother were talking in the living room. But then I feel  suspicious because suddenly I heard a havoc sound.  Aida, Aina, and I went downstairs and we saw that my hubby was trying to help a young girl to lay on the sofa. I told them what's happening then my sister in-law said that while my nephew was about to enter our house he saw a girl fainted in front of our gate and her boyfriend was trying to carry her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing them in that situation , my nephew brought them into our house. I panicked and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;started to ask what was going on. Apa lagi otak ni pun macam-macam lah fikir. Why, what and how tu semua lah keluar dalam kepala ni. Oh this girl must've ran away from her house or she might've jumped from the window. She told us that she's having her back pain and might be broken . (bertambahlah panic nya aku) Then her mom and the other family came to our house asking for apology but she did not tell us the real reason. She also told us that her daughter had a slipped disc before so they did not dare to carry her because it might injure her.  Soon after that the ambulance came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my heart I prayed to god hopefully my kids always behave well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3450900742820489008?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3450900742820489008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3450900742820489008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3450900742820489008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3450900742820489008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/sudden-tragedy.html' title='Sudden Tragedy'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-6499108726083054600</id><published>2008-07-03T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:31:43.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGz5wxaqHLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6frwz6kRFsA/s1600-h/Balit+Marudi+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218820684509748402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGz5wxaqHLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6frwz6kRFsA/s320/Balit+Marudi+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGz4gXWJrbI/AAAAAAAAACs/AMJPyXb93VI/s1600-h/Balit+Marudi+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218819303121989042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGz4gXWJrbI/AAAAAAAAACs/AMJPyXb93VI/s320/Balit+Marudi+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eversince my parents in-law passed away we seldom went back to my hubby's kampung as a family. It was either my hubby alone or us both without our kids. They will give many reasons, tak best lah nenek dah tak ada or sunyi lah tak ada internet macam-macamlah. But this time their father said everybody must go since this is the only time that we are here together. Lepas kena bagi syarahan semua lah pegi dengan muka monyok . hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fastest way to go to Marudi is by plane which took us 20 minutes to reach there, but for those who likes adventures they may go by express boat that took 2 hrs. This time we went there by road since my brother in-law is willing to fetch us. Waduh... The road is not as expected and maybe this is the 1st and the last I'm going by land. Not unless "Orang Kerajaan" builds a good road, like the one going to Bintulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marudi is situated on the furthest upriver trading post on the Baram District. Most tourists only stop in Marudi to have a cold drink before catching the next express boat upriver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much can be found here except for the Fort House, which was built by the British government during the Rajah's Brooke colony. The fort now is used as an administrative office. Marudi is also famous for it's Baram Regatta which is held annually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night we were given a great treat by my sister in-law , barbecue, best nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We only managed to stay there for 1 night because the next day we need  to send my mom to the hospital for her medical check-up. My husband and sons visited my parents in-law graveyard  (unfortunately I could not follow because tak boleh) , so I stayed lepak-lepak kat rumah sister in-law lagi then after lunch we went back by express boat and reached home around 6.00 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night everybody are tired and we slept early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-6499108726083054600?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/6499108726083054600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=6499108726083054600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6499108726083054600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/6499108726083054600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/07/balik-kampung_03.html' title='Balik Kampung'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGz5wxaqHLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6frwz6kRFsA/s72-c/Balit+Marudi+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-883635232591919094</id><published>2008-06-28T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:38:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bekenu Day Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYysgd5V_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UM1XYCfP34E/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216912958566258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYysgd5V_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UM1XYCfP34E/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYys1hjUdI/AAAAAAAAACM/BYNMDv_GN4A/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216912964218737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYys1hjUdI/AAAAAAAAACM/BYNMDv_GN4A/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYxetDKzvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AIp_qmVCYNs/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216911621914021618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYxetDKzvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AIp_qmVCYNs/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216910723654265810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYwqaxWq9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/__IjLD4-Ph0/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYv29MrQXI/AAAAAAAAABs/cR3Fjj6njQM/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216909839542468978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYv29MrQXI/AAAAAAAAABs/cR3Fjj6njQM/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYvRB0o4NI/AAAAAAAAABk/te81agJNnGw/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216909187948798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYvRB0o4NI/AAAAAAAAABk/te81agJNnGw/s320/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This morning we made a trip to Bekenu, a small town which took us about 30 minutes drive. It's a nice and quiet place where the kampung people are very friendly. My intention was to buy fruits but unfortunately I couldn't find any since it's not yet fruit season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After about 1 hour sight-seeing we went back and before that we stopped at Bungai Beach to have coconut drinks. We reached home at about 12.30 p.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was really fun to have our quality time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-883635232591919094?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/883635232591919094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=883635232591919094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/883635232591919094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/883635232591919094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/06/bekenu-day-trip.html' title='Bekenu Day Trip'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGYysgd5V_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UM1XYCfP34E/s72-c/Balit+Miri+%2B+Bekenu+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-8869243283556653845</id><published>2008-06-27T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:06:55.