<?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-9684769</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:33:50.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard Knock Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4526984553748390492</id><published>2008-07-02T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:03:23.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>asd,jklasfjlkaslfkal;kfa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4526984553748390492?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4526984553748390492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4526984553748390492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4526984553748390492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4526984553748390492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2008/07/123.html' title='123'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-8742067316775500818</id><published>2008-01-01T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:21:37.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2008</title><content type='html'>Time sure flies fast. It's 2008. Actually i dont feel any difference with any other day. Shld i feel this way? I have no idea what i shld feel. I wasnt even interested in watching the countdown last night but i watched the last 15 mins of the show. I rather watch the Xmen triology on SCV. Few minutes before the show ended, i was at slumberland. Way too sleepy to watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to overhaul my sleeping pattern since i had been sleeping late during the hols &amp;amp; of coz which means waking up late. I purposely did certain things so that i could minimise my sleep &amp;amp; in turn force myself to sleep. I guess it worked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th Dec, i suppose to go to Orchard Hotel for Majlis Anugerah Persuratan. But last minute i told them i cant make it coz i have a fmily obligation. My aunt wants me to help out. My cousin who was newlywed held a family gathering for her aunts, uncles &amp;amp; cousins who had helped for her wedding event in 1 way or another...it's like a thank you dinner thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there frm noon till 1130 pm. After hubby &amp;amp; I send the kids &amp;amp; maid home, we went to Orchard cineleisure with Fara &amp;amp; Li. Watched National Treasures: Book of Secrets at 1.30am. When the movie ended, we went supper at Singgah Selalu (JB). Was there till 6.30am &amp;amp; proceed home. I fell asleep while we stopped at a petrol kiosk. When i woke up, i realise i was at another petrol kiosk but it was at Woodlands. It was 7.30am. Whoooaaaa...that was early..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only slept at 930am coz i was surfing the net. And i woke up at 415pm. But before that i woke up ard 11am &amp;amp; noon coz i heard my son screamed. Thought something happened but he was just crying coz he wanted something. At 530pm, we went out again with Fara &amp;amp; Li. This time Faezin tagged along. We went to autoshow &amp;amp; shopping at Expo. The autoshow was a boring one whereas the Metro Sale was not that boring coz i need to buy clothes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 1130pm. I watched tv &amp;amp; played pc game all the way till 8am. I have few reasons other than changing my sleeping pattern why i slept that late. 1) I was not sleepy. 2) i dont want my hols to end. It's like making my 24hrs last longer by not sleeping. Stupid? Who cares anyway, its just something psychological. Took a short nap &amp;amp; then by 945am i went to sch with Fitri. Had to go to clear something. What else? Deskcopies. AKAR have to be condemned coz making space for MEKAR. &amp;amp; I gave out what ever books that could still be used. Since sch closed at noon coz its new yr eve, i went for lunch with Azna at McD CWP. Then hubby fetched me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn sleepy but i forced myself not to take any naps so that i could sleep early. But i ended up sleeping a 12+am. Wanted to wake up at 730 but only woke up at 930. At least its earlier than my usual 10+am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm a bit sleepy. Oh ya, anyway for those who wished me Happy New Yr, sorry i didnt reply. Dont feel that happy anyway so i purposely dont reply. Its just any other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, i'm suppose to do my lesson plan. I did start last night but just filling in the dates. Hahaha. Anyway, we have no new P1-P4 txtbk &amp;amp; wkbk yet. Soooo...tak yah buat la eh. Actually i have my own copy but this is just my lame excuse. Hahahahahahahahaha...lame seh aku ni. I'll think i go to bed ard 10+ which is soon. Gd nite all. &amp;amp; happy schling &amp;amp; working to all 2moro. (I'm not happy anyway.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-8742067316775500818?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8742067316775500818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=8742067316775500818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8742067316775500818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8742067316775500818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-2008.html' title='It&apos;s 2008'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6113377134842501326</id><published>2007-12-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:17:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've started working again. Had AGM on Thurs &amp;amp; dept meeting just now. Holiday.....why must u leave me so soon?! *Sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;After work, I was sooo sleepy. Masa baring2, tertidur pula tadi. But hubby work me up at 8pm &amp;amp; said that my maid is sick. She's having fever. So i double checked with her since she didn't mention it just now.&lt;br /&gt;Her temperature was quite high so I brought her to the clinic. Since no1 at home, I have to bring the kids along. Suka lah budak2 tu dapat jalan2 walaupun sekejap saja.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak..my lappy batt is low. I'll cont later since hubby is using the charger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6113377134842501326?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6113377134842501326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6113377134842501326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6113377134842501326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6113377134842501326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-work.html' title='Back to Work!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4595422800704725364</id><published>2007-12-27T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:46:32.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gonna have less than 5 hrs of sleep...</title><content type='html'>Look at the time. I should be in bed right now. I'm sleepy but my bio clock is still not fully ready to change. I still feel the urge to chat, blog or even play game till wee hours in the morning. But I gotta sleep. Haiyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have meeting at 9am tomoro. I'm told tat its only gonna end at 5pm. Lama kannnnn! Im so lazy! Opps...shouldnt say that word. I'm soooo not ready. That's better. I'm tired of my blogskin but I'm lazy to change it.  Opps...not another lazy word. Merepek la aku ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah...guess wat. I feel asleep just a few sec ago. Rabak seh aku ni. Ok i better sleep now. If not I wont be able to keep my eyes open &amp;amp; pay attention. Nite one a&amp;amp; all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4595422800704725364?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4595422800704725364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4595422800704725364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4595422800704725364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4595422800704725364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-gonna-have-less-than-5-hrs-of-sleep.html' title='I gonna have less than 5 hrs of sleep...'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-7518840191457135128</id><published>2007-12-27T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:04:06.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey what happened to my tagboard?</title><content type='html'>Alamak my tagboard having prob. I cant post any reply. Basket doo dah betol lah! Sorry to those who tagged. I cant post any replies. Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-7518840191457135128?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7518840191457135128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=7518840191457135128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7518840191457135128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7518840191457135128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-what-happened-to-my-tagboard.html' title='Hey what happened to my tagboard?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-7524677270466463189</id><published>2007-12-26T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:03:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo hoo.. it's almost end of the year</title><content type='html'>Ok its like a few more wkdays b4 sch strts! Wah liao...cepat seh. Ok nvm. I'm here just to put the links for the pics that i took wif the netballers &amp;amp; the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets me optismistic alisa..."yeay...dah nak strt keje..its work time soon...real soon...yeay!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rite. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/202/Shopping_wif_My_Netballers_121207"&gt;http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/202/Shopping_wif_My_Netballers_121207&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/199/Makan_Time_McD_071207"&gt;http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/199/Makan_Time_McD_071207&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/170"&gt;http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/170&lt;/a&gt; (Children's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/169"&gt;http://v517v.multiply.com/photos/album/169&lt;/a&gt; (National Day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-7524677270466463189?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7524677270466463189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=7524677270466463189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7524677270466463189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7524677270466463189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/12/wooo-hoo-its-almost-end-of-year.html' title='Wooo hoo.. it&apos;s almost end of the year'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-1516534802841438412</id><published>2007-08-31T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:42:09.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>Yes it's the time again. Teachers' Day...it marked another yr that students show appreaciation to their teachers. However I believed that appreaciation should not come once a year. Teachers would get buried with gifts from students...as for me it's the thought that counts. A sincere 'Thank You' would be enough to make my day regardless if it's a Teachers' Day or just any day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day getting too commercialised. gifts specially made for this time. Not only that, they get expensive too! I really the kids who can't afford gifts &amp; yet the still wanna get gifts for their teachers so in the end, parents spend money on these gifts which could be useless at times rather than spending the money on getting the necessary stuffs for their kids like stationeries etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the time when I received more gifts than my own birthday...hahah. Anyway, my sincere thank you to my students near &amp; far who wished to still give me gifts on this occasion. I just hope you study hard &amp;amp; smart &amp; pursue or dreams. My apologies if I ever hurt anyone of you in during my lessons. Last but not least, I greatly missed my 1st batch of P6, yr 2004. You peeps really take away a portion of my heart when you left &amp;amp; also to all my ex-netballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Happy Teachers' Day to all my teachers, mentors, colleagues...esp Mrs Zehnder, Mdm Siti Alfiah, Cikgu Ahmad Sharom, Cikgu Ali Hanifiah &amp;amp; other teachers that touched my life. Without all of you, I won't be where I am now. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-1516534802841438412?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1516534802841438412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=1516534802841438412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/1516534802841438412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/1516534802841438412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-7632313645011880202</id><published>2007-05-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:10:05.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been lazy &amp; bz</title><content type='html'>its been ages since i post anything here...y coz lazy la &amp;amp; donno wat to post.. soon la.. just in a crappy mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-7632313645011880202?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7632313645011880202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=7632313645011880202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7632313645011880202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7632313645011880202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/05/been-lazy-bz.html' title='been lazy &amp; bz'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-8547766332883546013</id><published>2007-03-12T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:00:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Netball</title><content type='html'>Ok..Netball Announcement! There will be netball on Wednesday with Mz Azna...mayb i drop by..maybe not. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Date:14th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Attire: PE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Invited: Current P6 SLPS netballers &amp; ex-SLPS netballers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anw, drop by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://slsistas.multiply.com"&gt;http://slsistas.multiply.com&lt;/a&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/9684769-8547766332883546013?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8547766332883546013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=8547766332883546013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8547766332883546013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8547766332883546013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/03/holiday-netball.html' title='Holiday Netball'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6819448812168971386</id><published>2007-03-09T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:01:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To shift or not to shift</title><content type='html'>This has been in my head for quite sometime. I've already shifted my other blog to multiply. So i guess i gonna move this to multiply too soon. I think it's easier to update. And of coz easier for me to blog hop. No doubt blogspot has given me the freedom to express myself by creating my own skin but with multiply, i definitely have my network of readers &amp;amp; new friends. So feel free to come visit that site of mine : &lt;a href="http://v517v.multiply.com"&gt;http://v517v.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6819448812168971386?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6819448812168971386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6819448812168971386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6819448812168971386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6819448812168971386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-shift-or-not-to-shift.html' title='To shift or not to shift'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-1752002576079181747</id><published>2007-02-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:37:46.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion - for people who ever thought of doing it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Mommy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in Heaven now, sitting on God's lap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so wanted to be your little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't quite understand what has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw I had fingers and toes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard Daddy yelling back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wondered why you cried so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day you cried almost all of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hurt for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That same day, the most horrible thing happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you never heard me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete terror is all I felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the monster started ripping my arms off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how I begged it to stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to make all your tears go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many plans to make you happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No use now, for I was dying a painful death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt myself rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The angel took me to God and set me on His lap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said He loved me more than everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried very hard to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was impossible to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be careful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Baby Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/Rd8W9s69TxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NwbribP-f8o/s1600-h/ShowLetter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034768157709782802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/Rd8W9s69TxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NwbribP-f8o/s320/ShowLetter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I have to settle some stuff for P4 camp. Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-8222419680454588004?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8222419680454588004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=8222419680454588004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8222419680454588004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8222419680454588004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/netball-annoucement.html' title='Netball Annoucement!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4017762458361311049</id><published>2007-02-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:49:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Tai Tai Life</title><content type='html'>2day marks the end of my tai tai life. alaaa... nvm, i will go out shopping with my best buddy. Need to buy new shoes lah. Then tomorrow is back to work cum sch for me. Actually have nothing much to say. Still sleepy. &amp; going to do lesson plan &amp;amp; target setting before i go shopping. Leceh betul seh ni paperwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Chinese New Yr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to all my my Chinese students &amp;amp; friends&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/9684769-4017762458361311049?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4017762458361311049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4017762458361311049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4017762458361311049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4017762458361311049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-tai-tai-life.html' title='End of Tai Tai Life'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6009350511837078594</id><published>2007-02-15T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:09:14.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me on BlogTv</title><content type='html'>Heheh..I was on blogtv for the V Day episode.. all that due to my cheeseburger &amp; fries love story. Just sent it for fun actually &amp;amp; never thought that i would win that N73. I was told to meet FD &amp; the crew at Bedok MacD. I was there at 5.45 pm but they were late. Then we had a miscommunication &amp;amp; they were at the MacD at interchg whereas i was the one at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite embaressed actually coz I can sense people staring at us. I just ignore that uncomfy feeling by not looking around. Why was i there? Ohh...they wanted to surprise my hubby at his workplace. Haha..he was really surprised! He kept asking whats happening. After everything was over. He still in a state of shock..he said that was surreal. And he cant stop grinning. Hehe..this yr is the most memorable dating anniversary we had. &amp; kinda 1st time we celebrate v day coz we dont really care much abt it since we celebrate every mth on the 21st by making sure that we wish each other happy anniversary at the stroke of midnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this weekend we will be celebrating our belated wedding anniversary at costa sand downtown east. wow..another great celebration. 2007 is a good yr for me...celebrating 10 yrs of our friendship &amp;amp; 7 yrs of our marriage (2006). oooh ya btw.. i look extra fat on tv..mayb next time i try under or behind the tv. most of the time i just sit in front of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6009350511837078594?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6009350511837078594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6009350511837078594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6009350511837078594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6009350511837078594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-on-blogtv.html' title='Me on BlogTv'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5783061025250166388</id><published>2007-02-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:41:51.