tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69790745474881830362024-03-14T13:39:29.246+08:00SKY & EARTHHoney & MilkNisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-40129996274928809152013-10-25T17:19:00.000+08:002013-10-25T17:19:44.131+08:00Breastfeed VS Formula Feed<div dir="ltr">
A friend claimed her body is not producing enough milk for her daughter. I told her it's not true.</div>
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How do you know if there is "enough" milk for your baby? My answer is you will never know. Our breasts are not transparent for us to say there is not enough supply for the baby.</div>
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Just because your body produce a bit less than others, doesn't mean the milk is not enough for your baby. Comparing your amount with others is not right. Each body is different.</div>
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Talking mainly based on MY experience, our body will only produce milk when there is stimulant. What is a stimulant? It is a signal telling the brain to send signal to your breasts to produce milk. Who is the stimulant? It's your baby. NOT your pump! Why must we need the stimulant? To tell the body when we need the milk to be produced. Without the stimulant, body won't produce milk.</div>
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Some of you will start saying that it's a "supply and demand" process. Yes, it is true but let me remind you that the boobies need stimulant too!</div>
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My breastfeeding journey was not all easy. I had a big fight with my MIL at the beginning. She was concerned that my milk is not enough. That I didn't produce sufficient milk for my son and bla bla bla. I was really frustrated and had to shut her out. Talking about post-partum syndrome here.</div>
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Few days later, my breasts started to become so big. It was so heavy and big. I almost caught a fever. My nipples flushed and my son started to get cranky. He cried so loud and I didn't know what to do. I purposedly didn't buy any breast pump because I wanted to concentrate on direct feeding. I tried few remedies; wrap the breasts with cabbage, lather on tamarind juice on top and lastly wrap the breasts with hot towel. After a few trials, I gave up and borrowed my SIL's breast pump.</div>
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It was very challenging and painful. I had to deal with the pain from the stitches down below and pain from the engorgement. By that time, my nipple started to cracked. Both nipples were seriously sore. Another pain I had to endured. I cried every time I fed the baby until one time I just couldn't take it. My mother had to spoon fed my son because it was too painful. It took me around two weeks to get everything sorted out.</div>
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So you see, it really wasn't an easy start for me. Some people had a smooth journey while others don't. That's just something that only we, mothers can enjoy.</div>
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I'm not saying that by feeding your babies with formula, making you a bad mother. I'm telling you to try your very best to breastfeed your baby. Take charge of yourself. Don't give up. All mothers have the special ability to feed their babies so why surrender your baby to THE COW when you can give them the best milk of all? Just think about that.</div>
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Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-36495989266146388172013-10-08T15:32:00.001+08:002013-10-08T15:32:49.214+08:00Dr. Atok<p dir="ltr">He is one of the best paedtricians I've known so far. He advise you like a father. He is so cool his eyes will squint everytime he talks.</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you need a second opinion, make an appointment with Dr. Ali Azman Minhaj at Sime Darby Medical Centre Subang Jaya. Worth every penny you pay.</p>
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Ada orang suka buat cerita.<br>
