<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960</id><updated>2009-10-28T15:13:59.239+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Domestic Engineer In Da House...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-9202709439759758986</id><published>2009-05-31T23:58:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:06:34.880+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Book Sale'/><title type='text'>Of all the things we did last weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (May 28th)&lt;/strong&gt; - Hubby landed in DXB in the afternoon. Dubai Airport Expo was our destination for the night. There was a Grand Book Sale and we wouldn't want to miss the book fair like last year. At the basement car park, we sensed something was amiss as the car couldn't start after several times trying. Hubby gave me the kind of look that I could understand right away. Y-e-s, I did not start the engine while he was away...not even once since he left for Tehran five days ago! The comfort of being in an air-conditioned room made me so lazy to come down to the car park to start the engine, as hubby told me to, especially during this hot summer. (It's not a valid reason though as the car park is only at the basement...). He was staring at me again. I met his gaze and I dropped it....not because I was shy but because I knew I was guilty! Needn't be defensive, I admit it was my fault. I'm sooooo sorry Yang. Will you forgive me...??? ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (May 29th) &lt;/strong&gt;- Things became worse when all car rental shops were close on Fridays and workshops were only open after Friday prayer. All our plans had to be replanned with certain activities had to be cancelled. We planned to join MY UAE activities at Safa Park this morning but it had to be cancelled including the order we'd placed &lt;em&gt;for mee tomyam&lt;/em&gt; and chicken rice. If not for the important meeting (MY UAE EGM) that hubby had to attend at 4.00 pm today, he wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere. He was just not in the mood...worrying about the car and wondering what could go wrong as we had just changed the car alternator and battery not long but just two months ago. At the same time, anticipating the threat of having to have the untimely big hole in his pocket...sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That evening, a cab sent us to MATRADE (Malaysia Trade Centre), the place where the meeting took place. I accompanied him in order to give moral support especially when he was in the midst of a 'headache' regarding the car, other than to give moral support to MY-UAE itself. Luckily, hubby could hide his worry throughout the meeting. Well, he had to. Being the acting Secretary, he had to be all ears in order to be able to take the minutes. It wasn't just any ordinary meeting okay, it was an Extra Ordinary Meeting held purposefully to approve the draft of the constitution of MY-UAE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday (May 30th)&lt;/strong&gt; - Alhamdulillah it was a Saturday...which meant all car rental shops were open and therefore, we could go to the destinations we'd planned...which also meant hubby could send our car to the workshop. No wrongly put, our car could be sent to the workshop. It couldn't start at all even after three times being jump started. So, the car was towed to the workshop at Umm Ramool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the car rented, we proceeded with our plans...first, a potluck lunch at Arabian Ranches. Due to the car problem, our intention to cook and bring &lt;em&gt;soto ayam &lt;/em&gt;to the potluck lunch turned out to be plucking some grapes and 'baking' Tiramisu at Spinneys supermarket. Syukur Alhamdulillah and thanks a zillion to the generous host for the delectable prawn meals made from some fresh prawns that swam all the way from &lt;em&gt;kolam peliharaan terbaik di dunia&lt;/em&gt; in Saudi to Dubai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right after lunch, we sent Along to her classmate's swimming pool birthday party at Al Wasl and then headed straight to the Grand Book Sale at Dubai Airport Expo - the place where I told hubby by hook or by crook, come rain or shine, we should go this time hihi...(since we missed one last year). Yesss!! Alhamdulillah we made it this time and look what we'd managed to grab here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342133043838635474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SiMRsxTgzdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/w88kro2lLyY/s320/booksale.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It cost me just 60 dhs to get five books of Jeffrey Archer! (when the usual price for each is about 42-49 dhs old or new). It's really worth coming to this book sale for those who love collecting books/novels of their favourite author. &lt;em&gt;Nasib baik tak sempat pegi&lt;/em&gt; the non-fiction section&lt;em&gt;, kalau tak mesti lagi shopping buku tak hengat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Too bad I only managed to explore the fiction section since hubby &lt;em&gt;dah mencuit &lt;/em&gt;to leave the place as we had to fetch Along from the birthday party. Most importantly, we had to return the car by 7.30 pm before the car rental shop closed. If closed before we reached, that would cause hubby having to waste money paying for another four days since he would be leaving for Tehran again early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-9202709439759758986?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/9202709439759758986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=9202709439759758986&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9202709439759758986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9202709439759758986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-weekend.html' title='Of all the things we did last weekend...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SiMRsxTgzdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/w88kro2lLyY/s72-c/booksale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-3464288329044184221</id><published>2009-05-27T01:26:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:24:00.574+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebooking'/><title type='text'>Facebook maniac...??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the word 'maniac' only refers to 'a person who has an extremely strong desire or enthusiasm for something', then I would dare to call myself a Facebook maniac at the moment. But if it brings the meaning of *'a person who has an extremely strong desire or enthusiasm for something, to an extent that other people think is NOT NORMAL', then I'm not! ha ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To be frank, I've been more easily accessible at Facebook since the last couple of weeks, as compared to my blog or emails. Too bad that I just couldn't balance my leisure time between facebooking and blogging just like my SIL and a few other friends did. I'm telling myself that I should improve on this, ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will still blog as I need some non-human channel to pour out my feelings, my heart, my mind, my thoughts...to keep me sane and this is it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This FB craze did not leave me for nothing. I got to be in touch with many long lost, old friends in Msia, UAE and also other parts of the world (especially those who are currently struggling their way towards getting a doctorate). What makes you hooked up to this is that the moment you send a message, you'll get a reply/replies within seconds, sometimes from several friends at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Through this FB, I also got to know that...when I envy those friends who are currently doing their Phd overseas (because I do not know if ever I have that opportunity too hmm..), to my surprise, they envy me too! (not all). Hmm &lt;em&gt;this cikgu tidak bergaji&lt;/em&gt; is being envied &lt;em&gt;ke&lt;/em&gt;...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - To friends who asked, you can reach me at FB by keying in 'Ziela Salih' and country 'Dubai, UAE'. (Sorry friends, lambat inform)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Taken from Oxford University Press&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/1547382196808887960-3464288329044184221?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/3464288329044184221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=3464288329044184221&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3464288329044184221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3464288329044184221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook-maniac.html' title='Facebook maniac...??'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-6181879761801572512</id><published>2009-05-17T11:27:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:31:18.312+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selamat Hari Guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>I'm proud to say this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tidak ada guru yang tidak bangga bila membaca puisi hasil karya Allahyarham Usman Awang ini...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guru O Guru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Berburu ke padang datar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dapat rusa belang kaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Berguru kepala ajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ibarat bunga kembang tak jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialah pemberi paling setia&lt;br /&gt;Tiap akar ilmu miliknya&lt;br /&gt;Pelita dan lampu segala&lt;br /&gt;Untuk manusia sebelum menjadi dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialah ibu dialah bapa juga sahabat&lt;br /&gt;Alur kesetiaan mengalirkan nasihat&lt;br /&gt;Pemimpin yang ditauliahkan segala umat&lt;br /&gt;Seribu tahun katanya menjadi hikmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang Perdana Menteri berkuasa&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang Raja menaiki takhta&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang Presiden sebuah negara&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang ulama yang mulia&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang peguam menang bicara&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini seorang penulis terkemuka&lt;br /&gt;Jika hari ini siapa saja menjadi dewasa;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarahnya dimulakan oleh seorang guru biasa&lt;br /&gt;Dengan lembut sabarnya mengajar tulis-baca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di mana-mana dia berdiri di muka muridnya&lt;br /&gt;Di sebuah sekolah mewah di Ibu Kota&lt;br /&gt;Di bangunan tua sekolah Hulu Terengganu&lt;br /&gt;Dia adalah guru mewakili seribu buku;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin terpencil duduknya di ceruk desa&lt;br /&gt;Semakin bererti tugasnya kepada negara.&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah apa pun pada akhir kehidupanmu, guruku&lt;br /&gt;Budi yang diapungkan di dulang ilmu&lt;br /&gt;Panggilan keramat "cikgu" kekal terpahat&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi kenangan ke akhir hayat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Usman Awang, 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, this is not the only poem exists concerning teachers...but this is the most moving of all. I've 'fallen in love' at first sight when I first came across this poem years ago. More than words can explain how I feel everytime I'm reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 16 - Happy Teacher's Day&lt;/strong&gt; to all my friends out there and all teachers wherever you are. I'm really glad and thankful that I am still being remembered despite being far, far away from my homeland. Thanks for all the HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY messages I've received through sms from my (ex) Boss, a non-teacher close friend, two ex-students (Fariza &amp;amp; Rifa'at from USIM, thanks dear!), a colleague and not forgetting from my other colleagues and friends through Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, I may not be a very good teacher but when I'm being remembered, it does tell me something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - ...and I'm proud to say that I AM a TEACHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-6181879761801572512?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/6181879761801572512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=6181879761801572512&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/6181879761801572512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/6181879761801572512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejarahnya-dimulakan-oleh-seorang.html' title='I&apos;m proud to say this...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-4468324682582772630</id><published>2009-05-07T14:36:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:36:06.948+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ain&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>May 5 - She got a bump on her head on her 8th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apit spilt some water on the floor. Wasting no time, he ran to get some tissue papers before Ibu chewed him out. Ain was on her way to get some snacks from the fridge. The moment I turned to warn her of the spilt water, she was already lying on the floor. Her head hit the floor and she cried in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic-stricken, I smacked Apit on his hands for causing Ain to fall on the spilt water. But I didn't help Ain to get on her feet, I scolded her instead for being careless. I knew I shouldn't have done those and I felt very, very guilty! Pity Apit. I took Ain in my arms, kissed her and rubbed her head. Who doesn't feel worried when her child falls and hits her head on something hard. I was very worried especially when her father was not around...what if something bad happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 24 hours, I watched her closely for any sign of fever or vomitting. Alhamdulillah none except for a swelling at the back of her head. Hubby said &lt;em&gt;tuam&lt;/em&gt; that swelling part just like our mother did when we were small, so I did. She was absent from school the next day as she was still complaining of the pain at the back of her head and dizziness. But only one day...the following day, she had to come to school as it was her birthday. Furthermore, Ibu had prepared something for her to share with classmates on her special day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgK-MA-F_cI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHh8S5u9CMI/s1600-h/0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333034022388235714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgK-MA-F_cI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHh8S5u9CMI/s320/0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain when she was 3 1/2 years old. With a very fair skin, didn't she look like an &lt;em&gt;Amoi&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;em&gt;Amoi&lt;/em&gt; is now eight years old. She was called &lt;em&gt;Amoi&lt;/em&gt; since baby especially by her grandmother and aunties because she looked very much like &lt;em&gt;anak Cina&lt;/em&gt;. Luckily she was born at Pusat Rawatan Islam (Az Zahrah, BBB), if she was born at Hospital Kajang, we would surely have thought that we had mistakenly taken an &lt;em&gt;anak Cina &lt;/em&gt;from the hospital nursery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ain's birthday, these are what Ibu had prepared for her to share with her classmates and class teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333034027734290594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgK-MU4sUKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Sndcaa7JuKA/s320/DSCN1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Goodie bags with snacks and balloons inside. Strictly no chocolates with traces of peanuts included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333058869268734434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgLUyS0CYeI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SVZrp80SCFU/s320/DSCN1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ain's classmates and teacher said Ibu's first homemade choc chips muffins were delicious...auuwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333034021507007794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgK-L9r_hTI/AAAAAAAAAso/Od14WdWzezM/s320/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our eight-year-old Nura'ain Nabilah &lt;em&gt;memang suka bergaya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibu dan Ayah doakan Ain akan menjadi anak yang sholehah dan membanggakan Ayah dan Ibu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s- While Ibu was in the OT, anxiously but excitedly, welcoming Ain to come into this world, Ibu didn't know that Ayah had experienced a suspenseful story while waiting outside the OT!! Check it out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://hilmyzean.blogspot.com/2009/05/ains-8th-birthday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-4468324682582772630?