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball Again</title><content type='html'>I had netball just now. I was late coz I can't sleep. I only slept at 3am. So when my alarm clock sounded at 7am, I didn't hear it. I only woke up at 7.45am. Quickly showered &amp; went to school. Oh Azna was late too. Haha.. Poor gals were waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Rohainy, Farah, Iznie, Qama, Zarifah, Anisah, Edora &amp;amp; Mahera came. The juniors were more better behaved. So are the seniors. They are good girls. It's just that they like to manja2 with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for some of them to groom... those vain pots.. lolz, i ate some sandwhiches that were leftover by some talk or something. Gave some to the hungry piranha-liked gals.. haha. The moment i put the paper plate, the food disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to MacD (as usual..how to lose weight?) with Azna &amp; some of the seniors. Chit chat with them.. i loved this time of the day. It's a relaxing &amp;amp; i learn more abt the gals. Found out that the Sec 1 have bfs but not the seniors. I quote,"I have no time for bf in my life". Cool. Never jump on the bandwagon..so what if others have bfs. As long as u're happy. U don't need any bf to be complete..that doesn't make you less straight ya. The pics are in &lt;a href="http://slsistas.multiply.com"&gt;http://slsistas.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; but not added..hehe lazy wanna upload2. Another day k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..i have only 1 wk left before i'm back to work.. alaaa..boring pulak. Nvm lah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5783061025250166388?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5783061025250166388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5783061025250166388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5783061025250166388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5783061025250166388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/netball-again.html' title='Netball Again'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-2016619953939419044</id><published>2007-02-08T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:29:02.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball is ON!</title><content type='html'>Ok my netballers far &amp; wide. I want to inform u that this Saturday netball is on. It's at 8.30am. Pls dress in PE attire. For seniors, pls be reminded to behave yourself &amp;amp; be a good example to your junior. Here's the detailed info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Netball Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8.30 - 10.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;School Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PE attire&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/9684769-2016619953939419044?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2016619953939419044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=2016619953939419044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2016619953939419044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2016619953939419044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/netball-is-on.html' title='Netball is ON!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-3736473715513716354</id><published>2007-02-03T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:28:40.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Netball</title><content type='html'>azna wanted me to help her out today. at 1st i was reluctant but thinking that she helped me lots of time, i turned up. i even invite the ex-netballers. let me see.. rohainy, qama, anisah, nazihah, iznie, zarifah &amp; farah came..it seems they are still enjoying netball. they still look the same &amp;amp; act the same..noisy &amp; annoying..haha.. mayb nazihah looked taller, qama snipped her long hair.. the rest just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as for the p6 gals, ok some are new but had to go through crash course with netball coz they have only 1 mth to practice. just now they were like..huh?..must run?..huh?..run some more?..aiyoh! complain &amp;amp; complain.. i have no idea why they want to join netball in the 1st place when they dont want to run..they should join other cca then like band or science club.. something that wont make them sweaty.. dont have to run around.. just a reminder gals.. &lt;strong&gt;NETBALL IS A SPORT&lt;/strong&gt;.. &amp; for goodness sake u have to RUN &amp;amp; sweat. netball is not abt the game &amp; happily throwing ball. u must have the basic skills in order to enjoy the game.. unless u want to be bullied by your opponent. then the game become just whistling for free pass. &amp;amp; also both of us are not paid extra for coaching &amp; wasting time since u all lurrve to drag ur feet.. &amp;amp; also im not even suppose to come ok.. IM ON LEAVE! But cikgu azna is the main reason for my attendance. we dont mind sacrificing our time but be appreciative &amp; discipline urselves.. no whining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;oh ya to my darling seniors, pls behave urselves.. it can be quite irritating when here we are trying to explain the rules &amp;amp; games.. &amp; there u pple are making noise &amp;amp; take their attention away frm us. i love u pple a lot but i have limit to my patience.. so just a gentle reminder: this is my last warning! if u pple cant behave &amp; show better discipline &amp;amp; be role models.. i will not allow u 2 come on sat. so if any1 read this pls infrm the rest. as u know.. there are time for seriousness &amp; jokes.. no hard feeling.. just stating wat i feel. u get wat i mean rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the session, we went macD for lunch. rohainy, qama, zarifah, anisah &amp;amp; farah joined us. we had fun talking abt sch &amp; teasing them abt boys.. of coz la boys excite thm. thr gals called azna aunty.. n me kakak...hoho..feel ultimately super young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having lunch, we were talking abt blogs &amp;amp; then they were saying abt blogs for the SL sistas..which is a team i created last yr. mayb i'll do that..but i'll see if i'm free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-3736473715513716354?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3736473715513716354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=3736473715513716354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3736473715513716354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3736473715513716354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/netball.html' title='Netball'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5788983510879897733</id><published>2007-02-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:15:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Your Mummy Blog?</title><content type='html'>Hi i'm back with vengence..me n my crap..haha. Ok this is the topic frm blogtv. As we know that teenagers looooove to blog. They blog about themselves, their bf/gf, frens, sch..of coz parents. Basically they blog abt their lives. I have read blogs that has bday wish for parents, quarrel with parents..just ranting abt how much they hate their parents or rules or curfews or decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i just wanna know if ur parents blog. If they do, do u mind them complaining abt u to the world just as how u do to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5788983510879897733?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5788983510879897733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5788983510879897733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5788983510879897733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5788983510879897733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/does-your-mummy-blog.html' title='Does Your Mummy Blog?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-3477731797254617771</id><published>2007-02-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:45:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Fish</title><content type='html'>I just had a new arrowana.. jambu seh. I find that this fish swim with grace &amp;amp; looks majestic. Louhan, si ikan jendol tu.. i tak berkenan langsung. its ugly regardless of its price! But arrowana is different. hmm.. actually i dont know what to say.. nvm i'll be back later to update more. now no idea..sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-3477731797254617771?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3477731797254617771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=3477731797254617771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3477731797254617771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3477731797254617771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-new-fish.html' title='My New Fish'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6469783149698891230</id><published>2007-01-27T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:45:51.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper movie rates for students!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbpaPXVNCPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T8IZRI1LhKg/s1600-h/promo_Jan_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024427554292697330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbpaPXVNCPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T8IZRI1LhKg/s320/promo_Jan_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbpaPXVNCPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T8IZRI1LhKg/s72-c/promo_Jan_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5407503276100979296</id><published>2007-01-25T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T06:37:46.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Wearing The Correct Bra Size?</title><content type='html'>This is important for us female.. u can find out more from these websites:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afraidtoask.com/breast/brasizeform1.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.afraidtoask.com/breast/brasizeform1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/andromeda123/sizeguide.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v412/andromeda123/sizeguide.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5407503276100979296?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5407503276100979296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5407503276100979296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5407503276100979296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5407503276100979296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-wearing-correct-bra-size.html' title='Are You Wearing The Correct Bra Size?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-8763069152179855865</id><published>2007-01-21T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T19:27:08.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Romantic Story of Cheeseburger &amp; Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when i ate cheeseburger &amp; fries, i smiled to myself. I remember some fond memories. Today mark the beginning of that love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 10 yrs since I first met him. He's not a stranger to me but he's my pen pal. We knew each other for a few months. We only communicate thru letters. Some people say that both of us were in Spore so what the heck were we writing letters for? I guess because i like writing letters and i'm the type who quite faithful to my bf. So since both of us are attached, i made it a point not to communicate thru phone or meet him. So on this date 10 yrs ago, I plucked up my courage to ask him out. And the rest is history. Of coz little that i realise that he would be the one. He's my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time, both of us were not really employed, we can't afford luxuries. I was waiting for my A level results &amp; he's still in NS so we were financially tight. We created a way to mark our monthly anniversary by going to MacDonald to buy a cheeseburger meal. We imagined that the cheeseburger is our cake &amp;amp; we used fries as candles for the cake &amp; of coz i have to light the candles using chillie sauce as flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark the special day today, I bought a cake from Prima Deli..it's sooo yummy. I also gave him a mug coz i have no idea what to get him at such a short time (&amp;amp; he had most of the gadget that he wanted). Wanted to get him PSP game cartridge but i have no idea what he had or liked. I even called MacDonald for delivery. As you might have guessed, I have cheeseburger &amp; fries to remind us of our humble beginning when we rather spend money on burger than cake. Although my surprise was spoiled when he walked into our bedrm &amp; saw the cake. But he was still surprise that i get him gift &amp;amp; cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time do fly fast. Never realise that its's been 10 yrs. I hope that I can go through another 10 yr hurdle. Whoever thought that he would be my hubby &amp; father of my kids. Love u abang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbTfe3vk5hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r_5w8mM8t7c/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022885205877515794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbTfe3vk5hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r_5w8mM8t7c/s200/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbTffHvk5iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6eka-KZJBUU/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022885210172483106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbTffHvk5iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6eka-KZJBUU/s200/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our 'cheeseburger cake&amp;amp; its fries candles'. Haha..irritating seh ambik pic dgn dia. This was the 3rd pic. Before that he did cross-eyed! Cekik darah tul! Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-8763069152179855865?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8763069152179855865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=8763069152179855865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8763069152179855865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8763069152179855865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/romantic-story-of-cheeseburger-fries.html' title='The Romantic Story of Cheeseburger &amp; Fries'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RbTfe3vk5hI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r_5w8mM8t7c/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6044464005794712085</id><published>2007-01-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:58:51.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taufik's Autograph Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/Raovk3vk5SI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw3hxUwpV5c/s1600-h/taufik-promo-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019877045143135522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/Raovk3vk5SI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw3hxUwpV5c/s320/taufik-promo-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've promised my son that I will bring him to see Taufik last yr but I didn't get the chance. So today was my chance to redeem myself &amp; deliver what I promised him. To see his idol, Taufik or what he used to call when he's 2 yrs old, Anan (whick means idol tapi pelatlah..what u expect he wz 2 yr old when Taufik b'came Spore 1st idol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got ready at 1 pm and we left home half hour later. It was still drizzling &amp;amp; I have no umbrella (left it at sch last yr). Met my neighbour, Stella &amp; her kids at the void deck. She wanted to lend me her umbrella but i turn down the offer. The bus seems late. We reached Causeway Pt at 2 pm and the atrium was already pack. My son &amp;amp; I joined the Q. Then I look around expecting to see my students of coz. Hehe. I felt a bit embaressed but who cares. I'm not the over excited teenager that scream &amp; scream anymore. I'm an adult. My screaming fan days was over long time ago. It was with KRU. (Benci tak dpt jumpa Yusry &amp;amp; Norman during CicakMan promo at CP..ni semua hubby nye pasal.dia tahu tapi tak bagi tau..hmph)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Taufik, we waited &amp; waited. Daniel Ong was the host. He's quite funny. My son was already bored waiting. He saw people with Taufik's CD &amp;amp; asked for ours but I told him he can only hold it when we are about to meet him. He kept asking for Taufik until at 1 point he cried. Taufik..kau ni lambat la. Then at last he appeared. He sang a few song. Since people were standing, I had to carry my heavy son. Aiyoh! After Taufik sang Usah Lepaskan, Faezin said he wanted to pee. So I told the gal next to me to hold my place while i send him to toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Q was long, we waited and waited for our turn. While waiting for our turn on stage, we took photo with Daniel Ong. He's quite sweet lah. After he autographed the CD sleeve, I took his photo with Ezin &amp; then we took photo the 3 of us together. Faezin was so happy but at the same time he's tired. Poor thing. So I bought him donut &amp;amp; strawberry shake &amp; headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yah..i saw some students just now. Let me see who I saw or met; Insyirah, Hajar, Ezma, Syaffiqah, Aqid, Albania &amp; few others that I dont know their names except I've seen them in sch. I also met some ex-students frm 2004 graduating batch, Zana, Farah, Sidah &amp;amp; Shahidah. Agaknye terkejut tak budak2 ni saw me there. Eh saya pun minat Taufik tau! Hehe..Ok here's the pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouHXvk5QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fbJl0oQ6pms/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019875438825366786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouHXvk5QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fbJl0oQ6pms/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We &amp; Daniel Ong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouHHvk5PI/AAAAAAAAABI/FWk05ZEIcNU/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019875434530399474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouHHvk5PI/AAAAAAAAABI/FWk05ZEIcNU/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faezin &amp;amp; Taufik..see Faezin looks sleepy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouGnvk5OI/AAAAAAAAABA/whMTpeuY4Ws/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019875425940464866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/RaouGnvk5OI/AAAAAAAAABA/whMTpeuY4Ws/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Faezin &amp;amp; Taufik..cute lah si Taufik ni. A sweet guy too. All the best to u Taufik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6044464005794712085?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6044464005794712085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6044464005794712085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6044464005794712085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6044464005794712085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/taufiks-autograph-session.html' title='Taufik&apos;s Autograph Session'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8cXohzT_qUQ/Raovk3vk5SI/AAAAAAAAABg/gw3hxUwpV5c/s72-c/taufik-promo-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-3522257705548807838</id><published>2007-01-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:35:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEKSa</title><content type='html'>Siri dokumenteri SEKSa just started. I watched it on Weds. There was a case on a 15 yr old gal who got pregnant by her 16 yr old bf. Her mother trusted her &amp;amp; the bf 100% by leaving them alone at her place 'studying'. Her mother found out of their other act when she received a letter from the hospital which shed light that her daughter had an abortion. I knew that she must be devastated with both teenagers act. They betrayed the trust given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i knew few gals that got pregnant due to pre-marital sex. Here's the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X was a problematic gal and always ran away from home. She got pregnant and her parents wanted her to get married asap with the guy responsible for her pregnancy. She's at the moment not unemployed and so is the guy. So they are financially unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that she kept the baby but at the same time their marriage was definitely not stable and it won't last long because of the financial issues that might arise in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y was a wild gal and mixed freely with guys. She got pregnant and her mother wants her to abort the baby but she refuse so her parents wanted them to get married. However, the guy did not want to be responsible. Even his mother did not want his son to be held responsible. So in the end she stayed as a single mother and kept her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that she kept her baby at whatever cost. But she has to be strong to go through whatever society might throw at her or the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals family are quite supportive regardless how disappointed or ashamed they are. They helped the gals whatever way they could. That happened few years back. Now both are moving forward but at times their past tend to haunt them. Basically, the gals are the one suffering the humiliation. What happened to the guys? Usually the get away scot free and sometimes dont repent..yap they can be swines at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-3522257705548807838?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3522257705548807838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=3522257705548807838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3522257705548807838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3522257705548807838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/seksa.html' title='SEKSa'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-1791117426047747595</id><published>2007-01-12T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:45:07.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Clothes</title><content type='html'>Tuesday hubby did not work so we planned to go shopping at a warehouse sale near my aunt's place. I thought I just buy undergarments but I can't resist buying clothes when I saw that the pants are cute and has my size. Since i planned to dress better this yr, I had to change a bit of my wardrobe so I bought 4 pants &amp;amp; 2 blouses. My hubby just shook his head. I told him that i don't shop for clothes often so its ok if i do it once a while. Now to get new shoes. I saw 2 pairs that i like at metro. I think i will buy 1 of that next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-1791117426047747595?