Ada orang suka tambah cerita.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ada orang suka mendengar.<br>
Ada orang suka pura-pura dengar.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ada orang suka jadi batu api.<br>
Ada orang suka jadi pendamai.<br>
Ada orang suka duduk atas pagar.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Semua orang ada masalah.<br>
Semua orang ada mulut.<br>
Semua orang ada telinga.<br>
Semua orang ada otak.<br>
Semua orang ada akal.</p>
Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-70714961385372479542013-06-07T18:53:00.003+08:002013-06-07T18:58:31.574+08:00What I've Been Up ToIt has been almost 10 months since the day I said "I do". I now have a husband AND a son. life has been good and busy. I am currently busy with house works, feeding my son and making sure he smells good and his diaper is not full of poops.<br />
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Here are some photos from the outdoor photoshoot after the solemnization ceremony. All photos are unedited. The photoshoot was done around Desapark City. My outfit was done by Nisa Mazbar.<br />
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I got pregnant the next month and gave birth to my first child on March 26th at 10:29PM. His birth weight was 3.54kg and current weight is 5.8kg. It was indeed a battle. The experience really teach me something. The pain that I've never experienced before and cannot be described. It does makes me feel special. Thank God for the opportunity. Thank you to both my parents for everything they have done for me. Thank you to my husband for keeping up with me.<br />
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We name our first child Shakil Yusuf which means "Beautiful", "Pretty" or "Handsome". Both words mean the same so, double handsome! Hehehe!<br />
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All photos were taken during the first 12 hours from birth time. That's all for now. Thank you for your time, guys. I will try my best to update this blog from time to time. See you soon!Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-77645686943326692142012-12-13T23:44:00.001+08:002012-12-13T23:44:28.536+08:00One Year OlderHappy birthday to you!<br />
Happy birthday to you!<br />
Happy birthday, happy birthday!<br />
Happy birthday to you!<br />
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Semoga panjang umur, murah rezeki.<br />
Semoga menjadi seorang pemimpin yang adil & disiplin.<br />
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First of all, I took a big step in my life that I myself couldn't imagine doing it. I broke off with my 5 years boyfriend that I thought would take care of me for the rest of my life. Now, I know what 'JODOH' really means.<br />
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Secondly, after the disappointment, I fell in love with another man, with totally different personality and view. Again, not something that I would imagine will happen.<br />
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Guess what? We got married! Yes, I'm now a married woman with a ring on my finger.<br />
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Another surprise thing happened and I think most of you can guess it. I'm blessed with everything that happened.<br />
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No regrets! Only smile. So, at last the love story ended and another love story created. All is well, thanks to Allah.<br />
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Alhamdulillah.Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-55610725515405052742012-05-17T21:58:00.002+08:002012-05-17T21:59:41.051+08:00Lilanz S/S 2012 China Fashion WeekI was impressed by this particular collection especially the suits. Very subtle but bold at the same time. I wish I could wear the dresses on my wedding. I like the simplicity. I love the stage layout.<br />
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I was trying to contact one of the clerks in my office yesterday when my boss answered the phone. To tell you the truth, I didn't mean to ask him the question but, what the heck? Might as well just try ask him cause he always drive every where he goes. May be, he knows the answer. No harm trying, right?<br />