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY3S61QTyI/AAAAAAAAACk/XdFt3602tZI/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216918016525094690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY3S61QTyI/AAAAAAAAACk/XdFt3602tZI/s320/Balit+Miri+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY22FK2ssI/AAAAAAAAACU/MLfx7Sgpdlg/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216917521083839170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY22FK2ssI/AAAAAAAAACU/MLfx7Sgpdlg/s320/Balit+Miri+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY221O_GuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hc_pPAEypc0/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216917533986069218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY221O_GuI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hc_pPAEypc0/s320/Balit+Miri+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGUItWWgrjI/AAAAAAAAABM/qSjaIafde3k/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585318565719602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGUItWWgrjI/AAAAAAAAABM/qSjaIafde3k/s320/Balit+Miri+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGUGFV5SwGI/AAAAAAAAABE/PNO6IgkUj50/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216582432225149026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGUGFV5SwGI/AAAAAAAAABE/PNO6IgkUj50/s320/Balit+Miri+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I decided to have my rest day since my mom has been discharged from the hospital. I told her that tomorrow I will not come to visit because I have a few things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;After sending my nephew to school at 6.30 am (my other duty, cause his mom is in Kul for 2 weeks) my husband n I had our breakfast at one of the famous stall, Hole No.9. We had their specialty Mee Jawa and Mee Hoon Sup Tulang. To my surprise the taste is not that yummy like before and offcourse the price was more expensive. After that we went to EPF and Immigration office to extend my maid visiting pass. Then late in the afternoon after finishing my house cleaning and drying clothes we had a small gardening session. We watered and fertilised the plants which had turned yellow. While doing these then I realised that I'm going to leave my home town again for another one year. Thus I started to count for the day and soon we will leave Miri and my home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-8869243283556653845?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/8869243283556653845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=8869243283556653845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/8869243283556653845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/8869243283556653845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-day.html' title='MY DAY'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SGY3S61QTyI/AAAAAAAAACk/XdFt3602tZI/s72-c/Balit+Miri+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3082792566251856786</id><published>2008-06-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:12:12.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Vs Junior</title><content type='html'>These two boys of mine really look similar when they were small. Zaid always mistaken Qayyum's pictures as his when he was young . He even told me that " look we are twin mummy". Eventhough they look alike during their young age but the character and attitude that they have are not same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112964397994834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEp8pF3TE1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VXP-UppmICc/s320/Balit+Miri+VI+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My eldest boy Abdul Qayyum ,a growing and handsome boy now. I remembered when he was at the aged of 4 yrs old he is really a responsible boy, trying to do and showing his talent with less guide. He is very independent which i always thought maybe we gave him a perfect name.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he is a virgo guy which i always seen/noticed that a virgo person like to be perfected.(hehehe} Since he was young until now he likes to do things in advance . prudently and organised or if not he would just let it go if he thinks that those things does not bring any value to him. But sometimes he can be a stubborn and annoying boy. Thanks to allah for having such a nice son which i am really proud of him as he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112975362470818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEp8putbs6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZHv5KhGAJeY/s320/Balit+Miri+VI+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whereas my youngest boy Zaid Ali , he is such a cute and handsome young boy too. He always&lt;br /&gt;said that he is a genius boy whenever he managed to complete things by himself. But he is a little bit spoilt just because he is our youngest son ,whatever he wants he'll get it, thus this&lt;br /&gt;make his brother and sister really get mad of him. Now he is six years old but i can see he is getting brigther and smarter like his brother is, except that he is a little bit penggelik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i always hope that these two boys of mine becoming a responsible person and&lt;br /&gt;able to take care of themselves when they're growing up. Be a nice person like their daddy always told/teached them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3082792566251856786?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3082792566251856786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3082792566251856786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3082792566251856786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3082792566251856786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/06/senior-vs-junior_06.html' title='Senior Vs Junior'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEp8pF3TE1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VXP-UppmICc/s72-c/Balit+Miri+VI+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7280092005303642191.post-3289099216248089170</id><published>2008-06-02T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:19:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SES4GKQ01ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZDViJjNgUHs/s1600-h/Balit+Miri+VI+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SES4GKQ01ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZDViJjNgUHs/s400/Balit+Miri+VI+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207489485120787858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently my mom got really sick and was admitted to the hospital. After hearing the news, my family decided to leave Oman and fly to Miri straight away. Being in Miri brought a lot of memories to me. Although she's only my foster mom, but I love her and think of her as my real mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who had taken care of me and brought me up to be the woman I am today. She is a kind-hearted mother and she's a woman of few words. Seeing her now, all helpless and sick, it made me really sad. However, she's so manja, maybe because I am here to entertain her. Now and then i have to fulfill her asking for this and that but I'm so glad atleast I'm here to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she'll recover soon and I'll always pray for her well-being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7280092005303642191-3289099216248089170?l=momitc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/feeds/3289099216248089170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7280092005303642191&amp;postID=3289099216248089170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3289099216248089170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7280092005303642191/posts/default/3289099216248089170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momitc.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Auntie Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03378549899181688531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SEnq49g2keI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gMDY7uB-AME/S220/Balit+Miri+VI+127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpYLWWFPQ8I/SES4GKQ01ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZDViJjNgUHs/s72-c/Balit+Miri+VI+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