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1791117426047747595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=1791117426047747595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/1791117426047747595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/1791117426047747595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-clothes.html' title='New Clothes'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5981773779122708290</id><published>2007-01-09T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:01:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'Hot' Topic</title><content type='html'>Looks like i opened pandora's box.. hehe. Ok this is my stand. I dont mind students having bf/gf BUT i dont think pr sch is a suitable age coz at this age kids are less mature and more naive. Thus easily influenced &amp; gullible to peer pressure. When u have bf/gf at this age the priority sort of shifted from concerntrating on studies &amp;amp; PSLE in P6 to getting pretty &amp; gaining boys' attention. Macam gini dah confirm jadi minah...asyik nak melawa aje...dah mcm bimbo...lawa tapi bengap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand whats the hurry to have bf/gf at this age coz it's not like u are ready to settle down at 12 right. No doubt u might have more experience than any Jane that has bf at 18. But what kind of experience are we talking about? A pr sch student cant even know the difference between crush and love. The BGR relationship could just be a crush, 'ur cute &amp; i like u' kind of thing. Then the relationship tends to fizzle out before it could hit 1 mth let alone 1 wk. Why i say this is due to the fact that if another fren of the opposite gender comes along &amp; show more concern, the so called love will shift to that person. Then it will continue so on &amp;amp; so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people even have bf/gf just for the sake of showing off &amp; collecting ex. Then the common lines while talking with friends would be:-&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, how kau &amp; A?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kita dah break. Alah dia merepek ah. Bingit ah dgn dia."&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, kira kau ni single la eh sekarang."&lt;br /&gt;"Single? Tak lah aku dgn B la. Kita baru stead semlm. Kalau A tu kira cerita basi."&lt;br /&gt;"Wah cepat seh...setahu aku kau masih dengan A 2 days ago. Ni kira bf kau yg ke berapa?"&lt;br /&gt;"B is my 4th. Eh salah..aku lupa si Z. B is my 5th."&lt;br /&gt;"Wah terror seh kau. U're so popular. U're so lucky seh."&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu member pun kembang la kan coz dia sangka dia popular &amp; terror coz ada byk stead. Merepek rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person has no bf/gf in pri sch will make the person tak laku or not popular &amp; get married late? I dont think so. Base on experience, having bf/gf earlier or later has no effect on when u're settling down. I started dating only when I'm 16 and I married at 21. My fren started hers when she's 21 and got married at mid 20s. Another fren started hers earlier than me but tak sure at what age &amp; she only got married at 28. Oh ya, my fren's sis dated when in sec sch got married after her N or O level. She's not interested in studying anymore. So what does this show? It shows that dating when u're in pr sch doesnt really confirm u marry early or jadi tak laku. The best is to make more frens &amp;amp; have fun during that time. If dah jodoh, few yrs later u might meet an old fren &amp; really fall in love. Lagi pun pr sch is compulsory education and PSLE is a stepping stone to your future. What's the use of wasting ur time concerntrating on 1 person during pr sch &amp;amp; then when u go sec sch, the relationship ended or u kena dump coz ur stead has new person.. then u'll go like shit why did i waste my time with him. He's soo useless &amp; stupid. By then, u can turn back time to do better in PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if u have bf/gf in pr sch, the chances of indulging in sex will be higher. Thats why there are cases of gals having sex at 13. Pregnant at 13. Why waste the time with a guy that is your age &amp; less mature la of coz when u have 10 guys whom are frens with you &amp;amp; u having crush on almost all of them &amp; enjoying their company but not being attach to any. Then after that u find that eh i dont even love any of them when u go sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now i'm open for comments. Feel free. If my son ada gf masa sec sch i wont be that happy. Ye lah nanti nak belikan gf present or dating dgn dia.. duit minta mak bapak. Aiyoh! Abih nanti bergayut pat fon....u letak dulu..ala u letak dulu la...yada..yada..yada...etc tapi kerja skola tak abiskan.  Ok before i continue anymore ranting, let me end here. So wats ur comment? If long type pat comment. If short type pat tag aje la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5981773779122708290?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5981773779122708290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5981773779122708290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5981773779122708290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5981773779122708290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/hot-topic.html' title='The &apos;Hot&apos; Topic'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-2807006051112296372</id><published>2007-01-08T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:31:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought more stuff.</title><content type='html'>I bought Taufik's CD. Wanna bring my son to see him. He wanted to meet Taufik since 2 yrs back. Now I using 2 sony ericsson hp, k800i &amp; blue z610i. Jambu seh hp tu. Saja je nak ckp ni dah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-2807006051112296372?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2807006051112296372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=2807006051112296372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2807006051112296372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2807006051112296372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-bought-more-stuff.html' title='I bought more stuff.'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-524659800835878918</id><published>2007-01-08T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:57:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite at the Museum</title><content type='html'>Wanted to do a movie review but kept forgeting. Went to to watch it last yr, eve of aidiladha at Orchard Cineleisure. i watched the 4.30am show with hubby, girl &amp; boy. After collecting our tickets, we were contemplating on where to go since we have around 1 hr.  So we decided to check LJS. And surpringly it's open 24 hrs. Yeay! So we sat there and ate supper. (Mkn malam2 mcm gini makin gemuk la aku!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then follow the 3 of them to smoke. I hate when they smoke coz i cant stand the smoke smell and at 1 point i almost suffocate coz i was standing too close to my bro in law. I was coughing and coughing. Busuk seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the movie..cerita tu klakar. I guess i ever fantasize playing with little people kind of like the little people found in the movie. Cool. Most remembered line was, "DumDum, i want gumgum." Gerek la cite ni. I cant wait for the VCD. Wanna buy it for my son. I give it 4.5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-524659800835878918?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/524659800835878918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=524659800835878918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/524659800835878918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/524659800835878918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/nite-at-museum.html' title='Nite at the Museum'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6490354713514122775</id><published>2007-01-08T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:05:42.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Lepak' pat tangga</title><content type='html'>I'm living on the 12th floor and my house is next to the stairs. A few days ago, I had an experience when I reached my floor. A few steps out of the lift, I saw a couple sat at the staircase. They looked very malay &amp; definitely teenagers around secondary sch age. They were sitting next to each other. My 1st instinct was to shout, "Oi..budget ke? Nak romen pergi lah cari bilik..ni nak romen pat tangga. Branak pun nanti pat tangga!" Feel like complaining to the police also and telling them suspicious characters are seen near my house. Ah..baru padan muka nanti. But i didnt do that. Maybe the next time huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbours also complained the same thing near her house. Her house is at the other stairs and is even more secluded because its away from the lift. She even made a joke about leaving a box outside which says $20 per hr and pls leave no trace of satisfaction. I guess she must face more of these couples than me then. Hahaha. Since some of my students live nearby, I just hoped that I dont meet any of them at the stairs. That would be super awkward. Like that then i would get involve &amp;amp; contact ur parents. So siapa yg suka 'lepak' pat tangga, make sure u never reach my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am on this taboo topic. I heard from some people that there are sec sch gals who offer sex to guys who wanna try for the 1st time &amp;amp; its FOC. Is there any truth to this? Is it just fiction or absolute fact? Come people enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6490354713514122775?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6490354713514122775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6490354713514122775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6490354713514122775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6490354713514122775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/lepak-pat-tangga.html' title='&apos;Lepak&apos; pat tangga'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-2386426105780771553</id><published>2007-01-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:04:28.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Borderline...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/courtney-love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks I have the extreme sides. Macam orang gila la ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-2386426105780771553?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2386426105780771553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=2386426105780771553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2386426105780771553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2386426105780771553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-personality-disorder.html' title='My Personality Disorder'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5006849686626451817</id><published>2007-01-04T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:57:08.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love &amp; Cinta Monyet</title><content type='html'>Puupy Love aka Cinta Monyet always refer to teenage love or a relatioship that doesnt last. But at the same time its something that is irresistable. Everyone goes through it and that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see.. I only have 2 official ex-bfs &amp; 1 unofficial ex-bf coz I was 'dating' with him on phone &amp;amp; broke off also on phone.. all that BEFORE I met him. Thinking back mcm mengarut tak terkata gitu. &amp; thank God I dump him before I see him coz he's utterly ugly (yap I'm not pretty but at least taklah sakitkan mata kan..kan..kan). At least he dont get to say I'm shallow coz I dump him bcoz of his looks. Selamat seh. He's actually my experiment bf. Saja je nak tau apasal my galfrens sibuk nak ada bf. I got to know him sometime before my prelims. Didnt do that well as I wanted. Why not? Coz the time i put aside to study during the night was spent yakking on fon with him. Before my o's, I dumped him. Wanna put study as my utmost priority. I'm so proud of myself. I'm a gd gal la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I only turn bad when I went JC when I had my 1st proper bf. He's my unofficial ex's fren. Small world huh. He wz like head over heels with me but I wz like oh ok. Since he likes me, I just gave him a shot as my bf. He's a nice guy la. Brought him home to meet family but they are not hepi. Even mum was asking, "Kau belajar tinggi2, kau nak bf mcm tu?" Oh ya, did i mention that he's a drug addict. He still a loving bf. Tapi dia ni mcm sotong la.. nak pegang2. Tak leh angkat seh. Everytime he wants to be too much, I just walk away (actually more like ran away). With him byk sangat prob esp his daddy call and complained that he stole stuff frm their house. Ler.. mcm lah aku ada share. Duhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other ex wz also an ok looking bf. Semua my bf has no looks la. Takut kena kebas. Hehe. Tapi this guy pun kena kebas. Actually more like he 2 time me. I ever lepak2 at his place but his mum is at home ok..so dont get any idea huh. Lucky i never indulge anything with him..i guess thats da reason he 2 timed. Luckily i wasnt the 1 who get pregnant and kawin short gun with him. Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my last bf whom I knew when I'm 18. Still considered puppy love right. Oh well..puppy love can still last.. right. Coz now he's my hubby &amp;amp; father to my children. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind my students having bf/gf as long as they take care of themselves. I know what they're going thru. I went thru da same phase before. Just remember to think before u do anything stupid. Tuhan bagi akal so use it la. But i'm around to guide or advice not to judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5006849686626451817?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5006849686626451817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5006849686626451817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5006849686626451817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5006849686626451817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/puppy-love-cinta-monyet.html' title='Puppy Love &amp; Cinta Monyet'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4313557778513598668</id><published>2007-01-03T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T04:50:15.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wow.. it's 2007 already. My... time really flies. Ok let me see.. these are my new yr resolution work wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;improve my attendance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(dont want to get D again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;do my marking promptly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(so that i wont be backdated my my bks wont pile up)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;maintain a clean table&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a colleague doesnt like sitting near me coz of my mess)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;complete my netball coaching course&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(i want my NCAP cert)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;improve my coaching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(make up for last yr)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;teach more creatively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(to make ML more interesting coz students tend to drag ML)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;use more IT in teaching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(to inspire students and embrace IT..be updated)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;do my lesson plan regularly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(make up of being bad last yr)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;apply for the adv dip courses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(to chase my dream to go to U.. so constantly updating)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;be more healthy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(thinking of going to the sch gym)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I guess those are my new yr resolution for this yr. I try my best. Cant wait to get back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4313557778513598668?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4313557778513598668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4313557778513598668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4313557778513598668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4313557778513598668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-7911847045468011956</id><published>2006-12-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:12:47.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>I wz quite bored so I created a new blog skin 4 myself. just wanna be a little childish and girly...this is 1 of my blog skin created by scratch...not bad huh.. hahaha..so what do u think of it? u can also find 2 blogskins created by me at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-7911847045468011956?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7911847045468011956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=7911847045468011956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7911847045468011956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7911847045468011956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5843073312610385974</id><published>2006-12-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:50:12.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Intelligence Do U Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 9pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/linguistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color:#000000; size:9pt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5843073312610385974?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5843073312610385974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5843073312610385974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5843073312610385974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5843073312610385974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-kind-of-intelligence-do-u-have.html' title='What Kind of Intelligence Do U Have?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-2138197096216718674</id><published>2006-12-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:40:56.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Ideal Career?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 9pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Career Type: Artistic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/artistic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are expressive, original, and independent.&lt;br /&gt;Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts,  music, or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor &lt;br /&gt;Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer &lt;br /&gt;Dancer  - DJ - Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/idealcareerquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Career?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-2138197096216718674?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2138197096216718674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=2138197096216718674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2138197096216718674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2138197096216718674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-your-ideal-career.html' title='What&apos;s Your Ideal Career?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-3182623045504188313</id><published>2006-12-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:32:39.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I bought for myself with my bonus...</title><content type='html'>Yap, this year is a good year for me. Rezeki melimpah. Alhamdulillah. All government servants received extra bonus. In addition to that I have my 3rd baby bonus and my CONNECT plan. So I bought some stuffs for myself. Hey, once in awhile I have to pamper myself too especially since I dont shop often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that I've bought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Specs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3. K800i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. The Sims Pet for PSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things that I'm getting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Taufik Batisah CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. New shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. Lumimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. Stationery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm thinking of giving some money to my aunt, my dad, my mum, sis, in-laws, cousins, nephew &amp;amp; nieces some money too. Macam duit raya. But all that have to make sure that I put aside my savings and pay my bills first. Hubby keeps counting the number of things I buy. Last time I splurge on him a $500 control car with my 1st pay so I guess its not wrong for me to splurge on myself once in a while too. It's not even a yearly affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-3182623045504188313?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3182623045504188313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=3182623045504188313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3182623045504188313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3182623045504188313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-i-bought-for-myself-with-my-bonus.html' title='What I bought for myself with my bonus...'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4964053911934603916</id><published>2006-12-19T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:05:38.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Momma Know U Blog?