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So, I asked him the question.<br />
"Encik, berapa kilometer jarak North Port dari Carey eh?"<br />
(What is the mileage from Carey to the North Port, sir?)<br />
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Guys, people always said that 'Respect is to be earned, not gain' and guess what? He just lost it. Yes, he lost the so called 'Respect' from me. Why, u ask? Let me tell you why.<br />
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Reason 1<br />
When I asked that particular question, he answered,<br />
"Itu jangan tanya saya!"<br />
(Don't ask me!)<br />
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Reason 2<br />
He is the Head of Department and from my point of view, it is NOT a mistake to ask your HOD about the mileage.<br />
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Reason 3<br />
He is much much older than me. Therefore, he must have more experience compared to myself. He must know about courtesy and manners on how to answer a question.<br />
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Reason 5<br />
He hung up on me. Yes, he hung up the phone without saying goodbye or anything. He hung up the phone just after he answered me rudely.<br />
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You see, I wouldn't mind if he knows the answer to my question or not but the way he said it and the lack of manners really pissed me off. He can just say that he doesn't know and ask me to call other colleagues because he was so busy and annoyed with me non-stop calling the office.<br />
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I was taken aback by him. I was not really pissed at first. The feeling was more to sadness. I felt really sad because a person so high can act so low. I just cannot accept what he did to me and I couldn't digest the situation yesterday. So many things came across my mind. I felt embarrassed by what he did.<br />
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So guys, please don't hang up the phone onto anybody. For me, personally, it is rude. Very rude. If you're busy or in a middle of something, just tell. Don't hang up.<br />
<br />Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-47954421625838899952012-02-22T23:45:00.003+08:002012-02-22T23:52:02.793+08:00For A Thousand More...<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Hello readers!</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">I obviously have violated my promise to regularly update my blog. I'm so sorry for that.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So tonight, while browsing my Facebook homepage, I found one very interesting and sweet video. The video successfully bring tears to my eyes.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">To the bride-to-be, thank you for making this beautiful video. Hope you guys will be happy till the end.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3k75QdqW9Yk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-8581064026940887792012-01-25T21:25:00.004+08:002012-01-25T21:29:42.916+08:00Meow!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkC5t4W589JtICkYNGRb5JzMho-Ymh3Q0oLzjJi-t5Eyfv6M1TbOqTEGiIW-tfVwwBgBNZPeyMXKKg-6NDd7DkJ-AX3EY3dypg5elpThyphenhyphenzaCJxogTYK3Ff280JMsx6Kz57N41dRWh3f-w/s1600/IMG_8784.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkC5t4W589JtICkYNGRb5JzMho-Ymh3Q0oLzjJi-t5Eyfv6M1TbOqTEGiIW-tfVwwBgBNZPeyMXKKg-6NDd7DkJ-AX3EY3dypg5elpThyphenhyphenzaCJxogTYK3Ff280JMsx6Kz57N41dRWh3f-w/s400/IMG_8784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701560910864244434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have visited Malaysia. Have you?<br /></span></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-91851990980533202332012-01-01T21:19:00.005+08:002012-01-25T21:32:12.788+08:00Here Comes The Dragon!<div>Disclaimer: Scroll the photos from below.</div><div><br /></div><div>30th December marked the last day for my mother working in the government and tomorrow dawn, my little sister is leaving us for National Service.