<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:09:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3808964070340221277</id><published>2009-11-20T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:50:16.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Just to let you readers know, the owner is still up and alive. She's just a little, well a lot lazy to log in to her dashboard and update ;) Also, she's currently busy giving into her cravings to keep her mind off a few things because she's having the jitters with the thought of giving birth. Only 4 more months to go *gulps*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update. Hope you readers are well. Will keep you posted ;) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh... HAPPY BIRTHDAY ♥HOUDINI! With Love, HS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3808964070340221277?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3808964070340221277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3808964070340221277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/11/abandoned.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8294678021919669082</id><published>2009-09-28T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:02:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal</title><content type='html'>Back at work and in no mood to do work at all... Tudududu~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week of visiting family and friends, forgiving and forgetting, early sleep-ins, lots of water intake and a whole lot of news; both good and bad... Yup, that was how I spent the first week of Syawal. Not bad ey? Not hectic like how it was a few years back, this year we're taking it easy ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, mohon ampun dan maaf atas segala salah dan silap. Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir dan Barin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Indah minal aidil walfaizin, menyuci zahir dan batin. Bahagia rasa sama rasa, meriahnya dihari raya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, did I tell you guys that i'm pregnant? ...Oh yes, I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8294678021919669082?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8294678021919669082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8294678021919669082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/09/syawal.html' title='Syawal'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7789043520868542224</id><published>2009-08-31T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:38:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>I have completely abandoned my blog. My apologies. I have been spending less on the computer and more to resting in the comfort of my bed. I'm sure most of you now know the reason why. Thank you for the wishes. I too cannot wait ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, wishing you all a blessed Ramadhan. Enjoy the month, where we Muslims would seek forgiveness for past sins, pray for guidance and help in refraining from everyday evils, and try to purify ourselves through self-restraint and good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sps3CZh7vtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lyPDAAYD9Xw/s1600-h/ramadhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sps3CZh7vtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lyPDAAYD9Xw/s320/ramadhan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375951094549298898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7789043520868542224?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7789043520868542224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7789043520868542224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan.html' title='Ramadhan'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sps3CZh7vtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lyPDAAYD9Xw/s72-c/ramadhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1533786200819859448</id><published>2009-07-30T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:56:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥A</title><content type='html'>It would've been your 28th birthday today. &lt;br /&gt;I know you're up there smiling down on us. &lt;br /&gt;You're in a better place now. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Beloved One ♥.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;Terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1533786200819859448?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1533786200819859448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1533786200819859448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='♥A'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6904814454743500868</id><published>2009-07-23T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:31:48.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>Like he said, &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel REAL good.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make a DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make it RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself then MAKE THAT CHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm starting with ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully,&lt;br /&gt;I have made that change. &lt;br /&gt;My mind is now at ease. &lt;br /&gt;Things are flowing freely and smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;I can now scream at the top of my lungs...&lt;br /&gt;"Free at last, thank God Al-Mighty I'm free at last ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no message could have been any clearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-6904814454743500868?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6904814454743500868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6904814454743500868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/07/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1713716937269895804</id><published>2009-07-15T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:17:08.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envious</title><content type='html'>Dad's going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sl25M8fPUtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NxOG-l3Vqio/s1600-h/rome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sl25M8fPUtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NxOG-l3Vqio/s400/rome2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642763687482066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sl25MhIYwOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jOoaGWFq6Jo/s1600-h/rome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sl25MhIYwOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jOoaGWFq6Jo/s400/rome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358642756343873762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I told him "I hate you!" and he just laughed at me. Hehehehehehe. This whole week I've been planning on a trip to Italy, he comes in and tells me this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1713716937269895804?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1713716937269895804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1713716937269895804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/07/envious.html' title='Envious'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sl25M8fPUtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NxOG-l3Vqio/s72-c/rome2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-409952550729388409</id><published>2009-07-08T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:21:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥mj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SlSAyD30vqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zwebtqVp4qQ/s1600-h/mjcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SlSAyD30vqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zwebtqVp4qQ/s400/mjcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356047454371626658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the Memorial over and over but it still brings tears to my eyes. You may not understand why I keep choking every now and then, remembering him. You may not understand why I don't get your jokes about the man. You may not understand this at all but to me, it was his music that I grew up with, that I listened to with mixed feelings and there were some of his songs which reminded me of my childhood with my late brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Our Darkest Hour&lt;br /&gt;In My Deepest Despair&lt;br /&gt;Will You Still Care?&lt;br /&gt;Will You Be There?&lt;br /&gt;In My Trials&lt;br /&gt;And My Tripulations&lt;br /&gt;Through Our Doubts&lt;br /&gt;And Frustrations&lt;br /&gt;In My Violence&lt;br /&gt;In My Turbulence&lt;br /&gt;Through My Fear&lt;br /&gt;And My Confessions&lt;br /&gt;In My Anguish And My Pain&lt;br /&gt;Through My Joy And My Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Let You Part&lt;br /&gt;For You're Always In My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Michael. Thank you Michael. Thank you Michael.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-409952550729388409?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/409952550729388409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/409952550729388409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj.html' title='♥mj'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SlSAyD30vqI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zwebtqVp4qQ/s72-c/mjcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6898854587797309494</id><published>2009-06-27T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:27:03.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Mourning</title><content type='html'>I still think that it's all a dream. I'm talking about the death of Michael Jackson. Yes, I may not be a close acquaintance or may have met him personally but it is through his songs that I found a liking to the music industry. It was his songs that I grew up with. It was his concert that I got to attend to and had special memories then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I'm a bit sad about his death, I'm just being human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-6898854587797309494?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6898854587797309494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6898854587797309494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-in-mourning.html' title='Still in Mourning'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2030077102398974483</id><published>2009-06-26T15:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:38:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking!</title><content type='html'>Earlier this morning, on the way to work, I was actually planning in doing a few things for the PSI upcoming event and to initially blog about it. I normally log in to Facebook before doing my work. To my dismay, today I saw most of the status's were about the death of an idol. I seriously thought it was a joke but after watching the news at CNN.com, it was confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SkR2O38DtmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BF87DFk3j4M/s1600-h/mj+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SkR2O38DtmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BF87DFk3j4M/s400/mj+dead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351532255129089634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have put a halt on whatever I intended to do and rather update myself with the latest news. My prayers goes to his family and like his brother said "May Allah be with you Michael, always".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this post with an intro to one of my all time favourite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You Are Not Alone - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still all alone&lt;br /&gt;How could this be&lt;br /&gt;You're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;You never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Did you have to go&lt;br /&gt;And leave my world so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;May you rest in peace. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2030077102398974483?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2030077102398974483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2030077102398974483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/06/shocking.html' title='Shocking!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SkR2O38DtmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BF87DFk3j4M/s72-c/mj+dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-9045944646573242318</id><published>2009-06-18T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:59:45.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMAIGATS!</title><content type='html'>An update! Hehehhee. BillieRay's been complaining that the last time she visited my blog, she said &lt;em&gt;banyak habuk&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Kurang asam&lt;/em&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with this and that. No, not work related. After a few talks and two successful outings with the special kids and friends, I have decided to be a volunteer over at the Child Development Center and we sure have a lot of things lined up for them. I'm not the only one in this, my dearest supportive cousins too are involved in making it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first outing with the special kids ; Cruise around the capital. We had breakfast in the middle of nowhere. It was fun! These kids were simply amazing. One of `em sure knows his history very well. I was impressed. One too was quite funny, our entertainer for the day. Just seeing their smiling faces getting off the cruise ship was enough to make us happy. They didn't go empty handed too, there were bags full of goodies for them to bring home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th - 12th June&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Food glorious food. 10th - Seafood Nelayan Nite @ Rizqun to celebrate double H's birthday @ mine and Baby Hafiy's. It was good to see us altogether with the exception of Mummy who's still in Singapore with the grandfather. 