<?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-5557844062046990685</id><updated>2012-02-10T08:09:35.353+08:00</updated><category term='Pagi jumaat....'/><title type='text'>just me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6897658715311639666</id><published>2012-01-31T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:23:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantly</title><content type='html'>BB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring and a trying day for me today. Quite honestly, when the pain becomes too bad, you tend to be numb. And I was in a state of numb the whole day. Have to be reminded constantly of my nawaitu and my faith. Constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6897658715311639666?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6897658715311639666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6897658715311639666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6897658715311639666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6897658715311639666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2012/01/bb-it-was-tiring-and-trying-day-for-me.html' title='Constantly'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1350660812789166017</id><published>2011-10-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:02:59.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh...its so coooooold</title><content type='html'>Dear BB, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is rather gloomy in P, the air cond is super duper cold...my hands are freezing..but yours truly managed to be quite productive today. Good for me eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1350660812789166017?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1350660812789166017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1350660812789166017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1350660812789166017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1350660812789166017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/ohhhits-so-coooooold.html' title='Ohhh...its so coooooold'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6943235694679528967</id><published>2011-10-22T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:04:03.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I?</title><content type='html'>Dear BB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, am pondering on a question, am I a pessimist or a realist? Do I walk  under a cloud of grey skies thinking the worst of everything or its just a way of protecting myself from hurt. Well BB? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours trurly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6943235694679528967?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6943235694679528967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6943235694679528967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6943235694679528967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6943235694679528967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-am-i.html' title='What am I?'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4985060334788713807</id><published>2011-10-20T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:15:56.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going bananas</title><content type='html'>Dear BB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an email from my sister today, tips on losing weight by eating bananas!!! Hehehe..hope she is not  making a monkey out of me...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4985060334788713807?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4985060334788713807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4985060334788713807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4985060334788713807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4985060334788713807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-bananas.html' title='Going bananas'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1703643762149375731</id><published>2011-10-15T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:43:12.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again, my steps to losing weight seems always to be a losing battle. After tolerating hunger pangs the whole day yesterday, I managed to compensate yesterday's meal and probarly today's meal too by having a mug of milo with nasi lemak rendang kerang, popiah basah and karipap, all for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1703643762149375731?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1703643762149375731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1703643762149375731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1703643762149375731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1703643762149375731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/bb-here-i-go-again-my-steps-to-losing.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5366467717024832656</id><published>2011-10-14T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:13:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BB,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose some weight. So whats new? Nothing BB, the problem is how? Please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-5366467717024832656?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5366467717024832656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5366467717024832656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5366467717024832656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5366467717024832656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/bb-i-need-to-lose-some-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4133229685763427664</id><published>2011-10-13T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:10:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something familiar</title><content type='html'>BB, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this morning I told you about my lack of friends at the office. Well, guess what?! my dear old friend from the good old times in Jalan Raja called me up this evening, I was already at home after my appointment at the hospital..so, the timing was just perfect. We managed to catch up. I remembered it was a routine for me to visit her chambers in the morning for our daily dose of cerita cerita. We had a few close friends who were on the same common interest and understanding. Ah, how I missed all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BB it was super good to hear a friendly and familiar voice. Till then. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4133229685763427664?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4133229685763427664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4133229685763427664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4133229685763427664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4133229685763427664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-hear-bb.html' title='Something familiar'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8774529321685735216</id><published>2011-10-13T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:47:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear BB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dear BB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;It strucked me this morning, as usual, my&amp;nbsp;head was thinking in its active mode..memikir masalah dunia yang tak habis-habis. It strucked me that I dont have a friend to confide my problems and share my thoughts. I dont have a friend to chit chat in the morning&amp;nbsp; over a cup of milo. I dont have a friend that I can call in time of need. I dont have a friend to talk to about my kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;The cold hard truth, am quite a loner , not by choice actually, the circumstances and the surroundings of&amp;nbsp;my present position does not allow&amp;nbsp;me to be sociable.The management team is filled with men who are comfortable within themselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have only&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;friend at work which I see at the weekly management meetings and the odd gathering. Rarely do we get to really speak, as most the talk would be focused on our work. This has been going on since May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;The routine that I have for the past 2 years plus is breakfast and lunch in my room except for the occasional lunch on fridays with my lil sister that I look forward to. Packed lunch (courtesy of my PA) mengadap the computer sambil tengok fb or my mails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;My last posting was a bit bearable, I had my wonderful officers that I could chit chat with during our breaks at the court. I dont know whether it was uncomfortable for them, but I enjoyed our little talks. To Fiona and Aida I missed your updates on the latest gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;One thing about me that not healthy is that I tend to be quite obsessive over matters that takes my fancy. So life was repeated affairs of A and RM. Thank goodness, I have pushed it way back in my mind because it was consuming too much of my time&amp;nbsp;and quite unhealthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;So BB, see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/5557844062046990685-8774529321685735216?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8774529321685735216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8774529321685735216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8774529321685735216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8774529321685735216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-bb.html' title='Dear BB'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2342226809250948514</id><published>2011-09-05T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:07:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back to work after a long festive hols. Expecting everything to be back as usual. What's normal?&amp;nbsp; A lot of takers and a few givers. Thus, am going to put a bright smile to make it more bearable. There's a saying " a warm smile unlocks many doors". Welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2342226809250948514?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2342226809250948514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2342226809250948514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2342226809250948514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2342226809250948514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1126868580209170321</id><published>2011-09-04T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T11:20:57.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;In the name of GOD , most Gracious, most Compassionate.&amp;nbsp;Alhamdulillah for bestowing us&amp;nbsp;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To be in love and to be loved is a blessing from Allah the ALMIGHTY. To feel the warmth of love, the heartache of love, the joys, the pains, the excitement and the sorrows are the highs and lows of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Love comes in may forms and facets, love of a parents for their children, love of siblings for each other, love between&amp;nbsp;a man and a woman, the love everything that surrounds us and the most beautiful love is the love for the CREATOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have been watching a particular love story on and on for the past month. To be exact I have watched it 8 times.Its quite ridiculous as I cried again and again.Its addictive. I am obsessed by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;I am blessed with feeling deeply for things that affects me. I love too deeply and hurt easily.I have been chided by friends for being quite ridiculous and obsessed with things, people and situations that has&amp;nbsp; impact on me. For this I do not offer any apologies. This is me, accept me for my short comings, warts and beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;With this in&amp;nbsp;mind, I have fallen in love with a simple story of coming of age movie, about a girl finding and falling in love, about&amp;nbsp;a parent's love, about making sacrifices, about giving, about forgiving, about making efforts , about letting go, its about Love.The sweetness of seeing a young girl falling in love, brought me memories of my own love. There is no words to describe the heady feeling of&amp;nbsp;experiencing love for the very first time. The desire to be together all the time and the dreams that you plan together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;The Last Song&amp;nbsp; may not be the greatest love story, it may not also be the greatest movie that I have seen, but it touches my heart over and over again.The scenes are played and replayed on the screen and in my mind. And without fail, I&amp;nbsp;will weep. It was sweet to me and that what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;What strucked me most is that we all make sacrifices, we all get hurt and wounded, but we clean and patched the wounds, we go on living. And that's what makes us closer to God, as we weep silently in our prayers, asking for forgiveness, asking for guidance, asking for protection, asking for mercy and asking for&amp;nbsp; strength from the Most Compassionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;We all have been tested and&amp;nbsp; will continue to be tested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;So, if I cry and weep a bit, its not because I am being emotional but am grateful of having blessed with the feelings of love. For that I am most grateful. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&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/5557844062046990685-1126868580209170321?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1126868580209170321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1126868580209170321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1126868580209170321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1126868580209170321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/09/gift-of-love.html' title='The gift of love'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5617172417385671470</id><published>2011-08-18T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T08:16:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the name of God, &amp;nbsp;Most Gracious , Most Merciful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;God wishes ease for you, not hardship &lt;/strong&gt;- Surah Al Baqarah verse 185. &lt;/span&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/5557844062046990685-5617172417385671470?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5617172417385671470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5617172417385671470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5617172417385671470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5617172417385671470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-name-of-god-gracious-most-merciful.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6530156545108882967</id><published>2011-06-25T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:57:18.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Wondering what when wrong. I guess this is fated.I cannot complaint.I shall gracefully accept whats life has to offer. Its so terribly lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6530156545108882967?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6530156545108882967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6530156545108882967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6530156545108882967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6530156545108882967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4301979562941702694</id><published>2011-06-21T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:29:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I cant blame this on my hormones, but something is just not right. I seem to cry at the slightest swing of emotions. Its like being on a roller coaster. Hubby appears to be bewildered with me too. Why this sudden sadness and longing. I cant pin point the cause...its uncomfortable...maybe I should be alone, with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4301979562941702694?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4301979562941702694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4301979562941702694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4301979562941702694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4301979562941702694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-alone.html' title='Just alone'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2522975428118459946</id><published>2011-05-22T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:37:54.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have never opened up to my closest friends or family about the heartbreaks that we went through in losing our babies. Miscarriage is not something one talks. Its something that&amp;nbsp;too personal and painful. Nobody knew what we&amp;nbsp;went through. I was alone in my own world. And quite honestly, I never really gave a thought about hubby, about his feelings, about his pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Three days ago, I&amp;nbsp;spoke about our miscarriages , it was not the best of time to speak but for some reasons I had to.This conversation was triggered by an incident at&amp;nbsp;a khenduri kahwin earlier on,&amp;nbsp;when someone said&amp;nbsp;"anak&amp;nbsp;dua cukup ke?". I related this to hubby.&amp;nbsp;How insensitive people can be. If only they knew how I felt..the monthly disappointment of not conceiving, the joy in hope and&amp;nbsp;the utter disappointment&amp;nbsp;of reality. It was such a lonely journey. I had friends who were already in their second, third child...&amp;nbsp;we had conversations about their children but none was willing to talk about miscarriages. So,&amp;nbsp;those words said by a member of a family, hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;It brought back memories of my pregnancies. How I was extra careful in everything I did. I would walk carefully,in a slow manner,&amp;nbsp;cradling my stomach hoping that no harm on my unborn baby.&amp;nbsp;Every bit of spotting and bleeding made me more concerned and worried.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;was difficult to balance fear&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;cautious at the same time. I didn't want to be stressed out as it would affect the baby, at the same time, I could not bear the thought of losing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;So, hubby played a vital role of being there when I needed him.&amp;nbsp;He accompanied me to all the doctor's visits. And mind you, it was not&amp;nbsp;easy,&amp;nbsp;my visits were frequent, unlike other&amp;nbsp;pregnancies without&amp;nbsp;any complications, mine was a weekly affair. The "first" pregnancy, on recollection was just tiring. I went to three O&amp;amp;Gs, which was Dr. O, Dr. A and HUKM. Towards the third trimester, I trimmed it down to just Dr. O and Dr. A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;On my "second" pregnancy, I stayed at home for 5 months. I was just me, hubby, kakak and baby. I had episodes of bleeding. I had instructions on what to do in case of emergencies and Dr. A had given me three names of doctors in SJMC to call and see. He didn't want me to take the chance of travelling from SB to Gleneagles in Ampang and advice me, the most sensible thing to do in cases of emergencies was to go to the nearest hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;I clearly remember an incident when I was 5 months pregnant, I was in sitting on the loo and warm blood was just dripping into the bowl, there was a pool blood and&amp;nbsp;I had blood on my thighs, and on my legs..&amp;nbsp;it was just frightening. Ya Allah, was this another test from god? Am I going to lose my baby again? I have never so helpless in my life. &amp;nbsp;I remembered shouting for hubby and I could never forget the look on his face.&amp;nbsp;He was just as upset as me...but did&amp;nbsp;everything in his means to soothe and comfort me.As he hug and held me close in his arms...I felt all the pain, the anguish, the worries were slowly slipping by.I somehow felt that things were going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Although it have taken me five years to ask how&amp;nbsp;hubby felt, it&amp;nbsp;is never too late to say I am sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;I am sorry I didn't ask about &amp;nbsp;how he felt during the testing times...maybe because I felt, hubby was always the person that I could rely on, the stronger one..And so, I asked him..how he felt. He opened up, bit by bit. He too felt the things I had felt. He too was alone in dealing with it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Was this purely coincidence, I dont know. Today, we saw NKTM, I brought the kids to watch for my own selfish reasons...I really&amp;nbsp;adored the tv series and wanted to share the&amp;nbsp;emotions from the celluloid&amp;nbsp;version to the big screen&amp;nbsp;with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;But instead of just enjoying the movie, I had another piece&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;jigsaw to the whole picture of&amp;nbsp;hubby's own emotions on our pregnancies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;I was surprised to see that hubby had tears in his eyes...he is not someone to cry over movies, I have never seen him cried at any movies at all. Infact there was a joke between us that he has hati kering as I would cry at anything and he would be totally opposite of that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;It was just not him. This was not hubby at all. So, I asked him, what was it that trigger that emotion, what was the scene that caught his emotions...his reply&amp;nbsp;was overwhelming..."it was the scene that Nur&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;had her miscarriage". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;On a reflection, I think the emotions felt by the actor, questioning God's wisdom and feeling just&amp;nbsp;of pure helpless over the trials of losing and losing, struck the truth to hubby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;It strucked a chord to my own emotions. My pain was his pain too. It was ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;It was a closure.