<div><br /></div><div>So, yesterday, we held a small gathering for my sister before she leaves for Sarawak for 3 months.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlCjJv9UoatuouFKAdClz-wcliOIU4vQj49rYjmfMfhwEsvDMS3Gk5ml7QjfhiEWUasBdjzJRHG-nenXZ2SxVD6cOqW-IreMAczY-OlMly6QIu4HLDwt-DjM2Ir4_4WR98vqhr4zcM0A/s1600/IMG_3292.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidlCjJv9UoatuouFKAdClz-wcliOIU4vQj49rYjmfMfhwEsvDMS3Gk5ml7QjfhiEWUasBdjzJRHG-nenXZ2SxVD6cOqW-IreMAczY-OlMly6QIu4HLDwt-DjM2Ir4_4WR98vqhr4zcM0A/s400/IMG_3292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692654915984456690" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIxNaUbAmcQmdoHtcJmlmEKr4QlFDoaKkZYOBgQhA889K1_maDYoqqAFmbaQlqm9Fi1LfrbbwEV3Pg2wtc8JgeTuu7LLMxPT6BZDuw9_fJo1uTtGpC0bqHsXCKnJxt-jdvSLXfwo4LSc/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIxNaUbAmcQmdoHtcJmlmEKr4QlFDoaKkZYOBgQhA889K1_maDYoqqAFmbaQlqm9Fi1LfrbbwEV3Pg2wtc8JgeTuu7LLMxPT6BZDuw9_fJo1uTtGpC0bqHsXCKnJxt-jdvSLXfwo4LSc/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692654903384341426" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-XVHH8qQtOrYFRRzG5cgzfk53t3nqCD50ifmuZVjfl7aGLyibboo0OhsOmZ-tXTi6xk5Ga3sGdyFbLXK0ePJgh0kziQ2Ko7Vm7GJITjeReeFD7DQKlgY9v97P_woVHsTQAaIJ-UpYwY/s1600/IMG_3287.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-XVHH8qQtOrYFRRzG5cgzfk53t3nqCD50ifmuZVjfl7aGLyibboo0OhsOmZ-tXTi6xk5Ga3sGdyFbLXK0ePJgh0kziQ2Ko7Vm7GJITjeReeFD7DQKlgY9v97P_woVHsTQAaIJ-UpYwY/s400/IMG_3287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692654898819410754" border="0" /></a>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-21818722707982719232011-12-28T20:06:00.001+08:002011-12-28T20:33:29.589+08:00Weathered LeatherI can't remember the last time I blogged. Thank you to those who are still reading my blog & my apologies for not being a good blogger.<br />
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As usual, as a working person I always blame my working life if I don't have enough time to socialize be it in real or online.<br />
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So, we are going to leave 2011 in a few days and hopefully most of us have accomplished our 2011 resolutions.<br />
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Today, I had a chance to spend some time with myself, indulge my 'appetite'. The best of today is I've found a place that can repair & restore worn out leather material.<br />
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As a beginning, I sent my mother's worn out, weathered envelope purse to be repaired by them. Hopefully it can last for another 30 years so that I will be able to pass it down to the next generation.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbanjxQfouVwpQmVjiN_Hg1h3pQrty62_VNEIPFmqeqnLTzhTePpplwIiTlkS6H-eYyXhMaCTCX20EMTX15EK_TZh-KrEw_YqPYnVFx8pnky0_lyhnlH_kSe7yahXlcZk1AlmZZsykX00/s640/blogger-image--1777807097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbanjxQfouVwpQmVjiN_Hg1h3pQrty62_VNEIPFmqeqnLTzhTePpplwIiTlkS6H-eYyXhMaCTCX20EMTX15EK_TZh-KrEw_YqPYnVFx8pnky0_lyhnlH_kSe7yahXlcZk1AlmZZsykX00/s640/blogger-image--1777807097.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzX5s1loVd560UlgDte1BE3Q11wXHGtBZvfA9owEzMVaa8XjeuXVPJFcPaOvVIcnqXgpdHEooIQnKvY6zR0CoycMPm0x_97YIDAmXoDAV7JSDZGj-GPM9lpEjUiz6IKCqMAWBOVE9gcg0/s640/blogger-image-1050773108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzX5s1loVd560UlgDte1BE3Q11wXHGtBZvfA9owEzMVaa8XjeuXVPJFcPaOvVIcnqXgpdHEooIQnKvY6zR0CoycMPm0x_97YIDAmXoDAV7JSDZGj-GPM9lpEjUiz6IKCqMAWBOVE9gcg0/s640/blogger-image-1050773108.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOHrxRmRe-GXnEpGkCVNOV9gLz7qwzr6ge2nEFTHSJyv9mH9XS_cajZugbNiUIbdLuQOfRfGlj566QZUs6xmGFPaWBdtdqJqtkCkgea5wi3St3Nb6KMuJMxlaNYwp6OVI0Gq0NeGT4TU/s640/blogger-image-1318213221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOHrxRmRe-GXnEpGkCVNOV9gLz7qwzr6ge2nEFTHSJyv9mH9XS_cajZugbNiUIbdLuQOfRfGlj566QZUs6xmGFPaWBdtdqJqtkCkgea5wi3St3Nb6KMuJMxlaNYwp6OVI0Gq0NeGT4TU/s640/blogger-image-1318213221.jpg" /></a></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-28459795351031267952011-11-14T12:27:00.007+08:002011-11-14T15:21:12.776+08:00Once Upon A Time...I never hated u before.