12th - E's congratulary dinner at Ice Bar. Orange tea, &lt;em&gt;NYAMAN&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second outing with special friends ; Night at the Museum and free haircuts at I.A Salon. Seriously, the cinema at The Mall should be more "disable" friendly for these people. It was really hard for us to bring them in. Without the help, I don't know how it would be possible for us to make it happen. Had lunch over at MRSA, where we had a cake cutting for the two babies @ Baby G and Baby H ;p Food was good! We then headed to the salon where a few of `em were transformed into beauties. Even an old lady was proud with her haircut. A-mazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, we are planning to have more outings with them in the next following months. If you do feel like volunteering, please don't hesitate to give me a call. It would be greatly apreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload pictures when I'm THAT rajin ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a long overdue post. I'm off to check my cooked dinner. We've got lamb shanks in the oven. Suuuweeeeettt... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-9045944646573242318?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/9045944646573242318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/9045944646573242318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/06/homaigats.html' title='HOMAIGATS!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6009809994587754648</id><published>2009-06-11T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:55:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Safe</title><content type='html'>"Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar. Laa ilaaha il-lall-llaahu wadahu la shareeka lahu, lahul mulku wa lahul hamdu, wa huwa 'alaa qulli shay'in qadeer. Laa ilaaha il-lall-llaahu wahdahu, anjaza wa'dahu, wa nasara 'abdahu, wa hazamal ahzaaba wahdahu" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allaah is the Greatest, Allaah is the Greatest, Allaah is the Greatest. None has the right to be worshipped except Allaah alone, Who has no partner. To Him belongs the dominion, to Him belongs all praise, and He has power over everything. He fulfilled His promise, gave victory to His servant, and defeated the confederates alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a safe journey in performing your Umrahs. Come back home safely and hopefully a changed individual ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-6009809994587754648?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6009809994587754648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6009809994587754648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/06/be-safe.html' title='Be Safe'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1547082304059264557</id><published>2009-06-09T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:17:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNE BABIES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;May you all be blessed with love, wealth and lots of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1547082304059264557?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1547082304059264557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1547082304059264557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-babies.html' title='June Babies'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3427632778950161243</id><published>2009-05-27T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:29:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>... Is like a box of chocolates, it's full of surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bigsmiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3427632778950161243?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3427632778950161243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3427632778950161243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7644743412748939268</id><published>2009-05-22T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:59:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jangan kau bimbang sayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di mana ku berada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dengan siapa ku bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jangan bimbang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ku tetap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kau yang punya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7644743412748939268?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7644743412748939268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7644743412748939268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6576813652112824938</id><published>2009-05-21T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:35:14.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xylophone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning, before leaving for work, I had a sit down with the little one. I grabbed her Dora alphabet book which Uncle R bought for her and asked her to name me the pictures. When we reach X, she said "Mummy, this is a Xylophone" For a two year old kid, really? ;) I really think she needs to go to pre-school anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Practising for a tournament this weekend. Blergh~ I so don't like. &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/5863372625613862781-6576813652112824938?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6576813652112824938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6576813652112824938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/xylophone.html' title='Xylophone'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2103682189478292783</id><published>2009-05-12T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:47:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... for another outing with the cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Calling The Anuars i.e Yusri, BillieRay, Lajid, Baby G and not forgetting Faid, Deen and Zee. Sushi yea? I just texted Uncle Bahri and he gave a green light already. If not&lt;em&gt;, sendiri-sendiri&lt;/em&gt; ok what? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2103682189478292783?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2103682189478292783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2103682189478292783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7250327145884548664</id><published>2009-05-09T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:14:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... VOICE! It's all groggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sooo not feeling well =/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7250327145884548664?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7250327145884548664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7250327145884548664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-lost-my.html' title='I lost my...'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3555861694886623496</id><published>2009-05-03T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:15:07.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSI - BBQ Campfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started out as an imagination of having all the family under one roof and seeing that as impossible because we belong to a HUGE family, we decided to have regular outings with the cousins like how our parents are always in packs/groups having cups of coffee on a daily basis. And now, after a year or so, it's finally happening at a private beach in Jerudong this weekend ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday ; Out with the cousins at K-tok. Committees selected. The Mall with BillieRay, ZeeR and Yusri Anuar. Continued discussion over at Kayu. You're out! Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday ; Prize presentation for TelBru anniversary at Vanda, OGH. Half day. Met up with the committees for dinner at Shabu Shabu. Crazy idea by Uncle Bahri, cool though. Grocery shopped as a team. It was cute really. Gift wrapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saturday ; Hands on BJ16. I lykes! Grocery shopped again. To the beach for our BBQ night. Slow start but it gradually picked its pace up. Carved the leg of lamb. Hot stuff! Smores. Campfire song. Scared ourselves with a few "incidents" and "sights". Lets not get to it. I still cannot get the image out of my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not allowed to sleepover at the beach under strict orders by Dad but will make my way back to the beach early in the morning to set up a few things for the games. Hopefully it won't be too hot tomorrow. Some will be playing golf, some with football, a bit of volleyball and for the kids, we're letting them show their creative side with the sandcastle competition. It's all about having fun tomorrow at the beach. &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/5863372625613862781-3555861694886623496?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3555861694886623496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3555861694886623496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/05/psi.html' title='PSI - BBQ Campfire'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6514836342240275178</id><published>2009-04-29T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:10:28.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SfgJzCEVMoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1R4qENoumCI/s1600-h/IMG_0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330020931325997698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SfgJzCEVMoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1R4qENoumCI/s400/IMG_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hafiy Bo Bafiy Banana Fana Fo Fafiy Fee Fi Mo Mafiy, HAFIY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunty Hainnah misses you and your chubby cheeks.&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/5863372625613862781-6514836342240275178?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6514836342240275178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6514836342240275178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/chubby-cheeks.html' title='Chubby cheeks'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SfgJzCEVMoI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1R4qENoumCI/s72-c/IMG_0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5400983718299380746</id><published>2009-04-28T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:22:08.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been putting my updates on a hold as I've been busy with this and that. My apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently not well. Stomach's a bit upset. I knew I shouldn't have gone for that cup of coffee. I'm lactose intolerant btw but I needed something to keep me awake. Not a good idea now is it? *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Work's been busy. Endless meetings. Demos and courses to attend. More to come in the next following week. Things at home are great. Been spending much quality time with the family, we also went on a shopping spree over the weekend. I treated myself for not splurging for many months which was nice really. Just what I needed ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now, I need to rest. My body's aching all over and I'm not in the best of moods. &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/5863372625613862781-5400983718299380746?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5400983718299380746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5400983718299380746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5448866924664309446</id><published>2009-04-18T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:52:40.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naafi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥Husband and I made a pitstop over at the Brunei Garrison while we were in KB yesterday. I bought myself a basket full of goodies. Hehehe. Unlike the local grocery stores, Naafi has all kinds of goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; lykes~.&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/5863372625613862781-5448866924664309446?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5448866924664309446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5448866924664309446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/naafi.html' title='Naafi'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-637147018475566617</id><published>2009-04-14T09:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:56:40.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, I told you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told you someday you'd come crawlin' back and askin' me to take you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you had to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;Now I've found somebody new and&lt;/del&gt; &lt;em&gt;you will never break my heart in two again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-637147018475566617?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/637147018475566617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/637147018475566617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8210130202761274788</id><published>2009-04-13T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:05:29.