<?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-7579248</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:30.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribble Dribble</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I scribble...duh??</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-112806693198350421</id><published>2005-09-30T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T15:55:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-112806693198350421?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/112806693198350421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=112806693198350421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/112806693198350421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/112806693198350421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/09/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110688349045197510</id><published>2005-01-28T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:54:43.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ex-bestfriend (yes, I do have an ex-bestfriend...long story...:P) called me up yesterday and asked whether I can join the rest of my girlfriends for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we got together was during our Wayan retreat in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's donkey years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, there'll be me, Tikus, Dayak and Beruang.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I lurrve the lovely nicks..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayak owes Tikus money for their sons' joint birthday bash in the childcare which Tikus paid for first. &lt;br /&gt;They had planned to meet up so they can settle the bill togethergether...&lt;br /&gt;Beruang and I are just movie extras who are needed to add colour to the background:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 3 are working women, professionals in their own fields.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be the only housewife in the group.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cos they always take pity on me.&lt;br /&gt;Pity in the form of payment.&lt;br /&gt;Pity is good.&lt;br /&gt;I loike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've had enuff of people paying for me.(I think.)&lt;br /&gt;We're going to dine at that takder-tempat-lain-dorang-suka-makan Cafe Vienna...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sedap nah ker tempat tu??&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah mahal...bukannyer kita really eat up everything on the spread.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Beruand and Dayak do...:P&lt;br /&gt;I must remind myself not to sit next to these two, also...&lt;br /&gt;You never get to eat the things on YOUR plate when you're next to either of them..&lt;br /&gt;Before it gets to your mouth, they've already burped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's going to be one of these Fridays..after work.&lt;br /&gt;After THEIR work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a riot as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, because we have been friends since we were 17, we can afford to be our real, disgusting, loud, vulgar selves..&lt;br /&gt;And that is theraphy for me, actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be girly and silly and laugh my head off once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;To let my guard down and just be myself once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;To even dress up and not having to wear nursing clothes once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;To have fun with my girlfriends and not worry about who has finished their veggies on their plates, who has homework to be done, which assessment book to do, who wants to watch which cartoon etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we moms need such a break once in a while..&lt;br /&gt;To get back in touch with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;To have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do miss my girlfriends too..&lt;br /&gt;There's something about friendships formed during school years that you cannot replicate with friendships formed in the adult years.&lt;br /&gt;Just something about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, we have to figure out where to lump the hubbies and the kids...&lt;br /&gt;Men.&lt;br /&gt;They need to see fellow men grappling with the same problem for them to feel calm and competent..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'd just dump them at Dayak's place..&lt;br /&gt;It's big, it's spacious and the key thing:it's got MILLIONS of toys..&lt;br /&gt;For the kids and the..ahem..dads..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110688349045197510?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110688349045197510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110688349045197510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110688349045197510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110688349045197510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-ex-bestfriend-yes-i-do-have-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110611250237766289</id><published>2005-01-19T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:18:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooohhh..&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of si budak Tofik tu last nite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams (but of coz...), he was hugging me!!&lt;br /&gt;Yup!!&lt;br /&gt;Tak bedek ahh..&lt;br /&gt;He was hugging me from behind and whispering sweet-nothings in my ears...&lt;br /&gt;*drool*&lt;br /&gt;Oohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;delicious..!!&lt;br /&gt;And he was about to, I donno, nibble? sing? when alas, alas, si budak Firdaus ni pegi nangis and asked for milk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer!!&lt;br /&gt;Tros aku terbangon..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh..sungguhthepotongstim.com!