<div>And I will never hate u in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>I loved u in the past.</div><div>And our love will be buried in a secret place that nobody knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope u had good times with me in the past.</div><div>And I hope u will still be happy in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for what u have done for me in the past.</div><div>Thank you for all u've sacrificed.</div><div><br /></div><div>But for now, I have to bid u good bye.</div><div>Good bye love.</div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-4716805824196535002011-11-02T01:45:00.003+08:002011-11-02T01:49:09.749+08:00Ohai-o-gozaimasu!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOmRar0czQJqnQBiaIij3Q2UE0e8gPQt5v6xvs2VgVF3Ir1LMm9AnMp-xJAL9crefXdgDM4dA-80apC0ZYMFLxRJWQ7RvoKcqBjasnA98JVZU4ZJaORCYFMByVWveLDyjTLwij8cz7nk/s1600/MES.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOmRar0czQJqnQBiaIij3Q2UE0e8gPQt5v6xvs2VgVF3Ir1LMm9AnMp-xJAL9crefXdgDM4dA-80apC0ZYMFLxRJWQ7RvoKcqBjasnA98JVZU4ZJaORCYFMByVWveLDyjTLwij8cz7nk/s400/MES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670085787870335154" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Guess what?</div><div style="text-align: center;">My face was featured in a magazine!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Great news, right?</div><div style="text-align: center;">But, the downside of it is, it was a Japanese magazine!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, the article was written in Nihongo!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't speak Nihongo! Wakarimasen Nihongo!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sigh!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, if any of you readers able to read Japanese, please help me to translate thos article into Malay or English.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">;)</div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-20485527764908968062011-10-07T20:26:00.002+08:002011-10-07T20:27:21.487+08:00Football Maniac.I slept through the whole game.<div>Ingatkan Malaysia menang.</div><div>Rupa-rupanya first half dah kena belasah 4-0.</div><div>Sigh!</div><div><br /></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-66699989813712306152011-09-21T13:00:00.004+08:002011-09-21T14:38:08.263+08:00Cuba Cari Shin Chan!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6meYpht0UEY9huk14bcBCct5u_nrWujroxhPJcs_UFpSSGk9wS7DcM6d4cYfkIv5naqbpMC_3pmlMkHey61tG3A4CYPufBA63hVQbXYT0PyHY8OzPceLOtJavvusD1hWXle6jtGw4_ds/s1600/332074_2303501780362_1033748606_32735449_220102978_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6meYpht0UEY9huk14bcBCct5u_nrWujroxhPJcs_UFpSSGk9wS7DcM6d4cYfkIv5naqbpMC_3pmlMkHey61tG3A4CYPufBA63hVQbXYT0PyHY8OzPceLOtJavvusD1hWXle6jtGw4_ds/s400/332074_2303501780362_1033748606_32735449_220102978_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654673754961077874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Inilah kehidupan saya sekarang.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is my life now.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Spot the difference!</span></i></div><div><br /></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-61946528074192981392011-09-09T00:17:00.002+08:002011-09-09T00:19:30.113+08:00Sejuk Perut Mak.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPBdZ3CSEGu8eCTBgAhhXXf500l7cWj4Yt0TkqGjLi5auO3fYIb7891faCh8D35H-5hES7dSinyrm2ibuPvyDWgNnfxkYRxlULkRXswCOdWl8AifycN-JlKpITpYBaeZogzsipp4HRvg/s1600/Image013+%25284%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPBdZ3CSEGu8eCTBgAhhXXf500l7cWj4Yt0TkqGjLi5auO3fYIb7891faCh8D35H-5hES7dSinyrm2ibuPvyDWgNnfxkYRxlULkRXswCOdWl8AifycN-JlKpITpYBaeZogzsipp4HRvg/s400/Image013+%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650024063850765666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kalau lah ini anak saya.</div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-9098220441109124242011-08-20T09:37:00.005+08:002011-08-20T09:55:50.918+08:00I'm A Working Lady.