&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/5557844062046990685-2522975428118459946?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2522975428118459946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2522975428118459946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2522975428118459946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2522975428118459946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-have-never-opened-up-to-my-closest.html' title='Closure.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8714444729249414433</id><published>2011-05-10T07:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:42:26.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The weather forecast for the whole week is grey skies and bits of showering. Lets hope there is a beautiful rainbow somewhere. Cant bear the thought of grey clouds and skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8714444729249414433?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8714444729249414433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8714444729249414433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8714444729249414433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8714444729249414433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/weather-forecast-for-whole-week-is-grey.html' title='Its all grey'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5440227394118012783</id><published>2011-05-09T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:51:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes I do deserve a kick in my big butt. Sometimes I do deserve a pat on my back. Sometimes I do deserve to be listened to. Sometimes I do deserve to be ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the moment, I am feeling down. But the feeling of sad is overshadowed by the feeling of embrassment to Allah. Here I am feeling sad and tired because I am overwhelmed with the pressure of work and feeling shameful of not thanking enough to Allah swt&amp;nbsp; for blessing me&amp;nbsp;with a healthy, happy and loving family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am so much aware of the blessings that have been bestowed to me but yet, a part of me will constantly complaints of tiredness, of the headaches and heartaches of my work. I should be counting my blessing that I have work to go to in the morning, that I have been given the rezeki to be share with my family, that I do not have a tyrant boss at work....but sometimes I choose to dwell on matters that may be trivial to others but matters to me. Regardless of my age , I sometimes think like a spoilt child. Oh...I need to GROW UP.&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/5557844062046990685-5440227394118012783?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5440227394118012783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5440227394118012783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5440227394118012783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5440227394118012783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6835268237314775198</id><published>2011-05-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:49:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I am here to help you, so please try to understand and appreciate my views too. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6835268237314775198?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6835268237314775198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6835268237314775198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6835268237314775198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6835268237314775198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-here-to-help-you-so-please-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1416226108667491928</id><published>2011-04-26T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:03:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have said it once, I have said a couple of times, I will continue to say it all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;Just say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1416226108667491928?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1416226108667491928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1416226108667491928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1416226108667491928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1416226108667491928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/say-it.html' title='Say it.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1506282829369078999</id><published>2011-04-25T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:35:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Birthdays comes and goes. Although you pretend that its not a big thing, nevertheless, its lovely to be reminded and remembered. So, mine went with the usual birthday wishes from family especially my sisters. Kak Zah smsed me on the dot of midnight...hmm, I hope she was up doing something else more&amp;nbsp;worth while..hehhe. Hubby as usual would wish me on the eve&amp;nbsp; and the morning of my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The children were their usual self...their birthday is more important than mine..no birthday cards, no birthday cake, no gifts..just a birthday wish. They seemed to be more excited with their&amp;nbsp;aunts and&amp;nbsp;cousins' birthdays.&amp;nbsp;The same goes with the ayah, I am still waiting for last year's gift that he promised. Que sera sera..hubby knows that I have never asked for anything..and will not start doing so. A gift can come in many forms...having a supportive, understanding&amp;nbsp; and caring hubby is enough for me. What we have can be quite peculiar to others but special to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On that note, hubby was so kind to spend my birthday celebrating another person's belated birthday. And on that note also, it was lovely to received a small&amp;nbsp;bouquet of flowers from a friend that I have made in RIFC, sharing a common interest in RI. I was so touched and was quite weepy. I have always loved flowers and as hubby had correctly remembered, the last bouquet that I received was in 2002. Remember to count and be grateful of the blessings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that is bestowed on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just love and you shall be loved :)&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/5557844062046990685-1506282829369078999?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1506282829369078999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1506282829369078999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1506282829369078999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1506282829369078999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-love.html' title='Just love'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8844153190298380124</id><published>2011-04-21T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:59:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Surprising although I had a back to back meeting yesterday. I managed to vet through 6 procurement agreements. I took my documents along with me...and quietly was in a world of own. I&amp;nbsp; know it is not an "appropriate" act on my part, but hey, my "presence" was not required. There were non legal issues.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, the meetings were longggggggggg.Enough time to drive to Malacca, jalan-jalan and makan-makan with a bit of shopping on the side and drive back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;So lets hope today, there will not be any journey on the side..and hoping for smooth straight road ahead.&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/5557844062046990685-8844153190298380124?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8844153190298380124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8844153190298380124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8844153190298380124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8844153190298380124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/straight-ride.html' title='Straight ride.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1483048712875245976</id><published>2011-04-20T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T07:48:56.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a page at a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its wet and cold today. I hope today's weather will not determine the sort of day that I am going to have today. Yesterday was quite blurry, head was throbbing with headache..physically I was a wreck. Today? Not too sure...I do know for a certain I have 2 long meetings that are back to back. Morning till evening...ahh, If only I&amp;nbsp;could rest at home with a favourite book. Another page of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1483048712875245976?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1483048712875245976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1483048712875245976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1483048712875245976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1483048712875245976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/taking-page-at-time.html' title='Taking a page at a time.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8522875615872753077</id><published>2011-04-19T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T08:09:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will get better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que sera sera...today I will just go with the flow. If I get irritated or upset, I will do my very best to shrug it off. If the person that I am talking does not give a #@&amp;amp;* of what I have to say, then I will smile&amp;nbsp; and nod...What matters is that keep on going until the view gets much better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8522875615872753077?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8522875615872753077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8522875615872753077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8522875615872753077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8522875615872753077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-will-get-better.html' title='it will get better....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8761602387348131706</id><published>2011-04-18T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:20:38.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Am in a emotional mess. I am seeing and reading through teary eyes. Even watching a teen bopper on the screen also makes me cry. Is this normal or its just hormonal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8761602387348131706?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8761602387348131706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8761602387348131706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8761602387348131706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8761602387348131706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/boo-hoo.html' title='boo hoo'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3822178175624274422</id><published>2011-04-14T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:42:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Being away from the family is NO FUN. Especially being away from my kids. Especially if its a working trip. And the mood doesn't help also. I have been under&amp;nbsp; black clouds for the past few weeks. I have not feeling up to anything. I don't know why, but cant seem to shake off the sadness and&amp;nbsp;the self esteem is so low at the moment. I seemed&amp;nbsp;to have lost the sparkle.&amp;nbsp;Being a room with the laptop and the tv is not helping to lighten the feeling. I have watched 3 movies, on the tv and on my laptop....ahhh...I am so so bored. I seriously need to get out from this self loathing mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/5557844062046990685-3822178175624274422?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3822178175624274422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3822178175624274422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3822178175624274422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3822178175624274422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-away-from-family-is-no-fun.html' title='hmmm.....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5908812490291922696</id><published>2011-03-30T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:01:12.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Something is in the air! Hmm..cant&amp;nbsp; figure out what actually. Quite mysterious. Ooooooooooo...what can it be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-5908812490291922696?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5908812490291922696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5908812490291922696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5908812490291922696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5908812490291922696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/03/oooooooooo.html' title='Oooooooooo'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-238480673365141038</id><published>2011-01-19T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:48:56.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Had a wake up call recently. Should I cry over it, sleep over it, be very upset or just&amp;nbsp;embrace it. I have opted to embrace it. Lets hope I will have the strenght to overcome the huddle. Thanks hubby for being someone that I can depend on. Muah muah muah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-238480673365141038?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/238480673365141038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=238480673365141038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/238480673365141038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/238480673365141038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-step-at-time.html' title='one step at a time'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3095953637118854572</id><published>2011-01-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T22:12:11.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo.....</title><content type='html'>Am feeling lousy. Had a check up on friday. Down with fever and flu. Did a bmi calculation out of curiosity. Physically i am 66 years old. Boo hoo. I have only myself to blame for this. &amp;nbsp;Boo hoo. This is a harsh wake up call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3095953637118854572?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3095953637118854572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3095953637118854572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3095953637118854572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3095953637118854572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/boo-hoo.html' title='boo hoo.....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6161445380942726768</id><published>2011-01-12T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:43:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wish hubby will stop giving surprises in the negative form. Feeling sad . And honestly tired. I am no longer in the upset mode just plain tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6161445380942726768?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6161445380942726768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6161445380942726768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6161445380942726768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6161445380942726768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wish-hubby-will-stop-giving-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-7805290845543894601</id><published>2011-01-10T07:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:34:48.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Weekends are not meant for resting. Like any other day, its entwined with more moments, episodes and dramas... Tuition, drama &amp;amp; speech and art classes, buying groceries, servicing the car, bits of office work...I was up to my elbows, trying to manoeuvre through all the 'dramas'. One good thing both hubby and I managed to get a 20 minutes interval for US time. We had a good heart to heart talk in the car while waiting for kakak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trying to ask hubby to open up is not an easy task. He has his pride. One lesson I have learnt is if open your heart..look for the beauty around you and others and most of all in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, there will be less dramas in our lives.&lt;/span&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/5557844062046990685-7805290845543894601?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7805290845543894601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=7805290845543894601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7805290845543894601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7805290845543894601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekends-are-not-meant-for-resting.html' title='Less drama'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4525223207118167246</id><published>2011-01-07T08:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T08:16:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one at a time</title><content type='html'>Oops! Aha...taking one moment at a time. Small baby steps...looking forward to some changes..will try not to disappoint myself...Insyaallah. amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4525223207118167246?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4525223207118167246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4525223207118167246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4525223207118167246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4525223207118167246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-at-timef.html' title='one at a time'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-7522224000351631772</id><published>2011-01-05T08:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:10:11.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yet.</title><content type='html'>Nothing is really over until you stop trying. So, its ain't over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-7522224000351631772?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7522224000351631772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=7522224000351631772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7522224000351631772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7522224000351631772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-yet.html' title='Not yet.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1754255254992105778</id><published>2011-01-03T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:48:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise, Accept, Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its the 3rd of January 2011 today. I have made some new year resolutions, some are promises to myself that I have made during the year of 2010 and some are just repeated resolutions. One that I am trying hard to keep is losing the loads of extra weights. Another that is close to my heart is to speak less. I am trying hard to speak less. I believe verbosity is a vice and a burden. Sometimes an intention will be read or heard in negative manner. I have had enough of trying to understand people. I have had enough of leasing parts of my mind, worrying about others...then to be hurt in returned. Enough is Enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless, I will listen more of my girls. Hubby and my girls would be my priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So do not expect an answer to every questions, not all quips will be responded...it may appear that I have distanced myself from others, but that is so far from the truth... the truth is, its the only way to stop any alienation of feelings. The beauty of life is that it is full of contradictions.&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;strong&gt;ACCEPT WHAT YOU MUST, CHANGE WHAT YOU CAN.&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/5557844062046990685-1754255254992105778?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1754255254992105778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1754255254992105778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1754255254992105778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1754255254992105778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-3rd-of-january-2011-today.html' title='Promise, Accept, Change'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3106398563986882629</id><published>2010-12-21T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:51:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck!</title><content type='html'>The human race is full of rats. One big huge RAT is in the form of WKF 136. You can run and hide. You may cost me some monetary loss. Because I am steadfast believer of my faith, thus I know things happened for a reason. There is always a lesson to learn, to be grateful and to be thankful. On the same breath I say this to you, you get back what you give. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3106398563986882629?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3106398563986882629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3106398563986882629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3106398563986882629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3106398563986882629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-luck.html' title='Good luck!'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4228191189349082625</id><published>2010-12-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:33:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont know what to expect tomorrow...but know that there's a lot waiting for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4228191189349082625?