</title><content type='html'>I'm watching blog tv. It's quite an interesting topic. I'm wandering whether my students' parents know that their kids are blogging? Don't worry I don't go around telling their parents. I just like reading their blogs only. Some do talked about their mums...like angry with mum coz she makes noise, wishes mum happy birthday, spending time with mum..etc. Well, my kids cant blog yet of coz but 2 of them have their own blogs courtesy of yours truly. Just little snippets of their lives. Just giving them a headstart..lolz so in future when they're old enough, they'll continue themselves. It is also a way of me expressing my love for them. At least in future, they'll know what happened in their lives from my point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4964053911934603916?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4964053911934603916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4964053911934603916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4964053911934603916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4964053911934603916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/does-momma-know-u-blog.html' title='Does Momma Know U Blog?'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-693303362320990542</id><published>2006-12-19T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:41:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roles</title><content type='html'>In life we can so play many roles at 1 time. At home, I have to play the role of a wife to my husband, a mother to my kids, a friend to my maid and sometimes an employer..yap i have to finish up my work. With all that roled...i mean rolled into 1, it is why sometimes i feel so tired and overwelm. Even at work I have to put on different hats. I have to be an employer, a teacher, a colleague, a team player, a friend, a mother etc. Whatever situation i'm in, i have to put on different hats and be able to adapt. It's like i'm an actress and playing different characters. Stress huh. Padanlah ada orang kata bahawa dunia ini ibarat pentas dan kita adalah pelakon2nya. The only difference is that the actors in reel life and real life is the glamour. Maybe it's time for us to ponder did we play our roles to our best capability. As for me, I still have my flaws. I still have a long way to go which I admit I do stumble and fail at times. But in life the journey continues. I have to pick myself up and pray that God gives me strength to proceed. Am I going to deep? Lolz. At times we have to reflect on our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-693303362320990542?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/693303362320990542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=693303362320990542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/693303362320990542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/693303362320990542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-roles.html' title='My Roles'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-7198191955774828028</id><published>2006-12-19T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:42:38.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog hopping aka Bz bodying</title><content type='html'>Was looking around for Nisa's link frm my students blog. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Siapa ada Cikgu Nisa nye url..tag me.)&lt;/span&gt; But tak ingat dari mana i saw it. So in the end I just went blog hopping at my students' blog. Saja je kepo2. Hmm..maybe thats da reason Anisah &amp; Hanisah decided to use password after I tagged them. Takut Cikgu Alisa baca blog. Haha. Aiyoo..all of u are gd kids wat. Nak takut apa? Having bf/gf kan part &amp;amp; parcel of teenage life...but if u my son/dotter...pun kena marah juga. Haha. Just wanna see how ur life like not to critisize. Jgn stress lah. Ah sapa lagi ada blog? Tag me &amp; i'll link u up. Link me up too..dpt keep in touch jugak kan.. mana lah tau.. lagi beberapa tahun korang nak bagi kad jemputan ke.. senang kan.. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayway, found out some of them do read my crap.. hehe. Ya lah.. some crap can be useful kan. Kalau crab.. tu makan sedap. Opps.. merepek lagi aku. Since my students are linked to me, I realise that I cant just use my blog to complain or blabber abt my life. There should be something that they can relate to...sharing experience or just certain topic that we can discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the life of a student lah yg paling gerek. If i get to repeat parts of my life, i'll choose my sec, jc &amp; NIE life. Masa2 yg paling gerek...crush, exam, stress, frens, cabot skola, competition, gila2, movies, lepak2, dating, prom, picnic..etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better tdo now.. at last baby pun dah tdo. Yeay! My batt laptop pun dah tinggal 40%..malas nak charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-7198191955774828028?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7198191955774828028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=7198191955774828028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7198191955774828028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/7198191955774828028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-hopping-aka-bz-bodying.html' title='Blog hopping aka Bz bodying'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-6051320869556310673</id><published>2006-12-19T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:14:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my maid's birthday. But on Saturday night I reminded hubby to buy cake to celebrate her bday. We sort of wanted to count down till her bday tapi takut pulak budak2 mengantuk. So in the end we just have the small cake eating celebration ard 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby bought a chocolate truffle log cake frm PrimaDeli. It was deliciouso..sedap gila. My maid was quite surprised. We even off the rm light before calling her in. Actually we wanted to make a party to celebrate her bday &amp; my wedding anniversary tapi dia tak nak. She was quite embaressed. So in the end we just have our own private celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E'eh dah pukul 5 pagi and I'm still awake.. no wander badan dah sakit2 and mata dah blur. How to sleep if yg kecik ni tak nak tdo. Susah jadi parents eh esp emak. Selagi dia belum tdo, selagi tu I'm awake. Dah bagi susu, chg diaper pun masih blum tdo.. ish..bertuah nye budak. Letak aje dia bising.. so here i am blogging wif him on my lap. All this remind me of my mum. I guess this is what she did when I'm young. Padanlah org kata syurga di telapak kaki ibu.. so we should always respect her and jaga hati dia. Buruk baik.. she's still my mum. Love her although at times ada benda yg we dont agree. She does meant well.. you'll only understand when u go tru motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak kecik.. tdo la. Ibu wants to sleep tau. Dont be noti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6051320869556310673?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6051320869556310673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6051320869556310673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6051320869556310673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6051320869556310673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4561544525809136358</id><published>2006-12-11T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:06:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog Entry Part 2</title><content type='html'>This little one notty la.. he keeps waking up crying wheneva I put him down. He seems to prefer sleeping on my lap or in my arms. As I'm typing this, he's fast asleep again on my lap. Bertuah nye budak.&lt;br /&gt;I've just bathe him and I thought that I wanna mandi also. But here I am blogging coz my maid in the bathrm. Never mind la..after she exit I'll bathe and eat my brunch. Farihin is still awake and day dreaming. He's all freshen up and all bound up. Just now something funny and scary happened. Fitri who is always in his playpen, managed to escape from it through the hole he and Faezin made. My maid tried sewing up the hole but to no avail. Then a big cushion is to cover the hole when it is put to next to the wall. However now he still can do the Houdini. Faezin quickly called me out from my room when he found Fitri out of the playpen. He was standing sandwiched between the playpen and the wall, on the cushion. Fitri still can't walk. He have to hold on to things.. just dont want him to fall. Aiyoh.. budak ni nakal betul la.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I could foresee more heart stopping antics in the future with having 3 boys under my roof. Pening kepala. Ok time nak mandi.. tak comfy la... i smell of milk coz just now si kecik dah muntahkan..tak selesa seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4561544525809136358?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4561544525809136358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4561544525809136358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4561544525809136358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4561544525809136358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-blog-entry-part-2.html' title='Another Blog Entry Part 2'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5356510790879708222</id><published>2006-12-11T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:58:39.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>I must be damn bored coz I've been updating my blog and changing template here &amp;amp; there. Opps Baby Farihin dah bangun.. nak susu lah dia.. be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5356510790879708222?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5356510790879708222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5356510790879708222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5356510790879708222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5356510790879708222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-blog-entry.html' title='Another Blog Entry'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-2733366745559523053</id><published>2006-12-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:23:52.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BGR during Sec Sch</title><content type='html'>It's very common to have bf/gf during sec sch. Some even have them when they are still in pri sch. I'm not saying its right or wrong. It's a matter how a person see it. Let's list down the Pros &amp; Cons of getting involve in BGR at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Support - Having a bf/gf is gd for moral support esp if u have problems at home is gd BUT if he/she encourage u 2 go against ur family then..it will be bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tutor - Having some1 to help u in ur studies will definitely helps. Its like having a free tuition. BUT if ur taught bad stuff like smoking, indulging in sexual activities..then it becomes bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Companion - It can be lonely at times esp if u have working parents. Thus having a bf/gf helps to ease the loneliness BUT if you use the opportunity to bring him/her home to the empty house, then it becomes another story. U get wat i mean...bad company...bad very bad..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess these are basically the reasons..it has its 2 sides. Semuanya ada yg baik dan yg buruk.. pucuk pangkal hati masing2. Tapi zaman remaja darah muda.. mudah terpengaruh dan mudah goyah. Senang cakap.. mudah terjerumus dengan perkara2 yang tidak sihat kalau iman tidak kuat. Hey.. we are only human right but do u have discipline and strength..well..u ask yourself. Tepuk dada tanya selera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-2733366745559523053?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2733366745559523053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=2733366745559523053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2733366745559523053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/2733366745559523053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/bgr-during-sec-sch.html' title='BGR during Sec Sch'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-1021931652798026970</id><published>2006-12-08T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:46:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Md Farihin</title><content type='html'>He's da latest love of my life.. my youngest bf. He's almost 2 wks old and I can still carry him with 1 arm. He's taken my hubby place on my bed.. hehe. He has also taken most of my time. Always crying for my undivided attention. He's sooo cute. He takes it frm me... hahaha..coz I'm cute wat..correct rite...ugly but adorable. Ok sori to my other bf's.. Faezin &amp;amp; Fitri, my darlings both of u are still cute. Faezin u remind me of a tasty kuih pau goreng.. and Fitri u remind me of fishball...alamak lapar pulak...ok cya ard pple. I think I wanna grab a bite before light off for me. Dah pukul 3.30 am seh.. better tdo. 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I cant wait for my pay day. I've wanting something for a looooong time. I hope I can get it this time. Hubby wasnt agreeable with it but I want to buy it. Thats the only one thing I've wanted but never had enough money to buy. What I want? Hehe.. its my secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-6861768660615760375?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6861768660615760375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=6861768660615760375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6861768660615760375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/6861768660615760375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/pay-day.html' title='$ Pay Day $'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-873647584441067265</id><published>2006-12-06T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:43:37.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sec Sch Life</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping my ex-students blogs. Just realise that it's been 12 yrs since I left my sec sch. For an average student like me, PSLE result is not something that I look forward since I didnt do well during my Prelims which put me at the bottom 5 in my class (my class is the 2nd best). With just 4As and 244, I was really overjoyed. During my time, we had to choose the sec sch first without knowing our result. I guess the system now is better as kids can choose more appropriate schools. So I got the school of my choice, Temasek Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a timid and shy...yap I was like that, yah..you dont believe me...but hey I have my own inferiority complex.. I really enjoyed sec sch life to the fullest. I wont change anything. Of coz I have my own ups &amp; downs. Let me bring u down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Da Peeps&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murnisah Hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She's my 1st fren. At 1st I thought she was some1 frm upper sec coz she's tall and I'm.. hmm.. not that tall. Haha. We quickly become gd frens.. but now no more..she doesnt want to keep in touch with me or our other frens. Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chia Choon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my bf..not that kind of bf. He's just a gd fren who happened to be a guy. He's my classmate since pr sch till Sec 2. He's a simple and shy guy. He's sweet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He's one of the smartest guy in my class. He's my classmate for 4 yrs. I had a crush on him in Sec 4. Ya..he knows. Haha. He's not some1 you want to debate with coz he's one of my sch debator. A friendly and helpful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norah, Shikin, Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My members. We were classmates since Sec 1. We used to do all sorts of nonsensical stuff in class like umm.. writing notes, hitting each other with ruler, pulling of straps (u know wat)..yap since i sit rite smack in the middle, i became the best victim. Nadia on my right, Norah left and Shikin behind me..see very strategic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my 1st crush..ehem. It lasted for 4 yrs. Yap.. he's my classmate for 4 yrs too. Of coz la, he's not my bf. I'm not his type. I look geeky and he's cute. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rizal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He's sort of my 1st love. I'm head over heels crazy for him. He's frm another sch. We were great buddy but sadly only communicate on phone coz he's very shy and won't meet gal. Susah betul nak jumpa budak ni. It's another long and bitter sweet love story. Hehe. Oh ya, he's the 1st guy that I made my 1st move.. tak tau malu nye pompan.. hehe. Sadly, he's neva my bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jumat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the prom with him. Yap..another Sec 4 crush. Mentel jugak aku ni. Hehe. But it happened one at a time. I dont do 2-timing coz cannot concerntrate la. He's a crazy person.. always making others laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My other peeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salha - my Ma'am. Fadhlina - our bday is next to each other and pple says we look alike too. Azleen - a member of my talentime group, Zantiana. Hilda - a sweet and friendly gal. Aini - very loud and she loves to laugh out loud. Tina - another gd fren..she loves to correct my Eng. Thilaga - friendy and helpful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Da Teachers &amp;amp; Subj&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving frm only 4 subj to many more in Sec 1 is quite something to catch up. Took 8 subj in Sec 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foreign subj when I just started Sec 1. Failed my 1st test too. Didnt get it at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths &amp; A Maths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it becomes tough. Failed my test too. Miss Rama is the best Maths teacher I had.. too bad she went to Bedok North Sec. Miss Lim and her right ankle trenkle.. actually its right angle triangle..she though me A Maths in Sec 3 &amp;amp; Sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IRK or Islamic Religious Knowledge. Took it in Sec 3. Just to see what its like and how gd I am in it. It's not compulsory anymore and the pt wont be use to get me to JC/Poly after O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics &amp; Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Chem but I do better in Phy... no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geog &amp;amp; History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better in Geog but hopeless in History. Study like crazy still get 60 for exam. Fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Da Other Stuffs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4U2C &amp;amp; KRU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4U2C was the hottest group. But later KRU took over the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasty Gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Name based on the series Nasty Boys...the name was for my netball team during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked to the sports. Can't get enough of it. Played every time I had a chance. Recess time is netball time. Usually its just light meal which i quickly eat so that I have more time for netball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St John&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the faith and for the service of mankind. Last time the uniform was cute.. it looked like a nurse's uniform, all white and zipped in front. Always felt good wearing that. Now the uniform kinda ugly. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NKOTB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NKOTB or New Kids On The Block is a craze with my frens. I couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AnW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best fast food restaurant. It's very cosy. Love to hang out with frens there. Usually we share drinks coz not enough money...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Airport&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where some went to study. Not a good place for me. Coz I cant concerntrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia Cup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a big soccer fan last time. I like Steven Tan and Lim Tong Hai. After Spore not in Msia Cup, I dont watch soccer anymore. Met them at airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list will go on and on and on and on...maybe next time i cont and add pics. Oh gosh...look at the time. Time to go to bed before I strt to feel light headed. TTFN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-873647584441067265?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/873647584441067265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=873647584441067265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/873647584441067265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/873647584441067265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sec-sch-life.html' title='My Sec Sch Life'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-3775822158780555313</id><published>2006-12-06T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:00:43.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Results</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to meet my P6 netball gals when they get their results. I wanted to but I had medical appointment at noon. I really wanted to find out their results. I just hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from the others that Sakeenah was the best in school. Congrats. I'm so proud of you. Congrats to the others too. If you wanna sahre your results, just drop me a message ok. Do keep in touch and tell me which sec sch u're going to. All the best to your future gals. :o) Play netball always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-3775822158780555313?