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over the weekend, I went hopping from one district to another. It was tiring. Here's a quick recap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Friday ; Afternoon off. &lt;em&gt;Tahlil&lt;/em&gt; at home. Red velvets from G *bigsmiles*. Crammed ourselves in a blue van and off to The Mall we went. A night full of laughters. Candle in the dark with the full moon beaming down *winx*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saturday ; Woke up early to drive down to KB town. Ms. SSKM's "Aaaa Aaaa Aaaa Aaaa" ;p Off to Temburong for Aboy's sister's wedding. Tiny rest house. Scary thunders. Food lots of food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sunday ; Wedding day. Cute giveaway bags for the kids. Fussy Hana Banana. Drove back home. Loooonnngg que! SupaSave to get some sweets for tea-time. Bed early. Dead tired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Monday ; Day off from work~ Slept in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's pretty much it. Don't want to go into gory details about it. Hehehe. Too tired. My body's aching all over. I need a massage. A quick run to the spa would really do me good. Gonna go back to do a little more browsing. I'm thinking of getting a new phone. E75 looks nice ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku selalu cinta~&lt;/em&gt; ♥LB *mwahs*&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/5863372625613862781-8210130202761274788?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8210130202761274788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8210130202761274788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/recaps.html' title='Recaps'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8582457881973830590</id><published>2009-04-07T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:22:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking the afternoon off from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rest&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be on the lookout for the E-Speedster van people. I won't be joining the crew tonight as my grandmother is celebrating her birthday tonight. No idea on what to wear. Thought of getting something new but I'm just too lazy to go out. Maybe later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Off to spend some time with the little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8582457881973830590?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8582457881973830590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8582457881973830590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep Deprived!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3863071219434097601</id><published>2009-04-05T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:38:54.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby it's cold outside~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night was our kick-off for the &lt;a href="http://telbru.com.bn/trilogy"&gt;E-Speedster&lt;/a&gt; van which was held at The Mall. Listeners of Pelangi and Pilihan were told to come down to The Mall to get free goodies from us. It started a bit slow and we even had a few disagreements but after resolving them and putting everything aside, we managed to do things right. I had fun nonetheless. It was really spontaneous; no scripts, no acts, no nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, the plan was to go and watch ♥Sayang's bowling tournament but then due to last minute changes, I had to go along with the rest of the crew as some of them had other commitments. I'm thankful that I have a few people in my team that I know I could count on *big smiles* We started off in Pantai Seri Kenangan. Found it quite dull and boring, we didn't stay long. Went to a few shops to get dearest Ms. SSKM &lt;em&gt;acquainted&lt;/em&gt; with the world of cars and had our lunch there too. Next destination was Muara then to Serasa, the wait was agony. Hehehe. We just randomly picked a winner and went off to our final destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We saw a crowd cheering on as the van entered. The goodies were out within minutes. There was a little misunderstanding though but we kept our cool and just went with the flow. I hope Stu took nice pictures of me in action. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We ended our day, filling our tummies in Berry Wan Hot Pot. I just can't get enough of their wantans and spicy tomyam. &lt;em&gt;Nyum&lt;/em&gt;! Now, I'm in bed. Tired and knackered. I just want to curl in bed and sleep the night away. I think I'll just do that now. Good night luvlies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s: Stay tune to the local radios @ 91.4 &amp;amp; 95.9 and you can also &lt;strong&gt;stand a chance&lt;/strong&gt; to win one year free e-speed. Get yourself updated on our whereabouts and hope to see you there!&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/5863372625613862781-3863071219434097601?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3863071219434097601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3863071219434097601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4322593242380553454</id><published>2009-04-02T09:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:06:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know whether to label yesterday fun or what but it sure was a day full of pictures. We celebrated TelBru's 3rd Anniversary at work where we had a Customer Appreciation Day. I must say, the celebration was a bit... Quiet? Not as hyped as it was before. Even the events are like hush hush to the max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went over to my grandparents for LR's birthday BBQ. I didn't manage to catch up with BillieRay. She was with her other half anyway, I &lt;em&gt;malas kan kacau&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe. Our table was filled with laughters with Aunty Lambchop @ Laila being the joker. Also included in our table was Aunty What's My Name @ Zee.R and Aunty Siti @ Zilly, Hana Banana can never get their names right. She makes up everyone's name which I find it cute. LR happens to be Aunty Syok to her and sometimes Aunty Banana's cause Aunty Lambchop kept on singing Bananas in Pyjamas since LR was wearing a dress which looked like their outfit. All in all, it was tummy-filling and a "m&lt;em&gt;aaf ketawa ku jelek&lt;/em&gt;" night. Hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We also manage to discuss about our get-togethers and to get our main sponsor @ Uncle B for our free flow of drinks and all ;) Let's just see if it happens. The Anuars, Ed, Zee.R, &lt;strong&gt;make it happen&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4322593242380553454?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4322593242380553454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4322593242380553454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/04/fools-day.html' title='Fools Day'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4612222139737153638</id><published>2009-03-31T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:41:13.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Full of Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥Sayang just called to give good news. I don't want to keep my hopes high just yet but seriously deep down inside i'm jumping with joy. He just knows how to brighten my day. My sunshine after the rain, definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Busy month ahead at work. Do join us for our 3rd Anniversary. Goodies to be given away which includes a year OFF e-Speed rental. Stay tuned to the local radios for more information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4612222139737153638?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4612222139737153638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4612222139737153638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/bag-full-of-goodies.html' title='Bag Full of Goodies'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3296998511696642728</id><published>2009-03-30T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:55:05.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other night, on the way back home from the inlaws in Jerudong, the little one realised she left her shoes. She was really sad and was in the verge of crying. She looked down on her feet and went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Where's shoes &lt;em&gt;hah&lt;/em&gt; feet?"&lt;/span&gt; Cute! She's now building sentences. She speaks in English and sometimes in Malay which doesn't really make any sense. She loves singing too. You should listen to her sing Project Pop's Goyang Duyu but deep inside she's a big RnB fan. Seriously! I miss her now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby GingGong, Mummy and Daddy loves you deeply. &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/5863372625613862781-3296998511696642728?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3296998511696642728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3296998511696642728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4640838024805733251</id><published>2009-03-28T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:23:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my last post, I've been looking for things to bake in the kitchen. Last night, I managed to make vanilla cupcakes with lemon frosting. &lt;em&gt;Nyum!&lt;/em&gt; Moon made cookies which she had a few wrapped in a box as a gift for Aboy. Such a romantic gesture ;) Again, my cousins, uncles and aunties were around. We served them our freshly made cookies and cupcakes over tea and coffee. The night was filled with gossips of all sorts. Hehehe. I have a few orders which needs to be done.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two days ago, I came home seeing ♥Sayang in the garage with a new scooter. I wanted to tell him off for getting another bike because he has three parked in the garage already. Before I could even utter a word, he quickly said "&lt;em&gt;Ane you punya ne, me belikan you&lt;/em&gt;." Hahaha. I didn't even know how to react. I went and had a go on it, it was FUN. Dad would kill me if he knew it was mine. Lalala~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm a bit excited about something. I can't quite reveal any details about it just yet. Its work related. I was over the moon when the boss called me in to his office and explained the whole fiasco *cross-fingers*. Let's just hope and pray it'll be given the green light. Also, one of the Project Managers also gave me an offer I cannot refuse. Only a matter of weeks. Weee~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;very random today. Have a nice weekend everyone. &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/5863372625613862781-4640838024805733251?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4640838024805733251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4640838024805733251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-right.html' title='Random right?'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1529977304379622934</id><published>2009-03-22T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:19:06.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Currently browsing through Lajid's Multiply. The pictures of Singapore looks... F-U-N! Sucks really. The last time I went with the whole entourage was during my Primary school years. More than a decade ago. Sigh. Those were the days huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oits you lots! &lt;em&gt;Bah&lt;/em&gt; when our outing ah? I'm sure you all can squeeze in time for us to hang out. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1529977304379622934?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1529977304379622934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1529977304379622934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1437512528569816849</id><published>2009-03-22T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:40:34.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As always, I normally cook during the weekends but yesterday I decided to give myself a rest and ordered takeouts instead. Boy, was dad disappointed. First thing he came home and saw all the takeouts laid out on the table, he was like "You didn't cook? &lt;em&gt;Beli barang saja&lt;/em&gt;? I could've just ordered too" Wooooops. My bad! I ran out of ideas on what to cook. &lt;em&gt;Exsen&lt;/em&gt; me *bigsmiles* Was too tired really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To make up for not cooking yesterday, I made carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting which my cousins and my aunties &lt;em&gt;ngapped &lt;/em&gt;within minutes. Didn't even managed to get a picture but it just shows that they were yummy! Hehehehe. Mum complained on how I have not baked anything for quite sometime now. I told her to get me a kitchen of my own and I'll be glad to do all the cooking. I have a thing for kitchens you know and I'm not the only who feels the same way about `em. My cousin Zee.R too loves kitchens. Her dream home is to have a huge kitchen with a only a tiny living room. She doesn't mind just as long as she has room for her kitchenware. Crazy huh but it would be nice ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, Ka Pidz was telling me how she transformed her small dining room into her very own kitchen. We got all excited sharing ideas on what to do with the new kitchen. I so envy her now. Hehehe. Maybe I should start persuading Dad to give me up one of the quarters downstairs to turn into my very own kitchen too. I don't want a huge kitchen just a nice kitchen with all the state-of-the-art kitchenware, an island for me to work on and a walk-in cabinet to put in all the spices and all the ingredients to make my life easy. A kitchen just like &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.nigella.com"&gt;Nigella&lt;/a&gt;'s or &lt;a href="http://www.chefmichaelsmith.ca/"&gt;Michael Smith&lt;/a&gt;'s (Chef at Home) would do me really good. Please oh please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right now, I'm browsing a few sites. No, not to look for kitchenware or all sorts. I'm looking for what cake to get for my brother's upcoming birthday. We're not sure on how to celebrate his birthday this year. It's either to eat out or have a home-cooked meal. Ka Pidz doesn't really want to miss out on cooking as she wants to join in on the fun too. So, I don't really know. We'll be discussing this over the next few days. For the meantime, let me just browse through a couple of sites to get an idea of what cake to get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See you soon.