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was hugging me, dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;Siiiigghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni lah dia..."I dreaaaaaammmm...."!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U think if I go nap later, the dream might continue??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates are in order, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;First up..&lt;br /&gt;Bye 10K!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, this man is a good financial planner and savvy talker..&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it but I bought every darn word he said.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sucker,huh?&lt;br /&gt;But really..he DOES have his points and they're all (sshhh..) valid!!&lt;br /&gt;And since it all serves to benefit us, I gave in and let him go ahead with the plans...&lt;br /&gt;So it's bye² 10K, sayonara LV and so long Europe!!:P&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;(At least I know now that if he gets out of the engineering line, he can be a good financial adviser...baahh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the principal.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tunggu punya tunggu punya tunggu..member tak reply² email!&lt;br /&gt;Pfftt..!!&lt;br /&gt;So I called him up this morning and he told me, the reason he didn't reply me in black and white was because the issue is too sensitive and he didn't want his words to be misconstrued...&lt;br /&gt;aperrr jerrr....&lt;br /&gt;nampak sah tak tau reply letter...&lt;br /&gt;sheeshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niways...&lt;br /&gt;We settled the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the school doesn't want the kids to be uncomfortable in this warm weather of ours to be in long pants throughout and they want the kids to be in common uniform instead of this discrimination of sorts....whateva..&lt;br /&gt;So we have come to this exclusive arrangement for Aisyah:&lt;br /&gt;She is allowed to put on pants for PE only and not throughout the day when she comes in school with her PE attire...&lt;br /&gt;get what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;takperlah nyahh..aku pon pening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Kan senang kan dah settle kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to settle on my list:&lt;br /&gt;Menu for Raya..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see...I do have to visit the ILs, my parents and my granma..if she is discharged already.&lt;br /&gt;Even if she hasn't, we'd still have to have this communal gathering with my big family..&lt;br /&gt;So I don't necessarily have to cook a lot since I'd be out the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what'll it be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..I suppose we'll just have to do with lontong, kuah lodeh, sambal tumis udang/sotong, serunding daging and ayam masak merah then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang rasa cukop tak??:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110611250237766289?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110611250237766289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110611250237766289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110611250237766289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110611250237766289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/oooooohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110603002398778744</id><published>2005-01-18T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T14:55:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so the sungguhagitated.com today!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate being agitated.&lt;br /&gt;Us Virgoans are big worry warts and I tell ya, the slightest thing can set us off easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Aisyah told me that the principal has said 'no more long pants during PE for the Muslim girls in the lower primary'!!&lt;br /&gt;Humbug!!&lt;br /&gt;All this while it was ok and now suddenly this..!!&lt;br /&gt;I immediately set off to write him an email but since he's in an &lt;br /&gt;ex-co meeting for the most part of today, he has yet to get back to me..&lt;br /&gt;I truly hate waiting for his reply while I pace the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Hunny called me up.&lt;br /&gt;Told me he wants to re-look into the financing loan of the car and that if he wants to get this particular re-financing loan at a lower interest rate, he'd have to &lt;em&gt;merely&lt;/em&gt; top up &lt;strong&gt;10K&lt;/strong&gt; to get that particular interest rate..&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I shot up straight to the ceiling..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10K??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue here is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; whether we have the money or otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;The issue here is why would I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; throw away 10 grand on a *albeit* necessary evil like the car???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...we need savings, man!!&lt;br /&gt;With three kids and me not working, our savings have to be there..&lt;br /&gt;Firm and big and there.&lt;br /&gt;It's our emergency nest, for heaven's sake!!&lt;br /&gt;What if something happens to the kids?&lt;br /&gt;What if something...just happens??&lt;br /&gt;Why would I eva agree to it?&lt;br /&gt;So I told him off (yes I know he just came back and we're supposed to be on honeymoon period still) firmly that I will &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; let him do that with the family savings...&lt;br /&gt;A'-ah.&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;Migoodness..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hopping mad...&lt;br /&gt;*Breathe ratna, breathe...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10K tu bagi aku shopping kat LV kan lagi afdhal??!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110603002398778744?