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4228191189349082625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4228191189349082625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4228191189349082625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4228191189349082625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-know-what-to-expect-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4062587132449934114</id><published>2010-12-09T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:15:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...</title><content type='html'>Its a wet and cold morning today.The trip to office was quite long..I have so many things on my mind...thinking of this and that. There is somehing at the pit of my stomach and I cant pin point it. Could it be the weather has affected of how I feel today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a ray of sunshine now. Lets hope the sun will shine soon. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4062587132449934114?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4062587132449934114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4062587132449934114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4062587132449934114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4062587132449934114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/12/please.html' title='Please...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1299004365630705665</id><published>2010-12-06T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:29:14.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Would you wait for someone for 559 days...how long would your pined for your soul mate? Do you think you would feel the same giddiness of being in love for the first time  over and over again or will you be more restrained in your thoughts and feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose a love would be such a heartbreak.To lose the ability to love is such a tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1299004365630705665?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1299004365630705665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1299004365630705665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1299004365630705665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1299004365630705665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-222753158917145720</id><published>2010-11-26T08:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T08:27:01.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not music to the ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My conversation with an officer at M late in the evening, " Eh, Puan..ada lagi ke?". Ya Allah. The response was " Ya lah, kalau tak ada, saya tak jawab telefon". Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next conversation with a friend from HQ while driving back " I thought you called me up to tell me some good news..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wei, I dont have any good news and I need some for myself, by the way, kalau I merana kat sini, I want my friends to share the same feelings" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I guess the grass is never greener no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of conversation two days ago with an idiotic person " So, bila puan boleh bagi ulasan puan..saya nak cepat ni". (He had been calling persistently in a kerek manner for the past 2 days, asking this and that..) So, my reply was " En. F...saya baru terima memo En. F..pagi ni, saya ada berbelas agreement atas meja saya ni (over pulak tu..) saya bukan buat kerja En F saja..saya akan jawab lepas waktu lunch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of this entry is- you cant pick and choose your conversations or the person you speak with.Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-222753158917145720?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/222753158917145720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=222753158917145720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/222753158917145720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/222753158917145720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-music-to-ears.html' title='Not music to the ears'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3758579302496585039</id><published>2010-11-14T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:44:43.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is more</title><content type='html'>My promise to myself from today is less talk. After all, verbosity is a vice. Less talk. To my dearest and closest, to my colleagues at work and friends, I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3758579302496585039?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3758579302496585039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3758579302496585039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3758579302496585039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3758579302496585039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-promise-to-myself-from-today-is-less.html' title='Less is more'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-9161941316217211330</id><published>2010-11-10T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:47:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>So yesterday went by in a rather pained manner. Was not feeling well, had two meetings that were equally important. Managed to glide through the first without any injuries but some small cuts. Now the second was quite a headache..literally a headache. I really mean a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nursing a bad headache, with a flu and eyes that were burning for the past 3 days. So, it was difficult to maintain a professional decorum while the elephants were doing some acrobatic stunts on my head and at the same time listening to this particular lady who was making my work and life in the context of this particular assignment a miserable one for the past 1 year. She has been harping her own ideas, her own principles, her needs and her wants without having a single decency to listen to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bit my tongue, sat there,  listen to her going on and on. While listening, thoughts were going through my mind..such a pity, she does not realise that people finds her irrating, some might even loathe her..is she so self absorb that she does not realise that. Its a shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for whatever reasons, I might turn into that person and oh please God forbids...I hope there would be some kind soul who has the decency to snap me out from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what you can with what you have where you are"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-9161941316217211330?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9161941316217211330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=9161941316217211330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9161941316217211330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9161941316217211330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-yesterday-went-by-in-rather-pained.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3734730132534294490</id><published>2010-11-03T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:18:30.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you say so..</title><content type='html'>I realised yesterday that I can be quite a stuck up. That I can be quite arrogant when I refused to accept the inevitable ups and downs of human behaviours. I realised that I do not like to waste my time over trivial things...do not like to be kept waiting, do not like to make eye contacts unnecessarily, I do not like people to think that I have all the time in the world to listen to them work wise, attention hoggers and plain self centered people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get stucked in this situation and people.., I can be quite unpleasant as I will speak in crisped voice..clipped conversation...with a tad of annoyance attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So accept what you must, change what you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3734730132534294490?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3734730132534294490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3734730132534294490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3734730132534294490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3734730132534294490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-realised-yesterday-that-i-can-be.html' title='If you say so..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-633021868123592666</id><published>2010-11-02T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:59:19.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not okay.</title><content type='html'>Its not okay to be nonchalant about other people's feelings.Its not okay for you to not to take a minute to ponder on your mistakes. Its not okay to say things which cannot be retracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not okay to think that you are always right. Its not okay to expect respect.Its not okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-633021868123592666?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/633021868123592666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=633021868123592666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/633021868123592666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/633021868123592666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-okay.html' title='It&apos;s not okay.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4483116463824100446</id><published>2010-10-28T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:26:00.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muah!</title><content type='html'>Its no secret that I want to get out!I have put my case forward..well not officially..and was turned down by my Boss. So, as I always say to myself, make lemonade out of lemons.Thus, the course of my life at the moment will be filled with lemons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that sad? Lets get this into perspective, first of all, I am blessed to have a job. There are millions out there trying to survive, scrapping their lives from morning till dawn. Struggling and not knowing when the next decent meal will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So job wise, those who are lucky enough to be blessed with a job that they love...thats a bonus. But those of us who  are trying to get by..just dont get by, try to the best that you can. Sure there will be sad days, grey sky days..I want to give up days..but there will also be days that make you proud.The truth is...is not what others think of you, is what you think of yourself.Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4483116463824100446?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4483116463824100446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4483116463824100446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4483116463824100446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4483116463824100446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/10/muah.html' title='Muah!'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4938839811202480022</id><published>2010-10-27T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:18:43.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be back soon...</title><content type='html'>Am making a promise to myself that I will not forget this part of me that I enjoy...need to get back to the pleasure of releasing bits and bits of myself for the sake of my sanity. Will be back soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4938839811202480022?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4938839811202480022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4938839811202480022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4938839811202480022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4938839811202480022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/10/be-back-soon.html' title='Be back soon...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6672460516708213209</id><published>2010-08-29T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:23:27.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resigned with the facts that not all sentiments are shared. Accepted the humility of experiences.Tired of giving.Waiting and praying for a change..Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6672460516708213209?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6672460516708213209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6672460516708213209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6672460516708213209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6672460516708213209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/08/resigned-with-facts-that-not-all.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4442500712443995174</id><published>2010-07-26T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:30:32.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLISS</title><content type='html'>TRYING TO CALM MYSELF WITH MAHER ZAIN - THANK YOU ALLAH...AAAAH BLISS..BEFORE THE MONDAY MORNING TURNS INTO LIKE ANY OTHER DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4442500712443995174?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4442500712443995174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4442500712443995174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4442500712443995174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4442500712443995174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/bliss.html' title='BLISS'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5813997481701933126</id><published>2010-07-22T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:25:27.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another episode of madness</title><content type='html'>After five days of topsy turvy life which began with an important call on Friday..today I am at home..on mc..penat. Day one, Saturday..with my staff going through files of documents,perusing,trying to understand accounting terms, business reports..which were way off my league...by senja..mata tak larat,told them to balik..felt bad that they had to work with me on a saturday.,balik kerja...pi Giant beli stuff untuk party with hubby(thanks abang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, Sunday..Sofia and Farhan's birthday party...I didnt do much cooking except for frying bee hoon..and sandwishes..the rest of the menu was just instant food..huhu..not too happy about it, had planned for a menu of pulut kuning, chicken curry, popiah, baked macaroni...but ended up with karipap, puding keras...arrgh..so disappointed with myself..anyway, I always enjoy having my sisters with me..so that lessen the disappointment. What was important, Sofia had a lovely time. Malam tu pulun buat kerja till 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three, Monday.. left for office by 6.30am...had to complete the report before mengadap boss at C..believe it of not, the report that kept me awake the whole nite, when missing..bila sambung kat my desk top, for what ever reasons, after tekan something...it when missing,could not trace it..alhamdullilah I brought my lap top with me..and thank goodness I had the sense to save on my lap top's desk top...so off I went to see my Head...discussion lasted till noon, went to my office to gather some more information, went back after lunch for further discussions and tuning of the report with my Deputy which lasted till 10pm. Bila nak balik I realised, tayar pancit..drove to the nearest petrol station..two good samaritans tried to help..but could not unscrew the last bolt..had to call tow truck..which by the way came on at 1am+ ...had to tow the car back to SB...sampai rumah dah pukul 2 pagi lebih...dragging my big black bag..and tried to have a decent conversation with the cina tow truck on the long and cold journey home..while in head figuring out whether I still have the energy to prepare my lecture notes for the next day...oops..it was already the next day..huhu, anyway hubby was waiting patiently kat rumah. Kesian dia..was too tired to eat, cleaned myself up and crawled to bed.Dalam kepala, sempat ke buat lecture notes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four, Tuesday...got up..cepatnye the alarm went off...did my notes....read the drafted RUU, hubby attended to my car...he had to take half day off ...he went to cari mechanic, it seems kena patahkan the bolt...he called a taxi..off to Putrajaya..sampai PJaya..off I went Bagan Lalang for a day of lecture with the office's car. Lecture was in two sessions..morning and afternoon.Took panadol after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, while I was finishing my lecture at 5.30pm, received a call fom my Head..minta I pi ke C at P'jaya...huhu..explained that it might take me an hour to be there..in my mind, ya allah..macam mana ni, how am I going to go back lepas jumpa dia..how long will the discussion last?..dah lah tak ada kereta ni...kalau habis malam, macam ni...I mean I can minta the office car to sent me to C..tapi macam mana nak balik...huhuhu...the documents and report was at home.Thank goodness she changed her mind and asked me to make the amendments to my report and email to her later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bila balik rumah another episode began, mengadap my computer, forcing hubby to help me with the amendments..I need that extra brain..my mind was so, so tired.. after finishing my amendments..and emailing the report, there were series of smses with boss...argh...my official mail buat hal...at last sampai after the third attempt berjaya..dah tertidur..boss called with instructions to mengadap early in morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day five...further amendments...no lunch..head spinning..more work..was at C the whole day...was feeling so lousy...waited to be called by NO.1...Alhamdullilah..bos did the briefing...balik ke office....could not function, dragged myself home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am at home today..trying to rest...but my day started with smses and calls from office..received an SOS call, No.1..nak buat further amendments...arggh..after some frantic calls..alhamdullilah, managed to pull it off without my presence in C...thanks to my Deputy Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a I said to my deputy yesterday.."Puan, I always have grey clouds over my head. Things will always go wrong" .But I realised that statement might not be so true cos the tayar pancit incident was a blessing from Allah..hubby said when the mechanic managed to remove the tyre selepas dipecahkan bolt, it was in bad condition..dah berpecah..so syukur alhamdullilah, it did not burst while I was driving...that night also make me realised that there are still kind gentlemen out there willing to help a lady in distress..En. Razali waited with me till the tow truck arrived and asked me to be careful, he asked for my hand phone number and called me up yesterday, just to check whether I was okay (he was the first person to help me from 10pm+)...En. Shamsul (which I later realised was my junior in service and at Uni) kept me company with En. Razali till I shooed him off at 12am..he was at the petrol station with his wife and kids, helped me, later sent them back, then returned with more tools to help me..as to my bosses at C..they have helped and guided me..I know, thats the not the end of the matter..infact I can forsee more to come from that report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, my kak chick had said to me after my sesi luahan sms this morning, I have 2 lovely girls and a loving husband..I need to focus on them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-5813997481701933126?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5813997481701933126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5813997481701933126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5813997481701933126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5813997481701933126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-episode-of-madness.html' title='Another episode of madness'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2564453108180219740</id><published>2010-07-11T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:26:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo hoo</title><content type='html'>I accidentally tukar (boleh ke accidentally?), actually yup...I thought I was just testing/ previewing the templates..but OMG..I couldn't retrack to my old design..I don't really mind the new design but unfortunately there were some items that went missing..huhu. Anyway, today's boo hoo is actually, hubby and my little Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepa ni tengah tidur tak ingat dunia...I tried to sleep for the past 1 and an half hour..lying still with my eyes shut trying to fall asleep tapi tak boleh. It is such a boo hoo with these two senang aje letak kepala and tidur. Boo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2564453108180219740?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2564453108180219740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2564453108180219740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2564453108180219740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2564453108180219740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo hoo'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2145964535718984614</id><published>2010-07-07T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:13:43.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the only way to get through life is to have lots of humour.. see life through a rose coloured tinted glasses...do what ever that works for you..as for me..when I get upsets in a meeting, I would silently say a few naughty things to myself..something to lessen the impact..something to make it lighter.The best part is that you might be cursing the chairman in your mind and he doesnt know about it..or I would look at that person..and say this to myself.."hahaha..you dont know what I think of you". It may sound childish, but what the heck..its your mind..it can be silly and stupid..but its fun. You may pretend to be serious..but you are cracking up inside. Aahh..thats the beauty of having some humour.Lalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2145964535718984614?