<div><div style="text-align: justify;">Assalamualaikum :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This morning, I decided to write something about what I've been doing for the past one and a half months, that is, working my ass out!</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started my career as an Sime Darby trainee last July. I had to attend a 3 weeks in-class training in Genting. It was a great experience. Not just I got to know new people but as time went by, we became a big family.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am currently attached to Sime Darby R&D under the Plantation Division. My head office is in Carey Island but I had been assigned a task on bio-ethanol project in Batang Berjuntai. So, for the time being (and may be for the whole year), I have to travel from Banting to Batang Berjuntai every morning and evening, back and forth. Although the journey is very tiring but, I really enjoy what I'm doing now.</div><div>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These are the boots I have to wear everyday! This means, I have to forget all beautiful office wear, high heels and make-ups. My office uniform consist of a safety helmet, a safety jacket and these safety boots! I can wear any kind of jeans I want and any kind of tees I prefer. So relax but very unladylike!</div><div>
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love my job for now and hope I can excel in what I'm currently doing. I'm no longer a girl who will call his dad for money. I'm a working lady who earns money at the end of the month. I'm a lady who has big responsibilities now. I'm grateful for what I have now. Alhamdulillah! </div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-69230035484033220702011-06-26T23:36:00.002+08:002011-06-26T23:42:17.527+08:00Big Girl Doesn't Cry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPNqMe89SFOtuxSef6iy8sZ3qYWt76T3meUgVRgLm-1A2ViUobA55B8UPAGwSkOVMSx6JTdP62UHPW5DuZvV8gOG3RRAzVcudT9KKNYVBDbYoDrDrR4wZUUrFFlUfmLngE5FfhDFucoE/s1600/Image008+%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPNqMe89SFOtuxSef6iy8sZ3qYWt76T3meUgVRgLm-1A2ViUobA55B8UPAGwSkOVMSx6JTdP62UHPW5DuZvV8gOG3RRAzVcudT9KKNYVBDbYoDrDrR4wZUUrFFlUfmLngE5FfhDFucoE/s400/Image008+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622553846967368546" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I did it for love</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm doing it for love</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will do it for love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">May be all I need is a lot of patience</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ily</div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-58546483528371993842011-05-28T06:09:00.003+08:002011-05-28T06:13:48.987+08:00Will I Change In The Future?Nobody knows what will the future be.<div><i>Kita hanya merancang.</i></div><div><i>Tuhan yang menentukan.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B__0Hvi52cA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Last Thursday was really shocking. As I said before, the future is very unpredictable so all we can do is always be prepared.</div><div>Hope my 5 years plan will not be ruined. <i>Crossing fingers.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you guys will have a great weekend ahead. Take care! Love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ps; You don't have to delete all those text messages. <i>Wink!</i></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-30218822759027155102011-05-26T01:20:00.009+08:002011-05-26T01:46:05.128+08:00Not Bangkok Dangerous.<div><div style="text-align: left; ">I followed Mom to a meeting in Kuantan and had a chance to test my<i> 'new'</i> phone. No, it is still not a smart phone but the camera quality is better compared to the old one.</div><div><br /></div><div>We went there using an office car. The main destination was only Kuantan but Mom wanted to visit the site so we went to Tanjung Lumpur. Nothing much there. Just an usual fisherman village but it was good to breathe-in different kind of air though.