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/4468324682582772630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=4468324682582772630&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/4468324682582772630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/4468324682582772630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-5-she-got-bump-on-her-head-on-her.html' title='May 5 - She got a bump on her head on her 8th birthday!'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SgK-MA-F_cI/AAAAAAAAAsw/hHh8S5u9CMI/s72-c/0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-3652924686786458138</id><published>2009-05-04T23:25:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:37:25.731+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AGM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My-UAE Pro'/><title type='text'>On This First AGM of My-UAE Pro in Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've attended several AGMs (Annual General Meeting) or &lt;em&gt;Mesyuarat Agung&lt;/em&gt; before. &lt;em&gt;Mesyuarat Agung Persatuan Penduduk, Mesyuarat Agung PIBG sekolah&lt;/em&gt; and what not...but nothing like this AGM of My-UAE Pro (the society of Malaysians in the UAE). This AGM that was held at MATRADE (Malaysian Trade Centre) in Dubai on the 1st of May last Friday was neither too formal nor too informal. One thing for certain, it was...&lt;em&gt;meriah!&lt;/em&gt;. And this was my first time ever attending AGM abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few pics of that event...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sf9attAyM3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/bUBsAKJsams/s1600-h/1st+AGM+my-uae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332080225053455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sf9attAyM3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/bUBsAKJsams/s400/1st+AGM+my-uae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First from left: The former President of My-UAE Pro was giving a speech; 2). &lt;em&gt;Pengerusi tetap&lt;/em&gt; -Prof Dr Rani in his welcoming speech; 3). Consulate General - Tn Syed Hasrin giving a few words; 4). The three ladies in scarves - Kak Aishah (the wife of the former President), Zaida (green) - the 'second' lady and Suraya (black) - our new First Lady hehe...; 5). &lt;em&gt;Proses pengiraan undi sedang berlangsung dengan disaksikan pemerhati-pemerhati tidak rasmi;&lt;/em&gt; the biggest pic - Refreshment time, while waiting for the results of the newly elected exco members to be announced &lt;em&gt;(ada nasi lemak sedap...)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sf9atJVrJkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/98-0ZRA65VU/s1600-h/DSCN1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332080215477397058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sf9atJVrJkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/98-0ZRA65VU/s400/DSCN1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The newly elected exco members of My-UAE Pro 2009/2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2nd from left: Tn Hj Affandi (red) - our new President, Clinton Ooi, KP, Haza Hilmy &lt;em&gt;(ehh &lt;/em&gt;dear hubby&lt;em&gt; pun ada...!)&lt;/em&gt;, Firdaus, Ms Chan, Putri, Rozana, Afza (Treasurer), Yusree (Secretary), Imran (Vice President), Hasnoal, Mushil and Nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all exco members: Congratulations and &lt;em&gt;selamat menjalankan kewajipan kepada agama, bangsa dan negara. Semoga My-UAE Pro semakin proaktif bawah pucuk pimpinan baru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;p/s - Yang, even though you used to be the exco member of our &lt;em&gt;Persatuan Penduduk &lt;/em&gt;before, and used to be the President of Malaysian Students of Sacramento, CA long time ago, this one could be different and could have different challenges. I just hope that you can give your very best and do it sincerely, ok Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-3652924686786458138?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/3652924686786458138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=3652924686786458138&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3652924686786458138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3652924686786458138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-this-first-agm-of-my-uae-pro-in.html' title='On This First AGM of My-UAE Pro in Dubai'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sf9attAyM3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/bUBsAKJsams/s72-c/1st+AGM+my-uae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-2032681777837819200</id><published>2009-04-30T17:41:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:25:49.779+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meningitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Swine Flu - Circular To Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Along and Ain brought home this circular from school yesterday. Although this is just a note of caution following the swine flu outbreak in Mexico and US, this pandemic disease has got victims in other countries as well such as Germany, Costa Rica and Austria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481418769271266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfmsm7eQCeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KLtf4HJPGpA/s320/DSCN1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's no such case reported in Dubai yet but it's quite alarming when this circular issued by the school where our children are studying, especially when there are just too many expats in Dubai including those coming from the two badly infected countries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just want to share the important piece of information contained in the circular: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494610125721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfm4mxGtkDI/AAAAAAAAArA/2Sn2SMFxb4U/s400/DSCN1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We parents can help educate our own children by taking these common sense measures to prevent against infection, as stated in the circular:&lt;br /&gt;* Wash your hands frequently.&lt;br /&gt;* Cover your nose and mouth with a tissue upon coughing and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;* Use appropriate gel or foam hand sanitizers (As most food courts at many Dubai shopping malls do not provide sinks to wash hands, I'll make sure that I will not forget to include hand sanitizer in my handbag apart from lipstick and lip gloss).&lt;br /&gt;* Stay away from work or public transportation if unwell.&lt;br /&gt;* Avoid people who might be infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The circular also warns parents of a suspected case of Meningitis in a Dubai school (though not yet confirmed by the Health Authority). So, those parents whose child has not received a vaccine for the past 3 years are advised to get their child a Meningitis A&amp;amp;C shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, none of my children has taken such an injection because if I'm not mistaken (correct me if I'm wrong), in Malaysia it is not included in the series of injections that a baby has to get especially in a government clinic. Now I understand why some private clinics, while we were in Malaysia, strongly advised parents to get their baby an injection for Meningitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-2032681777837819200?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/2032681777837819200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=2032681777837819200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/2032681777837819200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/2032681777837819200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-circular-to-parents.html' title='Swine Flu - Circular To Parents'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfmsm7eQCeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KLtf4HJPGpA/s72-c/DSCN1325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8252732734861860793</id><published>2009-04-28T16:27:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:35:22.288+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gulai kawah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bekwoh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ajman'/><title type='text'>Bekwoh Gulai Kawah di padang pasir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've heard of &lt;em&gt;gulai kawah&lt;/em&gt; before, I know it's a Kelantanese dish but I'd never seen or tasted it. When I heard there would be a &lt;em&gt;bekwoh gulai kawah &lt;/em&gt;in this desertland, I surely wouldn't want to miss the opportunity of seeing and tasting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721557776668146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hMsFFfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/amuMmzW4zd8/s320/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For this &lt;em&gt;gulai kawah,&lt;/em&gt; we came all the way from Dubai to another emirate of the UAE, that was Ajman, on Friday last week&lt;em&gt;. Gulai kawah&lt;/em&gt; was not the sole purpose, the main reason of going there was actually to attend a farewell ceremony of our My-UAE Pro President (it's a Malaysian society in the UAE). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5iVGTRpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vJ6Gb2wdTLM/s1600-h/Bekwoh+at+Ajman.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721577214002834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5iVGTRpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vJ6Gb2wdTLM/s320/Bekwoh+at+Ajman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berbekalkan dua bilah pisau pemotong serta anak-anak berbekalkan bantal-bantal busuk dan &lt;/em&gt;comforter&lt;em&gt;, maka menujulah kami ke destinasi yang dituju. Tengok tu budak 3 orang ni kalau nak &lt;/em&gt;travel&lt;em&gt; jauh sikit mulalah buat kereta tu macam bilik hotel bergerak. Apit siap bawa kengkawan dia&lt;/em&gt; Bumble (bunny) and Eddy (the blue elephant). &lt;em&gt;Hmm sukahati laa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329723448263215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb7PPTMiSI/AAAAAAAAAqo/7bjAybb4VOA/s320/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mr A and Mrs S's abode. Thanks so much for your hospitality.&lt;em&gt; (Maaf baru perasan gambar rumah ada, gambar tuan rumah lupa nak ambil)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So, the &lt;em&gt;gulai kawah&lt;/em&gt; together with fried chicken and fish were prepared through &lt;em&gt;gotong-royong&lt;/em&gt; just like a &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; back in our &lt;em&gt;kampung&lt;/em&gt; - from cutting the meat up to serving the food. Being far away from home, it was really great watching the &lt;em&gt;gotong-royong&lt;/em&gt; spirit among Malaysians here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5iJMHl6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/F6dPvztyR9c/s1600-h/Bekwoh+at+Ajman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721574017177506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5iJMHl6I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/F6dPvztyR9c/s320/Bekwoh+at+Ajman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whike the men were showing off their hidden cooking talents, the ladies were busy in the kitchen cutting fruits and &lt;em&gt;kuih-muih&lt;/em&gt;. There were just many, many fruits and delicacies brought by other Malaysians who came. Each and everyone did not come with &lt;em&gt;tangan kosong&lt;/em&gt;. Name it what Malaysian local delicacies that were not there - &lt;em&gt;karipap, kole kacang, putu ayu, kuih koci, bubur kacang, puding jagung, agar-agar pandan, agar-agar kacang merah, kuih sagu dan seri muka - &lt;/em&gt;all heavenly irresistible especially for those who live abroad like us!&lt;em&gt; Dapatlah hilang rindu pada kuih-muih tradisional. &lt;/em&gt;There were also carrot cake, puffs, donuts and chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hnLcSHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/cUIqS_Q8JO4/s1600-h/Bekwoh+at+Ajman2.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721564887533682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hnLcSHI/AAAAAAAAAqI/cUIqS_Q8JO4/s320/Bekwoh+at+Ajman2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, the serving tables were more than full with many varieties of yummilicious Malaysian dishes and delicacies. &lt;em&gt;Ikan masin, petai dan jering pun ada...jangan marra...&lt;/em&gt;So, that's the delicious &lt;em&gt;gulai kawah. &lt;/em&gt;Now only I know &lt;em&gt;gulai kawah&lt;/em&gt; tastes like beef curry but a little bit sweeter and undeniably delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hTWzL3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1UKDRuLitAE/s1600-h/Bekwoh+at+Ajman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329721559566462834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hTWzL3I/AAAAAAAAAqA/1UKDRuLitAE/s320/Bekwoh+at+Ajman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sesi makan-makan dan penyampaian cenderahati &lt;/em&gt;to Mr President and another Malaysian who are leaving for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329723440979882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb7O0KtsxI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8MejdVk6bWQ/s320/DSC01672.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;These are only some of those many who turned up that night. It was real fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s- Errr what is &lt;em&gt;bekwoh&lt;/em&gt; anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8252732734861860793?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8252732734861860793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8252732734861860793&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8252732734861860793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8252732734861860793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/04/bekwoh-gulai-kawah-di-padang-pasir.html' title='Bekwoh Gulai Kawah di padang pasir'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sfb5hMsFFfI/AAAAAAAAAp4/amuMmzW4zd8/s72-c/DSC01632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-9114163106616853197</id><published>2009-04-27T12:08:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:33:59.183+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my beloved laptop'/><title type='text'>It's been almost 7 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It had turned off automatically, unintentionally, a few times for the past few weeks. Never happened like this before. The climax of it was when smoke was seen billowing out of my laptop through the cabel port when I was online. The smoke was not that much though but enough to cause me panicked. Thank God it didn't explode! Huby was quick to turn it off. Everytime there was a problem with my laptop, I always resorted to using my kids' one. Too bad when the kids' laptop had the same problem. Arghhh...&lt;em&gt;mati kutu sekejap &lt;/em&gt;since I couldn't watch TV online anymore, read news online, update my blog and log in FB (I did use hubby's laptop a few times when he was home to check important emails). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SfVo1Yzt3cI/AAAAAAAAApw/uL7FWrLUxIw/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329281000464571842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SfVo1Yzt3cI/AAAAAAAAApw/uL7FWrLUxIw/s320/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been one of my closest friends for the past seven years...since 2002. I just do not want to let it go...