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2145964535718984614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2145964535718984614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2145964535718984614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2145964535718984614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/07/haha.html' title='lalala..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2397950870235363299</id><published>2010-06-28T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:05:44.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FLOWERS ARE BLOSSOMING...</title><content type='html'>I am still not able to accept it. It is inevitable...but I didn't realise that it would be that fast. My little girl has grown up. She had her first period yesterday. I am still learning to accept this..in my eyes, she is still my little girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I relate the news to a equally shocked hubby, I told him how it was arwah Pak and not mak who told me about the birds and the bees. And how Pak told me what to do with period..that I would not be able to fast..how to clean myself...it was quite weird to hear this from Pak but somehow I was not embarrassed by it. Besides him, mak didnt say much, infact she didn't tell me what to do...infact none of my sisters helped me through my first day or week of period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hubby being the sweet father he is had a talk to Athira about facts of life...about period..the dos and the donts..with me at the corner, adding in what ever that was necessary...for the first time, I spoke to her in a grown up manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought the day would come so soon...am trying to adapt to this new phase of her life.. my girl is growing up fast...while the mum is adjusting to it with a tinge of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SPRING IS IN THE AIR..THE FLOWERS ARE BLOSSOMING.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2397950870235363299?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2397950870235363299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2397950870235363299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2397950870235363299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2397950870235363299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/flowers-are-blossoming.html' title='THE FLOWERS ARE BLOSSOMING...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8719677120358191485</id><published>2010-06-24T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:06:32.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you see it, can you hear it?</title><content type='html'>They say women are unpredictable. That women cant decide what they want and most of all women do not know what they want. Well, there are some truth to that. Women are unpredictable and its no sacred secret that woman at times DONT KNOW what they want. I guess that's what makes a woman a woman.Women and men are not cut from the same cloth. Women are not being a pain in the ass if they cant decide in making small decision as in choosing between the pink lipstick or the lighter shade of mauve..but yet can be so certain in making decisions that are life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are such delicate but yet resilient creature..thanks to Allah the All Mighty..we are able to withstand the pain of child birth and yet cry at the sight of thing that might tug our hearts. We can cry ourselves silly to some sick love romantic movies...and yet some have the incredible strengh to shoulder the heavy responsibilities.... To all types of woman,whether we are different in physical or our mental abilities. We all want to be understood by men...but sometimes we do not we let ourselves to be understood.I wonder at times whether its our own way of putting on a "self protection" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men on the other hand can be such pain the ass. They have only one thing in their mind. Their needs comes first..the other insignificant things will just falls in line..They can be arrogant and quite egoistic about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no arguments that men are Khalifah of the world..infact I embrace and welcome it..that was what intended by the All Mighty..I want to be lead, I want to be protected and I want to be loved and needed. Women's liberation? It's over rated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I all know is that sometimes, women are to be blamed for giving all sort of signals and messages. What we forget to realise is that the man's mind can only decipher things that are clear and unclouded. We tend to think with our emotions..men on the other hand are said to think only logically..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need to do is SPEAK UP..STATE your needs and wants..Stop playing some mind games, which have no rules or the rules are made by you..just say it. Why do women expect men to read their mind. I for one, do not want him to read my mind..I would like him to know what I want.Enough of pretending that everything is fine and dandy..just speak up, you have a voice to speak..speak up, but speak in the way that reflects the beautiful and sensitive being you are...speak with humility and sincerity, speak from the heart...It it more bearable to live in a life of what you want than what is expected of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time, when we sulk or curled up in foetal position, sobbing our hearts out..blaming him, blaming others, blaming the world...just pause and think..whether we have ourselves to blame for giving the wrong signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK INTO THE MIRROR..TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8719677120358191485?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8719677120358191485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8719677120358191485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8719677120358191485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8719677120358191485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-you-see-it-can-you-hear-it.html' title='can you see it, can you hear it?'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8658944035148572288</id><published>2010-06-22T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:36:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET IT LAST PLEASE</title><content type='html'>I thought that a last minute call to a four day course would be a something that I would look forward too..on &lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;, smses from my PA asking me about this and that...smses from colleagues..asking on the status of this and that..so, I dragged my feet back to office to finish some urgent matters...&lt;strong&gt;day two&lt;/strong&gt;..perused an agreement while trying hard to listen to the speaker..tomorrow will be &lt;strong&gt;day three&lt;/strong&gt;..I don't know what to expect..anyway met my former officer while having lunch alone at the canteen instead at the Dewan Makan...there's a story on why I am eating alone instead of joining the other participants...that another story to tell..anyway, lets not digress ..It was nice to meet up with a friendly face...we had a lovely chit chat, she looked so stressed..it seems things are pretty bad, I am so grateful that I have left the place with no regrets..alhamdullilah..anyway, she shared something that was pleasant to the ears..it lifted my spirits..but I told myself..lets not get overly excited..knowing my luck the bubbles would burst soon..but I would not kid myself...a candy is a candy..just enjoy it while it last ..and it does not last long. So hopefully, the sweetness of the candy would last for a couple more days..and hopefully the next two days would be bearable..no urgent matters to attend to, no office calls to answer..lets hope for some peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU, I AM GRATEFUL FOR THE KIND WORDS.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8658944035148572288?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8658944035148572288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8658944035148572288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8658944035148572288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8658944035148572288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-it-last-please.html' title='LET IT LAST PLEASE'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1205425945496423522</id><published>2010-06-11T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T09:20:48.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up.</title><content type='html'>It seems that two can play the same game. Who sets the rule?..well,there are no rules.You want out...well, its too late..lay your cards on the table. Fed up with your attitude..fed up with giving and giving and giving...just FED UP!Period!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1205425945496423522?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1205425945496423522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1205425945496423522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1205425945496423522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1205425945496423522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/fed-up.html' title='Fed up.'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6490091511728033957</id><published>2010-06-06T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:48:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So innappropriate</title><content type='html'>Is it normal to look at people and say this.."why is he or her with that girl or guy.." Do you feel like a bitch for being cynical or is it normal..and people would do like wise to you..hahaha..I remembered receiving a call from lil sis about this...she had called me up to tell me that she met a couple that was so "different"..and her views were quite catty..meow! .hahaha..I wonder whether there are any people who have have passed any remarks when they see me with hubby...personally I don't think we have something that is so contrast of each other that anyone would be bothered to say anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about appearance, I asked dearest hubby whether I was appropriately dressed this morning for a trip to beli surat khabar..I was dressed in jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt..what wrong with look?..well, I was more concerned about the t-shirt which was quite snug..what I didn't expect was hubby's reply.."nampak macam kakak kerani"...hello?..what do you mean with that?..as I pried and pushed hubby to justify that answer..he just could not..so, am not pleased at all with hubby.Quite frankly, I do not understand his answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, especially husbands..can be so irratating...why..why..cant they think before they come up with more appropriate answers...I think they take the pleasure of saying dumb things...just for the sake of shutting you up..ooooh  so inappropriate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6490091511728033957?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6490091511728033957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6490091511728033957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6490091511728033957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6490091511728033957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-innappropriate.html' title='So innappropriate'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4596263019266335227</id><published>2010-06-01T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:01:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In our own ways..</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABANG...today sambut hubby's birthday dengan berdating dua orang without the kids..selalunya rasa guilty kalau berjalan just the two of us..but today it felt just right.The morning started with something quite boring, pergi ke LDHN buat appeal. Lepas tu pi ke 1 Utama to service my car..had a light breakfast of kueh nyonya..a bit of shopping..as usual hubby felt out of place at the lingerie section..then it was off to the shoes section..he enjoys looking at shoes..tapi pelik tak beli..pi bayar bills..then it was off to Jalan Ipoh for ikan bakar. Hubby picked this place..I thought he would would have picked somewhere fancy since it was a birthday treat for him..tapi hubby nak sangat makan ikan bakar pulak..anyway it turned out to be a good choice cause lunch was sedap..it was finger licking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop believe or not was a karaoke session in the Curve..hubby was not too keen about karaokeing..but managed to persuade him..we ended having fun singing our hearts out, the throat was felt dry jugak walaupun asyik berminum..menyanyi ikut sedap hati aje..habis pitching lari..Oh ya, it was suppose to be a couple's booth..yunno untuk couple duduk dalam gelap-gelap but when we went in..the first thing we did was cari the switch for lights, meraba-raba mencari sampaikan hubby accidently tertutup switch karoake set..hahaha..takut tak nampak kalau tak ada lampu..anyway, I think we had too much fun..lepas tu pening kepala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was MPH ..bought some cards..one for the kids to ayah..and a mushy card from mama.A birthday would not be a birthday without a cake..so beli cake..its more for Sofia than the ayah..she gets more excited in singing and blowing the candles than ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day may not be exciting for a young couple..but enough for both of us..how we have grown to be more sensible and quite boring...believe it or not that was enough fun for us..and believe it or not our first date was 22 years ago.. at Kenanga Inn at UiTM..makan dinner...how time have changed us...Kalau dulu masa hubby belum dapat  motorbike kapchai..boleh jalan kaki dari Bus stand Klang ke Sungai Wang..sekarang ni kalau boleh hubby nak park kereta kat parking lot yang paling dekat untuk mengelak berjalan..kalau dulu suka tengok wayang..sekarang ni pi tengok wayang on my own or with the kids and occasionally he will join us..kalau dulu boleh berborak berjam-jam on the phone..now the conversation is about the kids, what to eat for dinner..kalau dulu boleh serenade me to sleep (masa zaman awal-awal kahwin dulu)..now he will fall asleep while talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dearest hubby, we may not have the energy to be do the things that we did 22 years ago...nevertheless we can still have fun together. Happy Birthday dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;SOME THINGS TURNED FOR THE BETTER..."  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4596263019266335227?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4596263019266335227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4596263019266335227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4596263019266335227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4596263019266335227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-our-own-ways.html' title='In our own ways..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-241836585064893211</id><published>2010-05-31T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:07:11.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>As usual, there are phases in life that one goes through..most of the time you will end up feeling hurt, disappointed, hurt and SICK. The irony is that it will not stop you..but instead you will get up, again and again and again till pure exhaustion hits you. Then you will hit hard.. kneeling on your knees, cupped hands in the air, praying hard to Allah for mercy, for guidance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel a sense of loss..a sense of disappointment...what have you done wrong..what road do you take.....do you follow your instincts..why does things can be so complicated...do I need to become the better person...my privacy is violated...I feel so alone..so alone ..so helpless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to be doing the right thing..it seems everything at this moment is moving in a slow motion..unnecessary words are said then regretted..sorry doesn't change anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness hubby understands...but is this fair on me? On him?..all I am asking is for someone to listen..listen hard...and for some directions.... what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SOME RESPONSIBILITIES ARE JUST HARD TO CARRY.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-241836585064893211?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/241836585064893211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=241836585064893211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/241836585064893211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/241836585064893211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6899843511982773491</id><published>2010-05-01T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:28:32.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....I tak nak jawab...</title><content type='html'>Since I am on mc till Monday, I had a lot time on my hands yesterday..so, I watched Asmaradana episode 1 till 14 and continued till episode 24 this afternoon.I was also busy interacting on the FB, I was in a very good mood since Remy accepted me as his friend on FB. Woo Hoo, this when on till (the mood)evening...maybe I was pumped up with too much steroids..the medications must have got the better of me..or what ever...What I want to relate is the telenovela episode with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this..the scene was set in the late evening, hubby just got back from work. He looked tired and stressed out..as he sat on his favourite chair at the door..looking so drained..I stroked his face..and said "you looked so stressed, office okay ke? What happened at office?"..he replied "ok..biasalah"..so I continued stroking his face and said this "abang, when you look at me, what do you see?"..he replied.."I see you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said " well, when I looked at you, I see the man I love". He didn't expect that response from me..he was quite taken aback..if only I could describe his looks..macam terkejut but yet pleased. Tu lah, kalau ni telenovela..there would the lagu iringan at the background..yunoo the soft sentimental song..ala-ala Nur Kasih.The next scene would be this, the hero would lovingly ambik tangan heroin and bring it to his lips....then the scene stops..to be continued in the next episode. Hehehe...apalah hubby ni tak boleh jadi romantic sikit...he just looked at me...Mesti hubby ingat..what's up with the wife ..Wife buat macam ni, dah suspense..I chuckled and had a good laugh later. Tu lah Hubby...tak ada ala-ala Adam Hassan langsung.Macam mana wife tak angau tengok Adam Hassan, Asp Kamal, Mat Bunga....hmm..siapa nak jawab ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6899843511982773491?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6899843511982773491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6899843511982773491' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6899843511982773491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6899843511982773491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmmi-tak-nak-jawab.html' title='Hmm....I tak nak jawab...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1291627162963679379</id><published>2010-04-24T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:57:52.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you too...</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to do my posting first then read the blogs of my family and friends..I was suppose to write about my birthday lunch that I had with a very close and dear friend..Azu. I was about to relate the things we spoke about..the things we did in the short pace of time..she was on a mission to get a new sofa set..we couldn't speak much as time was against us...and I had Sofia with me..you cant have a decent conversation, when you have to have a third eye on a child...our conversations was about our children...how we have changed...I think we all changed for the better.Thank you Azu for the birthday lunch..it compensated for hubby's lack of presence..thank you for the cooking book..I will try to do justice to it. Thank you for not being judgemental about my kegilaan..I think you faham..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to share how I spend my 43th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I was side tracked by the posting I read on Kak Chick's blog.Thank you Kak Chick for the words of encouragement..I was overwhelmed with it and could feel the sincerity of your words. I don't know whether I could achieve much...I don't know whether I could make Pak proud..he has such a big shoes to fill ..nevertheless, I will try my best..its not easy Kak Chick, arwah Pak was just not a father, he was a mentor, a protector, my security blanket..to me, I would always be his little girl, trying hard to please him..what I missed about him was his just his presence and his hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were left with such a big legacy..big responsibilities..I remembered an incident that shaped my future. I remembered clearly,we were at Yang's place, Wa Wan Mat came over..the adults were talking...I was looking at a historical/pictorial book..when Wa tanya..what was my ambition..I said "nak jadi lawyer". Wa kata "baguih tu..cita2 besaq". Yang (one of my favourite uncle)laughed and gave some words of encouragement. Pak just smiled and nodded his head. He looked pleased. To me that was enough, that was encouragement...to me that was his blessing. I was 14 years old then..with that etched in my mind, I worked hard towards pursuing my dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Kak Chick, I am still trying...like you said, the legacy is hard to carry...we were raised by parents that were decent and hard working people..we were instilled with principles that they themselves we raised...we have Datuk Haji Wan Ismail and Wan Abdul Hamid's blood running through our veins..I cant honestly say with confident that there is something great in the waiting for me. That I think would be arrogant of me..but I know for certainty is that the road will not be easy.If I could achieve a quarter of what Pak was..I would be grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kak Chick from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for the loving words of encouragement..I not only have the steps of arwah father to follow but the steps taken by my sisters..sisters who have shaped me, sisters who are there to guide and support, sisters who are not judgemental..sisters who allow me to make mistakes, sisters who have sacrifices on their own...sisters that I know will be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a strong lady with a good head on your shoulders. You have your heart at the right place..but I feel that you may feel disappointed with the circumstances surrounding you..this I feel is because you have high expectations of your peers,of your students,of your subordinates and your loved ones.You expect the best from everyone because you gave your best. That I understand,the frustration of knowing that things can be better.That perfections is within your grasps but slips away not due to you but the fault of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to know, is that you have left your marks..you have touched the lives of so many people.. you have nurtured and guided ...you have a lot more to give...and you will not be contented until you have given it all..with that I raise my hat to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES WE DO NOT REALISE THAT WE WERE BORN WITH A PURPOSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1291627162963679379?