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110603002398778744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110603002398778744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110603002398778744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110603002398778744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-so-sungguhagitated.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110594540047092028</id><published>2005-01-17T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:54:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books galore!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, I visited my granma in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;She had a fall and broke her hip, fractured her wrist...&lt;br /&gt;Poor lady.&lt;br /&gt;She's what..74? &lt;br /&gt;All frail and small and sick.&lt;br /&gt;It's heartbreaking to see her in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, she's not exactly my favourite grandparent but she's the ONLY grandparent I have left...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that close to her..not even when I was smaller...&lt;br /&gt;But still, she's my granma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..seeing her that helpless and in that pain..I donno...&lt;br /&gt;I was just hoping that if He wants to take her away, let it be...&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather she go without pain and suffering...&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather she go when she is still herself...&lt;br /&gt;Cruel, you ask me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen elderly people with Alzheimer's or dementia..not always a pretty sight but that's how they leave this world...&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather my granma leave with some dignity...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor granma...&lt;br /&gt;she's been thru so much.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, in this lifetime alone, she's seen her husband gone, her 2 sons gone, her granddaughter gone and even her great-grandson gone....&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to be a very strong person to go thru all that, if you ask me..&lt;br /&gt;(If it were me and Hunny left me, I'd prolly die of heartbreak not long after...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's in pain..can hardly talk and it's so painful when we had to leave her and she has this sad look on her...she wants you to stay but she can't express herself at all...she's prolly feeling sad and lonely and maybe intimidated by all 'em nurses and doctors filtering in and out of the ward every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I do pray she gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;We want her around this Hari Raya Haji...&lt;br /&gt;We always do...&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, I wish I had taken up my childhood ambition to be a doctor...so that I may care for the old and the elderly and the poor and the lonely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Tu lah..saper suroh takot darah, kan...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday already??&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who cares..&lt;br /&gt;Hunny is home and that's all that matters...&lt;br /&gt;(on cue: aawwww, everyone!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not exactly here at home..&lt;br /&gt;He needs to go out to work and earn money for me to spend, remember..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he needs to earn back the money we blew last Saturday, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffs we bought....fuuuhh...tobat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see...there was the Robinson's Warehouse Sale and then there was the MPH Warehouse Sale..&lt;br /&gt;lovely, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Robinson's Sale didn't faze me...&lt;br /&gt;It was the books that turned me on more..&lt;br /&gt;I was practically salivating at the entrance to the hall...&lt;br /&gt;Fuuhh...&lt;br /&gt;You should see 'em books...&lt;br /&gt;Aaaall over the place...&lt;br /&gt;*shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time round, we went to the MPH sale merely to get books for Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;Her ibu had to restrain herself.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't touched NOT EVEN ONE book from the previous MPH warehouse sale...&lt;br /&gt;And she has..lemme see...11 books to read.&lt;br /&gt;So she has to learn to NOT get books that Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;punyerlah cobaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up buying 33 books for the girls that day...&lt;br /&gt;31 of them for Aisyah's silent reading.&lt;br /&gt;(enuff or not?)&lt;br /&gt;1 for Nadiah.&lt;br /&gt;(more than enuff..considering she can't read yet...)&lt;br /&gt;1 for...this is more for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;It's "The Little Giant Book of Kids' Games".&lt;br /&gt;For days we don't know what to do with them...&lt;br /&gt;Hhmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110594540047092028?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110594540047092028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110594540047092028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110594540047092028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110594540047092028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/books-galore.html' title='books galore!'/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110568224677394969</id><published>2005-01-14T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T15:25:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;AWAKE&lt;/strong&gt; and I &lt;strong&gt;CAN WALK??!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applause, people..applause!!&lt;br /&gt;tepok sket, ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, lovely morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it can rain and storm for all I care...