&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/5863372625613862781-1437512528569816849?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1437512528569816849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1437512528569816849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitchens.html' title='Kitchens'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7055447585479697333</id><published>2009-03-19T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:53:55.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/ScJU1yD_g1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/A-GysaOsd80/s1600-h/9780385342353.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314903793198924626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/ScJU1yD_g1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/A-GysaOsd80/s320/9780385342353.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have always been a big fan of chic lits. Out of all the chic lits I've read, I love Sophie Kinsella's the most. I was soo hyped when I saw the trailer for "Confessions of a Shopaholic" a few weeks ago and I went searching for the DVD but now, I think I prefer to wait for it to be in the Cinemas. I haven't played it yet. Hehehe. The last time I was so excited over a movie was when Sex and The City was out. I was lucky enough to catch it whilst in Singapore. The Cinemas there are awesome! Sigh. Now, I wish I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, anyone fancy watching a movie? My treat *winx*winx*&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/5863372625613862781-7055447585479697333?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7055447585479697333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7055447585479697333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/ScJU1yD_g1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/A-GysaOsd80/s72-c/9780385342353.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7787562646245942958</id><published>2009-03-19T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:50:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Operator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past few days have been sailing smoothly for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been spending time mostly with people I love and nothing else can top that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With work, currently on a tight schedule but things are picking up its pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I can sit back, relax and enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7787562646245942958?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7787562646245942958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7787562646245942958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/smooth-operator.html' title='Smooth Operator'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4038478272420990925</id><published>2009-03-17T10:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:12:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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:trebuchet ms;"&gt;//plays Babyface - Sorry for the Stupid Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I do stupid things to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I really don't mean it at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes a girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is gon' be a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She don't wanna deal with all the drama in your world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;God knows I don't mean to give it to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do.&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:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;♥Sayang, just like the song, I'm sorry for the stupid things I wish I didn't do but I do. I love you heaps. Thanks for always being there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4038478272420990925?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4038478272420990925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4038478272420990925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5815544879836069013</id><published>2009-03-15T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:53:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitely, a nice weekend spent with the little one and ♥Lobster. I got a chance to sleep all afternoon and then got on the Internet to surf for things to add to my wishlists ;) A lazy day indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently in bed surfing for bags. I've been complaining to ♥Lobster to get me a new bag and a purse.. Just because I needed one. I lost my purse and the bags that I have now are to be stored in the cupboard because they need to rest too you know ;p It's kinda hard to get nice bags around here and I normally get my bags from Charles &amp;amp; Keith. The other bags are normally gifts from either my Aunties or the mother-in-law. I'm brand picky at times. Labels comes as a concern too! Han's leaving for UK soon and will be back in a matter of days. Lets just hope he comes home with my bag in hand too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didn't get to see Hafiy-Bo-Bafiy today. They normally have their lunch here during the weekends but today, the Shamsuls were missing in action. Haven't texted Ka Pidz on why they didn't come. Hana misses her Abang Hafiy. She kept on calling out for her Abang Hafiy and her Alongs. Will give them a call soon or if I see Ka Pidz online, we'll probably get the lil kiddies on MSN with one another. The little one is currently watching Mickey Mouse clubhouse. Cute! Her Daddy bought her a Barbie 5-1 DVD collection but it didn't work and she ended up crying so, Mummy dearest had to come to the rescue by playing a few Barbie scenes on You Tube. Thank God for high-speed Internet connection (but they can be a &lt;em&gt;bytch&lt;/em&gt; at times ;p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh no! I just remembered. I have a few documentations that needs to be done by tomorrow. Aiyoyo! Here I am, helping out my sister, E and Myman with their assignments when I have a few things that needs to be done too. Huhuhu. Will be back for more posts, when I feel like it. See you next post.&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/5863372625613862781-5815544879836069013?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5815544879836069013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5815544879836069013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-405479434706950387</id><published>2009-03-14T21:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:18:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Reds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sbux2VhioZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L9_3k_ZKaMU/s1600-h/livman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313035732462510482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sbux2VhioZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L9_3k_ZKaMU/s320/livman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.bruneireds.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brunei Reds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently infront of the tele watching Battle of the Reds. Few minutes after Manchester's goal, Torres had the golden opportunity to score and the crowds just went bananas. I'm not hoping for any team to win but a draw would also do. Hehehe. If Liverpool wins, it would definitely be out of this world though ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to watching the game now.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;//Added: Zack, IN YOUR FACE MAN!!! Hehehehe. I told you man, I told you! Watching the last goal scored was just "out of sight, out of mind". Seeing my MSN and Facebook, most of my friends are over the moon right now with the win. Good game lads, good game ;) &lt;/span&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/5863372625613862781-405479434706950387?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/405479434706950387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/405479434706950387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/battle-of-reds.html' title='Battle of the Reds'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/Sbux2VhioZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/L9_3k_ZKaMU/s72-c/livman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5357686081755909536</id><published>2009-03-07T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:51:23.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to get to know myself better so, I took &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and got:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/strong&gt;: You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for&lt;/strong&gt;: You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;: You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love&lt;/strong&gt;: You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your views on education: &lt;/strong&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you&lt;/strong&gt;: You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success&lt;/strong&gt;: Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of&lt;/strong&gt;: You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self&lt;/strong&gt;: You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&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/5863372625613862781-5357686081755909536?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5357686081755909536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5357686081755909536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-tests.html' title='Personality Tests'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3438017706193995578</id><published>2009-03-06T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:52:08.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs &amp; Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! My name is Hainnah and I'm a gadget freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I seriously have an addiction to gadgets. Compared to having new shoes, bags, accessories and all the girly stuffs, I prefer having new gadgets the most. I think ♥Lobster is fedup with the constant need to change my phone ;) Hehehehe. I can't help it. He has his addictions, I have mine and as usual he says mine is overly priced. &lt;em&gt;Chia karang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been contemplating on what to get but right now I have my eyes set on this particular phone. I soo want it! I just texted ♥Lobster and still no reply. He's probably ignoring my message. Mean bum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh! And I'm proud to say that I have the nicest girlfriends in the world that I know I can lean on when I need a shoulder to cry on, pour my heart out to, would bytch slap me when I need a reality check. Best of all, they come in a bunch! My gossip girls. Where would I be without `em. Especially my SSKM. I love her to bits! &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/5863372625613862781-3438017706193995578?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3438017706193995578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3438017706193995578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/needs-wants.html' title='Needs &amp; Wants'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4698533619107926138</id><published>2009-03-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:52:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The little one's turning two tomorrow. I just realised that last year, Mum and E went to Singapore and came back on Hana's birthday eve. This year, it'll be the same `cept no E. Mum will be back with the rest of the troops tomorrow night. I heard some of them are already back and some on different flights tomorrow. Have a safe trip back home. Bring back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some goodies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick update, date for the birthday celebration have been moved forward to this Monday. Remember to bring your towel and an extra change of clothes ;) See you~&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/5863372625613862781-4698533619107926138?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4698533619107926138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4698533619107926138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-ones-turning-two-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2278335640704103000</id><published>2009-03-05T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:32:29.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Men not only love women with brains and beauty but women with super strength, men dig 'em, respect 'em, LOVE 'em and for all you know, MEN are secretly afraid with women who are mentally and spiritually strong..." -&lt;em&gt; Umi Linda.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Beauty and brains aren't always the essentials that attracts men most; being independent, being in control and being confident with herself is what makes a man wants to tell the rest of the world that she's the ONE." &lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;You know who you are :)&lt;/em&gt;&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/5863372625613862781-2278335640704103000?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2278335640704103000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2278335640704103000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3413670584390454637</id><published>2009-02-28T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:10:23.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rides</title><content type='html'>While we were at the Mall yesterday, there was an exhibition going on and they had the new Grand Vitara on show. The black one was just simply oh-so-nice! I just fell in love with it. With the rims and all but I don't want it to be too bling&lt;em&gt;-y&lt;/em&gt;.  