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SfVo1EVE9dI/AAAAAAAAApo/NmHbd6DSoxM/s1600-h/DSC01684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329280994967352786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SfVo1EVE9dI/AAAAAAAAApo/NmHbd6DSoxM/s320/DSC01684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pity the kids...their laptop has had only a short life span...less than a year. Hubby refused to have it repaired...at least for the time being. Good for Along and Ain as they can now give their full concentration on the coming final exam at the end of May. (But not good for their Ibu as it made her &lt;em&gt;mati kutu &lt;/em&gt;when wasn't able to be online sob sob...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days ago, hubby sent the damaged part of my laptop for repair. Alhamdulillah... this closest friend of mine can now work like normal, serve me as usual. Thanks a lot to dear hubby. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As blogging keeps me sane, being unable to blog for a fortnight leaves me feeling 'not-so-sane' (not 'insane' ok!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-9114163106616853197?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/9114163106616853197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=9114163106616853197&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9114163106616853197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9114163106616853197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-almost-7-years.html' title='It&apos;s been almost 7 years...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SfVo1Yzt3cI/AAAAAAAAApw/uL7FWrLUxIw/s72-c/DSC01680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-7252779472757217114</id><published>2009-04-12T13:03:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:14:44.286+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apit in actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KG Raffles'/><title type='text'>Apit nak masuk KG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is the first day of school for Along and Ain after a two-week Spring break. After a long go-back-to-sleep-after-hubby-goes-to-work, my early morning duties started as usual today. Apart from preparing Along and Ain's breakfast and lunchboxes, hubby and I had extra duties this morning...waking up Apit, bathing him and preparing his milk. Apit's going to school today yeayy!! No, not schooling yet but our little boy is sitting for his assessment test for KG at 8.30 am this morning. We took him to Raffles IS because he had an interview session as a requirement for admission to KG. As a mother, I was worried as if he was sitting for a big exam hi hi&lt;em&gt;...Bukannya apa risau gak mana la tau Teacher tanya in English dia bantai jawab dalam BM ikut sukahati dia...&lt;/em&gt;like he sometimes do at home hmm...&lt;em&gt;Lagipun masih banyak &lt;/em&gt;English vocabs&lt;em&gt; yang Apit belum tau&lt;/em&gt; even though he already knows ABC until Z in both capital letters and small letters, and 123 until 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323731194890969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SeGxUL8kYZI/AAAAAAAAApg/ip6l27Rt0dM/s320/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nampaknya kerisauan Ibu Apit tak berasas. Apit &lt;/em&gt;steady&lt;em&gt; je, Ibu dio pulak yang lobih.&lt;/em&gt; Apit was very excited sketching, colouring and trying to write any alphabet that he knows and even trying to write his own name while waiting for Ayah filling up some forms (even though what came out was 'AFOFI' instead of 'AFIQ' he he...&lt;em&gt;apa-apa je la&lt;/em&gt;..). When the Teacher called him to go to the assessment room, he held the female teacher's hand and was ever willing to follow her without bothering his worrying Ibu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323731188517215602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SeGxT0M8nXI/AAAAAAAAApY/gL0GXVNwl-Q/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After more than half an hour, Apit was returned to us by the Teacher. We were expecting a very worried or crying face of Apit after not seeing his father and mother for more than 30 minutes &lt;em&gt;tapi muka Apit selamba je, &lt;/em&gt;excited&lt;em&gt; je he he...&lt;/em&gt;We curiously asked him, &lt;em&gt;"Teacher tanya apa?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Apit kata,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Teacher ajar main toys, pastu Teacher tanya ABC dengan 123 &lt;/em&gt;until&lt;em&gt; 5." "Alaa Apit lupa la nak cakap &lt;/em&gt;I don't know&lt;em&gt; masa Teacher tanya Apit tak tau nak jawab"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/1547382196808887960-7252779472757217114?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/7252779472757217114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=7252779472757217114&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/7252779472757217114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/7252779472757217114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/04/apit-nak-masuk-kg.html' title='Apit nak masuk KG'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SeGxUL8kYZI/AAAAAAAAApg/ip6l27Rt0dM/s72-c/DSC01614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-3478496382709710024</id><published>2009-04-10T16:17:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:31:33.876+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Nails In The Fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got this piece from a friend, an ex-coursemate through an email. I just like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but &lt;strong&gt;look at the holes in the fence.. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;/strong&gt; Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*If only, there's no hole at all in the fence...&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/1547382196808887960-3478496382709710024?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/3478496382709710024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=3478496382709710024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3478496382709710024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3478496382709710024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/04/nails-in-fence.html' title='Nails In The Fence'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-353482035972825238</id><published>2009-03-23T17:29:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:01:56.638+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumeirah Beach Hotel'/><title type='text'>March 20th - Groove &amp; Grind at JBH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Never did I imagine that I would step my foot at a famous five-star hotel in Dubai. If not for the annual dinner organized by the company hubby is attached to, it would still remain an imagination. My family and I were actually there at Jumeirah Beach Hotel to attend the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfT0JJwI2I/AAAAAAAAAow/A_ezKz8bs9Q/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfT0JJwI2I/AAAAAAAAAow/A_ezKz8bs9Q/s320/DSC01495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316450777897640802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was our first time at this wave-shaped hotel, so we were like total strangers looking for the place the dinner was held and a prayer room. In no time, the hotel staff approached us and showed us the way. Since it was near Maghrib, we headed for the prayer room first. We felt so welcome although we knew it that this was 'not our place'. &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_ZoneTwo_ctl02_ListingInfoLabel"&gt;With the extravagant hospitality shown by the hotel staff, it is no wonder that Jumeirah Beach Hotel has been voted ‘Best Resort Hotel in the World’ by readers of Business Traveller Magazine, UK, 2001-2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfTzJKtPOI/AAAAAAAAAog/9u2ETKsCoXg/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfTzJKtPOI/AAAAAAAAAog/9u2ETKsCoXg/s320/DSC01523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316450760721775842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Themed 'Groove &amp;amp; Grind' in the 50s and 60s, hubby, the kids and I were trying our best to fit ourselves into the theme. We did not dress to the teeth, we just made do with what we already had. Hubby and Apit were in checked shirts with the sleeves rolled up whereas Along and Ain were in dresses with leggings and hair bands. Me, with ala-ala Saloma style but of course with my head scarf on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfTztCmNNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AB6SlgqmbEI/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfTztCmNNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/AB6SlgqmbEI/s320/DSC01486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316450770351437010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we came a bit late, that was not a reason for us not to have fun. With Elvis' songs filling the air together with 70s and 80s nostalgic songs, the night was so lively. We had a blast (but we did not dance though, we just watched). The food was a variety ranging from Japanese to Indian to Arabic food and yummiliciously good of course. What made it so special is that the place we had dinner is overlooking another famous five-star luxury hotel - Burj Al Arab. It looks so near from that open grassy beach of Jumeirah Beach Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHnn5MgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vp8-D3S8xvo/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHnn5MgI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vp8-D3S8xvo/s200/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445614936502786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHjVuZ1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/nWTNYm94VBg/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHjVuZ1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/nWTNYm94VBg/s200/DSC01502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445613786556242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHwwNpqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/e4LcwHJS6GQ/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPHwwNpqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/e4LcwHJS6GQ/s200/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445617387316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPGoQG-JI/AAAAAAAAAoA/VLGHdC77wtM/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfPGoQG-JI/AAAAAAAAAoA/VLGHdC77wtM/s200/DSC01513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445597925308562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Burj Al Arab is one of the most photographed structures in the world. Your stay in Dubai is considered not complete if you yourself haven't been photographed with Burj Al Arab as the background he he...Let's feast our eyes on this stunningly beautiful Burj Al Arab. &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_MainContent_ZoneTwo_ctl02_ListingInfoLabel"&gt;Very interestingly, at night its colours change every few minutes as it is illuminated by choreographed lighting representing water and fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Sydney is famous for its Opera House and Paris with the Eiffel Tower, Burj Al Arab is an iconic or symbolic structure for Dubai. Designed to resemble a billowing sail, Burj Al Arab stands on an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_island" title="Artificial island"&gt;artificial island&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;280 metres (919 ft)&lt;/span&gt; out from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jumeirah" title="Jumeirah"&gt;Jumeirah&lt;/a&gt; beach, and is connected to the mainland by a private curving bridge. It's the world's tallest hotel which characterizes itself as the world's only "7-star" property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although we didn't bring back any SONY Bravia LCD  or  a SONY home theatre set for the lucky draw prize, we were happy as we were full and really had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-353482035972825238?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/353482035972825238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=353482035972825238&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/353482035972825238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/353482035972825238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-20th-groove-grind-at-jbh.html' title='March 20th - Groove &amp; Grind at JBH'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/ScfT0JJwI2I/AAAAAAAAAow/A_ezKz8bs9Q/s72-c/DSC01495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-9000159451675606944</id><published>2009-03-19T08:09:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:23:34.876+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linguistic terms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><title type='text'>Of the soft palate and the hard palate and the tip of the tongue etc. etc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought I wouldn 't have to hear these linguistic terms of Phonetics and Phonology anymore...on how to articulate  these letters and those letters and all. I thought when I had to deliberately practice moving the right and left jaw up and down to produce a certain sound etc. etc. in my Oracy class long, long time ago during my matriculation years, that was the end of it. No more after this. When we had to carefully practise touching the tip of the tongue to the soft palate and hard palate or putting the tip of the tongue between the plates of the top two incisors etc. etc. in Dr IH's class during uni years long time ago, I thought that was more than enough (pllleeaeseeee). The fact that he's indeed a very good and knowledgeable lecturer did little to help to reduce the migraine that I often had after his every lecture he he...especially the part when we had to give the linguistic description of how certain letters were articulated. Luckily, in the inroduction class of that thing with Mr J Fitzpatrick, I'd never had any magraine not only because I adored him so much but because the things studied were still less technical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, never did I imagine I would have to study these linguistic terms again. But the fact is I am now learning it. Of course not the same subject but the same linguistic terms which I came across in the book Part 1 have already given me some kind of phobia (he he...). However, since I am now learning it for a good reason, a very, very good purpose, I am sure that The Almighty will be helping me all the way through the process as long as I have the sincere will to continue learning. Not only for my life at present but also for the life after this. It's not merely a linguistic class, it's more than that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having missed the first sessions of book Part 1, I have no choice but to do extra work on my part. I guess I have to stop mumbling now as I need, I repeat, I need to study book Part 1 as well as Part 2 for tomorrow's class (hmm like good hi hi...).  So that, I don't have to unnecessarily get the jitters when I have to sit beside the teacher and read. (Now I know exactly how my students felt having to sit near me and read or present their part for the oral test). If that sweet soft-spoken teacher reads what I'm writing (which I don't think so...???), she must be smiling knowing how I feel he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-9000159451675606944?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/9000159451675606944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=9000159451675606944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9000159451675606944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/9000159451675606944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-soft-palate-and-hard-palate-and-tip.html' title='Of the soft palate and the hard palate and the tip of the tongue etc. etc...