&lt;br /&gt;It won't bother me one bit..cos my Dr Lurrve is home and I'm fit and well again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm actually able to be here and update and all is only because:&lt;br /&gt;He had to go back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;No leave, no break, nuthin'...&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh on.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he were home,I'd prolly have to pack the kids off to their granny's...or whomever can take them in...&lt;br /&gt;Cos the parents can't get out of bed, mah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the kids and I, left home at 8.30pm and took the train.&lt;br /&gt;I was already panicking cos I figured we'd be late...&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, taking the train all the way from Sembawang to Changi Airport...&lt;br /&gt;macam dari sini pegi China pon ada lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amazingly, we made it in time.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we reached the aiport at EXACTLY 2155hrs!!&lt;br /&gt;But his flight was slightly delayed at the runway...&lt;br /&gt;I mean..there were quite a number of flights taxi-ing in so...kata orang tu, dorang kena line-up ahh amik no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, while waiting for him, I spotted one of my dad's good friend and colleague.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, my dad's a customs officer...&lt;br /&gt;So when this friend of his saw me, he came out (he'd just finished his shift and was about to go back home, anyway..) and chatted with me...&lt;br /&gt;And he waited with me till Hunny came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling him, err..u may leave if you have to..you don't have to wait yada yada yada...but he insisted...he kept saying, nevermind..I'm in no rush yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was thinking..sheessh..pakcik ni buat potong stim ahh..orang nak terkam laki kejap lagi pon susah....&lt;br /&gt;But then, only after he left did I realised, he was waiting with me all the way to HELP Hunny clear off customs easily should he run into any problems!!&lt;br /&gt;Duhh!!&lt;br /&gt;aku pon..&lt;br /&gt;sungguh ingrate.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited and chatted for like...15mins or so before the girls spotted their dad and jumped and screamed his name..&lt;br /&gt;And I was grinning and smiling and blushing like some over-aged &lt;em&gt;anak dara&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Practically swooned when I saw his smiling face....&lt;br /&gt;So giddy with excitement, u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute he saw Hunny clear off customs smoothly, my dad's friend quietly left us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu jam ah aku terkam my Dr Lurrvee!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Not really terkam.&lt;br /&gt;That was for later..:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the girls were hugging and hugging and kissing their ayah all over (macam ayah dia balik haji, gitu..) while the ibu waited and waited and waited for her turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last²&lt;/strong&gt; baruuu aku dapat.&lt;br /&gt;Ader ker patot kena tunggu &lt;strong&gt;last²&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;Takperlah nyahh..mak tak cerewet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Mackers for supper and then it was off to the cabbie for the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;In the cab, the girls were practically couging their lungs out...&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I had their vomit bags ready.&lt;br /&gt;It was coughing orchestra all the way home...non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah eventually vomitted out all her phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why both are not in school today.&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I'm going out shopping later...;)&lt;br /&gt;(Ahmad drebar home oready mah..can fetch me anytime later....duhhh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Err..where was I...&lt;br /&gt;We reached home.&lt;br /&gt;He unpacked and took out all the gifts and lemme see...there were Barbie tops for the girls, Esprits tops for all the kids, some chocolates, Barbie candy for the girls and what's that for me? Nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing for the ibu.&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh tak tau aper nak cakap.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares...&lt;br /&gt;I get to see the Dr later....&lt;br /&gt;hahh!!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110568224677394969?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110568224677394969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110568224677394969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110568224677394969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110568224677394969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110558915200613410</id><published>2005-01-13T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T12:05:52.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hel-loooo everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;What a nice bright sunny morning we have here...&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff*&lt;br /&gt;Aahhh...fresh air, sunny morning, white clouds, blue sky.....&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, lovely, lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that the house went back to Square One this morning, like I predicted..&lt;br /&gt;(I told you so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all still lovely...&lt;br /&gt;Cos SQ805 is touching down tonite at 2155hrs, insyallah and I'm one happy bunny today...&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see for the next coupla years, it's becos I'm busy running after the 4th one which is prolly the result of the morning after the nite tonite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110558915200613410?