that's just &lt;em&gt;eewww&lt;/em&gt; for me. Rugged is what I'm into. ♥Lobster kept going back and forth to the Vitara and I was silently hoping he'd do an upgrade to KayDee *fingers cross* ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning of getting another car but decisions in getting the Crossroad is still under consideration. E! told me that the car does look big from the outside but the inside is a bit cramped. So, it's now back to square one. I wanted to get my brother's C70 but ♥Lobster says it's &lt;em&gt;alang-alang&lt;/em&gt;. I kept my idea in getting the 350z silent as I'm sure he'll just blow the idea off. Hehehehehe ;) N already got the CX7 in MAROON. Hmph! Now, now... Let's not be selfish. The reason for the need of another car is for the little one. Her daddy just wanted to get one for her to be very comfortable in and with a bit more space. Why? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Sayang, if you're reading this (I'm sure you will) the Touareg would also do! Hehehehehe. &lt;em&gt;Nda bah. Eksen me. &lt;/em&gt;I love you. *mwahs* 350z ah *winx*winx* Thaaaaaaanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3413670584390454637?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3413670584390454637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3413670584390454637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/rides.html' title='Rides'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1497902596869874660</id><published>2009-02-28T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:44:58.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took my leave in lieu yesterday and it was refreshing! ♥Lobster too had his day off so, we brought out the little princess for breakfast with her Memet and Aboy and then off to the Mall for some games over at the arcade. The little one sure had fun ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The house seems quiet. ♥Lobster went off to Miri for his bike convoy with the rest of the &lt;em&gt;rempits&lt;/em&gt;. He'll be back later tho'. I'm not sure if Mum left for Singapore or not. I didn't manage to ask what time she was leaving =/. Dad's probably on his way back already or probably still there. I don't know. What's happening in Singapore? The grandparents and the whole lot are there having a vacation. Bores! I was planning out in going for the weekend but figured it'll be a waste. Two days there would be not enough for me ;p Uncle B did offer to buy me a ticket but I turned it down. Silly me! Maybe next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I'll have a stay-in today. I just feel like cooping up in my room. Oh! Oh! See my previous post? I like what I did for the invitation. Hehehe. Yes, this is what I normally do during my free time. And the scraps too, I think I've found a new addiction to it. Me likes~ I have a few more to make for the little one and I think I'll do that now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See you next post~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1497902596869874660?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1497902596869874660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1497902596869874660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4615037589111136732</id><published>2009-02-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:23:28.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutter By ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invitations have been sent out through FaceBook ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby G, don't forget... You're like my &lt;em&gt;official&lt;/em&gt; photographer for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307466511397968658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SaforAUoWxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IbRcO0X_JVI/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4615037589111136732?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4615037589111136732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4615037589111136732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/flutter-by.html' title='Flutter By ;)'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SaforAUoWxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IbRcO0X_JVI/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4025651496359469085</id><published>2009-02-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:05:07.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307444792874105650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafU60hB-zI/AAAAAAAAANU/lByXQovBBR8/s320/nina.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms. SSKM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafgfWx32tI/AAAAAAAAANk/sVq6aeSrX9g/s1600-h/katy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307457515174746834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafgfWx32tI/AAAAAAAAANk/sVq6aeSrX9g/s320/katy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have a picture of Neesha alone but this'll do ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307444794816026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafU67wBWII/AAAAAAAAANc/g1NRUhDUKoE/s320/mygirls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafU6tN1bvI/AAAAAAAAANM/EhDDhKDyZbs/s1600-h/katy.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday Luvlies~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All three celebrated their birthday this month and we celebrated it over sushi with the boys. It was a night full of laughter. Wish you girls all the best in everything you do. Love you lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hana Sofeeya's Mummy&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/5863372625613862781-4025651496359469085?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4025651496359469085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4025651496359469085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-girls.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SafU60hB-zI/AAAAAAAAANU/lByXQovBBR8/s72-c/nina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2856559092892374591</id><published>2009-02-26T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:04:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish Games</title><content type='html'>Enough is enough. &lt;br /&gt;Get over it. &lt;br /&gt;Sad case loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2856559092892374591?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2856559092892374591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2856559092892374591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/childish-games.html' title='Childish Games'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8342094416465304456</id><published>2009-02-25T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:47:29.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>Whew! What a long weekend. I didn't get to rest that much due to the National Day which I'd have to say was ecstatic! Hehehe. I scared myself silly walking into the stadium. I'm not good with large numbers of people ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, attended the Masquerade with ♥Sayang. I'd have to say it was a bit.... BORING? Hehehe. It was. Seriously. Besides the performances was old skool to the max. We went off early. The husband doesn't like functions, sitting around for too long is just a big no-no to him ;p I also managed to catch up with Phantabulous E! who now has sexy shoulders ;p And I have a new resolution which kept as laughing all throughout the meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the actual day, I woke up as early as 5 to enable myself to get a good parking spot. Hah! On my way, I figured I wasn't the only one who thought of the idea. Hehehehe. By 6, the roads leading to the stadium was already jam packed. The day was blazing hot! Got myself an unwanted tan. I am really gonna stay indoors from now on but I had fun nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm back at my desk with a lot of things to catch up with. Huhuhu. Bores! Gotta get myself going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8342094416465304456?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8342094416465304456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8342094416465304456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7878034126078628063</id><published>2009-02-22T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:39:45.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>The little one's birthday is in less than 2 weeks and I need to make preparations for it. For her numero uno, we had cupcakes as her theme and this year I'm thinking of having a &lt;em&gt;fafafly&lt;/em&gt; (butterfly) theme. Also, it'll only be a small get together for high-tea or dinner with the family. I'm keeping it simple this year ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7878034126078628063?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7878034126078628063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7878034126078628063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5385433750974778313</id><published>2009-02-19T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:14:08.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants</title><content type='html'>Feeling a bit sleepy and tired. Just finished watching Bee Movie on HBO and now American Idol's on. Saw the last scene earlier this evening and I like what I see. Danny's in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladida~ Hmmm... Had a talk with the beau today. Things have been rough for the past few days but slowly it's turning out alright. We're both making up for it ;) By that, it obviously means something new would be in my grasp within a matter of days. I can't wait! I love getting new things, don't you? He knows my weakness and he sure does know when and how to use it *bigsmiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mum's birthday. I didn't manage to get her a gift yet. I promised to get her the much wanted &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; phone she's been nagging me about. Hehehe. Everytime I ask her which phone she wants, she'd say she's not sure which one. The little brother, Adek got himself a new phone. Mum was saying how &lt;em&gt;belabih&lt;/em&gt; he was to choose the &lt;a href="http://www.qqestore.com/product_info.php?cPath=63_73&amp;products_id=13519"&gt;LG Cookie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Canggih&lt;/em&gt;! D gave Mum something from &lt;a href="http://lacenbits.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lace&amp;Bits&lt;/a&gt;. I tell you, the laces are NICE! You'll forgive her for pricing them a little bit over the top. Well not really that over. Whereas, E gave Mum a Dior bag which I'm hoping Mum would let me use once in a while. Huhuhu. She also got Mum a nice Ferragamo bag from her recent trip back to UK. I &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; green with envy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very random. Ending the post with a sneak preview of what yours truly is really wishing for. I want. I want. I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SZ1aA2eZsGI/AAAAAAAAANE/rSUFRvRoslA/s1600-h/Honda-crossroad-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SZ1aA2eZsGI/AAAAAAAAANE/rSUFRvRoslA/s320/Honda-crossroad-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304494906781839458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case you guys haven't notice, I'm now a big fan of SUVs. For now, we'll just have to wait. Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-5385433750974778313?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5385433750974778313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5385433750974778313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/wants.html' title='Wants'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SZ1aA2eZsGI/AAAAAAAAANE/rSUFRvRoslA/s72-c/Honda-crossroad-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1750276934275425310</id><published>2009-02-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:25:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said, She Said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's not right, not okay&lt;br /&gt;To say the words that you say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fine, I'm in pain&lt;br /&gt;It's harder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're better off this way? &lt;br /&gt;It's better that we break…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so he says...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is &amp; it just ain't like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bigsmiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//You know you mean the world to me. Always have and always will. &lt;br /&gt;Lotsa ♥.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1750276934275425310?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1750276934275425310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1750276934275425310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said, She Said.'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6899165585443179989</id><published>2009-02-17T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:08:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt!</title><content type='html'>My face is hurting. I'm starting to think that applying sunblock doesn't even work. Hehehe. Mind you, this is the first time ever I've stood under the hot sun for a number of days in a row. The skin tone is changing by day. I get a few teases every now and then but then again they said, it's not always I get to do this. True that! Soon as the event is over, I'm locking myself indoors. Just a few more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-6899165585443179989?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6899165585443179989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6899165585443179989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-116470484281209265</id><published>2009-02-16T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:34:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry?</title><content type='html'>Decided to not publish the last entry. Don't want to stoop down to her level. I'll let her say whatever she wants to say, do whatever she wants to do. I've had enough of the whole drama. I know I made a HUGE mistake and apologizing would not mean a thing to you but again, I'm not the type to not say I'm sorry. Whether you forgive me or not, I apologize once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-116470484281209265?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/116470484281209265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/116470484281209265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry?'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2593971630899954588</id><published>2009-02-12T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:59:18.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Tawwwwwiikk</title><content type='html'>Alone in the house with the little princess. The rest of the family went down to the grandparents place, decided to stay in... Just because. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little one is full of surprises. When I got back from work this afternoon, she was outside playing, running around and enjoying herself under the sun. Soon as she saw me, she went over to the car and said "Mummy, jalan. *a few baby gibberish* want shopping buy toys". So off we went to Gadong where we had our supper over at Thein Thein cause the husband was craving for his usuals. She amazed her daddy by ordering her own drink... "Daddy, I want teaa &lt;strong&gt;taawwwwwwwwik&lt;/strong&gt;". Cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of buying her toys, her daddy prefers buying her books. So off we went to Booker. She was all excited when we were outside the bookstore and again she amazed her daddy and myself too by telling us that she wants a &lt;strong&gt;stowwwwyy&lt;/strong&gt; book. Why is all this amazing? Because she now can make up words and knows what she wants. I guess watching Barney and a few educational toons definitely paid off *bigsmiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, off to entertain the little parrot now. Oh and btw, I'm getting darker by day. We're now rehearsing under the heat. I can't wait till it ends but it's all "lots of fun under the sun".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2593971630899954588?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2593971630899954588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2593971630899954588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/tea-tawwwwwiikk.html' title='Tea Tawwwwwiikk'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4776572794941644791</id><published>2009-02-11T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:54:23.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninety-One @ Empire</title><content type='html'>Just got back from celebrating the grandfather's 91st birthday. It was orite. Few shows, lucky draws (which I have to thank Baby G for huhu) and fireworks as the grand finale. I thought it was sweet of my grandparents to &lt;em&gt;suapkan&lt;/em&gt; each other the cakes. What was even sweeter, the grandfather kissing the grandmother's cheeks and I quietly thought to myself, I want that to happen when i'm old too. Hehehehe. Sweet, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired but I can't sleep. I need sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;, throw out your negativities and look at the brighter side of life. "When one door closes, another one opens". I'm sure things will go your way if you just hold on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ♥Sayang, Happy Anniversary! I know I can be demanding, moody, whiny, etc... You're still the one I want to spend my life with. Thanks for tolerating with my never-ending "mood swings". Love you with all my heart. *mwahs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4776572794941644791?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4776572794941644791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4776572794941644791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/ninety-one-empire.html' title='Ninety-One @ Empire'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3654534027189129733</id><published>2009-02-07T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:51:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>Currently typing away in the dark and feeling a bit lost. I wanted to blog about a few things but now that I'm on the entry page, my mind seems to be blank. Tsk. I'm just gonna be random here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling under the weather for the past few days. I can be all cheery and chattery but underneath the guise of smile, something's bothering me. When will it go away? I don't know. BUT instead of sulking and feeling sorry for myself, I've been keeping myself busy with this and that. It's helping me... A bit. I still feel pangs every now and then but... ??? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now...&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure, I guess it's really over. I'm finally getting better and now I'm picking up the pieces spending all of these &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt;, putting my heart back together. Cause the day I'd never get through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT OVER YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, on a lighter note. Lobster won third place in the badminton tournament which me and Ms.SSKM went to this morning. Others were there to watch the match but we went there to gossip. Nyahaha! Unfortunately, them RB boys didn't make it round to the finals. Better luck next time. My man at least got to be in the semis. Hehehe ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3654534027189129733?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3654534027189129733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3654534027189129733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7622163813655873913</id><published>2009-01-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:29:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends</title><content type='html'>I just got back from having sushi with someone who's capable of making me laugh everytime we're together. Outings with her are never boring and we can never keep our mouths shut. We would yak away like there's no tomorrow and laugh out loud like we're the only two people in the room. If I were a boy, I'd date her! Hehehehe. I don't know what I'd do without her. Earlier this afternoon, she also managed to brighten up my day by telling me what I needed to hear to make myself prancing and grinning from ear to ear. I really needed that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E! baby you know I love you. Just hang on baby. If everything was easy peasy lemon squeezy it wouldn't be exciting now would it? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads babes. You know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7622163813655873913?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7622163813655873913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7622163813655873913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/bestfriends.html' title='Bestfriends'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1622364527578754026</id><published>2009-01-27T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:20:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightly Coloured Fans and Poms Poms</title><content type='html'>That's what i'll be seeing the next few weeks. Made the decision to join the girls with the National Day activity as one of `em was bragging on how much fun it would be. Hehehe. &lt;strong&gt;Not!&lt;/strong&gt; We had a good laugh trying to do the moves. Some were okay but there were a few that was just way too... &lt;em&gt;Pening&lt;/em&gt;? Hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my high school years, I did go to one of these things but never made it to the actual event. Why? It was bloody too hot for me. I couldn't stand out in the sun for too long. I only went to three practices and called it quits. Hehehe. But this time, I'm sticking. Doing something for the country does feel a bit patriotic ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog seems to be abandoned by yours truly. I know. I've been avoiding the net for quite sometime now. I'm not always on my MSN now too. I need to get away for the e-world. Hehehe. So what i've been doing really is just watch episodes of Desperate Housewives' Season 5 that I managed to pull off from i0wa's harddrive and reading Daughters of Arabia by Jean Sasson. I've gone back to reading books. I'm letting my mind wander off a bit to get "inspirations". It's healthy to read every once in a while *bigsmiles* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit sleepy and its only 9. Maybe I should go to bed now. At least I updated the blog ;p See you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1622364527578754026?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1622364527578754026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1622364527578754026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/brightly-coloured-fans-and-poms-poms.html' title='Brightly Coloured Fans and Poms Poms'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8681483170288381124</id><published>2009-01-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:01:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benadryl</title><content type='html'>Still unwell.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;I have a Marketing and Accounting TEST tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I am sooo not ready. &lt;br /&gt;Off to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8681483170288381124?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8681483170288381124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8681483170288381124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/benadryl.html' title='Benadryl'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-610007648670261661</id><published>2009-01-15T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:47:46.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>I've had a sleepless night. I'm a bit groggy today and feeling tremenduously cold! I think I caught the virus off from the people we had a meeting with yesterday. Bummer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been alright. Things are starting to pick up its pace. We have projects blooming up here and there. With meetings around the clock, I hardly get to see my girlfriends anymore which is really a pain cause I'm just used to seeing them on a daily basis. It's a must to see them. My daily laughs with them is my only therapy to ease out ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't they do something about the airconditioners here? It's freaking cold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I have a craving for cupcakes. &lt;a href="http://sweettoothtreats.blogspot.com/"&gt;Her&lt;/a&gt; cupcakes to be exact. I ordered some for the husband during his birthday. It was just simply irresistable! Soon as we drove out of her gate, we opened the box and ate a few along the way. Hehehehe. They're tiny. They're cute. They're really, really FRESH! It's not even sweet. You know how some cupcakes tends to be all sweet due to the icing but hers was simply... PERFECTO! I'll order more and use E as an excuse. She did say she wanted cupcakes before she leaves for UK ;) Note to self: &lt;strong&gt;TEXT G!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's c..cc...ccc...ccoollddd!! I think i'm gonna walk around for a few minutes. It's just too cold and my bloody throat feels like it has a frog in it. I can't swallow properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-610007648670261661?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/610007648670261661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/610007648670261661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4970232818027757922</id><published>2009-01-10T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:24:10.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My L♥ve~</title><content type='html'>A big shoutout to the husband who's celebrating his birthday today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ♥Sayang! Love you with all my heart. Mwahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your present needs to wait yeah? Like you said, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tunggu&lt;/span&gt; shipment" =D Huhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, I'll only tell his present when it's all finalized and confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love from Hana Sofeeya's Mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4970232818027757922?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4970232818027757922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4970232818027757922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lve.html' title='My L♥ve~'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5456748835307541297</id><published>2009-01-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:08:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for THE ONE</title><content type='html'>A brand new year. Hope you readers had a blast celebrating the new year. I celebrated it with the husband's family where we had a small barbecue which ended earlier than expected. Played a few rounds of cards, watched Shutter which was playing on Astro and eventually fell asleep 10 minutes past midnight. Not a happening bunch of people now are we? Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little princess is learning new things everyday. She's starting to say more than words now which I think it's now time for her to start attending school. She'll be turning two this March. People say it's a bit early but I don't want to waste time. It's a bit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; sayang&lt;/span&gt; if I don't send her off to school cause she talks, she writes, she sings, she understands and now I need her to learn how to SHARE. Yup, the tough part really is learning how to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past two days, I've been calling up schools and asking them a whole lot of questions. The schools that are in my top 5 are:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jerudong International School&lt;/span&gt; - My old school~ I've always dreamed of sending my kids here. Hehehe. Currently it's full and the waiting list is just OMG. They only have openings for this August but I can try the toddler group which is every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;International School Brunei&lt;/span&gt; - They have the toddler group too which is held every Wednesday only. They play, run around and meet new friends. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jigsaw Playschool&lt;/span&gt; - Haven't called here yet but I've heard good reviews about it. They sing all the time. &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stella Nursery School&lt;/span&gt; - This is where I learned how to make friends. Hehehe. Again, an old school of mine. It's strict. It gives the right discipline for a child and teaches your child to differentiate between playtime and learning time. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DES school&lt;/span&gt; - So much good reviews about this school. My nephew and niece are attending this school and so far no complaints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my top 5 is a bit... Over the top but I want the best for my Hana Banana. Don't we all? ;) For now, I'm actually thinking of sending her to the toddler group in JIS and later when she's really ready for school, probably Stella would be the ideal place but then again it all depends on her daddy too. I may sound a bit &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ambong&lt;/span&gt; when I say this and I apologize for it but... Like I said, I want the best for my Hana Banana and striving for excellence is my kind of thing where English is a must. Why? Because it's the language that's understood by people all over the world (Well some parts but mostly...It's understandable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll wait and see. She'll start tomorrow maybe. I just hope she's ready. Please... Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-5456748835307541297?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5456748835307541297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5456748835307541297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2009/01/searching-for-one.html' title='Searching for THE ONE'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3747895838187092337</id><published>2008-12-31T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:49:15.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to 2008.</title><content type='html'>"Yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today is a gift, thats why they call it the present." - MASTER OOGWAY, Kungfu Panda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was filled with a mixture of this and that. Tears were shed and laughters were laughed. I need to leave the past behind and bring forward only the necessary ones. I don't have any resolutions as I don't normally stick to them, even small ones. Hehehe. Besides, we don't know what tomorrow will bring us. So, we can only just go with the flow~. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all;&lt;br /&gt;May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastro-enterologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your plumber and the I.R.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your hair, your teeth, your face-lift, your abs and your stocks not fall; and may your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May New Year's Eve find you seated around the table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends. May you find the food better, the environment quieter, the cost much cheaper, and the pleasure much more fulfilling than anything else you might ordinarily do that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your spouse, your child, your parent, your siblings; but not to your secretary, your nurse, your masseuse, your hairdresser or your tennis instructor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we live in a world at peace and with the awareness of God's love in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile, every lover's kiss, and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous beat of our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year. With Love, HS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3747895838187092337?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3747895838187092337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3747895838187092337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/saying-goodbye-to-2008.html' title='Saying Goodbye to 2008.'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4521486076845347652</id><published>2008-12-26T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:27:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>People would say things about him. Some may be good, some may be bad. You may not like what you hear but you have an option to either hear them out or ask them to just keep it to themselves. When you opt to hear them out, you can either believe them or just leave it be. Why be in a relationship if you cannot accept his flaws? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may not like him but what has that got to do with you and him? What matters most is you love him and he loves you. Yes, their opinions count but you can always talk it through with him. It'll be a challenge for you but the end result would be worth it. Trust me. Patience is definitely a virtue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships aren't as easy as your ABC's. You'll learn new things everyday. People say all you need in a relationship is TLC, honesty and so on.... What you also need is Patience. Your partner maybe a difficult person but just be patient with him. Sooner or later, lightning will strike him and he'll realize what a fool he's been to have treated you the way he had and come to his senses that you're the one he wants to be with and not some other bimbo. It may take a while for him to realize but like I said... Patience is a virtue ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through obstacles, rode on the rollercoaster of love one too many times and I'm still here... Singing out loud Shania Twain's - You're Still The One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Look how far we've come, my baby ~ I went the whole TEN yards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4521486076845347652?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4521486076845347652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4521486076845347652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4835382123144667145</id><published>2008-12-25T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:28:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>Feeling a bit better. When you're down in the dumps, shopping is always the best therapy ;p Went out with the in-laws to a place packed with a whole lot of people i.e. The Mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon's planning on getting engaged soon so, I played the big sister part in helping her with this and that. It was nice actually. I managed to get a few things on her list and also managed to make a few arrangements for her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pembuka mulut&lt;/span&gt; and all. We're all set, I think. Heheheh. Just waiting for the confirmation of dates. Other than that, we're all good. We also went out to get a few &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kains&lt;/span&gt;. I went on a craze. Huhuhu. I've been purchasing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kains&lt;/span&gt; on a daily basis. 0=) Dududu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the princess's daddy will be celebrating his birthday soon. In a matter of two weeks to be exact. So, I'm currently making plans for his big day. He says he only wants to have a small get together which really means, homecooked meals and a BBQ by the pool with strictly only a number of his bike friends and T3 buds. He's not the fancy type which is a HUGE relief but he normally wants me to cook his favourites. His wishlists are just way over the moon. He normally gets what he wants. He is after all spoilt by yours truly ;) He's now head over heels with his new bike. Pssft. An advance birthday present. He says I don't need to give him anything on the day itself but we all know that's a lie. Hehehe. Whatever makes him happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell my post is a bit... On a ligther side? Hehehe. I'm trying to deal with things now. Not going to let it get to me. It's seriously not healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More preparations to be done. Talk soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4835382123144667145?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4835382123144667145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4835382123144667145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4844711489308300273</id><published>2008-12-25T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T09:45:08.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapuh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"... ku ingin kau tahu betapa rapuhnya aku ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joeniar Arief - Rapuh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4844711489308300273?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4844711489308300273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4844711489308300273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/rapuh.html' title='Rapuh'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4736220591553672276</id><published>2008-12-24T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:42:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy</title><content type='html'>A totally gloomy day today. I'm putting my bytch mode on a hold. I seriously need to pull myself together and concentrate on a few things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are already in the holiday mood, going places, doing this and that... I seem to be cooped up with work, which is a bit frustrating. My E71's becoming very handy too. I'm sooo in love with the phone, it's my handy baby! My mailbox is currently overflowing with emails that needs to be attended. My phones too are always on the buzz. My sofa too is sometimes cluttered with work. Yes, I bring my work home with me now. Communicating with people in different time zones too is pretty much an @#&amp;$%!! which explains why I've been coming in to work late at times. I now know how my boss feels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being swarmed with work, I'm trying to deal with a few things. I need to get over it and move on. I'm not going to let it get to me cause I'm not a dweller. I don't dwell. But people are pushing me to my limits and it's just pissing the hell out of me.... Wait. Breathe. Relax. Say no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Say what you want to say. Do whatever you want to do. I'm not gonna tolerate your nonsense. Pretty much to me, you're just a sad case that's crying out loud for attention. Asking you to get a life would just be pointless as life itself has given up on a loser like Y-O-U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can click pause on my bytch mode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight readers and to all who's celebrating the festive season, Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Enjoy the holidays and long weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4736220591553672276?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4736220591553672276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4736220591553672276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/gloomy.html' title='Gloomy'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4906661440733363866</id><published>2008-12-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:49:53.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Mails</title><content type='html'>It's close to midnight. I can't sleep. I'm sitting here in the dark and listening to Astro's radio services. I'm not feeling too good right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to the office during lunch today, a few things were "bothering" me and I just had to let it out. I went to being a b-i-t-c-h in zero seconds. I was quite pissed. I still am. Why? I'm tired of all the childish games played by immatures. Back then, sending hate mails would be done through writing and now as the technology's advancing, the use of email and text messaging is the most ideal way and in order to make it sound serious, the use of harsh words would also be included. And not to forget threatens too. God please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Seriously, whatever you're doing right now... It's just a waste of your time! I'm not gonna bother with your never-ending acts. I'm not gonna do anything about it. I have far more better things to do than to deal with you. Didn't your momma ever told you that "What doesn't kill you would only make you stronger". Your foolish acts, your childish manners, it's all a joke to me. Stop embarrassing yourself. Grow up you stupid idiot! Kesian ku meliat kau stressing yourself out over nothing ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4906661440733363866?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4906661440733363866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4906661440733363866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/hate-mails.html' title='Hate Mails'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8681502581500196264</id><published>2008-12-16T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:16:36.