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YG8j6rOw0Rf7o75iqjl2AdzbZEmJLLXYKOKY8UT63jsMDCjif7kcv61tTIL7g_PAUxvu7ATqCeoB-Z2wPviWIahBDE7_CE21G0BHGFx2ES3dsXt-157MEVPCOsRNBzKeqbH5O1rqcBg/s1600/Image005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YG8j6rOw0Rf7o75iqjl2AdzbZEmJLLXYKOKY8UT63jsMDCjif7kcv61tTIL7g_PAUxvu7ATqCeoB-Z2wPviWIahBDE7_CE21G0BHGFx2ES3dsXt-157MEVPCOsRNBzKeqbH5O1rqcBg/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710649145448978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HuwY6rN1-c8uKu38SnBQJXwq5Kv35nOl-ni0RSSyxChJlYZcVvtLD3daeFFEGKqi2nVuQpgx3THm2R-rKs0O6ibTUPiaOpFoxqyEn4YMaojY4XoMc6DsqQIftiVRAL_q5ZpTeMcZHIo/s1600/Image006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HuwY6rN1-c8uKu38SnBQJXwq5Kv35nOl-ni0RSSyxChJlYZcVvtLD3daeFFEGKqi2nVuQpgx3THm2R-rKs0O6ibTUPiaOpFoxqyEn4YMaojY4XoMc6DsqQIftiVRAL_q5ZpTeMcZHIo/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710222157849730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKsAo_Tm4Kw_cMfgQ8aCPjfdliZm8_J3hpzvJEuwua8y8ZrHqw1bR-IiQUmjzf2SKbO-D7Dc-YGobgLwaYYO8zApciUcRmf8GBFgggLbz_r5ctc882bnOl3573sMVHqww5L98oJp-S3E/s1600/Image007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRKsAo_Tm4Kw_cMfgQ8aCPjfdliZm8_J3hpzvJEuwua8y8ZrHqw1bR-IiQUmjzf2SKbO-D7Dc-YGobgLwaYYO8zApciUcRmf8GBFgggLbz_r5ctc882bnOl3573sMVHqww5L98oJp-S3E/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710218950727938" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Then we went to Semambu to check out an old Pajero that will be what they called <i>'demolish'</i>. I don't think that the Pajero was gonna be literally demolished. May be they will auction it off to people who need it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8G-uJvo4MZ8X7Ie3oveUT-hz2n2GN2WBuHqhDs1jfhbPH7oBo5A8Ab8R5ddmpvx_nAJR7VbI7M6qsdhNJhFXybR1Gn6Lg15FzB8igdcjILsFtCNJOpZBtW3LYUKgM3Z-1d3oFhKpuYg/s1600/Image008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8G-uJvo4MZ8X7Ie3oveUT-hz2n2GN2WBuHqhDs1jfhbPH7oBo5A8Ab8R5ddmpvx_nAJR7VbI7M6qsdhNJhFXybR1Gn6Lg15FzB8igdcjILsFtCNJOpZBtW3LYUKgM3Z-1d3oFhKpuYg/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710215882023938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4kr9YCa2RyOGEhSaxcXVstCKNP-rXXlCiBZ2uxFhcRlBbplTUbVXJzy9jrLSZGofavrGUOtcpb_WjLnGSA8MEyYBxqy0cqQFlxhP2FIPHvQ8EbW3QnDups0cqTI7iKwTWpU0JqD8wYU/s1600/Image009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4kr9YCa2RyOGEhSaxcXVstCKNP-rXXlCiBZ2uxFhcRlBbplTUbVXJzy9jrLSZGofavrGUOtcpb_WjLnGSA8MEyYBxqy0cqQFlxhP2FIPHvQ8EbW3QnDups0cqTI7iKwTWpU0JqD8wYU/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710211060840818" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of Bangkok, <i>somebody</i> just got home and unfortunately <i>that particular somebody</i> left his phone at home. <i>Sigh!</i> But what else I could say? Past is always gonna be the past and we should put it behind us, no? I just hope nothing similar will happen in the future. <i>Crossing fingers!</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5TpaVOgigqU_Yx0kc0dXjb_SFdZ-v0yKxYJqWWJie8STEroJBCzgNhZvkxvjyoQ99Z6OfdbD8EBPXF-mL6lpLcQj3rH9TC9IoumOOLzZ8RIWeAo5WbxS7BQdx6D0kwzy3SeUmyNj4X8/s1600/Image010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5TpaVOgigqU_Yx0kc0dXjb_SFdZ-v0yKxYJqWWJie8STEroJBCzgNhZvkxvjyoQ99Z6OfdbD8EBPXF-mL6lpLcQj3rH9TC9IoumOOLzZ8RIWeAo5WbxS7BQdx6D0kwzy3SeUmyNj4X8/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610710205595488530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">See you guys soon! Love, hugs and kisses. Take care!</div><div><br /></div></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-5321834270187454302011-05-16T14:47:00.007+08:002011-05-16T14:59:52.630+08:00I Safely Arrived At Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSZBhf_HYP40T1lFJJhAJ3veLyC-drWT83Ni4l479dW5B_g57cT_o1AjaAJotfQivDgk6K3LauYmnRAenhmSwxJ6baztR79wJ90CIqrReu98cQwSNZOGdlFVE_4PL6NYtM5zBnrRm_Ro/s1600/11R+merge+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwSZBhf_HYP40T1lFJJhAJ3veLyC-drWT83Ni4l479dW5B_g57cT_o1AjaAJotfQivDgk6K3LauYmnRAenhmSwxJ6baztR79wJ90CIqrReu98cQwSNZOGdlFVE_4PL6NYtM5zBnrRm_Ro/s400/11R+merge+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607203192693207314" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Official photo of me receiving the scroll.