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1291627162963679379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1291627162963679379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1291627162963679379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1291627162963679379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-too.html' title='I love you too...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3093854704308691062</id><published>2010-04-17T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:29:50.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hot chocolate...</title><content type='html'>I guess I must have step over some boundaries...for that I apologise. But to keep my thoughts bounded, sealed and kept under locks would be insane. I would not apologise for giving my honest views. I used to be stepped on...not now...I want to be heard but at the same time, I want to be sensitive to others and I think I deserve the same treatment. Lets be respectful. Respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that it is so difficult to respect and be respectful.I would want people to respect me for my values, for decency, for being myself...not because of my position. But the truth is, you cant force people to respect you...you need to earn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This posting is not a sesi meluah perasaan. On the contrary. I am in a good mood actually. I have been quite a naughty girl actually. Haha...too naughty to reveal...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that I cant control everything..it's not possible..it's nature..its beyond human nature...semuanye kuasa Allah swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sit back...banyak berdoa...berdoa...berdoa thats all that I can do.Lets hope..career wise, ada rezeki lain...ada benda, you just have to tolerate and persistently berdoa.. Macam nak minta hubby to stop smoking...hmm, nothing much can be done there.Its easier to submit your case to the judge...then persuading hubby to stop being a chimney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that...lets day dream about hot chocolate...yummy...my tall hunky hot chocolate...hubby is more of nescafe...he can still stir me up, dont get me wrong...but caffeine gives me headaches..and also berangin...hahaha...he is going to wring my neck ....hubby doesn't read my blog anyway...so its safe...hahaha. He thinks, its safe to let his wife to tinker on the keyboards ...so that he can have his time also on the other computer...surfing the internet...or watching football...or reading newspapers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight while he is watching football,drinking mugs of nescafe...smoking like a chimney..his adorable wife will be watching Nur Kasih again...escaping into my world of Adam Hassan...swooning at Remy Ishak...ahh bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;CHOCOLATES MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3093854704308691062?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3093854704308691062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3093854704308691062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3093854704308691062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3093854704308691062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-hot-chocolate.html' title='My hot chocolate...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4112507836708789521</id><published>2010-04-13T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:44:30.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes maam....</title><content type='html'>Maybe I had too much fun on Sunday, the bubble has burst now.I had waited more than 2 weeks for the event..met RI, he is so dreamy.But feeling of excitement and the rush of madness has settled down. Quite frankly, for some unknown reason....am feeling kind of "flat" and quite frustrated.Had a meeting in KL today, so met lil sis for lunch..showed the spread of delicious photos of RI...bila balik ke pejabat, I was ambushed with so many things..the meeting in the evening was okay...it went on without any problem...tapi the incoming calls, emails and the files that were increasing into a mountain from a hill was most depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.Am not complaining, just feeling quite down. Could it be that I will be getting my period next week thus I am in this emo-coaster or just plain lack of interest in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the news that I got from Dato Alex was not something I expected.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that bibik is on a tantrum mode and my lack of communication with her is taking a toll on me. Maybe. She left the house last weekend, pi urut..tak balik ke rumah...did not inform me about spending a night with her friends...only told Zubir...lepas tu Sunday balik lewat...did not bother to call us to tell when she will be returning home....then she got the cheek to ask Zubir hantar duit balik Indon on Monday...kononnye nak bayar motor...she thinks..bila cakap aje, terus hantar on the same day...Bank bergerak kot..tak ingat we are busy with work...lepas tu, minta her one month bonus to be sent together....amboi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must treat myself to a movie next week.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A MOMENT OF MADNESS CAN BE SO SWEET"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4112507836708789521?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4112507836708789521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4112507836708789521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4112507836708789521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4112507836708789521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-maam.html' title='Yes maam....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6992397348807725429</id><published>2010-04-10T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:14:55.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green is not my colour...</title><content type='html'>Today's activities was a bit of shopping, lunch at Homst Taman Tun,tengok dvd and tidur petang..I dragged hubby and the kids for a bit shopping at the Curve..my mind was set on buying a birthday gift for a birthday bash that I have to attend tomorrow. Its difficult to buy a gift for a guy..and hubby was not helpful at all..he does not offer any suggestions...could it be lack of interest or a bit of jealousy on his part..hmm..I wonder. Anyway, I ended up buying a NIKE knapsack and an Adidas knapsack for hubby...there, I hope he is happy..lets hope he will make me happy on my birthday...looking at the surrounding circumstances fat chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about circumstances, I am amaze with some of my friends lifestyles..hmm,rezeki masing-masing berbeza...they have the money to splurge here and there...the things that they talk about in the FB...I can only wonder...they must be making a huge amount of money. I guess we live in a different world altogether...I can only read in envy...Mercedes, holidays,shoppings, clothes...LV bags..running their on businesses,these are ladies who are at the peak of their careers with equally successful husbands, my, the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for me, I still drive in my faithful 5 year old Wira with all the scratches,the only overseas trip I have made is to Singapore,no blackberry just a reliable Nokia (about 3 years old), don't have any expensive gadgets, cant afford an LV bag, dress modestly, no beautiful furnitures...only one modest house...I can only imagine the stuffs that they have...wah...but would I trade my life with them...alhamdulillah, career wise, I think I am okay...eventhough I am always complaining about being stress..to be honest would I choose to lead a different live? ...no, all I want is some savings for the rainy days, healthy kids, to perform haj with the family,a better health,continous support and understanding from hubby...and spiritually to be more religiously enlightened.On a personal note...I would like to lessen this obsession that I have over someone...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the whole family will attending a birthday do..lets hope there will not be any tantrums from kids and hubby(?!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"We can only dream..and be grateful for Allah's blessings.Amin"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6992397348807725429?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6992397348807725429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6992397348807725429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6992397348807725429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6992397348807725429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-activities-was-bit-of-shopping.html' title='Green is not my colour...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3796159337616264454</id><published>2010-04-04T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:42:01.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...again..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's check up was fine, although I was tired of waiting...pi register, buat blood test, menunggu for the results and then baru dah jumpa doc...lambat jugak, masuk jumpa doc dah rasa mengantuk,so bila Dr. Hew tanya how are you? I jawab fine but sleepy.. anyway the results were good...Dr. Hew kata I boleh frame it...now that was a bit extreme eh Doc? But, as usual, the usual comments..'you have to lose some weight..make time for exercise...cut down on nasi lemak....makan nasi putih...cut down sugar consumption...blah...blah". "Walking in shopping complex is fine...but the meals that follows it is not fine...". I have been hearing this all my life...I just dont know what to think anymore...the jalan cerita got worst bila a young lady tanya I masa kat cafe..I was having my late brunch..."kakak follow up dengan doctor mana"... I said " ah aa, follow up asthma dengan Dr. Hew"...somehow, dalam kepala I pikir why dia tanya pasai follow up...when she got up to leave..I baru perasaan la, mengandung...alahai, so dia pikir I mengandung TOO....ah..I definitely need to lose weight. AHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway balik dari hopital rasa badan tak sedap...demam...adik dah demam since last nite...I masak cepat-cepat..jam dah 1 pm plus...buat masak lemak ikan keli salai (ayah dah beli ikan keli salai kat pasar tani), ayah buat omelet and sayur sawi goreng ikan masin...and sambal, baguih dapat hubby boleh tolong masak ni..anyway that was lunch. Lepas makan, rehat, solat..ayah bawak adik pi klinik..Lepas tu tidur dengan adik..we were so tired...mata tak larat nak bukak. Tak boleh pi open house Syu. Tak larat. Missed the company and food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni, masih rasa lousy but better than yesterday..it's already noon, grocery tak pi beli lagi, tak pi bayar lagi cc and phone bill..kerja bawa balik tak tengok-tengok lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT SOME SPRINKLES PLEASE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s..jumpa lagi ASP Kamal last week. He is hot...sizzling..hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3796159337616264454?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3796159337616264454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3796159337616264454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3796159337616264454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3796159337616264454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/04/sighagain.html' title='Sigh...again..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6830787772928931168</id><published>2010-03-26T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:50:11.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alahai...ASP KAMAL</title><content type='html'>I am such a sucker for men in uniforms..except for Pak Guards...hahaha.I have always had a soft spot for man looking so deliciously divine in uniforms..In fact hubby, after graduated pun teringin nak masuk Police Force..maybe because practically half of the family were serving in the police force.. tapi tak jadi. So please excuse me if I have the HOTS for ASP Kamal....Hmm,this is MY MCDREAMY...hehehe.I was swooning over him. This lady agak tak sedar diri...could this be my mid life crisis ( so soon ah...still in my early forties me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might questioned my taste...or lack of taste...(who cares!)but...I was...basically reminding myself that I have a hubby yang sedang menanggung sakit...jatuh bike...yeah..Again!..at home...sementara wifenye...seronok mencuci mata...alahai...macam makan chocolate...sedap..something sinful can be such a pleasure..hehehe.I am not going to aplogise for this entry..nobody reads them anyway...this is for my own indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about indulgence...I had to repeatedly, yes, repeatedly..beristighfar..Ya Allah, hamba mu sememangnye lemah..iman tergoncang...mujur this applies only to ASP Kamal...tak pernah pulak dulu kat court, hari-hari jumpa polis jadi macam ni...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...tak sangka kan...this lady who appears to be sensible...can be SO the opposite ..well, only at times. To my darling hubby, who knows me inside and out..my weakness is that tell I you everything..even about ASP Kamal..I know you will tolerate this episode of ...what shall I say...lack of sound moral values...ya, ya.... I LOVE YOU TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6830787772928931168?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6830787772928931168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6830787772928931168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6830787772928931168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6830787772928931168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/alahaiasp-kamal.html' title='Alahai...ASP KAMAL'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-7302007489714501545</id><published>2010-03-08T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:46:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kita bukan orang putih..</title><content type='html'>So, I told myself this morning that I would let my mind control my emotions for today.Well, I must say, although I am feeling tired..somehow overall it was quite okay..at least I still have the energy to do my posting eh.So, I must teach myself to have the control of mind over emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take one day at a time. which reminds me...I want to organise my closet...uncluttered the mess..remove unwanted stuff...throw out all the 'rubbish' that have been accumulating in my files and almari. I think I have inherited the trait from Pak..I keep things for sensible reasons..I maybe need them in the future.But sometimes, what is sensible now, can be just pure rubbish in the future.That explains for the surat-menyurat yang I simpan dalam files...paper cuttings yang kononnye for some interest and knowledge...drawings that kakak and adik buat...some pieces of mementos from friends..scriblings...One scribblings yang I cherish tapi dah hilang...some words of encouragement from Pak that hilang bersama purse yang kena curi masa beratur naik bus 222 from Bas Stand Klang to Shah Alam...sedih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak apalah, yang pentingnye memories tu...by the way, tadi I tanya hubby macam mana dia lamar I, I cant remember...why the question? Because I tertengok dalam tv tadi...hubby cakap I suruh Abang Bakri and Kak Ha masuk minang..."kita bukan macam orang putih..nak cakap will you marry me". Well, to be honest I do not remember the actual words or when he proposed...I guess there was no proper proposal...alahai, terfikir balik tak romantik la hubby ni. Or maybe romance is over rated. Dulu ada rasa all giddy and goey...maybe, age is creeping up with me...well, lets be fair, hubby had his fair chance at being romantic. Sometimes, words are best left unsaid...let action speaks...but without words..we are just living in silence, not that we are both living in silence..not with two kids...we can barely have decent conversation...bila the kids dah tidur baru boleh sembang-sembang...syok jugak sembang malam-malam ni...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya pagi tadi adik kata.."sempit la"...amboi, si adik ni, siapa yang menyempit ni...both the parents yang selalu sakit belakang...tidur kat tepi katil, macam nak jatuh aje..adik seperti biasa tidur ikut sedap hati aje...pusingan 360 darjah...tidur dengan budak kecik  best, dia suka peluk and boleh peluk-peluk. Nanti bila dah besar sikit dah tak nak peluk-peluk dah. Tapi too much of peluk, rimas jugak...yang jadi mangsa adik sekarang is ayah...macam-macam aksi adik tidur with ayah...anak ayah...she gets away with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-7302007489714501545?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7302007489714501545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=7302007489714501545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7302007489714501545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7302007489714501545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/kita-bukan-orang-putih.html' title='Kita bukan orang putih..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-7741298190171328258</id><published>2010-03-08T06:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:32:41.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be...</title><content type='html'>The mind is such a powerful tool. I am trying to test whether my moods can be control by my mind instead of my emotions. I am expecting a full lousy day today. There are 2 meetings scheduled today which I have been dreading since last week. Lets see whether I can breeze through it without any major setback. By the way, am supposed to be driving to work by now...hmm, lets just not rush eh...So,let it be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-7741298190171328258?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/7741298190171328258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=7741298190171328258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7741298190171328258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/7741298190171328258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8921362171659255529</id><published>2010-03-04T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:32:41.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying...</title><content type='html'>Was looking forward for the weekend.So much.Was looking forward to see Aqil.So dissapointed.I have to work this weekend. Two full days.Trying hard to accept the situation.Trying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST CANT SWALLOW ANY MORE LEMONADES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8921362171659255529?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8921362171659255529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8921362171659255529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8921362171659255529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8921362171659255529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/03/trying.html' title='Trying...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4145658942799764121</id><published>2010-02-21T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:47:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words, they say too much. Love comes in silence &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4145658942799764121?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4145658942799764121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4145658942799764121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4145658942799764121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4145658942799764121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2782177419505797201</id><published>2010-02-19T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:22:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just plain tiredness, maybe my period is due soon, maybe its just plain clash of personalities, maybe napoleon needs to start a fight, maybe its just another lesson to be learned, maybe its just another endless story to tell.Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to be a better person spiritually...trying to take everything in stride...trying to make lemonades out of lemons, trying to be a good Muslim, trying to be contended with what life has to offer. To be humble with what Allah swt has for me. Trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I had a clash of opinions with a person I called Napoleon..Little N. Geram sangat-sangat.He went "blah...blah...blah", bercakap tak pandang kiri kanan...pakai redah aje, my ears was so sore. Surprisingly, although I was so annoyed with Little N,even though my hands were shaking as I was speaking...nevertheless, I spoke in a polite and sweet manner (bukan puji tapi the truth, hahaha). I didnt raise my voice..although Little N was so very rude...I realised that while the words were coming out of my mouth...I wanted to be dignified...I didnt want to stoop to his level.He is short anyway (oops!sorry!)Dah lah tu. Closure. I dah lepas perasaan kat lil sis tadi. Tak nak waste my time and energy writing about it.Let this end abruptly. Enough.I am NOT going to let Little N occupies a part of this beautiful mind.Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see....&lt;br /&gt;There is something to look forward to...am going to be a grandma..the first cucu for the Omarians..walaupun technically dah ada cucu on Zubir's side..but its not the same.Should I be called Tok Chik..because I am supposed to be mak cik but ended as Cippa@Cikpa.Or maybe Nana Cik...Nana Cikpa..nanna...or plain TOK.Maybe lepas tengok Ali Junior, it will come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Athira and Sofia will be aunties...how I love babies...maybe Aisyah and Ali will let me babysit once awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SET ASIDE SOME TIME TO DAY DREAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2782177419505797201?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2782177419505797201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2782177419505797201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2782177419505797201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2782177419505797201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4844822038756699472</id><published>2010-02-16T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:37:50.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to routine</title><content type='html'>My last posting was on 27 January..so, it's been about 20 days eh...how time flies so fast eh.I have been up and about at home, at office...dah lama tak baca blog orang...blog sendiri pun not updated. Guilty of that. My mitigation is that I have been consumed with everything.The last 3 days have been filled with sleep and more sleep. On Saturday..lil sis and I went to see Konsert Satu Suara..best..tapi sayang we were at the top level...gayat..and terpaksa hulur kepala and badan kedepan. So, the next visit to IB will not be tinggi ke atas. The next time, kena keluarkan duit lebih lagi..Oh ya, managed to watched Valentine's Day in the morning..hmm,I think I was the only person without a partner...I coupled with my chezzels..but the movie was not my cup of tea. Did not enjoy it.The kids spend some quality time with hubby...I think they got on his nerves...hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was filled with tidur again but cook a storm with hubby for lunch..petang pi makan tauhu bakar and ABC kat Giant Shah Alam...Monday..was a lazy affair, I fried mee..had that for breakfast..hubby watched rugby...so mama tidur lagi, petang pi ke One Utama. Mama beli banyak bunga kat Lovely Lace for my office...sometimes one needs to indulge for one's sanity...beli bantal untuk adik and ayah kat LQ..tapi ayah tak nak, so mama dapat bantal baru...I teringin nak makan cake, ended up, with rest nak cakes too, so tapau some cakes at Secret Recipes.. I realised I did not buat any kerja pejabat yang diusung balik dengan beratnya ke rumah...So tonight, the last nite of this long but short weekend (huh?!)...nampaknya kena burn the midnight oil...how I deserve this for being so lazy....hah! Back to routine.Argh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;IT PAYS TO BE SENSIBLE....AT TIMES&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks Amal for Mat Bunga...it was hilarious...RI was really Mat Bunga,hilang macho...hahahha..tapi seronok...hahaha..to me, he is still DREAMY ...hahaha...ya..ya, I tengok jugak malam tu walaupun kepala penuh dengan suara FT and CT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4844822038756699472?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4844822038756699472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4844822038756699472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4844822038756699472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4844822038756699472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-routine.html' title='Back to routine'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-161780164387213844</id><published>2010-01-27T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:22:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am so tired..very tired. The only thing that I can write is about work..since work takes a big chunk of my life at the moment. I have worked for the past 16 years plus in this line...minus my chambering days..I have gone through with different types of bosses, different types of problems, different types of scenarios...different types of people...the back stabbing, the office politics...the nonsense that one has to put up with work..the ups and downs.I thought I have seen it all...wrong, am so very wrong. The truth is everyone gets upsets, stressed, tired...with work at any point of their life. So,I should not be complaining.Mana ada orang yang tak pernah rasa nak give up...there are millions out there. Without sounding so arrogant, I feel that I can motivate people.. bila ada kawan or my officers/staff yang nampak ada problem..I tend to find the root of the problem and build them up again..but somehow I have lost that feeling...I cant longer motivate myself...I say to myself..setiap yang jadi ada hikmahnya...true..but sometimes when the mind and the body are not in sync..you tend to feel so low...so down..so frustrated.Is it fair to complain and sigh...tak bersyukur ke dengan rezeki yang diberiNYA.Semua orang ada masalah..kenapa nak merungut sangat...bila dengar usrah or ceramah agama...rasa tersentap...Ya Allah..betapa lalainya diri ini...but at the same time, I cant help but feel lousy. I dont know whether I am just going through a difficult phase in life or I need some help.The sad part is that I dont have the time to speak to any close friends about this..tak ada masa. Believe or not, I dont have friends at work..I only socialise at meetings when it is needed of me to do so..Nak bercakap dengan kawan-kawan on a daily basis...jangan harap..I have gone through months without talking with friends..occassionaly I might sms a close friend kalau dah tahan sangat..kalau rasa nak cakap untuk release tension sikit, I will call lil sister..itu pun kalau dia layan I.I used to have a close group of friends at work..zaman kat Jalan Raja..(in the mids nineties)kadang-kadang masa break for the next sitting.. curi-curi sembang kat bilik kawan...keluar pi makan lunch...window shopping on Fridays...I missed all of that. Maybe as I aged..I tend to become less dependent on friends and more a ME person. Less time to spend with friends..work commitments, different working environment..office lain..all these contributed to this isolation.Pernah one senior officer kata I anti social.Tak tahu lah. Maybe I need to have my friends back in my life more than I realised..this silly girl, leads a lonely life..that's why when the pressure of work is burdening me, I feel suffocated..maybe all I need is a friendly voice...a pair of ears to listen..hmm, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite a tiring day for me..one of my officers has resigned, I woke up with a bad cramp...period pains..ingat nak ambik EL..ended up tak jadi..sampai kat parking, my other officer called to say..adik dia had a miscarriage, minta EL...sorang lagi masih at his home town..wife tak sihat, may need a major operation..and will be back to work on Monday, I hope, so, am left alone...ada meetings to attend..tak ada orang yang boleh cover untuk meeting lain.so ada meetings yang tak boleh attend..Hari saja, memang dah ada meeting yang require my personal attendance..two meetings and one pre council...the first lasted till 2pm..another went on till 6 plus..continued with PC.Surat masuk atas meja, tak sempat nak tengok betul, just flicked through aje...files dah bertimbun balik...semua nak cepat...besok, I will be alone again..seorang nak pi BTN...alahai.The cycle will start again and again. I am praying hard that there will a better future ahead...I want to get out of this M...I dont mind kerja lebih...tapi I cant stand the environment..its quite toxic..semuanya penting..semua nak cepat...semua nak kononnya my attention tak boleh my officers...kononnye...On my part..takut buat silap, takut tak terdaya..takut tak boleh give the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to regain my sanity..I want the old ME back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FIND A REASON WHY YOU "CAN" "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-161780164387213844?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/161780164387213844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=161780164387213844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/161780164387213844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/161780164387213844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8675563753462291583</id><published>2010-01-18T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:22:53.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1, Scene 1</title><content type='html'>I look forward to weekends,something to keep my hopes up, to spent some quality time with the kids..something that keeps me going on from Monday till Friday knowing that weekends will cheer me up but weekends can be too short to my desire...then I get frustrated and annoyed...with the whole situation..most of the time this silly girl gets annoyed with herself. Anyway, a few events took place last week...some not significant like Siti Nurhaliza receiving a RM40k LV handbag from Dato' K...alahai, what can I say,rezeki masing-masing..at work?..something big is brewing..waiting for the right to explode...hmm, the waiting can be stressful,on family, Aisyah gave us a scare with her pregnancy... on the home front...hubby said this to me when I asked him whether he will wait for me to pick him up later .. "abang tunggu you selamanya"..amboi, macam script from Nur Kasih pulak....hahahaha.It got me laughing and mushy at the same time..so I said "macam RI aje" "oops..macam Adam pulak"...he laughed.Things like this will make me chuckle..hubby knows how to push the right buttons.He knows that I tend to take things too serious at time... this girl's drama is her work...so damn boring...sigh!Must make a mental note to have a more colourful life.A sulking wife is a terrible wife...cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, NOT YOUR PROBLEMS&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8675563753462291583?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8675563753462291583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8675563753462291583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8675563753462291583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8675563753462291583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/part-1-scene-1.html' title='Part 1, Scene 1'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-590622703288424222</id><published>2010-01-11T09:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:43:35.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just flow with it..</title><content type='html'>What can I say...tired, aching...My weekend was a physically and mentally tiring, had to a working conference...bukan conference where your attendance and ears are needed but this was energy draining one.It was taxing due to the time constraints, there were 27 presentations..the rumusan and Q&amp;A took a HUGE bite of the whole programme..thus resulted in a domino effect of spilling over...thus it dragged until late into the night...and continued again the next day..from the Friday to Sunday noon.It was not something heavy yang your mind cannot compute...the contents were more of policies and activities of the M,so it was tolerable..its good to know where tangent is, where everyone is heading to, strategies the activities....but the downside was the lack of time management..and lack of rest... sampai kaki kebas sangat-sangat.Nak bangun ke ladies or to take a breather was such a pain.Imagine this, I was walking out, gingerly going through the chairs, when my name, actually not name, more of my "post" was called out, had to stop in my track and stand very awkwardly, acknowledged the matter that was raised, nodded my head all this while trying to remain compose cos all eyes was on me..was this necessary...I don't know..I have my view on this..but not to be shared with others. What I gained besides  some input on  M's policies and planning, I got a splitting headache and badan berangin cos tak lalu sangat nak makan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my supportive and considerate hubby....thank you from the bottom of heart. Love you so much.Muah,muah,muah. To my kids...sorry mama could not give any attention to both of you last weekend. Mama will make up for it this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" EMBRACE EACH MOMENT WITH ENTHUSIASM "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-590622703288424222?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/590622703288424222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=590622703288424222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/590622703288424222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/590622703288424222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-la-tu.html' title='Just flow with it..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4532869701962746288</id><published>2009-12-31T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:52:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPES...</title><content type='html'>In about two hours and 12 minutes,we will be leaving and bidding good bye to year 2009 and saying hello to year 2010. What are my thoughts on year 2009...it has been a mixed one..on a personal note there were happiness with a bit of sadness.Career wise, it has been a roller coaster ride...ups and downs.There were many times when I questioned myself on the path that I am on....well,there is nothing that I can do on this..in fact everything is fated.So, besides giving myself some self motivation push,letting myself the occasional self pity and burying in periodic sadness...Things were moving at a quicker pace.I can safely say that 2009 have left me quite exhausted and low.I need to catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note,I need some new year resolutions.I have never been a stickler to resolutions..I cant recall sticking to resolutions with any enthusiasm...so, one of my resolutions is to keep to my resolutions. Its no rocket science that getting myself in a better shape, health wise would definitely be on the top three of my list. I also hope to be more tolerant with situations that are beyond my control, to speak less and speak only when spoken to,spent more quality time with the kids and hubby, be less critical and strike the right balance between career and family. On a final note, not to be too apologetic for being ME.&lt;br /&gt;So, Assalamualaikum to 2010..may Allah swt bless all of us with more happiness,success and good health.Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS,NOT YOUR PROBLEMS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4532869701962746288?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4532869701962746288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4532869701962746288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4532869701962746288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4532869701962746288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopes.html' title='HOPES...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6181983170794975412</id><published>2009-12-29T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:04:57.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am trying hard...</title><content type='html'>Am at home. The clock shows-3.32pm.Am waiting for hubby.We are supposed to be on a holiday...hmm, he was called back to work...nak kena jumpa CFO, something urgent yang tak boleh ditunggu, so I masak lunch,we were supposed to jalan-jalan...makan kat luar...lauk dah masak tapi hati tak rasa nak makan..bukan perut tapi hati pulak.The kids are in my room, making a mess of the room...I tell them once, tell them hundreds of time...they will not listen to me...I have given up...so the room will be in a mess...what's new.Yesterday's lunch with Uni friends did not materialise..it just not meant to be..so grey skies appears to be here to stay...never mind, trying hard to shake this away..so, I had a marathon session of Grey's Anatomy..did it help?...naaa..should I just sleep it away...naaaa...to be honest, brought back some stuff from office..in fact a bagful...but I just cant put my head and heart into it.I should have taken up Azu's offer for lunch today but I thought of spending time with hubby and kids..one can only plan and plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the gadgets and communications via hp, emails, FBs...we have sacrifice our privacy to a certain extent.I was reminded by my bosses during meetings...answer your calls..jawab smses...jangan switch off the phones...walaupun malam, jawab telefon. Well, I tak pakai phone office..it's my own phone and my personal line...but why cant we just switch off the phones..hmm, since Monday, I have been receiving messages from office..layan those messages.. tak sampai hati, takut ada benda penting..or maybe because ada moral obligations...macam Zubir...so, hati isteri and anak-anak diketepikan seketika untuk selesaikan kerja di pejabat.Is it fair? Well grow up! It's not about fairness, it's not about caring less, it's not about being selfish...it's just life.The bottom line and the cold hard truth is..when life gives you lemon..make a lemonade.No self help books..motivational tapes...words of wisdom can make any changes. It just you. You make the changes!Sadly,it's just ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"THERE IS A REASON FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6181983170794975412?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6181983170794975412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6181983170794975412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6181983170794975412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6181983170794975412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-at-home.html' title='Am trying hard...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6518377089320763352</id><published>2009-12-27T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:46:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey skies and cloudy...</title><content type='html'>Have been walking with some grey clouds on my head for the past one week. There is something just not quite right and I can't point my finger on it...well, to be honest, I think I know what is contributing to it...anxiety, fear and a bit of self doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was filled the usual family obligations.. watching movie with kids, a bit of shopping..makan-makan with the kids and Zahier's kenduri. Am looking forward to a lunch date with some close friends from the Uni tomorrow. Hoping for some sunshine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;DO SMALL THINGS IN A GREAT WAY &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6518377089320763352?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6518377089320763352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6518377089320763352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6518377089320763352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6518377089320763352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/grey-skies-and-cloudy.html' title='Grey skies and cloudy...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6858910109891248763</id><published>2009-12-22T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:13:35.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh!</title><content type='html'>Am not in the mood to write. Not in the mood to read. Not in the mood to make small conversations. Not in the mood to socialise. Not in the mood be anywhere except lying on my bed and SLEEP.Fed up...with some people at the moment except my FAMILY of course.HELP....feeling so lousy...need something to boost my mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6858910109891248763?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6858910109891248763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6858910109891248763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6858910109891248763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6858910109891248763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh!'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1924114751773144659</id><published>2009-12-14T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:01:38.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm thoughts</title><content type='html'>Tonight I brought along hubby to watch Natrah the theatre. Amal was with us also. The night started on on a wrong footing. Amal's pouch kena ambik oleh orang yang tak berhati perut. In the pouch ada camera and the tickets. To be honest, I was not worried about not watching the show, tapi more concerned about the camera . I am very certain, it means the world to her, mesti ada gambar of her kids. Memories captured.... The camera was hung on the toilet door, she stepped out sekejap aje, she was doing a self check loudly, ....the keys was with me...checked,...bila I kata what about the tickets, baru sedar, tickets ada dalam pouch sama dengan camera. But it was too late. Dah diambil orang. Tuhan tu, Maha Pengasih, mujur Amal found the printouts of the ticket bookings that she had thrown into the bin. En. Firdaus, orang IB, tolong double check dengan counter tickets and we got to go in walaupun dah last minute. It had spolit the mood for Amal. I felt bad and guilty.Tak berkat orang yang curi camera tu, I hope Amal will get some good news tomorrow from En. Firdaus. Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, dragged hubby to queue with me, mujur I beli dua buku programme, actually one was for Amal, but she had bought one for herself earlier. He became our photographer. And he took autographs for Athira. Kali ni, I was more sensible, no giggling like a school girl. I congratulated the cast, took photos and left. Athira had two dedicated autographs from Umie Aida and Remy. Remy jotted "Study hard ya :)". From Maya, hubby got "Dear Abg. Zubir"...amboi! Balik rumah, kakak is still awake...she waited for us. Bila I tunjuk the authographs especially from Remy...she was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed Natrah, infact Amal and I stood up to applause them, sayang sekali tak ada standing ovations....since this is my second show, I noticed there was an additional scene to the ending. The scene Maria /Natrah walked towards the church pun ada additional dialouge....kalau tak silap dulu tak ada dialogue beristighfar and mengucap syahadah. If I overlooked dulu, minta maaf.