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110558915200613410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110558915200613410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110558915200613410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110558915200613410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/hel-loooo-everyone-what-nice-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110553476250921048</id><published>2005-01-12T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:59:22.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Besok, Raja balik...&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole day scrambling my a** all over the place, vacuuming, mopping,washing dan sumer yg sewaktu dengannyer...&lt;br /&gt;Penat, oyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the house is squeaky clean.&lt;br /&gt;But not for long.&lt;br /&gt;I give it till tomorrow morning..when the kids wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be all over back to Square One.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, why do I even bother in the first place, huh??&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so the excited.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this is the last nite I'll be sleeping away from him..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we'll be back togedergeder...&lt;br /&gt;sleeping in the same bed again.&lt;br /&gt;(I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;...that's what beds are for generally, rite..??)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more nite to go..and then, &lt;br /&gt;besok RAYAAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whohhooohooooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110553476250921048?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110553476250921048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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what..?&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, I wish I had taken my driving license!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine..&lt;br /&gt;If I had one, I'd be zooming here, zooming there...zooming zooming everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;I'd even be able to fetch him from the airport Thursday nite...&lt;br /&gt;Just me and the kids, all strapped firmly in the back (and muffled so that they can't make any noise, not even a fart, to distract me....)&lt;br /&gt;driving mesti focus, per...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu lah..&lt;br /&gt;tak nak dgr cakap bapak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I was an..aper tu makcik² cakap..&lt;em&gt;anak dara? &lt;/em&gt;yeaah, when I was an anak dara, in my poly years actually, my dad was pushing and persuading me to take my driving lessons &lt;strong&gt;FOC&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;he kept going "amik lesen lah..ayah bayar...gi lah amik...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what did yours stupidly do?&lt;br /&gt;Why, say no and wonder what &lt;em&gt;eva &lt;/em&gt;do I need a license for??duhh..??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I can knock my head over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had listened to my dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, I wouldn't even be home rite now..&lt;br /&gt;I'd prolly be somewhere with Firdaus, just the two of us, after dropping the sisters off to school....&lt;br /&gt;hanging out...&lt;br /&gt;chilling..&lt;br /&gt;shopping...&lt;br /&gt;not worrying about taking the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;how lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then reality hits me cos here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;Even if I &lt;strong&gt;DO &lt;/strong&gt;have my driving license, what makes you think the PhantomPappa is gonna lemme touch the car???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpphh!!&lt;br /&gt;Men and their car....ppftt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or mebbe..I should just go get my own car, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Keta yg dorang pakai bakar² tu pon keta jugak, per....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick....&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luuurve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sick...&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously..&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 'em runny nose..&lt;br /&gt;Ni sumer tido lambat nyer pasal...&lt;br /&gt;Sun nite was cos of my Scaredy Cat Syndrome..where I fell asleep at only 3am...and yesterday was all Firdaus' fault for being cranky that I only fell asleep at 4am!!!&lt;br /&gt;So now &lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt; all cranky and crabby and runny...&lt;br /&gt;Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Snort.&lt;br /&gt;I want my Dr Lurrvee..!!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm all sick and all on my own tending to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;My monstrous side came out just now and I was all screaming and yelling at them...&lt;br /&gt;I make a tewwible mom.&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe I shd just go back to work and then the kids will be safer..&lt;br /&gt;Safe from &lt;strong&gt;motherly harm&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi soalnyer..saper nak employ AKU??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110542070780616035?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110542070780616035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110542070780616035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110542070780616035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110542070780616035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/sniff.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110533488552008429</id><published>2005-01-10T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:28:05.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning after the nite before.....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;How did I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why, with the living room lights on, that's how...