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3775822158780555313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=3775822158780555313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3775822158780555313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/3775822158780555313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/12/psle-results.html' title='PSLE Results'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4174177899227573795</id><published>2006-11-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:55:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of School</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!! It's the last week before school end! Lambat benar gue tunggu. All i can say is i've survive the torment of work. Haha! In fact today I was practically dragging myself out of bed. I was woken when Kak Nita gave me a call regarding EDN workshop... oh my gosh!.. i totally forgot about it! Tried to call Izzat from EDN but his hp was off. Sheesh! I was still feeling groggy just now coz i slept at 230am. What was i doing up till that late? I had my 2nd son's b'day celebration last evening. It was soooo tiring even for the little one. Not sure if he enjoyed himself ior not coz he's still too young to understand. But the adults are sure having fun. My house was pack to the brim. It was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now im in the sch's lab with my 'darling' P4.. ya some of them might be looking at me typing this. Hehe.. Not teaching today. I guess everyone in the school holiday mood. As for me, i just need a break! Get it! No more chasing of homework...tired already lah! I cant even walk properly at times with my big tummy. Frankly i cant see my feet also lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, there's my P2 to attend...tak yah lah bawa gi lab... leceh. Just let them do their own stuff in class. And then ada contact time...gosh...2 more days to go before sch hols but of coz I have meeting etc next week but thats next week huh.. now just concerntrate on the idea of NO MORE MARKING!!! Woohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4174177899227573795?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4174177899227573795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4174177899227573795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4174177899227573795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4174177899227573795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last Week of School'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-8310676909324381644</id><published>2006-11-10T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:43:06.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengecut</title><content type='html'>My cbox seems to receive some hate messages from 'Farah'. I have no idea who. Don't really care much la. If you want to say something, say it at my face not hide behind a name that might not even be yours. Pengecut seh! Hahaha...So by doing that at my blog do u think i'll be upset and cry is it? Please lah.. i have way better things to do than be upset over your cowardly antics. I'm fat ... fat assed or watsoever... of course la.. i'm pregnant what... duhh... bengap pulak ni anak. Anak sapa ni? Dah lah bengap... pengecut pulak...ish sia2 jadi manusia... LOLz. Entah2 marah pasal fail BM eh? Ish.. kalau dah diajar tapi tak nak dengar.. my fault ke mengajar org pekak? Dah dasar pekak nak buat macam mana. Go get your ears checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a suggestion ya, gi belajar jadi manusia dulu ok. Lepas tu,... 3.... hahaha.. kemudian, jumpa saya apa yg awak tak gembira sangat. Setakat kutuk dalam blog tak gentar lah beb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-8310676909324381644?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8310676909324381644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=8310676909324381644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8310676909324381644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/8310676909324381644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/11/pengecut.html' title='Pengecut'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-5221328288954553001</id><published>2006-11-01T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:41:49.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Week</title><content type='html'>The kids are having exam. Hahaha...oops i'm so bad. Just now I had to stay till almost 5 to mark the P2. And i'm so damn sleepy. Ni memang salah sendiri. Siapalah suruh main game till 4 am. Padan muka aku! I hope my kids pass. No doubt la... i keep saying they will fail but at the same time i just want them to pass. Aiyooo... complicated la. 'Emak' mana nak 'anak' dia gagal? Tomorrow nak mark P4. Boring!&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya this year was ok. Nothing much...its just the usual visiting and eating and apologising. But this time i have 2 kids...eee cute la diorng apabila pakai baju kurung. Soo adorable. I love them sooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-5221328288954553001?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5221328288954553001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=5221328288954553001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5221328288954553001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/5221328288954553001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/11/exam-week.html' title='Exam Week'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-4005205910794548218</id><published>2006-10-25T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:30:44.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day Raya</title><content type='html'>As i have guessed, a number of my students wont turn up today. Some might be too tired and others might be going visiting again today. So parents wont send them. Even my son is home. I just want him to rest. Anyway, he only in nursery so i dont mind him taking a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my students, i hope that they would turn up coz exam is around the corner. I want them to do well but whatever it is, its still the parents' choice. If the student have been preparing for the exam, then there's no harm taking a break. The most important thing is balance. Not a last minute cramping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-4005205910794548218?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4005205910794548218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=4005205910794548218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4005205910794548218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/4005205910794548218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-day-raya.html' title='2nd Day Raya'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115972821059325359</id><published>2006-09-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Had to be in school by 7am. Still feeling groggy due to lack of sleep. Fitri was sick and was crying so I only manage to sleep around 3am. Still can't fast. Feeling too weak and giddy so didnt bother to wake up for sahur. But he woke up again but my maid took care of him now. Luckily I didnt have to do any relief or duty today. So spend my time doing LC and Oral practice papers. Around 11am, went up to the hall for the concert. This year teachers put up performances for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5 teachers did bangra&lt;br /&gt;P3 teachers did a dance competition between the teachers and kids.&lt;br /&gt;P4 teachers did a skit. It was a twisted fairy tale skit and it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;P2 teachers did a dance and song item. wooohoo you should see some of them gelek.. haha&lt;br /&gt;P1 teachers sang Thats What Friends Are For which made Mdm cried.&lt;br /&gt;3 ML Dept teachers (Ros, Farah, Zalina, our very own SL idols) sang a lovely song but mic buat spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, students had their own competition coz it was Be Yourself Day too. When the kdis were dismissed, we had our own party. We celebrated Mdm &amp; Sada's b'day. Mdm was crying coz she was still touched and sad to leave us. Yap, she's leaving SL. We'll have a new P. Hope he/she isn't a slave driver. Suddenly I feel that the future is a bit uncertain. After the celebration, my dept had a meeting... boring...Oh ya, next year only P1 &amp;amp; P3 will be at noon.  The rest in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally forgot about what I gave to my kids. Well, my P1 &amp;amp; P2 received their stationery sets yesterday. But my "darling" P4 didn't receive theirs yet... hey they owe me work! So let them wait! My P6 netball gals get a customised keychains and purses. My P4 netball girls will get theirs on Tues. All gifts were bought at Bangkok. Budget oi...bukan senang ada byk anak! ahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115972821059325359?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115972821059325359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115972821059325359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115972821059325359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115972821059325359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/09/childrens-day-celebration.html' title='Children&apos;s Day Celebration'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115962985676914176</id><published>2006-09-03T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:22.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>This year Teacher's Day Dinner was supposed to be fun since it has the 70's theme. I didn't go coz I was still at Bangkok shopping.. Hehe. However, I can put in some pic from the dinner but havent get them from school. Soon la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115962985676914176?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115962985676914176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115962985676914176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115962985676914176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115962985676914176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day-dinner.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Dinner'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115962790780230866</id><published>2006-08-30T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:22.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>Well, what can i say about this year celebration...? The concert consist of the usual sing along, gifts from Mdm, slide show, quiz (the kids have to guess who's baby photo - my baby photo was shown..cute jugak aku..), tchr's pledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the tonnes of gifts from my kids. I dont really care about that. No doubt, its the thought that counts but I believe that the greatest gift of all would be seeing my kids succeed or improve. That would the fruits of my labour. But all those deco and flowers kind of waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear kids if you read this, pls refrain from getting all those unnecessary gifts. If u still wanna give me stuffs, look at the list below..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand in homework regularly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work hard for your own future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;respect and i return that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;edible stuff like chocolate, cake, keropok etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;useful stuff like pens, brooch etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home-made stuff like cards, poems etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;See i'm not a hard person to please.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115962790780230866?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115962790780230866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115962790780230866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115962790780230866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115962790780230866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Celebration'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115605031358368032</id><published>2006-08-20T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:22.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Oral</title><content type='html'>Had to go to another school for my PSLE Oral. Hmm..this year is my 1st time being OE1. Hopefully nothing cock up during the oral. Its been sometimes since i update this blog..frankly speaking, I'm no in the mood to blog. Guess im just not in the blogging or touching the computer mood. Just plain lazy. Ok i just end here. Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115605031358368032?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115605031358368032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115605031358368032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115605031358368032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115605031358368032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/08/psle-oral.html' title='PSLE Oral'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115143036728571052</id><published>2006-06-28T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on MC</title><content type='html'>School just started. And I'm on MC.. not 1 day but 2 days. Surely people will talk. It's not something I wanted. I'm having a stomachache. It all started at 7 am. I thought it must be just a normal tummyache but it soon got worse. I can't even have proper sleep. The moment the pain started I would wake up and when it subside, I fell back to sleep. Luckily hubby is on leave. He sent me to polyclinic. Waiting in line doesn't help much with the pain. I even lost my appetite. The doctor gave me 2 days. I didn't request for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I rested and had a long nap. Even hubby and my son slept too. I still feel the pain even though I took the pills. Hate gastrics. What a painful and boring day. Nothing much done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115143036728571052?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115143036728571052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115143036728571052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115143036728571052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115143036728571052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-on-mc.html' title='I&apos;m on MC'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115091277862518992</id><published>2006-06-22T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Facts Survey</title><content type='html'>Opps..blur la aku ni.. haha. Ok an ex-students tagged me so I must do this thingy on my 7 facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 facts about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;blur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kepala angin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hate houseworks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;couch potato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pregnant again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bookworm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that scares me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;labour pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing pple i love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;losing my sanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my impulsiveness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my imagination running wild&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a full time mum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 random music at the moment&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;from this moment - shania twain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remember me this way - jordan hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lady rain - indecent obsession&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apa saja - kru&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gerimis mengundang - slam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jujur - radja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latest hari raya song - siti nurhaliza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things i like the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;netball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;splashing in water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;books and more books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;harry potter books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;csi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things i like to say most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;mcm siak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kepala otak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ye ke?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oiiii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;asal boleh aje&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 pple to do this survey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;azna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;suhaila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zuraini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;syahida&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liyana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aisyah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115091277862518992?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115091277862518992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115091277862518992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115091277862518992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115091277862518992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/06/7-facts-survey.html' title='7 Facts Survey'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-115087571304831755</id><published>2006-06-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodle makes me Puzzle</title><content type='html'>Yap.. I'm in school again. Left with only 2 more days of the holiday (not including Saturday &amp; Sunday). Bosan siak! 4 wks of holiday just zoom pass in a blink of an eye. My 1st wk was filled up with courses, camp &amp;amp; match. Then 2 wks of being a full time mother. Now I'm left with the last wk which I spend in sch. Darn. Sigh, what to do, unfinished business. So sian. I better get along and finish up some more work before I head home. I'm left with less than 2hrs. Till another time I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/Dolls/mooddoll131.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-115087571304831755?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/115087571304831755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=115087571304831755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115087571304831755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/115087571304831755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/06/moodle-makes-me-puzzle.html' title='Moodle makes me Puzzle'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-114922588892383975</id><published>2006-06-02T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodlands Ring  Sec Netball Challenge '06</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired but I'm on cloud 9. I just came back from a netball challenge at Woodlands Ring Sec. The game is not for me la.. it's for my girls. I want them to have fun and play as much netball as they can. The day doesn't start that well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 7 am and realise that I totally forgot the bibs and balls in school. I have to disturb my hubby's sleep and of course he wasn't happy about it. We had a small quarrel. I feel so bad to disturb him. After he send me back to Woodlands Ring Sec, we were on an ok footing. Not talking much nor quarreling. The moment I step in the compound of the school, my heart sank as I saw Evergreen Pri. The school has excellent netball players. Their skills are slightly superior than my girls. But it's ok. I was just hoping a miracle happen so that we could at least win for once. But I know its hard and I don't want to stress up the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to do split them to 2 teams, A and B. A had the school team, (Sakeenah, Rohainy, Anisah, Qamanur, Nazihah, Hanisah &amp; Iznie). Since they are quite strong, Azna &amp;amp; I decided to to put Zarifah in the other team as we think that they would want a stronger support. So Nadiah &amp; Ratna was the reserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team A played hard but at first it lack the drive and fire. The 1st 2 matches they play was quite mediocre. Their 3rd match was with Evergreen Pri. Before they played, the girls mentioned that they want to win against them badly. So I just told them if they want it badly, they should fight for it and not just letting them getting the ball. I think it has some effect. They girls played with new found fire. We manage to score 1st but soon the opponent gets to catch up. The fight was close. When the whistle blow, we were so happy that we actually won by 1 point. With this victory, team A is able to go to Round 2. The girls will then be playing against Evergreen Pr (junior team)... oh no.. not Evergreen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the girls have to decide if they want the silver or gold trophy. The match was nerve wrecking for me and Azna. When the game end, it was a draw. Iznie was crying and Azna had to console her. 2 mins was added and it was still a draw. So then it went into sudden death and Evergreen has the centre pass which I think would favour them. However, thank you to the quick save, the ball became ours. My heart was pumping hard. I was muttering to myself to let Iznie get a good shot and SHE DID! The moment the ball went into the net, all of us started screaming and jumping and hugging everyone. It was a joyous moment. Just like Azna said its not about winning but its victory against who. Evergreen had defeated the girls twice before, during North Zone Championship &amp;amp; the Sports Challenge at Unity Sec. This victory was sooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other team was not doing that well because of lack of experience players. It consist of Farhati, Farah, Atikah, Aisyah, Priya, Zarifah and Tracia. Aziemah, Charlotte and Jasmine are the reserves. During the game, I realised that Charlotte is getting a hang of the game and she did save some balls. Although they last all the matches, they really did better than the previous game. There was more chemistry. No doubt they still have a long way to go before they could play like the 1st team. Hey, i still believe that an improvement is a good sign. Atikah &amp; Zarifah tried their best and manage to put some goals in. Even Farhati was very good. She didn't whine or complain. That's a good sign of maturity. I'm so happy for them. In fact I'm very proud of them, Team A and Team B. I still believe its not about the game but its how they play the game. 