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8933726424960422756</id><published>2009-03-15T23:38:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:36:21.508+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Island Escapade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palm Island'/><title type='text'>Fri (Feb 6th) - Hang Loose and Kick Back at Island Escapade `09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone seemed to be full of anticipation of the Island Escapade `09 - a family day from Malaysians for Malaysians in the UAE. As early as 7.00 am, Malaysians were seen waiting patiently at the jetty for a boatride to take us all to the neighbouring Palm Island, UAQ. Those who didn't stay overnight at Palma Beach Resort were among the early birds. The guest of honour, our ambassador Dato' Yahya and Consulate General Syed Hasrin,  were among those riding the early boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1ZTgGKNAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nhIup3EUYeY/s1600-h/DSC01287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1ZTgGKNAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nhIup3EUYeY/s400/DSC01287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313501326935208962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we who were putting up there at the resort taking our own sweet time snapping pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb05L9zrFKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/YLvannLLysA/s1600-h/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb05L9zrFKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/YLvannLLysA/s400/DSC01288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313466013099693218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along, Ain and Apit couldn't wait for the boatride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zrutma5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ufkRT3tJp-0/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zrutma5I/AAAAAAAAAjk/ufkRT3tJp-0/s200/DSC01289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459961733737362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is a 10-15-minute boatride, safety jackets are a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1VwFiTrJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fxVkEMgloPU/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1VwFiTrJI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fxVkEMgloPU/s400/DSC01291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313497419975208082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel room seen from the boat. It's like a double-storey townhouse in which the first and second floors are occupied by two different families. What's special here is that each room is allocated an exclusive parking space right in front of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the activities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1LvLlENJI/AAAAAAAAAk0/XFmECFr2JM0/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1LvLlENJI/AAAAAAAAAk0/XFmECFr2JM0/s400/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313486409301243026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reminiscing some 28-29 years ago, I took part in the traditional game&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;galah panjang. &lt;/span&gt;It was so exciting although we lost...it's not the prize but the fun that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1T_azGCyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qbrnrovE3pQ/s1600-h/DSC01301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1T_azGCyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/qbrnrovE3pQ/s200/DSC01301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313495484357544738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids may have never heard of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galah panjang&lt;/span&gt;, but they were not bad at all. By just listening to the instructions given, they coud understand the game. Along enjoyed playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galah panjang&lt;/span&gt; for the first time in her life. Her team got second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0uZ9fqT8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/BRgHh26LXSo/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0uZ9fqT8I/AAAAAAAAAiE/BRgHh26LXSo/s400/DSC01338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313454158906019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knee injury forgotten, hubby took part in champion ball (it's like netball for men). His team also got second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zqbRyJqI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VvnDPedDcL4/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zqbRyJqI/AAAAAAAAAjM/VvnDPedDcL4/s200/DSC01320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459939336922786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queuing up for food ration for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zqK9CX7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/nhgC6gWBNKk/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0zqK9CX7I/AAAAAAAAAjE/nhgC6gWBNKk/s200/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313459934954938290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0q9pcKo7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vJAELCMDFA/s1600-h/DSC01334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0q9pcKo7I/AAAAAAAAAh8/5vJAELCMDFA/s200/DSC01334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450373951431602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like our school years when we were all divided into four houses - white, yellow, red and blue - colours of Jalur Gemilang for sure. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penat bermain, rehat kejap sambil tolong&lt;/span&gt; Kak L and hubby  touched up our house flag - Yellow The Champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1fLaZx_fI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bF6XsN22VWs/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1fLaZx_fI/AAAAAAAAAlc/bF6XsN22VWs/s400/DSC01326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313507785037708786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sukan, sukan juga, kewajipan sebagai seorang Muslim tetap tidak dilupakan&lt;/span&gt;. It was Friday so, the men had their Friday prayer at the beach...a sight that we would never be able to see in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0p_nhPe-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/k2dJSLnW_MM/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0p_nhPe-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/k2dJSLnW_MM/s200/DSC01352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313449308283960290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also took part in medley relay together with 5 other members...the event that saw me accidentally flying like a superman in the sand...(I wonder if anyone's lens managed to capture me in that rare action he he...)...which had caused my team, that almost won, lost in the game. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1x6q4CyaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DwSFcfAAOHA/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1x6q4CyaI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DwSFcfAAOHA/s200/DSC01354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313528388122757538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry friends but I'm proud that it's the sportsmanship of the teamwork that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0mxBVJQZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/igv3tV_g7iM/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0mxBVJQZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/igv3tV_g7iM/s400/DSC01379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313445758979621266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hubby in tug-of-war is nothing new.  His team was the champ, the strongest of them all...yeay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0myLz508I/AAAAAAAAAhU/DTsd7vRJb0I/s1600-h/DSC01364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0myLz508I/AAAAAAAAAhU/DTsd7vRJb0I/s400/DSC01364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313445778972857282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, me in tug-of-war...is the sight that my students would kill to see ha ha ha...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0mxsiKSgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mEvu46Oc4ao/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0mxsiKSgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mEvu46Oc4ao/s400/DSC01370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313445770576939522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small kids looked so cute in this tug-of-war. Judging from their faces, they were enjoying it including Along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k8fVrlcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xd1ofxhsVp4/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k8fVrlcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xd1ofxhsVp4/s200/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313443756990240194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prize giving ceremony...except for tug-of-war, Along got 1st prize for dodge ball and medley relay, and 2nd for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;galah panjang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7bAJSvI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zMxE1INwGWM/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7bAJSvI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zMxE1INwGWM/s200/DSC01391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313443738646301426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was the champ for tug-of-war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7x-gHXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GVUt0849gb8/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7x-gHXI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GVUt0849gb8/s200/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313443744813423986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and 2nd place for champion ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7PfmxGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cbTJRR7M35g/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0k7PfmxGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cbTJRR7M35g/s200/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313443735557031010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since events for kids below 7 years old were cancelled due to a certain reason, each and every kids from the age of 7 and below got a prize each. Good news for Apit and Ain. Apit was seen queuing up for the prize. So cute he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0hfUUKHOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xcTYYkU4pjg/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb0hfUUKHOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/xcTYYkU4pjg/s400/DSC01398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313439957279972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tired...but satisfied and happy. Ready to go home...anticipating body and muscle aching in one or two more days...hi hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s- Sekalung ucapan tahniah buat semua AJK my-UAE pro terutama kepada Island Escapade Project Director dan semua orang2 kuat my-UAE pro atas kejayaan projek ini. Very well organised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8933726424960422756?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8933726424960422756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8933726424960422756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8933726424960422756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8933726424960422756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/hang-loose-and-kick-back-at-island.html' title='Fri (Feb 6th) - Hang Loose and Kick Back at Island Escapade `09'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sb1ZTgGKNAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/nhIup3EUYeY/s72-c/DSC01287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8139859078984790456</id><published>2009-03-15T08:29:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:47:41.611+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um Al Quwain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palma Beach Resort'/><title type='text'>Thurs (Feb 5th) - One Night at Um Al Quwain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After fetching Ain from school and, Along and me from Safa Park, hubby drove us to Uptown Mirdiff. We were to join another two families to go to Palma Beach Resort at Um Al Quwain. At 4.45 pm, we drove in convoy as hubby wasn't sure of the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um Al Quwain is one of the the seven emirates of the UAE. This is the fourth emirate in the UAE that we've travelled to after Dubai, Ajman and Sharjah. There are three more emirates that we are yet to explore - Abu Dhabi (the federal capital), Fujairah and Ras Al Khaimah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we reached Palma Beach Resort at around 6.20 pm, it was almost Maghrib. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMhnpSzTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kq1FjpRGZI0/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312994694619385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMhnpSzTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kq1FjpRGZI0/s400/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We'd booked a single room that overloked the sea instead of the resort's swimming pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313302719180453602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbykrAjeNuI/AAAAAAAAAfc/uti2uR2gcTs/s400/1132375%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This particular pic is taken from Channels World of Hotel UAE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This room which is neatly decorated with an Arabian style is spacious for a family of 2 adults and 3 small children like ours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313005582481010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuWbYFyryI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hIAlqI_gdQQ/s400/ActivitiesRaffles8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That night, about 200 hundred Malaysians, big and small, gathered at this three-bedroom villa rented by several Malaysian families for a BBQ. At least we had some time to kill before gearing up for a big and adventurous event the next morning organised my-UAE Pro - from Malaysians for Malaysians. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was so tired after joining Along's school activities at Safa Park during the day that I went back to our hotel room early to catch some z's. Furthermore, we had to get up early to catch up on a more exciting thing awaited the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMhWwMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/Z4vir0Tt33A/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312994690084923314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMhWwMZ7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/Z4vir0Tt33A/s400/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up early that morning and looked out of our room balcony...what a stunning view! Hubby grabbed his camera and in no time captured this beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312719415507584130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbqSKRCmhII/AAAAAAAAAek/E5m5jTs8SiU/s400/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No, we're not in Egypt. Palma Beach Resort, UAQ is a resort hotel with a distinct ancient Egyptian theme. Along, Ain and Apit were so scared to even go near these Pharaoh's big black and golden statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMg30cNrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/vfSXrTa2oO8/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312994681781237426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMg30cNrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/vfSXrTa2oO8/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a few photos that morning right after breakfast and before getting on a boat that would take us to the neighbouring Palm Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbqSLl6sDMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/L2LXJQSjiOE/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312719438291406018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbqSLl6sDMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/L2LXJQSjiOE/s400/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbqSLRmchII/AAAAAAAAAes/cOXr-Maw3zQ/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312719432837792898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbqSLRmchII/AAAAAAAAAes/cOXr-Maw3zQ/s400/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll surely come here again...not only for the peace and tranquility of the place but also because we felt that it was such a waste to spend such a short time at this beautiful resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8139859078984790456?