&lt;br /&gt;And even then, I couldn't sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;I kept glancing out of the window, I kept looking at the door, I kept turning behind my back, I kept my eyes half-closed...&lt;br /&gt;I really am one scaredy cat, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 12am and only fell asleep around 2plus...&lt;br /&gt;All the while, wondering...why, why, why....&lt;br /&gt;The kids were all asleep by then..&lt;br /&gt;Long gone in slumberland..considering they woke up very early yesterday...at 6am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, a new day starts for me...&lt;br /&gt;The days are easy to handle..that's how the days have been for me everyday, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;It's the nights that I can't handle...&lt;br /&gt;But I think the next few days are going to be pretty ok...cos my mom had a change of mind and relented...&lt;br /&gt;She FINALLY let my 4th sis come and stay with me for the next few days...&lt;br /&gt;Phewww....&lt;br /&gt;Or else I can only imagine how sleep-deprived I can be for the next few days right up till Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh...Thurday.....*rubs hands in anticipation*&lt;br /&gt;Thursday he's coming backk!!&lt;br /&gt;Timing baik, eh..&lt;br /&gt;Malam jumaat, you...&lt;br /&gt;Korang jgn menyibok tepon aku tu malam...!!&lt;br /&gt;Ngacau jer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shhoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110533488552008429?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110533488552008429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7579248&amp;postID=110533488552008429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110533488552008429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7579248/posts/default/110533488552008429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/2005/01/morning-after-nite-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Phantom Momma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7579248.post-110527361329904303</id><published>2005-01-09T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:30:29.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He called!!!&lt;br /&gt;He just called!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whohooohoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;I practically melted hearing his voice..&lt;br /&gt;(drama man!!)&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik aku tengah dudok, anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Oh man..&lt;br /&gt;that soo made my day...&lt;br /&gt;He's so far, yet so near....&lt;br /&gt;so close to my ears...&lt;br /&gt;no nibbling lah but still close to my ears...&lt;br /&gt;Ssiiigghh...&lt;br /&gt;Now I can sleep...&lt;br /&gt;err...with the lights on, tho'...&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite Hunny!!&lt;br /&gt;______ dreams to you!&lt;br /&gt;(noty, noty!!)&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the above blanks where appropriate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMWAAAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiiill!!&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to go bloghopping and I hujan-ed when I went &lt;a href="http://jewelmuse.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is the sad...&lt;br /&gt;This In My Place song is very the melancholic, one..I tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long must you wait for him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long must you pay for it...??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very the...how the malay² say?&lt;br /&gt;Tangkap cintan ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;Lentok ahh, gua cakap..!!&lt;br /&gt;I is the sad, you know..&lt;br /&gt;Then I is the &lt;strong&gt;ter&lt;/strong&gt;-cried....&lt;br /&gt;Sob...&lt;br /&gt;Oh tidakk..&lt;br /&gt;sungguh drama.com.....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Abang Bidin..Abang Bidin...&lt;br /&gt;wei she mo??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssiiigghhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob....&lt;br /&gt;Abang Bidiiiiiinnn!!&lt;br /&gt;Chombi rindu ngan Abang Bidin...!!&lt;br /&gt;Apasal Abang Bidin kena pegi China ahh?&lt;br /&gt;Blakang esbok kita pon ada gas pipe...pegi lah saner jer....&lt;br /&gt;Sob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left this morning..&lt;br /&gt;At 10.20am.&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, grey morning.&lt;br /&gt;I tried veryy hard to stay smiling tho' inside I was all cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that Aisyah cried when her ayah hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;I think it hasn't sunk in yet for her.&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus was indifferent to the whole hullabaloo..&lt;br /&gt;Only I stayed smiling and cheery and chirpy.&lt;br /&gt;Only bcos I was in front of a lot of people!!&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the viewing gallery but that was like..not such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, the whole place was under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was so deserted and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The lights were off, too...&lt;br /&gt;So it was very dark, very gloomy, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Veryyy melancholic for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I know...drama huh for a 4 day trip kinda thing?&lt;br /&gt;But we rarely left each other's side.&lt;br /&gt;He's literally my heart and my soul..&lt;br /&gt;How can I live without him by my side..??&lt;br /&gt;Sob.&lt;br /&gt;Oh tidaaakk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Asma n Mel came and rescued me...and saved the rest of the day for us...!!&lt;br /&gt;They fetched me from the airport, we had lunch together and then they came over at hung out at my place...all the way till 7pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we joked, we watched DVDs and ate kropok like no tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;But when they left, all is quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;And then I am again reminded that he is really gone....