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Well.. it goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm suppose to come early to help up with dressing up the girls for their dance performance. It's not my CCA but oh well.. any other time, we must help out with it. I dont mind helping but sometimes i just need to see the timing. As for today I'm suppose to be in school by 630 am. But I know I cant make it coz my son's childcare ctr only opens at 7 am. So if i have to go to school by 630 am, my son &amp; hubby will have to sit outside the ctr until it opens. So i told my colleague that can i be there by 7 am instead. However, she wants me to try coming earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know that, she told my HOD that I'm coming later. And I dont think my HOD knowexactly what time i'll be there. She was surprised when i reached there at 645 am. She was surprised to see me. In fact, she was wondering how come i reach so early since i'll be coming later. The way she say it sounded as if i'm suppose to be there much much later. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-114847945644709742?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114847945644709742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=114847945644709742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114847945644709742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114847945644709742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-backstabbed-again.html' title='I was backstabbed again.'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-114830297274733735</id><published>2006-05-22T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so FED UP</title><content type='html'>I'm so fed up today. It started with the morning when I was later informed that I can't umpire tomorrow Captain's Ball. I tried talking to Mazlin &amp; Sethu but stiillll they won't let me umpire..Sheesh.. Bila orang nak buat kerja tak bagi..Bila tak nak kerja asyik bagi aje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes noon. It seems the P1 teachers want the progress cards. They can't seem to wait till after my P1 lesson ends. I have a few unfinish stuff which I kind of wanted to do just now. Fed up coz I cant finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes after lessons and I have to fax a form. But I need to get the netball girls BC and b'date. It seems I can't make anyone happy with my choice of members in each team. Then comes the complain. The only person that I have to consult is actually Azna but the girls are making noise. Since I have enough, I just tore the form and walk off. I'm in a hurry and making my blood go up to a boiling point doesn't help. Coz of that I have to catch a cab to fetch my son so that I can catch the 420 pm movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Azna about it. She talked to the girls. I'm just too tired to explain certain things. What do they know? Why I make that decision...why can't they stop whining &amp; complaining? We are lenient enough... oo believe me.. I'm lenient with them. They get away with many things like coming late, not handing in forms, being MIA.. and they still are not thankful. So they lack discipline and given too much face. Ya lah, my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie with son, he start his stoopid nonsense. Sulking and complaining. I feel like just smacking him. But I'm too tired being angry. It's so upseting. Today is just upseting for me that I lost my appetite now. I'm soooooo FED UP. I just hope that tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-114830297274733735?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114830297274733735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=114830297274733735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114830297274733735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114830297274733735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-fed-up.html' title='I&apos;m so FED UP'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-114778615038504618</id><published>2006-05-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Silam Gemilang</title><content type='html'>On Vesak Day nite, i attended dinner at Holiday Inn Atrium. Its a gathering for all the different batches of teachers from Townsville Campus. Hmm.. it seems like yesterday that I was still studying at TC. Sigh.. its a place with great memories.. Lets just talk about the dinner for the time being ok. If not i cant stop. LoLz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me see who I met.. Zaidah, Ariya, Hairani, Hamidah &amp; hubby, Julie, Naz, Aidah, Hafiz, Abg Bobo, Abg Khairul, Din, Kak Hasnah, Abg Jali, Zaf &amp; wife, Sherhan &amp; family and of coz Cikgu Ali. Oh ya, met the juniors also. Abg Bobo was the emcee and he was sooo funny always cracking silly jokes. He's the life of the party. Oh ya, Din getting married soon. Congrats Din! Julie is pregnant. Congrats Julie! Naz, Ariya, Midah, Ziadah, Kak Hasnah, Abg Khairul, Hairyani, Din still kind of the same. Abg Bobo has long hair, Aidah puts on tudung..dia sorang je yg ikut tema Pop Yeh Yeh.. The rest of us.. biasa lah.. malas and tak kuasa. Hafiz looks smarter and neater.. tak selekeh.. lolz.. Zaf &amp;amp; Han dah naik badan. Zaf looks very matured.. stress agaknye. Some1 says Han's wife very clingy.. lantak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about clingy, I noticed this couple walked around holding hands.. punyalah rimas.. takut sangat ke da other party hilang in the crowd or just wanna show everyone that they are in love? Major merepek. Rasa macam pergi jemputan org kawin pulak where the pengantin walked around holding hands while meeting the guests.. kelakar betul. Tak leh angkat seh. Me jealous? Oh peleasssse...I need my space also. Hubby and I bukannye siamese twins that got glued together. Wait let me put aside the picture from my mind.. if not i mite even vomit now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those jokes that we used to share during those times starts to send me back to those good old days. &lt;em&gt;"Anybody printing..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Cikgu Samsiah aka Marakas." &lt;/em&gt;Even Cikgu Ali's favourite phrase, &lt;em&gt;"Saya tak akan mati kerana sumpah dan hidup kerana doa."&lt;/em&gt; Hehe.. Anyway Cikgu Ali will be teaching Innova JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm suppose to put the pictures here but my new hp leceh la.. have to wait for hubby to do it for me. Ish memang leceh. Fed up. Ok i gtg. Wanna rest now. Hidup Townsville!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-114778615038504618?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114778615038504618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=114778615038504618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114778615038504618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114778615038504618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/malam-silam-gemilang.html' title='Malam Silam Gemilang'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-114717538072382313</id><published>2006-05-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Markings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sigh.. I'm sooo tired. The last 2 weeks i've been marking and marking and marking. Tough. Mark worksheets and exam papers. Have to be in school at 8am and mark till my class starts.. then after school mark some more till 530 pm. Even my free periods are sacrificed for marking. I eat while i mark. Hey, what can i say.. its part of my work. I havent really sit down to look at my kids mark.. so kinda worried how they did. Since school holiday is around the corner.. see lah i'm looking forward to school hols already.. ahaha..i think i better start planning what i'll be doing. Ok let me list them down. Lets start from next week onward...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;16 &amp; 23 May - Young Journalist Workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19 May - Netball at Unity Sec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;29, 30 &amp;amp; 31 May - First Aid workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early June - Netball Gathering (involving current girls &amp;amp; ex girls)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Early June - extra classes for P4 (still planning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think there would be more like courses. Hmm.. cant rememeber. Cant wait for all marking to end. I'm too exhausted la. Sigh..currently im just watching Flubber. Cute. My son kept laughing. Ok now I think I wanna lie down and relax my aching body and throbbing head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-114717538072382313?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114717538072382313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=114717538072382313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114717538072382313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114717538072382313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/05/exam-markings.html' title='Exam Markings'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-114208742700208909</id><published>2006-03-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a MadHouSe</title><content type='html'>Work has become a mad house for me. That made me nuttier..lol. Feel so back dated and lost at times. I have so much in my mind that at one point I had a headache... Lucky for me it was Friday and I can then rest over the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-114208742700208909?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/114208742700208909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=114208742700208909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114208742700208909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/114208742700208909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-madhouse.html' title='Its a MadHouSe'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113949904432183024</id><published>2006-02-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My TummY HurTs</title><content type='html'>I came to school today with my sports gear. It has been a long time since i touch a netball. Today i was supposed to go for umpiring workshop with Azna but i had to go home instead. It all started around 7am. First it was just the normal stomachache which i think will pass. By the time i was ready to go to work, the pain was going from bad to worse which makes me suspect that i m having gastrics. I still continued my way to work. In the end i had to meet P and request her permission to go home and rest for a day. When the pain came, I can barely walk. There was a sharp pain. Because of it, i went home and cant do what i planned with my P4. Poor Azna, she had to go for the umpiring wksp alone. It must be fun coz there's GST, he's a funny and gd coach. Wasted!&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling that some pple think that it was just an act to escape work. Please lah. I just came back ok.. so much to do and so little time. Staying home doesnt help much especially if u are in pain! Duhh! In fact im still in pain but its just mild now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113949904432183024?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113949904432183024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113949904432183024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113949904432183024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113949904432183024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-tummy-hurts.html' title='My TummY HurTs'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113908115821908533</id><published>2006-02-05T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Has Begun For Me</title><content type='html'>School has begun for me. Well, everytime i started school after maternity leave, long mc and hospitalisation leave, i would feel lost. I'm still wondering how am i suppose to do my lesson plan coz i still need to root my feet. No doubt i do miss teaching but at the same time, i'm still not focus yet. Still finding my way around my own table... hahaha. Even on my 1st day of work, i have work to do. Cultural camp, IT stuff, basket ah! Momentum not here yet...come on where is it. I need to get my momentum asap coz without it, i'm still one blur block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113908115821908533?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113908115821908533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113908115821908533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113908115821908533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113908115821908533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-has-begun-for-me.html' title='School Has Begun For Me'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113889444077450279</id><published>2006-02-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Kiss Goodnight</title><content type='html'>Tonight i give a long kiss to my maternity leave. Tonight marks the end of my laziness and rest. When the clock struck 12, i'm back to my working life. I think i'll iron my clothes for tomorrow later before i go to bed. At 1st i want to put on black jeans (hoping no1 notices) and black blouse to work tomorrow but hubby says i must dress up a bit to make myself feel good and to increase my confidence. So i will be wearing a new black skirt and black blouse. Then i'm thinking of packing up my stuff and lights off before 12. So i better start now coz its already 11.30 pm. TV is keeping me away. Shucks..better off the TV. Kids if you're reading this, REMEMBER TV is BAD for U and me too. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113889444077450279?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113889444077450279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113889444077450279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113889444077450279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113889444077450279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-kiss-goodnight.html' title='Long Kiss Goodnight'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113784629023290062</id><published>2006-01-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leave is Ending</title><content type='html'>sigh...my maternity leave is ending really soon. In fact i have less than 2 wks to laze around and play with my sons. So when I start work, my baby will be at Ubi and I can only see him on weekends. sigh...i have busy lately preparing myself physically and mentally for work.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont know what to include in this blog b'coz right now i feel sleepy and i can't think properly when i'm sleepy. Now i have to change my bioclock. I've been nocturnal for the past months..i only fall asleep when the sun rises. How am i going to survive?! Hahah..just being dramatic. I'll find away to change my bioclock. Have to say goodbye to my night life (it's not clubbing la) and have to embrace daylife. I've to start doing lesson plans.. oops i almost forget that i've to prepare something for IT. sheesh. yawn.. i better get going now. Suddenly TV became uninteresting even though HBO has Congo on. I want to watch Honey at 9 later but there's Ghostbuster on at the same time.. My eyes a bit blurry with the frequent yawning. My voice still a bit husky due to flu and cough...yawn. I better go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113784629023290062?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113784629023290062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113784629023290062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113784629023290062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113784629023290062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-leave-is-ending.html' title='My Leave is Ending'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113622083050447334</id><published>2006-01-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NeW YeaR HaS ComE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dollielove.com" alt="target=_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics from Dollielove.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dollielove/newyear/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year has come. New year means new resolution, new challenges, new stress and another year added to my life. I have some new resolutions and some is just a remake of last year's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113622083050447334?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113622083050447334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113622083050447334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113622083050447334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113622083050447334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-has-come.html' title='A NeW YeaR HaS ComE'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113575048096720103</id><published>2005-12-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd GirL OuT</title><content type='html'>Just now I watched a movie on one of the SCV movie channel titled &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Odd Girl Out"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Before you start groaning...not another teenager story..well, it's not about romance. It's more on friendship and peer pressure among teenagers. Since my life ... oo wait.. my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;professional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; life (thats better) evolves around kids, that movie has its effect on me..ok..ok..i can't help being sentimental all the time. &lt;i&gt;*sticks out tongue*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summary:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's about Vanessa who was very smart, quite pretty and very naive was backstabbed by her friends. She hangs out with the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;'popular'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; girls and her best friend, Stacie, is sort of the leader of the pack. Stacie &amp; the rest of the pack starts picking on Vanessa. Soon the verbal abuse made more kids joined in the pack for the cheap thrills..&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hey they even taped her when she was being rushed to the hospital due to an overdose just for laughs&lt;/span&gt;. Getting very stressed out, she did something to her hair, even played truant (due to the hair) and finally had an overdose of sleeping pills. From that incident she became closer to a new girl in her class, Emily. The story had a happy ending with Vanessa found her strength to '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dump&lt;/span&gt;' Stacie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My Favourite Part:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa confronting Stacie for revealing what they talked to the rest of the pack..(rough quotation of the dialogue.. hey i can't 100% recall it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stacie: I'm da best thing that happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa: Yeah rite, like a flesh eating virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stacie: (whispers) Come on we don't have to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa: No, you can't just walk away from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Stacie: Ok..ok.. I'm sorry for all the things that I've done to you. We're still friends rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Vanessa: No, you have nothing that I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure.. a very IMPORTANT thing in our life especially during our teenage life. There's sooo many things teenagers can be pressurized on:-&lt;br /&gt;1) BGR (everyone has BF except me)&lt;br /&gt;2) Looks (I'm fat &amp;amp; unpopular)&lt;br /&gt;3) Studies (I'm so stupid)&lt;br /&gt;4) Trying drugs &amp; smoking (I'm not a chicken &amp;amp; I wanna be cool)&lt;br /&gt;5) Sex (he will leave me if we don't do it and besides everyone doing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all these pressure from peers depends on the friends we mix with like the saying, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'birds of a feather flock together'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But no matter what, ultimately it's your choice. You can't follow people or trend blindly. Open up those eyes and don't be like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'lembu dicucuk hidung'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which means a person who follow others blindly. We can either choose to be safe but getting dumped or pregnant &amp; still getting dumped later. Hahaha. Life is a matter of choices so choose wisely. Even though school requires you to be kinda of uniformed, you are still an invidual with a mind of your own. You don't have to listen to what others say...&lt;em&gt;hmm except your teachers of coz..&lt;/em&gt; hey we don't belong to the same age group so we can't peers. Understnd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short...Firstly it's about the friends we mix. Secondly, the choices we make &amp;amp; finally it's our own believe &amp; values. Not all people who mix with bad company turned out bad. One of my ex was an addict &amp;amp; I don't even smoke. It's a short relationship coz we have clash of personality &amp; values. If you have SCV, go &amp;amp; catch it.. but I can't recall which channel... hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113575048096720103?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113575048096720103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113575048096720103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113575048096720103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113575048096720103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/odd-girl-out.html' title='Odd GirL OuT'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113422123021413849</id><published>2005-12-20T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FloaTinG</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. next yr Im floating! At least now I can send &amp; fetch my son frm childcare ctr.. Very gd. Im so happy. Not only that, Kak Nita says I'll be teaching P1, 2 &amp;amp; 5. It has been quite sometimes I taught P1.. just uncertain how to teach them since last yr P1 has started on SEED. SEED can be fun but the only problem in we are lacking resources. It's so hard to prepare all these resouces ourselves as they can be quite costly and time consuming. Sigh.. itu pun ada bdk2 yg tak appreciate our hard work. All these materials are the fruit of our labour. I really envy other subjects like Eng, Maths &amp; Science coz they have lots of resources and materials in the market. Maybe some teachers with $ should start a company that provides all these materials based on MOE. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And pleeeaaassseeee don't make them SUPER EXPENSIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113422123021413849?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113422123021413849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113422123021413849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113422123021413849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113422123021413849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-floating.html' title='I&apos;m FloaTinG'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113422115389083284</id><published>2005-12-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Day - Bonu$</title><content type='html'>I have so many stuffs that I want to buy. I cant wait for my pay especially since the last few mths my pay wz cut coz I have over used my medical claims. Lega sikit kalau dah dapat gaji ni. Ya...$ makes da world go round. I dont care what other says abt $ not being important. Abih nak bayar barang gunakan apa? Daun? Maybe money plant..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf a relative who's having financial prob. Mana nak kena bayar $ rumah, $ Courts &amp;amp; yuran sekolah anak2... so who says $ not important...then if urs not important, gif them to me. Heheh. Tapi tak lah sampai jadi hamba $ kan... standard of living in Spore is high...smua nak kena pakai $. &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/Dolls/pixel_luvmoney.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113422115389083284?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113422115389083284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113422115389083284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113422115389083284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113422115389083284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/pay-day-bonu.html' title='Pay Day - Bonu$'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113370317840448872</id><published>2005-12-05T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something EviL This Way Comes</title><content type='html'>Talked to my buddy colleague. Macam2 member tu kena pat tpt keje. Kesian seh dia. Wats happening?! Ada yg tak bertegur sapa. Ada yg kena kutuk pat belakang. Ada yg kena kutuk terang2. Macam2 la. As for me actually I ever felt what she felt before. Aku lagi kena berenang sendiri dengan Jerung &amp; Pirana without any support. Stress seh. Bingit pun ada. How would u feel if u haf to do something but no1 wants to do it but die2 u must do it coz ur superior wants u 2 do it. Then ur fren later took over everything coz she thinks she's more competent than u. Yap... no doubt she doesnt say it but u feel it. Helping is one thing but taking over is another. She always think she's rite &amp; ur wrong or half rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not around due to my condition but going to werk sux! Its totally unlike last yr coz I lurve my werk. I haf support...after sch we stayed back to do werk or had a meal together. We discussed about werk &amp; stuff...gif ideas how to teach better. Last yr I can teach creatively... this yr my creativity just die. Not only that I  became depress. It doesnt only affect my werk.. my personal life is affected too. I had mood swing &amp; tears just became a close friend. It so hard to werk wif pple who just think they are morally correct &amp;amp; politically upright. Basket! If she wants everything... by all means u can haf it. I m not power hungry or out to prove Im da best. I just do whats gd for my students, help out my colleague or prove to myself that I m capable. Hey.. my biggest foe is myself not others. I loves challenges but I dont want to step on others nor stab them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain tu, apa nak buat if some1 tell u bad stuff abt ur colleague? Then I become a hypocrite. Haf to hide my true feelings because u dont want others to get hurt. But wat if ur da one who gets hurt? Then where's da justice? Nak jaga hati &amp;amp; perasaan org tapi org sakitkan hati kita. Mcm s'ak! Btw, Azna my dear friend, if u need some1 to talk or complain to, feel free to contact me ok. Susah eh kalau org dah ada idea yg kita ni tak tau buat keje / tak buat keje... biarlah. We know ourselves better. I saw how bz u were wif other responsibilities given by Sethu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113370317840448872?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113370317840448872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113370317840448872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113370317840448872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113370317840448872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-evil-this-way-comes.html' title='Something EviL This Way Comes'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113364253722170989</id><published>2005-12-04T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My DeaR CoLLeaGue</title><content type='html'>My colleague has left me a testimonial at my frenster. Awww...she miss me. LOL. But it has a disturbing msg to it too. According to her, some tension is brewing at werk...ni yg buat risau. Then read her blog...someting abt backstabbing. I'm da 1 wif da D so y is she feeling da backstabbing. Kesian dier. I guess no1 wants to backstab me since Im a sinking ship. I do feel a bit guilty abt leaving some werk undone like updating attendance in da cockpit. Sorry gal. One thing I really appreciate abt is that she is ever ready to help. Dia dah byk tolong. One thing abt us is we helped each other out of shit. (We lost each other stuff. We called each other names. We cracked each other up wif crap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat's happening there? Will our workplace be  the happy place that it used to be? Or maybe it never was since everyone just playing pretend. And its happiness was just a mirage. Or just maybe she &amp; I are just too bonkers to notice it and we b'came worse. Dah la...all this makes me sad. I'm already sad enuff wif my D even when I manage to do some miracle with my P6. What da heck...who care Alisa! It's politic at werk...u snooze u looze. Suddenly I have a feeling that I want to quit in a few yrs time. Hate the ridiculous demand of some pple, da sarcasm on my messiness &amp;amp; da selfishness of some pple. My cuzzin has ard da same pay as me but she doesn't have to bring home werk! And I have to werk almost 24/7 and to make matter worse, be at da mercy of others. Crap la...ni smua too depressing...padanla byk yg masuk IMH or need a shrink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113364253722170989?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113364253722170989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113364253722170989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113364253722170989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113364253722170989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-dear-colleague.html' title='My DeaR CoLLeaGue'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113294472778935597</id><published>2005-11-24T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Results</title><content type='html'>Hari ini PSLE results akan diumumkan. Seram juga nak tau keputusan budak2 P6. Tadi Kak Ros call. Dengar khabar ada 1 budak EM2 &amp; 5 EM3 kena stay back. Keputusan tidak begitu memuaskan. Kemudian pukul 11 pagi Kak Ros call lagi... beritahu keputusan budak2. Alhamdulillah. Tak sangka juga ada yg dapat A. Budak perempuan semua A kecuali Fatimah. Yg lelaki ada lah dalam 3 org yg dapat A. Antaranya ialah Elza. I'm so happy for him. Apa taknya. Masa SA1 dia fail. Prelims dapat B. Now A. Tapi ada 3 Dol dalam kelas. Yg dapat D, Redzwan (ni dah expected..he's very weak), Alwyn (non-Malay) dan Achmad (yg ni pun expected...pemalas besar. Kalau aku tau dia ni sedara jauh, dah lama aku sekel cukup2 biar pass). Nak buat macam mana eh... anak orang. Kalau complain selalu pun nanti mak bapak tak terima. Apa agaknya perasaan diorang dapat BM D? Amacam Achmad... gembira dengan markah tu? Dah nanti jadi macam kes Kak Ros. Ambil berat anak orang pun kena complain. Kesian dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu Elza pula sangat gembira dengan keputusan Elza. Sampaikan telefon minta alamat rumah. Yg Elza dapat Ekspres. Ni semua kerja keras si Elza juga. Fiedianah pula sms. Mak dia jemput datang open house. Dia dapat masuk NT. Yang lain senyap. Oh well...dah biasa. Terima kasih pun kadang2 tak boleh dapat. NVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budak2 EM3 aku ada yg kena stay back tapi bukan pasal BM tapi Maths. Azwan &amp;amp; Danial kena stay back. Kesian Azwan. Kalau Danial tak tahu lah dia boleh repeat lagi ke tak. Dia dah repeat sekali. Nantilah bila dapat senarai, boleh post dalam blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaid pun pass PSLE. 195..1A,1B &amp;amp; 2C. Suka hatilah budak tu...Dahlah keputusan madrasah dia dapat no5 dalam kelas. Siapa lagi dapat PSLE result eh? Ah Liyana pun P6...tapi tak nak kepo2 lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113294472778935597?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113294472778935597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113294472778935597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113294472778935597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113294472778935597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/psle-results.html' title='PSLE Results'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222432541217132</id><published>2005-11-11T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of My Maternity Leave</title><content type='html'>Badan ni dah tak larat nak turun naik tangga di sekolah. Nak buat macam mana sekolah tak ada kemudahan lif. Sekolah sengkek. Jadi sebelum pergi check up, pergi sekolah dulu untuk kemas sikit2 dan apply maternity leave. Budak2 pun dah tak belajar...cuma terkilan sikit tak dapat habiskan buku latihan dengan kelas P2. Meja yg berserak semacam pun dah clear sikit...sekurang2nya cikgu yg ambil alih taklah kesempitan ruang. Kesian cikgu tu nanti. At least now ambil leave pun taklah menyusahkan orang lain dengan kerja2 &amp;amp; buku2 yg belum semak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113222432541217132?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222432541217132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222432541217132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222432541217132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222432541217132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/start-of-my-maternity-leave.html' title='The Start of My Maternity Leave'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222429005008833</id><published>2005-11-07T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Day &amp; Visiting Kak Aisha</title><content type='html'>Hari ni di sekolah ada Marking Day jadi budak2 tak payah ke sekolah. Ada siang2 dah telefon tanya boleh datang ke tidak. Tapi nampaknya tak boleh ada tamu kerana aku nak keluar beraya. Selepas sekolah, my colleagues pergi rumah Kak Aisha untuk beraya sambil melihat anak dia (Md Aufa). Selepas tu, jalan beraya dengan suami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113222429005008833?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222429005008833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222429005008833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222429005008833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222429005008833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/marking-day-visiting-kak-aisha.html' title='Marking Day &amp; Visiting Kak Aisha'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222425336100188</id><published>2005-11-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalization Leave</title><content type='html'>Pagi raya ke2, badan rasa lain... ingatkan dah masa nak beranak. Bila dah pergi hospital, doktor kata belum lagi tapi kena duduk satu hari utk observation. Tapi nampaknya itu semua false alarm. Doktor tu bagi hospitalization leave sampailah 10 Nov. Nampaknya tak pergi kerjalah jawapannya. Boleh lah rehat di rumah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113222425336100188?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222425336100188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222425336100188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222425336100188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222425336100188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/hospitalization-leave.html' title='Hospitalization Leave'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222420308921613</id><published>2005-11-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin&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/9684769-113222420308921613?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222420308921613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222420308921613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222420308921613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222420308921613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222414802538433</id><published>2005-11-02T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve of Raya</title><content type='html'>Hari ni sepatutnya pergi sekolah dari 730 hingga 930 tapi ada check up. Jadi oleh kerana check up tu pada 930, jadi tak payahlah buang masa pergi sekolah 1 jam je. Jadi hari ini MC Hammer lah apa lagi. Pergi check up dgn Abang &amp; Faezin. Oklah check up mcm biasa... nothing much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113222414802538433?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222414802538433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222414802538433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222414802538433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222414802538433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/11/eve-of-raya.html' title='Eve of Raya'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-113222409243859399</id><published>2005-10-31T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali Eve</title><content type='html'>Hari ni sekolah macam biasa cuma timetable suspended and the Indian students and teachers yg sambut Deepavali boleh balik pukul 930 pagi. Oleh kerana dah tengah sarat, tak payah relief class. Yeah! Tapi bosan pulak duduk sorang2 dlm staff lounge...nak buat macam mana staff rm panas rabak. Air con rosak lagi. So duduk lah pat staff lounge dan menganyam ketupat Cikgu Zaleha. Ish...ada juga budak2 masuk minta alamat rumah...yelah...nak dtg beraya katakan. Selain itu today quite uneventful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-113222409243859399?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/113222409243859399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=113222409243859399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222409243859399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/113222409243859399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/deepavali-eve.html' title='Deepavali Eve'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112980652946190544</id><published>2005-10-20T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days MC</title><content type='html'>As you can guess I'm on 2 days MC, today and tomorrow. Kesian lak Fara takde kawan pat sch. I think I stay home and do my marking coz I have tonnes of them. P2 &amp; P4 nye wkst berlambak2. Penatnye. Wish I have a helper to help me with the marking. Have to stop a while... my tummy is aching. I think I'm having contraction again. C ya around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112980652946190544?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112980652946190544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112980652946190544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112980652946190544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112980652946190544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-days-mc.html' title='2 Days MC'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112960116684220549</id><published>2005-10-18T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Marking</title><content type='html'>Hai..hai..hai... today is the beginning of PSLE marking day. However, I'm in school. Yap... not doing any marking. But still doing work...sheesh...doing the new format for P5 with a colleague of mine. Biasalah kerja 'Paksawan'. The new format sucks man! Leceh bangat sih. Pendaya pun nak kena alpabetical order...Sapalah yg suggest benda2 ni. Lain kali suruh dia buat bagus. Biar dia tau susah ke senang... ni tak main tukar je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I want to bulldoze my mess on the table. Dah tak boleh angkat seh... I can't even stand it. Like what one my kids used to say, "Kalau dinosaur ilang pat meja cikgu pun tak bole jumpa." Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112960116684220549?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112960116684220549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112960116684220549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112960116684220549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112960116684220549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/psle-marking.html' title='PSLE Marking'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112941044604525196</id><published>2005-10-17T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark..mark..mark..sheesh!</title><content type='html'>Sheesh...I've been marking like crazy these few days. Marking P4 Karangan, P2 &amp; 4 wksts, practice papers &amp;amp; test papers. I can go crazy! Even my back is breaking! Tonnes of marking to be done. Nasib baik la tadi si Liyana tolong mark sikit. Thanks Liyana! Can't wait for my maternity leave so that I dont have to mark anymore for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fri, Mumtaj wanted to meet me. I was quite nervous. I thought I have more complains from parents or I did something wrong. Well...she just wanted to inform me that I get D for ranking. Oh well.. I expected it already coz I wasnt up to my standard this yr with my constant MC and I have complains from parents. Its not something I want but guess the stress of pregancy and work gets to me. Always tired and fed up with work. Nak buat macam manakan.. dah bukan rezeki nak dpt bonus. 2005 is just a challenging yr for me. I was in my low mood often. I hope to work harder next yr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112941044604525196?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112941044604525196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112941044604525196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112941044604525196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112941044604525196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/markmarkmarksheesh.html' title='Mark..mark..mark..sheesh!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112902606287143274</id><published>2005-10-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Azna &amp; SuperHeroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="372" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/DSC01700.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okie... ni la pic yang diambil masa Children's Day celebration kelmarin. Amacam? Macho tak superhero kita? Haha. Sanggup kawan² aku ni jadi socai...oh well. Nak buat macam manakan...without fancy costume pun parents rasa kita ni superheroes. Expecting us to solve all their problems; family, financial, education and yada..yada..yada. Ni parents... kalau sekolah, kita la socai. Sometimes you feel underpaid and overworked. Taking care of 100+ kids and entertaining their parents expectation. On top of that, you have tonnes of books to mark. Hey, I never expect any gifts for Teacher's Day. For me appreciation by the kids doing their work and improving themselves and parents understanding are good enough. That's what I called satisfaction for my work. Anyway, exam around the corner. Semua org tgh rushing to finish syllabus la.. mark buku la.. etc. Lepas exam rush marking pulak. Ait kerja ni is never ending. How I wish my students are lesser. Senang sikit do work and control. Marking pun lagi senang. Ok la...dah masa untuk berbuka. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Berbuka.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112902606287143274?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112902606287143274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112902606287143274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112902606287143274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112902606287143274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-azna-superheroes.html' title='Me, Azna &amp; SuperHeroes'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112884896049242366</id><published>2005-10-09T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgghhh...2moro Anader Monday</title><content type='html'>Boring! 2moro anader Mon. After a looooong rest at home due to my 3 days MC, facing another Mon makes me upset. Kira ni macam dah naik lemak laaa...dah malas. Haha. I don't mind going to work actually but the thoughts of climbing flight of stairs till da 4th floor all da time makes me tired. What a place! New yet not enough facilities. No lift. Tiles coming off. Ceiling fan dropping. Mak ai... nama je baru. Dah mcm falling apart s'ak. Bangunan baru 4 thn dah macam 14 thn. Merepek seh. I think its better to upgrade everything before beautifying it. Whats da use of having a dilapidating building with beautiful decor. Duhh...its like an old kampung house with a magnificent landscape for the background which sooner or later... no one noticed da kampung house in front. Alamak... I haven't do my work review. Shuckss..better do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112884896049242366?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112884896049242366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112884896049242366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112884896049242366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112884896049242366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/arrgghhh2moro-anader-monday.html' title='Arrgghhh...2moro Anader Monday'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112875732829680860</id><published>2005-10-05T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE</title><content type='html'>Hari ini bermulalah PSLE. Selamat laa... budak2 tu semua. Sekarang pandai2 la berenang sendiri eh. Saya dah lepaskan tangan saya. Hari ini juga aku MC 3 hari. Tak nampak langsung budak2 tu. Bagus la. Badan ni pun nak pakai lama tapi dah macam minta tukar spare parts. Semoga maju jaya la awak semua ye.