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8139859078984790456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8139859078984790456&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8139859078984790456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8139859078984790456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/thurs-feb-5th-one-night-at-um-al-quwain.html' title='Thurs (Feb 5th) - One Night at Um Al Quwain'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbuMhnpSzTI/AAAAAAAAAfM/kq1FjpRGZI0/s72-c/DSC01269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-1908360796584456217</id><published>2009-03-12T01:10:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:51:30.358+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safa Park'/><title type='text'>Let's Learn &amp; Play at Safa Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Thursday (5th March), Along had a class trip to Safa Park. It wasn't merely an outing or a picnic at the park but it was a fun-filled activity held for all four Grade 4 classes from the south and west campuses of Raffles IS. Four buses took them to the park which was not very far from their school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once inside the park, the students and teachers assembled at one of the fields for a briefing before dispersing to their own respective groups that had been assigned to them the day before. There were four very interesting activities carried out by the teachers, and assisted as well as supervised by a few parent volunteers (including myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7KsvI6YI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ab_IijUdvAk/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311990446732929410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7KsvI6YI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ab_IijUdvAk/s400/ActivitiesRaffles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Activity 1&lt;/u&gt;: Drawing Burj Dubai - the soon-to-be world's tallest building - conducted by Ms Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7KdSKjRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Sy3LoJg8u-A/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311990442584870162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7KdSKjRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Sy3LoJg8u-A/s400/ActivitiesRaffles3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Activity 2&lt;/u&gt;: A Walk In The Park conducted by Ms Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this activity, the students were to list down living things and non-living things which they found along the way from the grassy lawn up to the top of the hill. The things that they jotted down would be used for the follow-up written activity. It was such a breathtaking panoramic view from the top of the hill which was landscaped with a man-made cave and waterfall. The breeze was so cool and refreshing in this spring afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7JuNQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QhjKbRrhnk/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311990429947844274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7JuNQ1rI/AAAAAAAAAd4/_QhjKbRrhnk/s400/ActivitiesRaffles7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The students, together with teachers and parent volunteers, took a break for meal at 11.00 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf3-HG4CAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/vGqhhDByKJU/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986931938625538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf3-HG4CAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/vGqhhDByKJU/s400/ActivitiesRaffles4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;Activity 3&lt;/u&gt;: Petunias Counting conducted by Mr ...... (can't remember his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are Maths and Science activities. In an interesting way, the teacher showed the students a metre stick and told them to make a pace forward that measured a metre. By referring to the petunias square nearby, they were asked to show which one was the width and length. Then, they were instructed to pace from one end to the other end along the width of the petunias square. Once again, they had to pace along the petunias square but this time, they had to count how many rows of white, violet, cream and red petunias altogether. This was followed by pacing along the length of the square and counting how many petunia trees in each row. The students were to jot down the number of rows of petunias and petunias in each row. The addition and multiplication had to be done in order to find out how many petunias altogether in the square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, they were given a microscope each and asked to examine parts of a petunia under the microscope i.e. stigma etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf39frWmSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ws9x76C6A9k/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986921354205474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf39frWmSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ws9x76C6A9k/s400/ActivitiesRaffles5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Activity 4: Playing Rounders by Mr Tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was the activity that Along enjoyed very much. She's liked playing rounders very much ever since she started learning to play it just a few weeks ago. The moment I saw her hitting the ball I knew it she's after her father who played softball in his college years and was the captain of the team. Along got the chance to become the batter twice and managed to make a home run after both hittings. Pics 2 &amp;amp; 4 saw her running wholeheartedly after hitting the ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf39OZUFAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gHuuln9xilM/s1600-h/ActivitiesRaffles6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311986916715140098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf39OZUFAI/AAAAAAAAAdg/gHuuln9xilM/s400/ActivitiesRaffles6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a free activity now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993659919848130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf-FuymUsI/AAAAAAAAAeY/BQHX-zOBS-E/s320/DSCN1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along (standing at the far left) with Ms Lee and classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993656980198402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf-Fj1u1AI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/HrIY1MoJgog/s320/DSCN1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With other parent volunteers: (from left) Ms Connie and Ms Kattea (Australian) and Ms Abeer (Egyptian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun although a bit tiring. I didn't do much actually, just supervising the students and giving them moral supports. Tiring probably because I had to follow them wherever they went around the big park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've learned some useful refreshing ideas that I could bring back to carry out with my own students back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-1908360796584456217?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/1908360796584456217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=1908360796584456217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/1908360796584456217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/1908360796584456217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-learn-play-at-safa-park.html' title='Let&apos;s Learn &amp; Play at Safa Park'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbf7KsvI6YI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ab_IijUdvAk/s72-c/ActivitiesRaffles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-169286722722664607</id><published>2009-03-11T15:11:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:03:48.466+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International Festival of Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dubai Festival City'/><title type='text'>Feb 26th - At The International Fringe Festival, Dubai Festival City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to the Fringe Festival to watch Along performing Little Red Riding Hood with her classmates. Hubby took a half day off just to give her a moral support and also spend the evening at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubai_Festival_City"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubai Festival City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since this was our first time coming here. Raffles IS (south campus) was scheduled to perform at 4.30 pm. However, we didn't manage to reach in time. When we reached here at around 5.00 pm, Along and classmates had just finished performing. It was an open stage at the Timeout Kids' Zone, Marina Terrace 2. Upon arrival, this was what left... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311889251641937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbefIXpVT2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/98tjsrcJ7o0/s320/DSCN1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;However, Along was happy to see us coming although we missed the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbefIhogc8I/AAAAAAAAAdA/LX4Nz32kBrc/s1600-h/DSCN1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311889254322828226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbefIhogc8I/AAAAAAAAAdA/LX4Nz32kBrc/s320/DSCN1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her friendly and sweet homeroom teacher, Ms Lee was there welcoming us while supervising the other Raffles girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311913910882837458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/Sbe1juego9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5FnO2bQExGM/s320/ActivitiesRaffles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pic 1 - The maroon pants children (Raffles IS students) were seen all over the festival area; Pic 2 -Puppet show by Universal American School students; Pic 3 - A song and guitar performance by Al Khaleej National School; Pic 4 - A live band by Deira International School students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also workshops on creative writing and exhibitions on Literature held on the next and following days (27th &amp;amp; 28th Feb), however we couldn't manage to attend all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311931530648783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbfFlVOEiVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MpAHxp8BQzg/s400/ActivitiesRaffles1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While Along was having a late lunch with her classmate cum an Egyptian best friend, Lina, we walked around the mall to savour the stunning view at the Canal Walk area overlooking Festival Marina on the eastern bank of Dubai Creek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dubai Festival City, if fully completed, is expected to be the largest mall in Dubai and the newest shopping venue. It is at present Middle East's largest mixed-use development programme which comprises 550 shops, a 12 screen cinema complex and 90 international restaurants, bistros and cafes including 40 al fresco dining venues along Canal Walk. It is not just a mall but it harmoniously blends hotels, homes, offices, schools and a golf course. Among the famous most visited spots here are &lt;a title="IKEA" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IKEA"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="new" title="HyperPanda (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=HyperPanda&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;HyperPanda&lt;/a&gt; supermarket (first &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Panda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panda"&gt;Panda&lt;/a&gt; hypermarket outside of Saudi Arabia), &lt;a class="new" title="Plug-ins ElectroniX (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Plug-ins_ElectroniX&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Plug-ins ElectroniX&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Ace Hardware" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ace_Hardware"&gt;Ace Hardware&lt;/a&gt; (the largest outside North America). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-169286722722664607?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/169286722722664607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=169286722722664607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/169286722722664607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/169286722722664607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/03/feb-26th-at-fringe-festival-dubai.html' title='Feb 26th - At The International Fringe Festival, Dubai Festival City'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SbefIXpVT2I/AAAAAAAAAc4/98tjsrcJ7o0/s72-c/DSCN1168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-2715582680212087547</id><published>2009-02-25T07:50:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:36:48.183+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Red Riding Hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='certificates'/><title type='text'>My Little Pink Riding Hoods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Little Pink Riding Hoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out to the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not much equipped with a hopeful basket of cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nor had they an overwhelming jar of jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Little Pink Riding Hoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out to the woods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started out humbly with almost nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the evil wolf notwithstanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they do come back with a little something... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in her Grade 1 CW class assembly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presented 'My Aunt Came Back' song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about countries in the world, if not wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with her classmates all along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306621239467218434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTn5s_8lgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2JknB9lI41U/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being the lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whom Ms Claire had carefully picked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt; stood up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and threw a question to open up&lt;br /&gt;"Who remembers the countries that we sang about?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which the audience responded with no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306621238179934866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTn5oNCMpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/V305i2YYEhk/s320/DSCN0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on two separate days, came back from the wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a basket full of these sweeeeeeeeeet cookies in her hood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306619634885842082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTmcTd71KI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cpx_RoHSgpg/s400/Certificates.