&lt;br /&gt;To my darling hubby, thank you for being so supportive. This time I managed to have a sensible conversation with Remy. Tak payahlah  I mentioned apa yang dicakap. Just some words of encouragement. But dear hubby did say this to Remy bila dia minta autograph untuk Athira  "ni semua penangan Nur Kasih". It was replied with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amal, sorry for the unfortunate episode..&lt;br /&gt;To Atif and friends...nanti kita makan kambing again ye..&lt;br /&gt;To Kak chik, you are most welcome, we will  gladly do it again and again. It was our pleasure... Insyallah the Omarians will stick together ..and I think Pak would have been  proud of his children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1924114751773144659?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1924114751773144659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1924114751773144659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1924114751773144659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1924114751773144659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/warm-thoughts.html' title='Warm thoughts'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-889318901767034300</id><published>2009-12-11T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:25:10.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello..</title><content type='html'>Tonight I succumbed to the Facebook craze. Sha insisted I buka an account and practically helped me via sms. Anyway, Zubir and I had a great time laughing at the old photos yang Sha posted on her account...nampak so baik-baik. Tak sangka I was the only one who found her soul mate sama batch. Am still struggling with the messaging part and I think, I accidentally invited everyone on my email list. What can I say...hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-889318901767034300?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/889318901767034300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=889318901767034300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/889318901767034300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/889318901767034300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello.html' title='Hello..'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8800806712773663849</id><published>2009-12-10T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:01:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit off...</title><content type='html'>Sorry. Bukan sengaja. Meeting tadi dari pukul 2.30 ptg....jam tunjuk 6.40 ptg..tapi meeting belum habis lagi. Kepala dah melayang-layang. I baru realised the presenter suara dia macam RI. Smsed Amal. Hahaha. Suara aje sama, muka tak sama. Hahahaha.Am I hallucinating..or just tired. To Kak Chik, sorry, I think your sister is still sane and sensible. Just a bit off the tangent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8800806712773663849?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8800806712773663849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8800806712773663849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8800806712773663849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8800806712773663849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-bit-off.html' title='Just a bit off...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3114661770934591908</id><published>2009-12-09T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:23:48.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely....</title><content type='html'>I told myself not to complaint...but I just could not resist it...meetings meleret-leret....not once, not twice or thrice but an on going thing...maybe it's a working culture of this M...or maybe the chairman is just bad at time management. Maybe it's all the above. Substance lost in translations. Lost in the midst of "leteran". Just lost. Imagine dari satu masa solat (sempat dibuat), terlepas another waktu solat and nak masuk another waktu solat.. Kalau nasib tak baik...sambung lagi. Orang kata mati kutu...hmm, bukan mati kutu aje, kaki dah kebas...poor blood circulation, the head thumping..perut dah lapar...concentration dah pi kemana-mana. Kerja bertimbun menunggu kat meja. Going through the motion aje. Insensitive. Maybe. Ignorance. Maybe. Not productive. Maybe. Or maybe just plain inconsiderate. Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3114661770934591908?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3114661770934591908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3114661770934591908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3114661770934591908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3114661770934591908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/definitely.html' title='Definitely....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3766399492743352898</id><published>2009-12-05T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:25:09.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To kak chik...if only you knew</title><content type='html'>I read Kak Chik's posting on Natrah, I could not post my comments for some technical reasons...take boleh nak bukak, but this is what I have to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest kak chik, if only you knew how difficult it was to handle a case involving the akidah. It doesn't matter if it was just a small child..who is legally is not a muslim yet but has been raised since a baby as a Muslim. In your eyes, the child is already a muslim. Knowing the outcome of the child's faith and fate lies  to a certain degree on your arguments. You worry about your own syahadah as a muslim. Ya Allah..tak sanggup nak dibawa.The sleepless nights..the doas and prayers, if only you knew.Natrah the theatre was too close for comfort for me. It brought back some hidden feelings and fears..if only you knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3766399492743352898?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3766399492743352898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3766399492743352898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3766399492743352898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3766399492743352898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-kak-chikif-only-you-knew.html' title='To kak chik...if only you knew'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4584882134583710470</id><published>2009-12-05T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T02:30:43.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You..Adam Hassan I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SxlVJnRKqhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GMiu_iIr9rg/s1600-h/nurkasih_pix_a102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411450050910530066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SxlVJnRKqhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GMiu_iIr9rg/s400/nurkasih_pix_a102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am posting this with a certain feeling of excitement. There is still a sense of euphoria in me.Just came back from watching Natrah.I went with kak chik and syikin.We didnt seat together.Anyway, the main thing is that I dapat tengok Remy and hear him sing. Boleh tahan suaranya. He can sing well.Apa-apa pun, I was trying to capture every moment in my memory drive...&lt;br /&gt;I would not go into details about Natrah,but I will share some moments of lapse of wisdom on my part.The scenario takes place from the office. I was so eager that I would be on time to IB, that my second meeting in the afternoon ended abruptly...by me actually, I told the Chairman, in a serious tone and manner that I will peruse the draft agreement and will give my input later....I was not lying actually, cos the other side's lawyers baru bagi a new set of drafts....hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at IB by 6pm. Terjumpa these 2 girls, Farah and her friend. Both diehard fans of Remy Ishak. Strucked a conversation with them while watching the rehearsel video of Natrah on the tv screen. They were waiting patiently to catch a glimpse of Remy Ishak. Wished them luck, left for dinner at the cafe...some how, terjumpa balik sekali lagi, they accompanied me while I waited patiently for kak chik &amp;amp; Syikin. Masa tergelak duk bercerita about our crush on Remy..I took out my card and gave to Farah...I said to her "kalau buat fan club untuk Remy, jangan lupa kakak"...Farah squealed...Puan, LA ya, sorry panggil puan kakak tadi...I said no harm..its a small world..lepa ni junior officers I...tapi tak pernah berjumpa sebelum ni. Anyway, my lack of wisdom continues bila I told kak chick I nak queue ambik autograph...terjumpa farah again, so queue with them, mintak tolong kawan farah ambik gambar of me and Remy nanti...Maya Karin was sweet and pretty. I got her authograph..lepas tu bila turn dengan Remy...I was star strucked...tengok mata ada mascara, mata ada eyeliner..walaupun its expected for actors especially after a performance to be still in their make up...but I was distracted...so distracted and star strucked that I could not manage to give salam or bersalam with him...the best part is that I boleh buat small talk with Maya Karin, infact I apologised to her for being excited about meeting Remy...and I all I could say to him...was....." you Adam Hassan..I...". The whole thing went by so quickly, I sempat ambil one photo with Remy...courtesy of Farah's friend...I tak realised that I ada ambil one shot of him with my handphone from a distance, while queing..(I teringat while driving back, so check it out while driving...told you, I was not WISE)...ralat, tak bawak camera, ralat tak guna my handphone untuk ambil a better photo of him.....ralat ambik satu aje..tu pun side profile...geram, geram. Ralat...tak bercakap dengan Remy...instead of " you Adam Hassan...I". Tapi, Remy memang charming and handsome....asyik senyum aje...and polite too...maybe, dalam kepala dia, layan aje kakak ni....I hope Farah will email the photo soon as promised. Ni, the clock dah tunjuk 1.45am, am still awake....still reliving the moments in my mind...maybe sebelum tidur tengok Nur Kasih balik..heheh...kena beristighfar banyak-banyak......must come back to reality....kena ingat kat hubby yang tengah berdengkur kat sebelah ni.....&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/5557844062046990685-4584882134583710470?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4584882134583710470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4584882134583710470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4584882134583710470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4584882134583710470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/youadam-hassan-i.html' title='You..Adam Hassan I....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SxlVJnRKqhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GMiu_iIr9rg/s72-c/nurkasih_pix_a102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-2728646227166237781</id><published>2009-12-03T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:19:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Lesson 101 in Marriage.Acceptance.Wife engrossed in reruns of Nur Kasih.Husband plays with games on the phone.Wife tries not to complaint too much,hubby is still playing with games.Wife in bliss...hubby trying hard to accept wife's eccentricity...Acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-2728646227166237781?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/2728646227166237781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=2728646227166237781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2728646227166237781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/2728646227166237781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3239584370895221551</id><published>2009-12-02T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:56:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sera sera</title><content type='html'>To tell the truth, came back today, with a bad headache..rasa macam nak muntah.Rasa berat kat neck..tapi too tired to sleep..so checked out the blogs that I am following.It was refreshing to read some of the stuff..to Kak Chick, the obsession will go away, although I must say that I have placed an order for the DVD...hahaha.Am looking forward to watch Natrah with you and Syikin on friday nite...lets hope, tak ada something urgent at work...am dreading that..but you will never know, my office is quite a mad house...on another note,disappointed that Amal tak dapat tiket. Ralat.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the headache, had a conversation with hubby on monday, I asked whether its too late to change career at the stage in life...hubby bluntly answered that "its too late". I was just saying it aloud what was disturbing my mind lately...on a good day, I enjoy my work, infact the challenges are something that I look forward for, you gain more knowledge and experience...but there ups and downs.Its the downside of things that makes you miserable, especially things that are beyond your control.And the lack of human decency in all aspect....so, memandangkan dah terlewat nak tukar career...kena redha aje la.On this aspect, a friend of mine said this to me yesterday..."I empathise and sympathise with you, I have gone through it..you just have to survive through this...".True, others have suffered and gone through much more horrible things...be it with career, family or just life basically...so, Que sera, sera..stop whining.Pull up the socks..take a panadol, the headache will go away...maybe I will feel better with a dose of rerun of Nur Kasih....heheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3239584370895221551?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3239584370895221551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3239584370895221551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3239584370895221551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3239584370895221551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que sera sera'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8106388829151049476</id><published>2009-11-24T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:13:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's cooking?</title><content type='html'>As usual Mondays are usually full of craziness. I call it mad monday. However Tuesdays can be the same too...today, I spend nearly 20 minutes plus dalam kereta mencari pass office. Puas menyelongkar beg yang tak besar mana tapi banyak compartment (biasa la tu, kalau boleh satu rumah nak bawak sekali),sambil mencari, otak duk berjalan, shit (oops)...have to take a visitor pass...and I have only 15 minutes to spare...kena pergi ke ground floor dulu...called home nak tanya tertinggal kat rumah ke, hubby dah pi kerja, si kakak tidur..adik yang menjawab telefon...tak boleh nak suruh adik cari pass.Adik kata mama cakap dengan adik ye...hmm, mama tak ada mood adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part, bila nak masuk lift, baru sedar, pass tergantung kat rantai leher.Haiya..macam boleh macam tu, bila masa I gantung pass kat rantai...well, its just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to Thursday,cuti dah approved...am just hoping tak ada something urgent yang akan mengganggu my plans for holiday...tadi, En. R bagi hints nak buat meeting soon regarding one important matter....alahai, jangan lah jadi.Katanye, boss #2, minta buat taklimat about 'exit plans'...ada legal issues..and nak brief big boss..why...why..why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, sekarang ni I boleh keep in touch with Azu dengan baca her postings about her twins. The two kenits cute sangat...macam strawberry short cake (the cartoon character la, not the cake). Her blog is full of jottings about her kids and pictures of them...lepas tu macam macam jenis lauk yang Azu masak...rajin jugak Azu ni masak...I tengah tunggu an invitation from her for makan-makan...hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8106388829151049476?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8106388829151049476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8106388829151049476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8106388829151049476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8106388829151049476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-cooking.html' title='What&apos;s cooking?'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-3488739600394477664</id><published>2009-11-19T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:19:07.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad and the good</title><content type='html'>Penat hari ni, kursus from morning till 5pm, lepas tu, back to office for a meeting at 5.30pm. Meeting was abruptly cut short bila lampu padam..takut pun ada juga, tapi dalam hati, alhamdulillah, boleh balik cepat...hehhe.Drove home like a mad driver, actually I was trying hard not to pee...heheh.Balik rumah, mak dah ada kat rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia was her usual cheerful self, greeted me at dipintu kereta. Hubby dah balik, surprise, surprise...selalunya dia lambat.Anyway, the good news is Sofia dapat no 3 dalam class.Must get her something for being a good girl..or maybe I should get something from hubby for being a good wife...heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-3488739600394477664?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/3488739600394477664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=3488739600394477664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3488739600394477664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/3488739600394477664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/bad-and-good.html' title='The bad and the good'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8948833748112155892</id><published>2009-11-18T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:15:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's embarrassing....</title><content type='html'>Am still not over Nur Kasih.Today's craziness was the revisit of episode 13. Hmm, its seems I missed a scene..tak ada dalam Amal's d/l ...the one Adam was in the cab with Nur, Nur pegang tangan Adam, while Adam was looking outside, tak tengok muka Nur and with all the worries etched on his face..Adam genggam tangan Nur...and tears was rolling down his cheek..alahai...ok, ok, I know this does not make sense...ok back to reality. Well, almost.... right after watching Nur Kasih I called up hubby, my conversation with hubby went like this "tadi tengok Nur Kasih lagi..." Hubby "amboi kat office pun tengok", I jawab "saja, online..tv3..only waktu rehat...bukan masa buat kerja..."."at my office,benda macam ni dah blocked.." he said. &lt;br /&gt;Time to change the topic so I said "awat you sound mengah, your breathing is quite bad...and coughing pulak tu...tu la, Adam I tak hisap rokok". Hubby replied " Adam you architect...tak sama..legal lain (he meant it in the context of work stress)".So I replied "ya la tu, I pun legal jugak". And he gelak besaq.So much for reality eh....need to shake off this obsession.Its getting embarrassing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8948833748112155892?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8948833748112155892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8948833748112155892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8948833748112155892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8948833748112155892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-embarrassing.html' title='It&apos;s embarrassing....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-9183102613999013883</id><published>2009-11-14T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:04:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalamualaikum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SwAKOAdoJSI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5SPZ1yllFc/s1600-h/nurkasih_pix_t019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SwAKOAdoJSI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5SPZ1yllFc/s400/nurkasih_pix_t019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404330788603307298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, akibat penangan Nur Kasih, I am hooked, terribly hooked and addicted to the drama.Hai asyik dok terbayang-bayang si Adam tu. I liked the flawed character and eventually dah berubah sangat-sangat.My heart melted, seriously melted bila tengok Adam dah berubah, especially the scenes kat Mekah, Adam nampak so tenang but at the same time asking Nur to terima him seadanya, rasa macam boleh feel his pain....,scenes of Adam trying hard to woo back Nur...alahai, my heart was breaking and aching for him.Now that I have caught up on all the episodes while on a three days marathon sessions (I tak ikut dari awal, only tertengok episode 15, lepas tu tengok semua episodes yang my sis bagi)....am watching again some of the episodes and analyzing every scenes....how Adam bercakap dengan Nur, how he was twisting his ring while trying hard not to hurt Nur's feelings, how he lightly touched her, his intonation while talking to Nur, macam caressing his words, gaya mata Adam tengok Nur...alahai .... hmm, terrible eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the famous line " You got me at hello!". Well, in my case its "Assalamualaikum".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I got all goey, bila hubby hari tu bagi salam bila masuk bilik.Hmm, I was like falling in love all over again..hmm, a bit too much eh. Hehehhe.Seriously, I could not help smiling...it was a like mula-mula bercinta pulak.Naughty me eh!&lt;br /&gt;Hubby, being hubby, patiently torelating perangai wifenya.He is VERY AWARE that wifenye tengah ada episodes of gila Adam.Hmm, tak apa lah, he knows it's harmless..on another note, I think he is quite enjoying the attention that I am giving him, he is playing his card right...hehehe. Assalamualaikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-9183102613999013883?