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112875732829680860?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112875732829680860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112875732829680860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112875732829680860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112875732829680860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/psle.html' title='PSLE'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112824028052909589</id><published>2005-10-02T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was children's day. What a waste! Apa taknye, holiday masa Saturday... ish tak best langsung. Friday was da celebration. Mak ai... sekolah merepek ah. Macam takde benda lain nak kasi budak2. Spend a bomb and yet da kids never appreciate it. Apa taknye...diorg dpt biskut, kacang putih, hot dog bun, ais krim, kek pisang and last but not least... sate. Dah dpt free pun ada yg buang2 makanan sebarang. Ada yg ambik tapi lepas tu, tinggalkan atas meja laa... pat koridor la...nak buat mcm manakan... disiplin ada sikit kekurangan. Nasib baik tu sate aku tak kena bayar. Mula2 smua tchr nak kena bayar... eh my students is like almost 100. Dah terkopak duit masih nak kena kasi duit untuk sate?! Tak payah sudah. I already bought for them their gifts. Thurs dah bagi my P2 and P4. P6 belum bagi lagi... memang sengaja. Haha... padan muka. Nak hadiah tak tau sabar, bila hantar homework aku je yg kena sabar. Kpala otak! Dah tahun ni tak yah dtg rumah aku untuk raya. Tak dijemput langsung. Nasib baik la raya ni aku nak gi bersalin... so takde pat ruma la aku nampaknye... I still prefer my P6 last year. Thn ni smua besar punye PEMALAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112824028052909589?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112824028052909589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112824028052909589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112824028052909589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112824028052909589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112350347525567908</id><published>2005-08-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:18.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe... evil me...</title><content type='html'>Sebelum lupa, i jus wanna say, "Selamat Hari Kebangsaan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni cuma kena dtg kerja ard 2 jam aje. Al-maklumlah, esok hari kebangsaan. Tapi sesiapa yg kena siapkan budak2 tarian boleh masuk at 10 pg. Balik siang sangat pun boring. Ni pun pasal nak kena pegi KK ada check-up. Kalau tak, dah tido agaknye pat rumah. So me duduk laa lepak pat tempat keje sambil update blog dan edit friendster. Just wasting time. Cikgu tengok aku tak balik2 dia pun suruh aku tolong siapkan budak2 tarian. Oleh kerana dulu aku dah pernah kena dengan orang yg nak mengira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka aku pun kata aku tak nak tolong... sori ah. She never ask me to help in da 1st place. Dia cuma nak 2 org aje tolong dia make-up. Jadi biarlah yg tolong dia 2 org. Lagi pun aku dah dtg dari pagi. Tak kuasa beb. Once bitten, twice shy... tak rela pisang berbuah 2 kali. Kalau jadi buah durian next time oklah. Opps, gtg. Ni pun ada pat rumah makcik. Jap lagi nak balik... ah besok2 boleh sambung...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112350347525567908?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112350347525567908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112350347525567908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112350347525567908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112350347525567908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/08/hehe-evil-me.html' title='Hehe... evil me...'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-112313276757311218</id><published>2005-07-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life SuckS!</title><content type='html'>Aku duduk di depan komputer sambil terfikirkan apa yang berlaku hari ni. Ntah... aku sendiri rasa aku bukan diriku. Setiap kali apabila fikirkan tentang kerja, aku rasa kebencian dan kebosanan menendang-nendang dalam benakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya, aku rasa diri ini terlalu kecil. Inginku luahkan semuanya tetapi tak pasti siapa yg faham. Ingin aku tenggelami semuanya dalam tangisan supaya dapat ku hilangkan segala-galanya yang membebani fikiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rasa murid sekarang seperti tidak menghargai apa yg dilakukan oleh guru. Berikan kerja rumah tidak dibuat. Berikan kertas lembaran tak dibawa. Pening... mcm manalah nak dptkan A/A*? Datang kelas pun main2. Sudah... tak ingin aku fikirkan tentang mereka. Mereka punya ibu dan ayah sendiri. Kalau diberikan kerja lebih, mereka akan mengeluh kononnya stres. Tahukah mereka apa itu stres? Tahukah mereka apa itu tekanan yg sebenarnya? Biarkanlah, sekiranya mereka tidak mahu belajar, itu pilihan masa depan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila macam gini, teringat pula darjah 6 thn lepas. Murid2 nakal tetapi yg hendak belajar. Sekurang2nya, mereka buat kerja rumah, ambil bahagian dalam perbincangan... seronok dengan mereka. Kami selalu bergurau dan berdebat. Miss them v much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-112313276757311218?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/112313276757311218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=112313276757311218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112313276757311218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/112313276757311218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-sucks.html' title='Life SuckS!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111631787307241033</id><published>2005-05-12T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YeS..YeS..YeS... Dah jumpa!</title><content type='html'>Alas... I found the missing list. Jumpa pat mana lagi kalau bukan @ the mess on my table. Oh well.. what do u xpect from a Selenge person like me. (Ya... kita sedar diri.) Now, I can do my work in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy Pay Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-111631787307241033?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111631787307241033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111631787307241033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631787307241033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631787307241033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesyesyes-dah-jumpa.html' title='YeS..YeS..YeS... Dah jumpa!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111631751797475590</id><published>2005-05-11T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-oh Im in TrOuBLe</title><content type='html'>I'm dead! I'm DEAD! S'ak ah... I can't find my P6 oral marks. Mana nak cari seh? Since Monday aku tak jumpa!&lt;br /&gt;Ya...lah... No doubt my table is in a MESS but I m careful with the marks. Went thru da drawer tak ada. Sampai mimpi2 fikirkan kertas tu. Akhirnya semalam MC kerana ada migraine gara2 fikirkan tu banyak sangat.&lt;br /&gt;Kalaulah benda tu betul2 hilang... I'll be in HOT SOUP! Apa nak jawab dgn Kak Aisha, Mumtaj &amp; Madam?! How ah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@-;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hangs from a single thread&lt;br /&gt;everytime thinking that I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;this is what I really dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a li'l paper with marks&lt;br /&gt;that foresee my future dark&lt;br /&gt;only hope can prvide me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God help me find&lt;br /&gt;the paper to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;to prevent mishap of any kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-111631751797475590?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111631751797475590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111631751797475590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631751797475590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631751797475590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-oh-im-in-trouble.html' title='Oh-oh Im in TrOuBLe'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111631705710727195</id><published>2005-05-06T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Minit</title><content type='html'>Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Setiap detik terlalu lama&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan masa&lt;br /&gt;Gerakan tiada&lt;br /&gt;Badan jadi lesu&lt;br /&gt;Mata jadi lesu&lt;br /&gt;Hanya menanti&lt;br /&gt;Hanya menunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Tik...&lt;br /&gt;Seperti irama dalam lagu&lt;br /&gt;Mengalun muzik untukku&lt;br /&gt;Yang mengasyikkan&lt;br /&gt;Yang melalaikan&lt;br /&gt;Gara-gara menanti masa&lt;br /&gt;Yang 50 minit saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik tik tik&lt;br /&gt;Jarum jam bergerak pantas&lt;br /&gt;Putaran masa terusan saja&lt;br /&gt;Nanti dulu&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu sebentar&lt;br /&gt;Cepat sangat kamu bergerak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tik tik tik&lt;br /&gt;Denyutan nadi menjadi kencang&lt;br /&gt;Hati menjadi kecut&lt;br /&gt;Mata sentiasa melirik jam&lt;br /&gt;Belum habis&lt;br /&gt;Belum selesai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa sudah tamat&lt;br /&gt;Menanti keputusan muktamad&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan berbeza&lt;br /&gt;Antara guru murid&lt;br /&gt;Dalam masa 50 minit&lt;br /&gt;Ujian karangan dijalankan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-111631705710727195?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111631705710727195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111631705710727195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631705710727195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631705710727195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/05/50-minit.html' title='50 Minit'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111521083574963886</id><published>2005-05-05T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling really DEPRESS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;... Tak tau lah napa hari ni mcm pagi depress semacam gitu. Macam tak nak pergi keje langsung. Just got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wif sooo many things. Everything mcm so overwelming. Minggu lepas ada &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oral Exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. 2nd day si Ezin sakit pulak ... so kenalah take child care leave. Bila 3rd day, bdk2 masih byk lum tested esp P6. Mintak tolong member same level... semua buat bodoh je. Jadi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; seh. Bukannye aku nak bagi semua 17 utk diorg testkan... stakat 2 or 3 org pun jadilah. Sekurang-kurangnya tak lah aku kena meleret sangat. Ingat nak buat latihan Kef Mendgr tapi hari Jumaat barulah settle semua.&lt;br /&gt;Yg P2, tak lah leceh sangat... tu pun member sorang ni ada tolong... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks A Lot Gal&lt;/span&gt;. Kau dah byk tolong aku. Tuhan aje akan balas budi baik kau. Ni baru namanye berat sama dipikul dan ringan sama dijinjing. Itu pun dia ada jugak offer nak tolong wif my P6. Tapi aku tak nak dia tolong coz susahkan dia. Dia strt werk at 10 (floating laaa). Takkan nak suruh dia dtg pukul 7.30...kan kesian.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik everything ends well hari ni. Guess betul kata suami... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i must try 2 find something that can me look forward for da day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Kira mcm cari da silver lining in da dark clouds... Paham? Tak faham takpe laaa. Haha. Tadi xtra class dengan P6 pun went ok w/p ada 4, 5 ekor yg nak kena baham dgn Mak Harimau ni kerana tak buat kerja rumah... Dah lah tu ada yg org suruh buat LAKARAN karangan, si bijak laksana pergi buat KARANGAN... &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*geleng kepala*&lt;/span&gt; Tak reti bahasa eh bdk2 ni. Ada yg sampai kelas lambat, xcuse diorg... gi makan... Ah iye la tu. Kelas abis jam 12.30. Kelas tambahan mula 1.30. &lt;em&gt;Takkan lah 1 jam makan tak cukup kan...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah... blog yg panjang lebar ni stop sini. Jap lagi my Darling balik... nak siapkan makanan dia. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-111521083574963886?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111521083574963886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111521083574963886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111521083574963886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111521083574963886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-really-depress.html' title='Feeling really DEPRESS...'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111631646378235337</id><published>2005-05-05T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invigilation</title><content type='html'>SA1 dah mula! Hahaha... Sambil jalan2 dalam kelas (invigilate lah..) dapat aku perhatikan ada budak2 ni yg tak buat lakaran sebelum buat karangan! Baru aku ajar semalam dah tak ingat. What da @#$%&amp;amp;*!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tulah semalam org ajar tak lakaran tak dengar. Sekarang terkial2. Setengah jalan buat karangan baru nak buat lakaran... Apa aje!&lt;br /&gt;Tik..tik..tik.. rasa setiap gerakan masa. Alahai, bila begini lambat betul masa bergerak. Invigilationlah yg paling MEMBOSANKAN!!! Major BoReDoM beb. Sungguh meng...ngantuk..kan..zzz... Macam nak tertidozzzz dibuatnye zzz...&lt;br /&gt;Ilham untuk sajak datang... BRB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-111631646378235337?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111631646378235337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111631646378235337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631646378235337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111631646378235337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/05/invigilation.html' title='Invigilation'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-111521154431857595</id><published>2005-04-21T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Hari ni my b'day. Dah tua laaa nampaknye. Haha. Tak really celebrate. My colleagues ada bagi hadiah. Minyak wangi Be Delicious by DKNY. Hmmm.. wangi. Suami bagi ape? Oooo... dia siang² dah bagi handfon Nokia 6020. Ni pun gara² hp lama ilang. (Sedeh seh... its Ngage QD. Ada byk game.) Nothing much to say lah actually... jus wanna wish myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&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/9684769-111521154431857595?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/111521154431857595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=111521154431857595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111521154431857595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/111521154431857595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-my-birthday.html' title='Today my BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-110775746850498307</id><published>2005-02-08T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Tahun Baru Cina!</title><content type='html'>Minggu ini adalah minggu yang paling ditunggu-tunggu. Bukan soal dapat gaji atau takde kerja tetapi ada masa rehat panjang sikit laaa... Lagipun dah lama tak update blog ni... hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-110775746850498307?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/110775746850498307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=110775746850498307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110775746850498307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110775746850498307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2005/02/selamat-tahun-baru-cina.html' title='Selamat Tahun Baru Cina!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-110442305403891497</id><published>2004-12-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRES dah berMula!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Lagi beberapa hari sekolah dah nak bermula. Hai...meja masih macam kena ribut taufan... berserak tak terkata. Kelmarin pergi sekolah kerana ada bola jaring. Seronok betul! Kaki lenguh² ... maklumlah dah tua... Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Semalam ada AGM &amp; makan² &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(makanan tak sedap...udang, shark fin &amp;amp; agar² mangga  aje yang sedap. Yang lain tak makan pun tak apa.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Baru dapat tahu ajar sesi yang mana. Alhamdulillah... dapat pagi sama macam tahun ini juga. Kena buat susunan dan senarai bagi Jabatan Bahasa Melayu...apa lagi &lt;em&gt;banding&lt;/em&gt; la. Hai... pening betul dibuatnya. Macam mana tak pening... nama ada yang ada.. ada yang tiada.. yang teruk, nama lain²... yg ada Mohd...ditiadakan. Yang tidak ada Mohd...ditambah. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stres betul!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tahun depan ajar &lt;u&gt;P2, kelas bagus, P4, kelas biasa, P6, kelas akhir&lt;/u&gt;...hmm amat mencabar. Tadi baru selesai buat banding. Tu pun nasib baik Kak Aisha, Kak Nita &amp; Azna tolong. Bola jaring pun tak sempat nak pergi. Mana dengan Faezin lagi... merengek²... apa boleh buat dia tak sihat. Kalau marah dia pun...kesian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sesungguhnya tahun 2005 akan memberi cabaran hebat dan akan menguji ketabahan dan kesabaran. Insya-Allah akan cuba ditempuhi. Nampak gayanya cadangan nak tambah ahli keluarga mungkin ditunda... hehe. Meja pun belum habis kemas.... macam mana nak bersedia untuk 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pening...pening...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-110442305403891497?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/110442305403891497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=110442305403891497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110442305403891497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110442305403891497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2004/12/stres-dah-bermula.html' title='STRES dah berMula!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-110442175599562241</id><published>2004-12-25T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secondary Sch Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm...semalam budak² baru dapat tahu sekolah menengah mana mereka akan masuk. Bagi mereka yang dapat masuk ke sekolah yang menjadi pilihan...Alhamdulillah. Kalau yang tidak dapat tu... mungkin ada hikmah disebaliknya. Terima saja. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kalau niat nak belajar, mana² boleh tetapi kalau niat nak cari pasangan...jangan buang masa sekolah... pergi ambil kursus rumahtangga lagi mulia&lt;/span&gt;... Hahaha...jangan marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hai... masa macam ini teringatkan zaman sekolah... &lt;em&gt;Those were the best years.&lt;/em&gt; Rindu kawan² lama. Semua mesti sudah berkeluarga. &lt;em&gt;Miss u all lah!&lt;/em&gt; Murnisah sekiranya kau ada terbaca blog aku, aku harap kau masih anggap aku kawan kau. &lt;em&gt;I really miss u. Hey you're my 1st friend in Sec 1.&lt;/em&gt; Ingat lagi tak.. Zantiana..Teacher's Pet...4U2C...&lt;em&gt;last but not least&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Rizal&lt;/u&gt;. Kalau kau sudah lupa, tak mengapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-110442175599562241?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/110442175599562241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=110442175599562241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110442175599562241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110442175599562241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2004/12/secondary-sch-life.html' title='Secondary Sch Life'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9684769.post-110343401125873429</id><published>2004-12-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:30:17.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ConGraTuLatioNs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tahniah pada semua pelajar yg telah lulus PSLE 2004!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Saya amat berbangga dengan kamu semua terutama sekali mereka yg lulus dengan cemerlang. Kepada pelajar² kelas saya yg telah berjaya mendapat &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A untuk Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, setinggi² tahniah. Saya amat bersyukur kerana usaha saya untuk membantu anda telah mendatangkan hasil.&lt;br /&gt;    Tidak lama lagi kamu semua akan melangkah ke sekolah menengah, suasana di sana tidak sama dengan di sekolah rendah. Pesanan saya ialah hati² semasa memilih kawan dan jangan mudah terpengaruh dengan gejala² yg tidak sihat. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaga maruah &amp; nama baik keluarga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;    Zaman remaja adalah yg paling seronok tetapi kalau disalahgunakan, ia akan membinasakan diri sendiri. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Studies and family should come 1st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE &lt;/u&gt;or &lt;u&gt;BGR&lt;/u&gt; can come later. Sekiranya kamu memerlukan seseorang untuk berbual, you have my no. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;    All the best for the future... Miss ya all coz you're my &lt;u&gt;1st P6 batch&lt;/u&gt;. Great experience for me. Cheerios... :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9684769-110343401125873429?l=oitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/feeds/110343401125873429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9684769&amp;postID=110343401125873429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110343401125873429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9684769/posts/default/110343401125873429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oitz.blogspot.com/2004/12/congratulations.html' title='ConGraTuLatioNs!'/><author><name>LadyHawke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07343015382000040520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/v517v/ladyhawke10.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