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The original photo was not up to my expectation. My eyes were halfway open so I asked to person in-charge to edit the photo and this is the end product.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Be careful on the road. See you soon. Take care!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Smoochessssss :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-15183171435406315142011-05-15T22:40:00.003+08:002011-05-15T22:49:30.083+08:00Happy Teacher's DayHappy Teacher's Day to me!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >May be not.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, Happy Teacher's Day to all teachers out there!</div><div>God bless you always.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><i>I was once a student for a long 15 years!</i></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-89751460323638744342011-05-14T23:38:00.006+08:002011-05-15T00:06:38.273+08:00The D-day ;)<div>Alhamdulillah!<div>Everything planned went very smoothly.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxSc0bS1WTt5xHUuBVuxEH4tmNgBY8GrigvL8XDzQjpwm3sFq_VqRLTtPQPzryzob2gRexQYzumcOuhsS7Vs2YmCFBSeX0TxXCIr-FgfqqJ0ppWDmlXbFSXL5-UtRgR0K5XOglAaK68U/s1600/IMG_8578.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxSc0bS1WTt5xHUuBVuxEH4tmNgBY8GrigvL8XDzQjpwm3sFq_VqRLTtPQPzryzob2gRexQYzumcOuhsS7Vs2YmCFBSeX0TxXCIr-FgfqqJ0ppWDmlXbFSXL5-UtRgR0K5XOglAaK68U/s400/IMG_8578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606603477875037122" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Thank God for giving me the chance to stand on your ground. Million thanks to my parents for the 23 years of guidance and most importantly thank you Mom for every single drop of your milk, sweat, tears and blood that has successfully brought me to where I am now. Thank you to all teachers, lecturers and friends for everything!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so bless to have all of you in my life! THANK YOU!</div><div><br /></div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6979074547488183036.post-69228730007909500692011-05-12T22:27:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:43:31.843+08:00Assalamualaikum!Com apa? Combat!<div>Bat apa? Batman!</div><div>Men apa? Mentol!</div><div>Tol apa? Tolak!</div><div>Lak apa? Laksa!</div><div>Sa apa? Satu!</div><div>Tu apa? Tuah!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you guys still remember this song? We used to make jokes of everything around us, no? I miss my childhood days cause I don't think I had an awesome one. My mom was a very furious mom. I'm not blaming her for acting like that. She did a great job back then or else I won't be where I am now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last Sunday was Mother's Day but typical little family of mine does not celebrate much of the days. I was out the whole day doing tutor classes. Alhamdulillah for the rezeki given. Only mom and dad were staying in.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I browsed through mom's phone and found out a very sweet and romantic text message sent by dad. I didn't know he was a romantic guy. Haha! Dad is always with either blur or straight face. Almost with no feelings. <i>Sigh!</i> To cut the story short, dad wished mom Happy Mother's Day and he mentioned that he was so thankful for mom being his company, best friend and mother to his five children for almost 28 years of their marriage.</div><div><br /></div><div>It got me thinking cause I didn't send or wish mom for the Mother's Day. May be I should get something for her. Hurmmm. Scratching head.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I'm thinking what to get for belated Mother's Day, you guys take care of yourselves, k! See you soon!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ohh, and HAPPY <i>BELATED</i> MOTHER'S DAY to all of you mothers! Cheers to another year!</div>Nisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12843553802215811996noreply@blogger.com0