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9183102613999013883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=9183102613999013883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9183102613999013883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9183102613999013883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/assalamualaikum.html' title='Assalamualaikum...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SwAKOAdoJSI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5SPZ1yllFc/s72-c/nurkasih_pix_t019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-6243223424032500293</id><published>2009-11-11T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:56:56.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I realised...</title><content type='html'>I have a weakness. I write with my heart and not with my mind.My thoughts are entwined with my feelings.And sometimes my feelings suffocates me. And I tend to super analyse things....I wish that I can be carefree in the manner I think or feel.And there are times, you want to please people...people that matters and don't.But sometimes pleasing everyone leaves you exhausted. You want to be thoughtful, but deep down you also want to be understood by others.Today, I received a sweet and thoughtful sms from my niece Aisyah..just when you think you are in the pits, and still do at times, well most of the time...there is someone to pick you up for the day.To Kak Mah, thanks for the words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I had a few good minutes of sobbing...I needed the tears more than realised. Hubby was there to comfort me.Small things matters to me and sometimes I get too emotional over nothing.Nevertheless, one can never deny the outburst of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work wise,am praying hard for some improvement..but as someone said to me...there is a reason for you to be there, at this particular time...I guess I have to be patient to see this period through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last three nights, I have been watching Nur Kasih. I was on a marathon session from the first episode till the current one...well,I might be feeling sleepy and tired but that is out weight with the pleasure that I received. I needed the escapism, more than I realised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-6243223424032500293?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/6243223424032500293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=6243223424032500293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6243223424032500293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/6243223424032500293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-than-i-realised.html' title='More than I realised...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8940830514952115730</id><published>2009-11-05T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:05:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble pie</title><content type='html'>The 3rd of November came and left.My doctors are convinced that I am stressed and suffering stress related sickness. Well lets have this settled, no big prize for guessing that I AM INDEED STRESS. So,thank you, Dr. Hafiz for your kinds words and advice.And, NO, Dr. Hafiz, it wont go away...the stress factor. Its every where.&lt;br /&gt;To Dr. Hew, ya, I know my diet sucks...REALLY SUCKS.I am NOT eager to know the result of my lipid test...I already know,in fact I can feel it...on a note of my diet, I have been eating a lot of humble pies lately.I wish I can share with my family of what I am going through, work wise ...but, I cant reveal anything except to hubby.The burden lies heavily on me to see that this tsunami period of my career goes through without causing much pain.I have to jaga kepentingan semua...results are expected from me.There are people who are depending on me...I have to be fair to them..I will try my best. I promise that. Insyaallah. I am praying hard to Allah swt to protect and guide me through this tough times...Insyallah it will make me a better muslim and a better officer.Insya Allah.Lets hope there will be rainbows after the rain. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8940830514952115730?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8940830514952115730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8940830514952115730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8940830514952115730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8940830514952115730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/11/humble-pie.html' title='Humble pie'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8980596860037138015</id><published>2009-10-25T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:43:40.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight zone</title><content type='html'>I gave birth to two girls but I have three kids...go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversation with hubby while going down the escalator today..."we have two kids, dua-dua girls...macam mana tu...what if their husbands tak mau kita...depa hantar kita kat old folks home...."...Hubby replied " I dont know".End of conversation.Hmm, twilight years or twilight zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to hubby:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying, three of my baju tidur dah shrunk...walaupun hakikatnya,berat badan dah bertambah, bagai dipam-pam.To Dr.Hew,although I mengaku makan biskut raya, yang tak habis-habis tu, tapi, ubat Dr Hafiz yang buat I bertambah bulat..so dont bother with the lipid test on the 3rd.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8980596860037138015?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8980596860037138015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8980596860037138015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8980596860037138015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8980596860037138015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/twilight-zone.html' title='Twilight zone'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5335173575520936137</id><published>2009-10-25T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:15:01.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage one....</title><content type='html'>Four stages of planning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Think &amp; Plan&lt;br /&gt;2.Plan&lt;br /&gt;3.Drawing board&lt;br /&gt;4.Execution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still at stage one.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-5335173575520936137?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5335173575520936137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5335173575520936137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5335173575520936137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5335173575520936137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/stage-one.html' title='Stage one....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-5621652108311636983</id><published>2009-10-24T09:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:52:37.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something naughty....</title><content type='html'>I want to do something NAUGHTY...hehe deliciously naughty....something within the legal and morally right scope....hmm but still something naughty.Hmm, this will take some planning...cant wait...hehheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-5621652108311636983?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/5621652108311636983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=5621652108311636983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5621652108311636983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/5621652108311636983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-naughty.html' title='Something naughty....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-4022245047177225319</id><published>2009-10-18T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:39:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.....</title><content type='html'>Had a marathon session of Grey's Anatomy.Sofia must have been annoyed with me, she peed once on the bedroom floor and the other on the bed.Cant be mad with her...mama was too engrossed with GA.Kakak was not much of a help...she cried bila told her to sleep in her room. Me, I was not oblivious to my surroundings but was just eager to have some ME TIME. After all, my mind nearly went kaput during the weekdays and I was looking really forward for the weekends.Anyway I took them to watch a movie this morning...something about cloudy...with meatballs. I tak ingat title...but the movie was FUN. And because nak tengok movie, mak is with kak now.Mak's condition is not looking too good...its quite bad...Athira is quite scared of her Tok now.I did not realise that she has been confiding with her Ayah...maybe cos she does not want to upset me.Cant really register in mind what mak is going through now...all I know that I nearly had a panic attack on Monday on the way home...I was SO AFRAID that I was going to fall asleep at the wheels, I was really trying hard to keep my eyes open...pinched the cheeks, slap the face...letak minyak angin kat temple...kat hidung...rasa kepala ringan macam nak melayang.Maybe I exerted myself on the first day balik ke kerja.At the back of my mind was I hearing myself telling myself to keep awake. The vertigo kept me company this week, but its getting better, told myself to ignore small episodes of giddiness. Dr. H said it might last for three weeks, well, am in third week now, so when is it going to stop completely for a start.On Wednesday ke Thursday, tak ingat had to call Zubir while driving just to keep me awake. The whole week was quite an adventure..workwise, jangan tanya, macam-macam hal..rasa macam my unit ni asyik kena refer bila ada problem aje..sebelum buat tak berapa nak dengar, lepas to come running with their tail in between the legs for help. Hmm, ...anyway, Saturday was crawling too slowly to me, the weekdays was just not fast enough....and now Sunday will be over too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-4022245047177225319?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/4022245047177225319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=4022245047177225319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4022245047177225319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/4022245047177225319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.....'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-1146253234895601175</id><published>2009-10-11T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:40:47.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dose of reality...</title><content type='html'>I have been house bound for the last 10 days and will be back to work tomorrow.FYI, I have been having episodes of vertigo due to stress and early signs of Meniere Disease..hmm, stress related...hmm, so what is not stressful?...heheheh. Am also sensitive to the high level of noises...so, whats new...with two young kids trying to out do each other in everything from the control which channel to watch, what food to eat...blah..blah..high irritating screams are to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an early discussion with a legal adviser from "X Co" scheduled at 8.30am tomorrow, an appointment that was made earlier and later informed while I was away on mc...and fixed early in the morning since I have another meeting at 9pm.Discussion for half an hour cukup ke? I dont like to rush matters, especially after being away for a week,mesti nak tengok-tengok apa atas meja dulu...lepas tu nak lari pi meeting lain pulak. Pandai-pandai lepa ni buat appointment tak tanya orang dulu.Sweet!Real sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so it's back to routine tomorrow. Hope to get my new episodes of Grey's Anatomy from Syu SOON,even bought myself an external hard drive for it....it would be a bliss.That's what the doctor prescibed..a dose of happy medicine for the sick patient...hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-1146253234895601175?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/1146253234895601175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=1146253234895601175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1146253234895601175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/1146253234895601175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/dose-of-reality.html' title='A dose of reality...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-9107116743294316333</id><published>2009-10-07T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:08:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt toast...</title><content type='html'>Three days at home, five days including the weekends.Was given five days of MC, told to rest at home.I have two more days of MC and a followed up check on Friday.Rest at home?It would have been fine, if it was really resting at home.It would have been fine, if I could drive and jalan-jalan sikit...maybe pi MPH ke or watch a movie. But, oh no...it's house arrest (yup, not a rest but arrest)for me.No driving.Its just me with the kids, bibik,mak, tv and bed.Kakak made up some excuses on Monday, tak pi sekolah..she thinks I am going to berjalan-jalan with adik. Tuesday and today, tak pi sekolah agama...konon nak study for final term...hmm.Both my kids are no angels...when they are together...the house is filled with maximum noise.Sakit telinga and sakit hati pun ada jugak.My little girl pun tak nak pi tadika...asyik tengok cartoon, pagi, siang malam....cartoon.Kesian jugak.Today, before my sleeping session...we coloured some drawings...lepas to mama dia TIDUR.To be honest, the ubat that Dr. H bagi memang untuk rest..asyik rasa mengantuk.And I refused to pikir pasal work today...Monday, asyik tanya office okay ke..tu dah buat ke, ni dah siap ke? meeting blah blah boleh orang lain ganti ke?...yesterday called up office a couple of times since I had to relate back a few matters based on the calls that I received on my hp... hmm, hp personal tapi calls tak personal...So, my mission for today was I JUST DO NOT WANT TO THINK OF ANYTHING except rest.Answer calls while awake only. Reply smses that was necessary only...Was my mission accomplished? Partly....&lt;br /&gt;It was something like a burnt toast,the bread is toasted but with a bit of bitter burnt taste...just scrapped the burnt bits, spread more butter and jam...it's not perfect but just  fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-9107116743294316333?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/9107116743294316333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=9107116743294316333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9107116743294316333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/9107116743294316333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/10/burnt-toast.html' title='Burnt toast...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-39197760877537443</id><published>2009-09-28T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:27:20.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unacceptable</title><content type='html'>It does not matter if this does not make sense. I do not owe anyone any apologies neither should I let it go by without acknowledging my frustrations. I had a horrible day today. I do not know where to start. I am so pissed off with the lack of RESPECT of certain so called professionals.I am just doing what has been amanah to me. I do not want to be MISS POPULAR.I just want to do my job.If certain people, tak faham-faham jugak. Tak tau lah nak buat apa.I have learnt the hard way through the years, that you cannot be politically correct and sugar coat your words all the time. You cant be saying things of what they only want to hear.I can be sensitive to the needs and the feelings of family and friends but I can not tolerate RUDENESS.Today, I had a group of hostile people to begin with. The moment I entered the room, I could sense the negative feelings. I knew it was a losing battle...but I did not want to put up the white flag or to go to war without a fight. The real truth was, there should not have been a war on the first instance.What these people fail to realised that I am here to help them, to assist them, to facilitate for them....but what can you say or do when you know that there was a "closure"...I was basically trying hard to maintain a sense of objectiveness, a sense of respect for the rest, biting my tongue from saying anything disrespectful, but alas it appears that I was the only one trying hard to be sensible. Does this appear to be one sided babbling and muttering...I don't think so. I can't reveal much without revealing all.My work ethics does not permit me to do so. Will I regret anything said or done. To be honest I don't know. All I know for sure is you cannot let anyone think you are a lesser person from them. I stand by my principles, and that I am proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-39197760877537443?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/39197760877537443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=39197760877537443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/39197760877537443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/39197760877537443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/unacceptable.html' title='Unacceptable'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-299251817229181724</id><published>2009-09-27T07:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:20:36.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I  don't know...</title><content type='html'>Had a dream. It was weird and confusing.Should I be concerned about it.Is my subconscious telling me something. I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-299251817229181724?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/299251817229181724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=299251817229181724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/299251817229181724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/299251817229181724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I  don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-558976924760218661</id><published>2009-09-26T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:10:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>Watched a movie on the vcd. Am so confused.It was supposed to a romantic comedy.Am left baffled with the story line.I was lost a couple of times during the movie. Three guinea pigs agents was much more interesting. Hmm...could it be at the back of my mind, I have some office matters to settle...and it has distracted my flow of thoughts...hmm, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-558976924760218661?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/558976924760218661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=558976924760218661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/558976924760218661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/558976924760218661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-8376534233880544</id><published>2009-09-25T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:46:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear!</title><content type='html'>Hmm,today bertambah grey hairs, but I don't think it's making me more mature.Had errants to run today. First, it was a trip to Menara Celcom untuk dapatkan refund. Hmm, my hair started to grey from there, this young lady didnt give me chance to explain about the cheque, instead she started to tap on the keyboard without asking for further info...hmm, told me to wait for a moment, masuk ke dalam, something about checking with the finance section, came out later, kata, no one at finance...maybe masih bercuti, lepas tu kata, cheque masih valid. DUH! Yang tu, I pun tau.That was not the reason I came over....anyway to make the long story short...CELCOM akan bagi cheque baru atas nama I nanti.Lepas tu,pi makan capati for breakfast with hubby kat Jalan TAR. No grey hairs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was KAMDAR, hubby singgah nak beli seluar.I bought myself 2 t-shirts lengan panjang.Boleh la nak pakai ke kedai ke.Sementara, hubby tunggu seluar tengah potong...I ternampak kedai emas dalam Kamdar. Tanya boleh tak repair hook necklace...boleh, only setengah jam....hmm, ya, more like 1 1/2 jam lebih.Yang tak bestnye, dia duk layan this couple....lama lah jugak.....geramnye. Alahai....dia lah owner, jurujual and tukang emas...all rolled into one.That episode left me with a cekak of grey hairs.By the way, sorry kak kena tempias tadi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-8376534233880544?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/8376534233880544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=8376534233880544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8376534233880544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/8376534233880544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear!'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5557844062046990685.post-224403970864388006</id><published>2009-09-24T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:20:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am greying...</title><content type='html'>Frustration and annoyance feelings are not to be taken lightly. Am I frustrated or annoyed? Could be. Should I let it consume me. NO.It's just one of those bumps in a journey called life. What's life without some bumps along the way.Life is after all not all rainbows and roses...it's not black and white either...it has some grey areas. And greys usually present signs of maturity...if that's the case...I am slowly maturing into a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5557844062046990685-224403970864388006?l=mamancubs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/feeds/224403970864388006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5557844062046990685&amp;postID=224403970864388006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/224403970864388006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5557844062046990685/posts/default/224403970864388006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamancubs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-greying.html' title='I am greying...'/><author><name>cippa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15984358962413511604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aa1l7ADed7g/SY2-Jabf1MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pGCT6wJpaTU/S220/cippa+out.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