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My other Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on another day came back from the wood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no basket of cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a jar of jolly sweeeeeeeeeet jelly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306621232407034114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTn5SsquQI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TTk57u_wLAw/s320/Certificates+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My other Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in her Grade 4 LF class assembly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was one of the three main characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in a skit on 'Heroes and Legends' though no actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306612686523276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTgH2zNHUI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Mpsc8F9yJ3w/s400/DSC09290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow (26th Feb)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the International Festival of Literature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my other Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be staging 'Little Red Riding Hood'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with seven other girls in the same wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One girl becomes the wolf and another girl plays the little red riding hood&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my other Little Pink Riding Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the rest five who Ms Lee considers good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be reciting the poem 'Little Red Riding Hood'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306611502834522770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTfC9N0GpI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qANbWf_djG4/s200/Certificates+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;So, come over tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with no gloom or sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to this International Fringe Festival thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that will be held at Dubai Festival City. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our Little Pink Riding Hoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never forget to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you Allah whenever you pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306621244028648930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTn59_efeI/AAAAAAAAAco/ShHJmjXYNus/s320/DSC01224%5B3%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our Little Pink Riding Hoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;live happily ever after. Amiin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-domestic engineer in da house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dubai, UAE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th Feb '09 (5.21 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s- Atuk, Wan, Atuk Salih dan nenek selalu tanya camana Along dan Ain sekolah kat sini? Macam ni la...Along dan Ain suka sekolah kat sini. Kalau Ayah dan Ibu balik nanti, Along dan Ain nak terus sekolah kat sini, boleh tak? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-2715582680212087547?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/2715582680212087547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=2715582680212087547&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/2715582680212087547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/2715582680212087547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-little-pink-riding-hoods.html' title='My Little Pink Riding Hoods'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaTn5s_8lgI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2JknB9lI41U/s72-c/DSCN0926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8493741582922391435</id><published>2009-02-22T23:59:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:05:15.319+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apit in actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power rangers'/><title type='text'>Macam-macam Apit 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305847358901248594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIoD7PA4lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gDDaYzWX31U/s320/DSCN1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is Afiq. I'm four years old. Ayah dan Ibu kata Apit nak school bulan 9 nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIgs3yc0GI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ehSNhe4GK0Y/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305839266257752162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIgs3yc0GI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ehSNhe4GK0Y/s200/DSCN1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hari tu, Apit telefon Wan kat Rembau. Wan kata dah lama tak tengok gambar Apit. Ni ensem tak rambut pacak Apit, Wan? he he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIpimmwWZI/AAAAAAAAAao/GvQXnIOqRAs/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305848985451256210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIpimmwWZI/AAAAAAAAAao/GvQXnIOqRAs/s200/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apit suka main power rangers, Spiderman, Superman and Ben 10. Apit nak pakai face mask, Ayah Ibu tak nak belikan. Apit pakai la spenda power rangers Apit letak atas kepala, pastu pakai stokin kat tangan, baru bole main lawan-lawan. Best... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIgswwDKGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kbauasOkoKY/s1600-h/DSCN1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305839264368633954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIgswwDKGI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kbauasOkoKY/s200/DSCN1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apit sayang Ayah dan Ibu. Apit happy sebab hari ni Ayah tak pegi Iran, tak pegi Egypt. Kalau Ayah pegi Iran dengan pegi Egypt, Apit selalu letak selipar Apit kat dalam selipar Ayah. Apit selalu cakap Ayah ensem, Ayah pun selalu cakap Apit ensem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIeuoHKfkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MkDjb9OdGH0/s1600-h/DSCN1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305837097386147394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIeuoHKfkI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MkDjb9OdGH0/s200/DSCN1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIeuhVXrxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1glHbOxMP2w/s1600-h/DSCN1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305837095566683922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIeuhVXrxI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1glHbOxMP2w/s200/DSCN1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apit suka makan roti bakar dengan Nutella. Roti bakar tu 'shebet' (favourite) Apit. Kalau Ibu penat, Apit selalu minta Along atau Kakak buatkan roti bakar. Kadang-kadang Along marah Apit minta roti bakar sebab Along tengah buat homework. Lepas makan roti bakar dengan Nutella, Ibu cakap mulut dengan pipi Apit comot kena Nutella. Haa...tengok, mana ada comot, tak comot pun haa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaId_ZXhKyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hQnmWV01dWM/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305836285974358818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaId_ZXhKyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hQnmWV01dWM/s200/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaId_cDXsyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8pq4iRc0Lfs/s1600-h/DSCN1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305836286695158562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaId_cDXsyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/8pq4iRc0Lfs/s200/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu Apit tengah main 'pushka-pushka' (lawan-lawan power rangers), Apit terjatuh. Pipi Apit kena kat bucu kabinet TV. Apit nangis...tapi bukan sebab sakit. Apit boy, Apit strong. Apit nangis sebab Ibu marah Apit lari-lari kan dah jatuh...Ayah kat Iran masa tu. Ibu sapu minyak gamat kat pipi Apit, pastu Ibu tuam dengan towel. Malam tu masa Apit 'chit' ngan Ayah kat Iran Ibu send gambar pipi Apit tu kat Ayah. Ayah kata sian Apit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIh1fpDVOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7fGMoTNPd3o/s1600-h/DSCN1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305840513906332898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIh1fpDVOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7fGMoTNPd3o/s200/DSCN1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apit suka 'ninum' susu. Bangun pagi dengan sebelum tidur malam, Apit selalu minta Ibu buatkan susu. Kalau Ayah tak pegi Iran, tak pegi Egypt, Ayah yang buatkan susu Apit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIdE5XB0FI/AAAAAAAAAZI/vm7KNXh_8-k/s1600-h/DSCN1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305835280949956690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIdE5XB0FI/AAAAAAAAAZI/vm7KNXh_8-k/s200/DSCN1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIdEwIUMPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B91wy0_2u5E/s1600-h/DSCN1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305835278472327410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIdEwIUMPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B91wy0_2u5E/s200/DSCN1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lepas 'ninum' susu, Apit bawa kawan-kawan Apit masuk tido. Kawan-kawan Apit ada 5 - (dari kiri) Ohok-ohok (sebab penguin ni ada bunyi ohok-ohok bila Apit gerakkan tapi Apit kata 'tenuin'), Sotong, Bumble (bunny), Edi (the elephant with eyes open) dan Eli (the elephant with eyes closed yang pakai baju tu). Kawan-kawan Apit tu sume tido kat sebelah Apit malam-malam. Apit selalu cakap kat Ibu...susunkan kawan-kawan Apit. Kalau Ayah tak pegi Iran, tak pegi Egypt, Apit cakap Ayah susunkan kawan-kawan Apit. Pastu Apit selimutkan dia. Kadang-kadang Ayah Ibu buat-buat tido tak nak susunkan kawan-kawan Apit. Apit nangis Apit ngantuk nak susun sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok la Atuk, Wan, Atuk Salih dan Nenek, Apit nak tido dulu ni. Good nite...jumpa lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8493741582922391435?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8493741582922391435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8493741582922391435&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8493741582922391435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8493741582922391435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/macam-macam-apit-2.html' title='Macam-macam Apit 2'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaIoD7PA4lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gDDaYzWX31U/s72-c/DSCN1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8517516439147494738</id><published>2009-02-21T23:59:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:52:46.712+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makan-makan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirdiff Park'/><title type='text'>Fine Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started our Friday morning at Mirdiff Park. It has become a weekly activity for Malaysians in UAE to come here for recreations. Here, they come to play volleyball or tennis, and the kids would choose soccer. (Hubby's in that green and yellow T-shirt).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305615891745812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaFViw4tMSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hJU9GRHTXuA/s320/DSCN1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mothers can spend time jogging or simply accompanying their kids at the children playground. This was my first time coming here (and second time for hubby). We'd wanted to come here to join the activities long before this but just couldn't do so. Alhamdulillah, it did materialise today. Along, Ain and Apit were having fun at this playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305615897234145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaFVjFVOf0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/lkA8-xosK_4/s320/DSCN1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not to forget, there's also another interesting activity going on here among Malaysians every Friday. Don't be surprised if you find the selling of &lt;em&gt;nasi lemak, nasi kerabu, nasi goreng kampung, mee goreng &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; karipap&lt;/em&gt; here he he...So, we had a delicious brunch of nasi kerabu and karipap that day, the homemade recipe from one &lt;em&gt;cek mek molek Kelate&lt;/em&gt; Mas, delicious of course...&lt;em&gt;Along tak cukup satu nasi kerabu...sedaap giler Along kata he he.&lt;/em&gt; Since the &lt;em&gt;nasi kerabu sedap giler&lt;/em&gt;, it finished before I could snap the picture of it. Next week probably will take photo of it (&lt;em&gt;Mas&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;buat lagi nasi kerabu, &lt;/em&gt;pleaseee&lt;em&gt;...) :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305615899490192258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaFVjNvHC4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5dNbpkWttFI/s320/DSCN1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sambil makan nasi kerabu sedap Mas tu dan bersembang-sembang, banyak pula kapal terbang yang dok melintas atas kepala. &lt;/em&gt;This park is near to Dubai International Airport. Managed to capture the pic of this Emirates latest edition of AirBus A380. I wish I can fly in this two-storey airplane (&lt;em&gt;err tapi kapal terbang 2 tingkat ni terbang ke Malaysia ke tak&lt;/em&gt;..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The same Friday evening, we attended a farewel &lt;em&gt;makan-makan &lt;/em&gt;event for a Malaysian who's coming back for good. The gathering was held at a Malaysian senior's house at At Twar 3 - can be said as a 'favourite' hang out place for any &lt;em&gt;makan-makan&lt;/em&gt; gathering here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305717689644781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaGyILnIjpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/K-RdRSV1i3Y/s320/Feb%2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While the mothers were busy in the kitchen, the men performed Maghrib prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaGzwBc5LxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/D3Ip9ZNe2M8/s1600-h/DSCN1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305719473623871250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaGzwBc5LxI/AAAAAAAAAY4/D3Ip9ZNe2M8/s200/DSCN1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaGzvqOfHHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ctXfTnEzHRE/s1600-h/DSCN1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305719467389426802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaGzvqOfHHI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ctXfTnEzHRE/s200/DSCN1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I brought bread pudding to complement much, much more delicious Malaysian delicacies served - &lt;em&gt;nasi ayam, nasi tomato&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;dalca&lt;/em&gt; gravy and &lt;em&gt;masak ayam merah&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;laksa asam&lt;/em&gt; and a few other desserts - all homemade ones. The &lt;em&gt;nasi ayam, nasi tomato &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; laksa asam &lt;/em&gt;can &lt;em&gt;jual&lt;/em&gt; one, I tell you...hi hi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The video session followed the eating session. We were full that night Alhamdulillah...but still we were packed with the leftover food. Thank you &lt;em&gt;daun keladi&lt;/em&gt;... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8517516439147494738?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8517516439147494738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8517516439147494738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8517516439147494738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8517516439147494738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/fine-fun-friday.html' title='Fine Fun Friday'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SaFViw4tMSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hJU9GRHTXuA/s72-c/DSCN1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8851814847540403621</id><published>2009-02-19T23:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:06:16.396+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibn Battuta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveller'/><title type='text'>When Ibn Battuta Came To Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did Ibn Battuta come to Dubai? No, he didn't. However, as a famous 14th century Arab (Moroccan) traveler and adventurer, he is very much remembered in Dubai. Thus, our visit to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibnbattutamall.com/aboutthemall.html"&gt;Ibn Battuta Mall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recently has not only answered some of my curiosity but most important of all, my kids - Along, Ain and Apit got to learn about this great Muslim explorer in an entertaining way.