&lt;br /&gt;And I look around and I see his things..&lt;br /&gt;And I try so darn hard to not count the hours...&lt;br /&gt;And then Aisyah had to crack up and tell me she misses Ayah and cry again..&lt;br /&gt;And then I crumbled.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunny, I really, reaally, reaaaally miss you...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ni kuai tien hui chia, hor??!!Wa hen xiang nian ni...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7579248-110527361329904303?l=phantommomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phantommomma.blogspot.com/feeds/110527361329904303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The week's almost over and how did I fare?&lt;br /&gt;pretty well, I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I luurrve Aisyah's new school rules...&lt;br /&gt;The best part has to be her 10 mins later, 10 mins earlier timing..&lt;br /&gt;She now gets to go in 10 mins later than usual at 12.40pm and knock off at 6.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu dia sungguh happy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, NO MORE CAs!!!&lt;br /&gt;whohooohooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Just plain SAs for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;For non-schooling moms, that means no more Terms 1 and 3 tests..just mid year and end of the year exams...&lt;br /&gt;phewww...&lt;br /&gt;less stress for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she gets to go to school in her PE attire!!&lt;br /&gt;The school was pretty strict and rigid before...even new P1 students had to learn to come to school in the uniform and then change into PE attire during recess only...&lt;br /&gt;But with this new relaxed rule, I don't have the headache of re-ironing back her crumpled pinafore day in, day out...&lt;br /&gt;see my grin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bestest part of 'em all has to be this :&lt;br /&gt;SHE HASN'T HAD ANY HOMEWORK FOR THE PAST FIVE DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;This, my frens, is THE best thing to happen to school going kids like her and&lt;br /&gt;motivationally-challenged moms like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Sembawang Primary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thennnnn, there's Nadiah...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;She's in K1 this year but I assure you, besides the class promotion, nothing else has changed/grown where she is concerned... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And tsst, tsst..she's found not one but TWO replacements for Greg!!&lt;br /&gt;sheesshh!!&lt;br /&gt;true love my foot!!&lt;br /&gt;It's now Ryan and Jaivier...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;why can't you be shy and demure like ibu, nak??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It is..lemme check...egad! the 7th day of the new year and baruuu ni lah aku nak update this blog...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Same ol' me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 huh??&lt;br /&gt;So fast...&lt;br /&gt;so very fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the new year with, lemme see....a bout of flu, migraine, cough but it was still gerek...cos I was with my budak plaza frens and we were at this retreat at jb for 3 days 2 nites and there was BBQ and all so it was still gerek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of coz, they were kind enuff to lemme just sit back and rest while they do all the bbq-ing stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;I love these people to bits...&lt;br /&gt;Cayang aku ngan korang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wet start to the new year huh?&lt;br /&gt;Wet and sad...&lt;br /&gt;The tsunami disaster and all...&lt;br /&gt;And my mom being difficult on me and all...&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;mak aku ni pon...&lt;br /&gt;makin tua, makin menjadi...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Hunny said I better not be like her when I'm all old and wrinkly...&lt;br /&gt;But my mom's not all THAT old and wrinkly, wat...&lt;br /&gt;But she's already lidat...&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;siiighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hunny's gonna go away this Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;To China, to china to buy a fat pig....not!!&lt;br /&gt;(that was just some old childhood song that just came to mind...)&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna go there on work stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;Back on Thursday, insyallah...&lt;br /&gt;4 days away but I feel so depressed like he's leaving me for FOUR MONTHS!!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh...true love, mahh...&lt;br /&gt;True love like this, wat...&lt;br /&gt;4 days like 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;donno meh??&lt;br /&gt;abuthen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sunday is like 2 days away....&lt;br /&gt;He'll be off on that plane by 10am and then the whole day is gonna draaaaaaagg on by for me...&lt;br /&gt;Sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai me???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whoohhoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;Yayness..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Welcome..welcome to my new home for my mental mumblings...&lt;br /&gt;I is the very excited..!!&lt;br /&gt;New year, new place, new look...but same ol' stories...&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna get bored, you may leave...&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, enjoy your stay here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tweak a lil' bit more and then I'll come back with mah stories, aitt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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