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301258607858295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHandfgJII/AAAAAAAAAX0/3nEAaaqHHxk/s320/DSC01224%5B3%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along, Ain and Apit were enjoying themselves at Ibn Battuta Mall - the only shopping mall where you can view historical icons, learn facts about Ibn Battuta the traveler, and combines  education and entertainment under one roof. By coming here, our kids could, in a way, learn that Ibn Battuta was a man of great vision and strong Islamic values. It is the first ever shopping complex inspired by an individual's life six centuries after he embarked on his renowned journey.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHfqAGYPPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6l2rdLEhJDg/s1600-h/Dubai+Mall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301264149066038514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHfqAGYPPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6l2rdLEhJDg/s320/Dubai+Mall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the world's largest themed shopping mall&lt;/span&gt;, it consists of six themed courts namely, Andalusia, Tunisia, Egypt, Persia, India and China – which are named after the six regions that Ibn Battuta explored.  Each region is reflected in the architecture and theme of the mall’s six courts. These courts strongly project the historical and cultural richness of this Arabian icon’s life which, in a way, is hoped to give an inspiration to all those who visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHcD9vCtFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sEJIJTP8jgM/s1600-h/DSC01227%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301260197061375058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHcD9vCtFI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sEJIJTP8jgM/s320/DSC01227%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We captured this at Egypt court. Magnificent, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanU5lx8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/1dfiDv9IX_E/s1600-h/DSC01216%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301258605551798210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanU5lx8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/1dfiDv9IX_E/s320/DSC01216%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Laa...ni sapa pula ambil gambar Ayah, Ibu dan Apit dari belakang ni...??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanLQTRjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/X-s1tOj3ZIg/s1600-h/DSC01225%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301258602962699826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanLQTRjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/X-s1tOj3ZIg/s320/DSC01225%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a large and long mall, we didn't manage to explore all the six courts at one round...tiring. We missed China and Andalusia courts which are located at both ends of the mall. We will surely make another visit here next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanBWslbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wBQIzGWy6kw/s1600-h/DSC01228%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301258600305169842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHanBWslbI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wBQIzGWy6kw/s320/DSC01228%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain was crying that we didn't allow her to be in that Sky Dubai. We did promise Along, Ain and Apit that the next time we come here, we will be flying in that yellow hot air balloon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that there is a shopping mall here where we do not only get the entertainment (for me window shopping, of course...) but also education. Thus, one of the the mall's targets to provide edutainment seems to be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8851814847540403621?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8851814847540403621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8851814847540403621&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8851814847540403621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8851814847540403621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-ibn-battuta-came-to-dubai.html' title='When Ibn Battuta Came To Dubai'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZHandfgJII/AAAAAAAAAX0/3nEAaaqHHxk/s72-c/DSC01224%5B3%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-3035765865592114014</id><published>2009-02-09T23:33:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:46:01.050+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revealing'/><title type='text'>10 Revealing Facts About Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZCWyfd0JQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qlXV9MVZegY/s1600-h/cute%27s_blogger_award_yani%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300902555599250690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZCWyfd0JQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qlXV9MVZegY/s320/cute%27s_blogger_award_yani%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not the award that matters, it's the thought that counts. Thanks so much Eiyda, I really appreciate this. Yup, it has long been overdue but the things I have to answer here are still and will always be relevant...as they are all about me and no one but me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rules to receiving this award are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Copy the badge above and paste it in your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Tell about the person who has given you this award. In my case, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://eiydaziz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eiyda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the sweet lovely lady whose Laksam Kelate yummmm...you can never resist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. As this award will never be given for free, you will have to state 10 hobbies/facts about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. You have to choose 10 other blogger friends to be the next recipients for this award and name them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Visit the next recipients' blogs and tell them that they have been tagged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this case, this tag has long been overdue therefore, I don't intend to pass it to my other blogger friends. I'm afraid it stops here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVuR2bto62g/SWkgeHjGwyI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zHgcdxU5clo/s1600-h/cute%27s_blogger_award+yani.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So now I'm disclosing myself in these 10 facts about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;1). I'm the sixth out of eight siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2). Was born in Malacca, my &lt;em&gt;kampung &lt;/em&gt;is Kuala Sg Baru, Malacca, grew up and parents' house in Port Dickson, N.S. Never have a Kelantanese blood but on several occasions, people have somehow mistaken me as a Kelantanese at first sight...Pasir Mas to be specific! (still wondering why...???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;3). Wear a wrist watch on my right wrist. My other half also wears a watch on his right wrist...what a coincidence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4). Dislike perfume. The smell can cause me a headache. Luckily, my other half can't stand perfume too! I would choose baby cologne for it has a soft and sweet smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5). Love reading novels both in English and BM. For BM novels, I would choose the female authors however, for English novels, the male authors will always be my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;6). Cannot live without &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt;. By 10.00 am, if I still haven't got &lt;em&gt;teh tarik&lt;/em&gt;, I tend to get a headache he he...It started as just a joke amongst my colleagues but has somehow turned out to be a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7). Am always impressed with bilinguists - individuals who are EQUALLY proficient in both English and BM and can do code switching very smoothly. &lt;em&gt;Paling bengang dengan orang Melayu yang tak 'gheti' cakap Melayu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;8). My main weakness - procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;9). Choose to be quiet when angry or upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;10). May sometimes appear to be a reserved person when in a small group conversation. I'm more an observer than a talker. However, I will turn out to be a 'somewhat different person' when talking in front of an audience. I like public speaking. Always took parts in competitions that have something to do with public speaking when I was in a primary school as well as in a secondary school. &lt;em&gt;(Tapi tak la terrer mana pun&lt;/em&gt;. Achievement&lt;em&gt; paling tinggi pun setakat tempat ke 3 peringkat negeri je&lt;/em&gt;). At this age, no more public speaking competitions for me. At this age, I've always liked the honour of being the MC/emcee. By profession, English has always been my medium but being the MC, so far it has always been in BM (and &lt;em&gt;pantun &lt;/em&gt;has always been my trademark). Seems like now in Dubai I have to '&lt;em&gt;bersara sekejap&lt;/em&gt;' from this thing that I so enjoy doing. I really like it when I can charm an audience with my words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s - Eiyda, sorry for not being able to do the other tag as it is about new year, and I feel it's too late for me already.&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/1547382196808887960-3035765865592114014?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/3035765865592114014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=3035765865592114014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3035765865592114014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/3035765865592114014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-revealing-facts-about-me.html' title='10 Revealing Facts About Me...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SZCWyfd0JQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qlXV9MVZegY/s72-c/cute%27s_blogger_award_yani%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-7995929624761391225</id><published>2009-02-04T18:33:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:47:07.977+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventureland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sahara Centre'/><title type='text'>My Guts Brought Me Here...Sahara Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite keeping my fingers crossed praying for a speedy recovery of my father, I am aware that our life here has to go on. I cannot just stay at home worrying myself away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With that in mind, the kids and I made our presence at Sumaiyyah's birthday party held at Adventureland, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saharacentre.com/mallprofile.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sahara Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last Thursday night. I was bound to turn down the invitation due to my usual reasons. However, Sumaiyyah's mom is a person who does not take "my husband is not around or we have no transportation" as reasons not to give her sincerest invitation to us to join in the fun. Her insistence had made me change my preconception of not going anywhere whenever hubby was not around. Probably it's not too much to say that her sincerest invitation had melted my heart. Furthermore, Sahara Center is a shopping mall and it's easy to get a taxi to and from any shopping malls as compared to other places. That made me confident to go there with my kids especially when hubby had given me a green light through sms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298957755535916226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmuAOqE_MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jtA1Modrc7U/s320/2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never been to Sahara Centre before. When I googled Sahara Centre, this pic appeared. Its appealing ambience seems to be welcoming. Moreover, it is a shopping mall and it is Dubai Shopping Festival (DSF) now!!! ha ha ha...At last, I succumbed to the temptations to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx0_SIiTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TPhMVRyVEro/s1600-h/1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298961960476903730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx0_SIiTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/TPhMVRyVEro/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started operating 7 years ago, who would have believed that it was once standing in the middle of a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298959679195844098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmvwM2WDgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7cMYd1w9-WE/s320/DSCN1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Adventureland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like an indoor Genting Highlands with many thrilling rides and games that children surely can't resist and parents will surely have a hole in their pockets. Most interestingly, it is &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the largest indoor family entertainment centres&lt;/span&gt; not only in UAE but also &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the Middle East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before heading to this Adventureland, the kids and I looked for a prayer room for our Maghrib prayer because we left the house after Asar around 4.45pm. It took us 45 minutes before we managed to get a taxi because it was peak hour and almost all taxi drivers tried to avoid to go to Sharjah area at that hour due to the heavy traffic jam. Luckily, there was a good samaritan still willing to take us there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298961953538533762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx0lb5aYI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RUnCOjzKTvo/s320/DSCN1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sumaiyyah with her sweet mommy, Shiela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After performing Maghrib prayer, we saw a large Toys 'R' Us on the way to the Adventureland. It was just nice as we hadn't bought any birthday present yet for Sumaiyyah. I really didn't know that there's a Toys 'R' Us in UAE. I met a few other friends who were also looking for presents. Then, we headed straight to the room where Sumaiyyah's birthday party was held. This two-year-old cute little Sumaiyyah seemed not to be aware of what was going on around her although it was her party he he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298959685862514738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmvwlrzYDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WCtYjWYvXzg/s320/DSCN1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along and Ain were enjoying themselves with other friends in the games carried out even though they looked a bit too shy as they were not used to attending such a birthday party. There were more than 20 children altogether - boys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298959680710847234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmvwSfjKwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Si-wqdnuAE4/s320/DSCN1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apit and little Sumaiyyah. They are just friends, no gossiping ok...he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298979910405157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYnCJz-hc7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pf3C8f8JqkE/s320/SaharaCenter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anak sapakah yang chumel ini...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the games and and eating session, the children were released to the castle playground in the adjoining room. Along, Ain and Apit were really making the most of it as their requests to be playing in the castle playground at Berjaya Times Square have always fallen on our deaf ears. I was really happy to see them happy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299038997478568738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYn35Iem8yI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bCSF5fmlFkY/s320/DSCN1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before the party ended, each children was given a voucher and an Adventurecard each. A voucher is for one free ride and the card values 20 dhs which can be used at anytime and reloaded once finished. Woww...thank you soooo much Sumaiyyah, Auntie Shiela and Uncle Ma'ju for giving us all those...Along, Ain and Apit said happily. Since we had to leave early to catch a taxi, I told Along, Ain and Apit that the vouchers and cards could wait until their father came home from Egypt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, as promised that Saturday hubby drove us to Sahara Centre with a mission - to let Along, Ain and Apit use up all the vouchers and cards to enjoy the rides, and also to let Ibu window shopping and/or shopping &lt;em&gt;(hari tu tak sempat kann kena balik awal he he...&lt;/em&gt;the 40%, 50% discounts&lt;em&gt; seolah memanggil-manggil...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298961958621995138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx04X44II/AAAAAAAAAWk/u_baJjuz7As/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this acrobatic show or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298959691316420754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmvw6AHYJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/BAEmAZ0utzg/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along had wanted so much to ride this Adventure Train and asked Ibu to accompany her since Ain didn't dare to and Apit was too small. At last, her father was on the train with her. (J&lt;em&gt;angan cakap orang, sebenarnya Ibu pun tak berani hi hi...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx0i-0TsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/icExsX-wKKU/s1600-h/DSCN1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298961952879693506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmx0i-0TsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/icExsX-wKKU/s320/DSCN1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain and Apit wanted to have a ride on this Barnstormer. It looked okay and not frightening, so all the five of us enjoyed it. Real fun...should try it again next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298979906335617762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYnCJk0RMuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CoLdArZyMLY/s320/DSCN1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Along asked permission to try this Tidal Wave and a roller coaster. &lt;em&gt;Hohoho&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;tada berani ooo...&lt;/em&gt;So, no Tidal Wave and no roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298979911989869922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYnCJ54WPWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OKjTZwgzsA4/s320/SaharaCenter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the fun rides, Along, Ain and Apit tried their hands at some of the games. Here, we don't have to slot in coins, instead just swipe the Adventurecard at the machines. Ayah also tried his shooting skills he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun at Sahara Centre. Ayah and Ibu were really happy to see Along, Ain and Apit overjoyed with the joyous experience there. (Ibu could be happier if could grab a pair or two pairs of blouse or shoes...too bad &lt;em&gt;tak sempat juga ish...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/1547382196808887960-7995929624761391225?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/7995929624761391225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=7995929624761391225&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/7995929624761391225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/7995929624761391225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-guts-brought-me-heresahara-centre.html' title='My Guts Brought Me Here...Sahara Centre'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SYmuAOqE_MI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jtA1Modrc7U/s72-c/2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-301547515872519516</id><published>2009-02-03T22:25:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:00:15.180+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot ulceration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>My father, without a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan 28&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My father was transferred to Hospital Tuanku Jaafar, Seremban in an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan 29&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - He had to undergo a surgery for a diabetic foot ulceration or sepsis that he's been suffering from for the past few weeks (or months). It was a minor one though as the doctor just wanted to remove the pus produced on the infected part on his right toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan 30&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - He looked more cheerful than he was for the past few days although still dehydrated. If anything went well, he could be discharged tomorrow. I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan 31&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - He texted to say thanks to Along, Ain and Apit for 'writing' the long warkah for him. Apparently, their Mak Ngah had printed it and passed it over to him to read in the ward. Couldn't imagine how he must've felt when reading it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feb 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - No sign he would be discharged today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feb 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My eldest brother texted me telling that father would have to undergo a second surgery. It seemed that the first one wasn't enough for father's present conditon. But this time, I was told that he didn't sound as worried as he was before the first surgery. Probably, he was mentally prepared now. - Angah texted saying father looked healthy after the surgery and had the appetite to eat. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Feb 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I texted my father asking his condition today and when he would be discharged from the hospital. He said he didn't know yet, probably tomorrow...Really hope so. He sounded so optimistic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing’s for certain, my father will be leaving the hospital without a toe on his right foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-301547515872519516?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/301547515872519516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=301547515872519516&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/301547515872519516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/301547515872519516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-father-without.html' title='My father, without a...'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-5280710416738947113</id><published>2009-01-28T08:58:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:15:32.274+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>Warkah buat Atuk (kat wad Hosp Sban)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Assalamualaikum Atuk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Harap Atuk dan Nenek sihat walaupun Along, Ain n Apit tau Atuk tak berapa sihat sekarang ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kat Malaysia sekarang ni tengah cuti sekolah&lt;/em&gt; Chinese New Year &lt;em&gt;kan? Kalau kat Malaysia, &lt;/em&gt;time&lt;em&gt; cuti panjang macam ni mesti Ayah dan Ibu bawa kita pegi cuti-cuti Malaysia...ke Penang, Kelantan n Terengganu, Cameron Highlands, Bukit Merah, Kuantan rumah Pak Lang, Melaka dan mana-mana la tempat menarik kat Malaysia. Tak pun, Ayah Ibu bawa Along, Ain dan Apit balik kampung je...Port Dickson atau pun Rembau. Kita seronok balik kampung. Kalau balik PD, mesti Atuk dan Nenek bawa kita breakfast roti canai kat tempat &lt;/em&gt;favourite &lt;em&gt;Atuk Nenek - kedai Motai. Dah jadi tempat makan &lt;/em&gt;favourite&lt;em&gt; (Apit kata 'shebet')Along, Ain, Apit dan Ayah Ibu gak. Roti canai dia &lt;/em&gt;best&lt;em&gt; giler...sedap dan garing, Along mesti tak cukup satu hi hi. Kedai dia kat tepi pantai, best dapat tengok laut dan angin tiup kuat. Lepas makan roti canai Motai, kita selalu jalan-jalan kat tepi pantai tu, kadang-kadang mandi laut terus. &lt;/em&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu kata Atuk dimasukkan ke wad hospital PD dari hari Ahad lagi, sebab kencing manis. Orang putih kata &lt;/em&gt;diabetes&lt;em&gt;. Kesian Atuk. Kaki Atuk yang sakit hari tu makin teruk...ada nanah, darah dan berair. Ibu suruh kita doa supaya Atuk cepat sembuh. Along, Ain dan Apit serta Ayah Ibu selalu doakan untuk Atuk. Atuk tak kasi bagi tau kita kat Dubai dan Pakcik Amam n &lt;/em&gt;family&lt;em&gt; kat Holland sebab takut kita risau. Tapi Mak Ngah selalu &lt;/em&gt;update&lt;em&gt;kan tentang perkembangan kesihatan Atuk kat Ibu thru sms, Atuk dan Nenek tak tau. Mak Ngah kata 2 hari lepas Atuk nampak dah segar balik lepas Doktor cuci kaki Atuk. Makan minum pun terkawal. Paras gula Atuk pun dah turun sebab Doktor dah suntik insulin 3 kali sehari. Ain tanya insulin tu apa? Insulin tu ubat la nak turunkan kadar gula dalam darah, eh betul ke? Nanti la Along &lt;/em&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; tentang insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam Mak Ngah sms bagi tau Atuk curi-curi makan kuih manis. Ooo Atuk &lt;/em&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ehh...Doktor tak kasi makan manis Atuk makan lak. So, gula dalam darah Atuk dah naik balik dari 7 ke 16, Mak Ngah cakap. Doktor kata Atuk bila-bila masa je akan di bawa ke hospital Seremban. Atuk dah mula risau, Nenek pun susah hati. Takpa la Tuk, kat hospital besar tu kan lagi ramai doktor pakar boleh ubatkan Atuk. Nanti Atuk lagi cepat sembuh insyaAllah, Atuk jangan risau ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subuh tadi, Mak Long pula sms kat Ibu kata Atuk akan dihantar ke Hospital Besar Seremban (Hospital Tuanku Jaafar) pagi ni. Mak Long suruh bagi&lt;/em&gt; moral support &lt;em&gt;kat Atuk sebab Atuk risau sangat-sangat. Ibu pun risau. Semalam Ibu ada sms Atuk tanya kabar, baru la Atuk cakap kaki Atuk dah teruk. Pagi ni Ibu nak call Atuk tapi tak jadi sebab Ibu takut nanti Ibu meleleh. Along, Ain n Apit tak pandai nak pujuk kalau Ibu nangis. Kalau Ayah ada, Ayah boleh pujuk Ibu tapi Ayah kat Egypt lak sekarang ni. Lepas 2 hari kat Iran, Ayah terus terbang ke Egypt. Ayah cuma sempat balik sekejap je semalam untuk makan tengahari dengan Ibu n Apit (Along dengan Ain kat sekolah masa tu) sebab flight Mahan Air yang Ayah naik dari Tehran tu &lt;/em&gt;transit&lt;em&gt; kat Dubai. Along, Ain n Apit kena faham, Ayah ada tugas. Nanti la Along, Ain n Apit cakap kat bos Jepun Ayah - Tanikawa tu jangan la bagi Ayah kerap sangat outstation. Kalau ada &lt;/em&gt;emergency&lt;em&gt; kan susah. Tapi Ibu selalu &lt;/em&gt;update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; tentang keadaan Atuk kat Ayah thru sms kalau siang, kalau malam YM macam biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la Atuk, dah panjang ni. Atuk jangan risau sangat ya. Kat hospital besar tu lagi ramai doktor pakar, insyaAllah Atuk akan cepat sembuh nanti. Tahun ni Ayah Ibu kata kita balik raya kat Malaysia. Eee kita rasa tak sabar...Bila kita balik kampung bulan 9 nanti, Along, Ain n Apit gembira kalau tengok Atuk sihat macam sebelum ni. Nanti kita makan roti canai kat kedai Motai lagi ya Tuk. Kirim salam kat Nenek, Nenek pun jangan susah hati sangat. Kita selalu doa Atuk Nenek sihat. Sampai jumpa lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam sayang dari cucu-cucu yang jauh di mata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along, Ain dan Apit&lt;br /&gt;Dubai, UAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-5280710416738947113?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/5280710416738947113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=5280710416738947113&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/5280710416738947113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/5280710416738947113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/01/warkah-buat-atuk-kat-wad-hosp-sban_28.html' title='Warkah buat Atuk (kat wad Hosp Sban)'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547382196808887960.post-8382814342836854831</id><published>2009-01-25T22:37:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:51:50.275+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Rainy Night In Dubai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been 'absent' for almost a week. There's so much to blog about but something happened that caused me to be in a tizzy. Hubby brought the camera to Tehran hoping to capture a pic or two of the beautiful snowing Tehran...the camera with all the many pics yet to be downloaded. What frustated me was that I had planned to blog about all the pics. Although hubby had emailed the pics to me the next day, I'd lost interest to blog...there and then&lt;em&gt;. Tergencat emosi sekejap he he...merajuk la lebih kurang...(Yang, I tak marah you ya, I cakap je). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, just to warm up &lt;em&gt;emosi yang dah tergencat sikit ni, &lt;/em&gt;just want to share a few pics depicting a rainy night in Dubai for our remembrance once we return to our homeland. It's nothing special if we're in Malaysia but it's something in Dubai as it is a desertland where rain is a very rare thing. It only falls during winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295310390853307666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SXy4vqY_DRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yswN34mdCzw/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels so good to actually drive in the rain in Dubai as we've never experienced it since coming here seven months ago. There was less traffic because it was around 6.00 pm, Maghrib time. We were on our way back from a friend's house at Dubai Marina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295311551866873234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SXy5zPgMJZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/0O_AWzK8-F0/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The famous Burj Al Arab looks so magnificent at night especially in the rain. However, this pic was taken by the not-professional-at-all photographer (...yours truly :-) ) from inside the moving car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SXy4WhIK5aI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Q4pdpC62pBU/s1600-h/DSC01260.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295309958870132130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SXy4WhIK5aI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Q4pdpC62pBU/s320/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These twin towers have really attracted us as they resemble our world-famous twin towers in KL. So stunningly beautiful at night though we have yet to find out what building this is. This pic was captured by Along. Seems like she's after her father who loves photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s - It's CNY tomorrow. I miss the free oranges given by students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547382196808887960-8382814342836854831?l=zielasalih.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/feeds/8382814342836854831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547382196808887960&amp;postID=8382814342836854831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8382814342836854831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547382196808887960/posts/default/8382814342836854831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zielasalih.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-rainy-weekend-in-dubai.html' title='What A Rainy Night In Dubai'/><author><name>domestic engineer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00640092260548124090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12375263327956902165'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTD8mFDEofE/SXy4vqY_DRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yswN34mdCzw/s72-c/DSC01267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>