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bendy Roads</title><content type='html'>Before answering Shorteyelashes's answer, let me just update you lot. Last weekend, my sister D, was involved in an accident. According to eyewitnesses, the car hit a tree causing it to literally fly and landed in the bushes nearby. If it wasn't for the tree... My sister could've gone straight into the waters. *shivers* It was a huge shock to all of us and we were all disappointed as we only found out about it the next morning. What matters most is that she's safe and sound. She's now in bedrest with a broken shoulder/collarbone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin LR, too was involved in a freak accident. A friend called her informing her about my sister's accident and she quickly rushed out in panic mode. I heard she bumped into a sliding door which broke into a million pieces leaving her with a huge gash over her lips and chest. She's now also resting at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, please pray for them to get well soon and also to give them the strength to go through this unbearable pain, especially for my sister. Also, please drive carefully especially when the roads are wet. Please do not add the numbers to the road accident's statistics. Please... Remember, you have loved ones waiting for you; be it at home or anywhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8681502581500196264?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8681502581500196264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8681502581500196264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/bendy-roads.html' title='Bendy Roads'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4535417931892102693</id><published>2008-12-13T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:58:06.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Added PM's post:&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the TV room with Mum, Adek and Hana Banana who's on Skype with E. I've been online since this afternoon, browsing through a few sites for things to buy cause E will be home soon~. I need her to get me a few things. Dududududu~ What I really want is a new phone =D Lobster says to wait. Ho-hum! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana's feeling a lot better. She's been feeling under the weather for quite some time now. Mum finally brought her to the Ustaz for traditional medication as the modern ones weren't much of a help. She's now eating, prancing around and singing away. Right now, I'm on the verge of losing my voice already... More medications? Ergh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go watch TV now. I've ran out of words to say. Nitey nites you lots. Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM's post:&lt;br /&gt;I just checked my mail and the amount of emails received were just *woah* Looks like I'm unable to take any leave as the boss will be away and I also have a ton of things that needs to be done with a tight deadline. Boo-hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, Dad's finally home. We're having our routine weekend lunch with the family. I'm gonna have to buy groceries as he wants to have a home-cooked meal. I have no idea what to cook yet. So, I'm gonna go browse through a few sites to get an idea of what to cook for the family. And btw, for your info... Yes, I know how to cook ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Off to shower now. Have a nice weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4535417931892102693?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4535417931892102693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4535417931892102693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3533871046643390372</id><published>2008-12-11T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:06:09.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you want the most for the time being?&lt;br /&gt;- To have and to hold.... I'll let you fill in the blanks ;) &lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;- Spending time with the little princess.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your 1 regret in life?&lt;br /&gt;- No regrets. You learn from your mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do if your bestfriend dates your beloved PTL even if she thought that you dont know? or know maybe?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm, be surprised and wish `em well. It is after all the best thing to do. What else can you do? &lt;br /&gt;5.Tell me something I don't know about your family background.&lt;br /&gt;- We all have skeletons in our closets.&lt;br /&gt;6. What would u do if today is the last day that you would live this current life of yours because tomorrow you are going to live a totally different life?&lt;br /&gt;- Live normally and be merry. &lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Run like mad. &lt;br /&gt;9. If you can get out of your current life circumstance, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe. Maybe not. It depends really. &lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;- Shy. Quiet. Loves purple. Ninz, this is like those are like the first few things that popped into my mind when I read the question. &lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;- Huhu. Let's not be demanding now shall we? TLC would do just fine for me ;) &lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favourite dessert(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmmm... I don't really have a favourite dessert. My craving's usually different from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;- Ambitions?? Lesse, to be queen of the world? Huhuhu. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;14. In what love situation you are in now?&lt;br /&gt;- Rollercoaster~ OF LOVE~~&lt;br /&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- Happy. Why be rich when you're not happy? &lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, where would you like to further your study with scholarships?&lt;br /&gt;- Typically UK but then going back to Australia would do me good too. &lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person/people that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;- My girlfriends. But the one in a million person would have to be my partner in crime, my confidante, my darling YSitz. &lt;br /&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;- Blessed with good health, surrounded with all my loved ones and being wealthy too. &lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you think is the coolest person, for now?&lt;br /&gt;- ATUL!!! Hehehe. I thought of her cause she just cracks me up every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;20. What do you think of this questions?&lt;br /&gt;- Something to fill in my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! You're it: Elle, Rena, Emma, ~N~, K26 and AmalPJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3533871046643390372?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3533871046643390372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3533871046643390372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7542328622908580796</id><published>2008-12-09T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:57:37.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick~</title><content type='html'>I'm having difficulties in swallowing. Head's all throbbing with pain. Coming down with a runny nose. Eyes are watery every now and then. Officially... SICK! I think I've caught the "bug" from my Hana Banana who's been sick for two weeks now. Her coughs are just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Kleenex, Benadryl and Actified are gonna be my new bestfriends for the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7542328622908580796?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7542328622908580796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7542328622908580796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-sick.html' title='So Sick~'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1697467671458755083</id><published>2008-12-06T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:04:30.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>Long weekend ahead. I'm not sure whether I'm up for the holidays. I have a few things that needs to be done for work, the boss will be back in the office this Tuesday and the office looks like it got hit by a tornado. Definitely an eye sore. I tried cleaning a few bits and pieces before leaving the office yesterday but still, the "debris" needs to be cleared ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been weird for me. Been going through a mixture of emotions but yesterday, I came to work feeling all breezy. I sorted a few matters that needed to be dealt with and felt the burden was off my shoulders. I was literally walking in air. I drove back home with a smile and was "dancing" to Pink's So What. A friend who passed by me called asking me why I was in a good mood. It was that obvious huh? Hehehe. Can't a girl be happy? *winx*winx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nights have been pretty much busy with people coming over to our house for Sembahyang Hajat. Dad's still away, performing his Haj *duuuhh* Hehehehe. He calls every now and then with his updates. I like it when the house is full of people. It's always filled with chitchats, laughters and the pitter patter of kids running around. It is after all good to be around people you love ;) Tonight, we're celebrating the December babies birthdays. Fun, fun, fun! Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shoutouts to the December celebrants:&lt;br /&gt;00.12 - I know Papa Buj's in December too, I just don't know the date. &lt;br /&gt;01.12 - Adek's&lt;br /&gt;06.12 - Babu Nan's &amp; Hazmi&lt;br /&gt;10.12 - Ka Pidah's &lt;br /&gt;12.12 - Joana's&lt;br /&gt;13.12 - A case of the Ex's&lt;br /&gt;24.12 - Syakira~ Syakira~ &lt;br /&gt;26.12 - Abster@Mama By's &gt; Sayangku, nda tah payah lagi me ke LeStadium ne? Hehehe. Ke Dunes me saja ah. Lanja me sana. Me mau yang nice-nice. The bag last night, consider it as a birthday present ;p Mwahs. Hana says, I lab buu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday you lots. Wishing you all the best. I'm gonna be classic here with the... Semoga panjang umur and murah rezeki ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1697467671458755083?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1697467671458755083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1697467671458755083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-617355454702451090</id><published>2008-12-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:55:59.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glue High</title><content type='html'>I think everyone's on a glue high today. Hehehe. The office down the hall is changing their carpets so the smell of glue is just suffocating me. It's making me dizzy... Haiyo! I hope they finish it by today. I can't go on another day having to suffocate myself. Hehehe. Dramatic, I know ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are busy moving their stuff around, they need to make space for our office. Hehehe. I'm sorry you lots. I've been trying to visualize the layout of the office but it's just not possible. I think the place is just too... Small? Classic? Ewww? Heheh. Something along the lines. They have modern furnishings but the whole place is just... A sorry sight. Anyways, back to the drawing board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-617355454702451090?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/617355454702451090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/617355454702451090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/glue-high.html' title='Glue High'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4602363627058466713</id><published>2008-12-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:17:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Updates</title><content type='html'>I was sent home from work yesterday as I wasn't feeling well and I looked like an overcooked lobster. All red and flushed. Why? Over the weekend, we spent the day at the beach having lots of fun under the sun with other members of the TelBru-ians. It was fun seeing people stressing themselves out and pushing themselves to the limits to do their challenges. A bit quiet but I had fun nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day off from work was definitely what I needed. I slept throughout the morning. Got up around midday, to get a few things ready as we were having a doa selamat for my Dad who went off last night with a few of my uncles to perform his Haj. We also went down to my Grans for another doa selamat for the uncles and also to celebrate a cousin's birthday. Lots of good food but I just wasn't hungry. Something's wrong with me =S Hehehe. It should be good, no? ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be all alone in the office. The boss will be away again for another offsite meeting leaving me with a few "assignments" to be done. I will alo be meeting a few clients to get a few things settled, meetings to attend on progress updates, yada yada yada... Basically, I have things to do now while he's away. He has left me incharge of running the department during his absence. Hmmmm... Maybe I should declare the following week, a holiday! Hehehehe. I wish ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing classes. Pssft. Sorry. Been busy with this and that. Will attend tomorrow's class. Hopefully. Heheh. I'm getting a bit sleepy right now. Off to bed. G`nytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4602363627058466713?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4602363627058466713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4602363627058466713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-sadv-v-sad-vds-vs-s-xc.html' title='Work Updates'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4054306269914638882</id><published>2008-11-26T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:03:13.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Mau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SSy7iSA_RjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5P8DkENC37k/s1600-h/htc-touch-pro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SSy7iSA_RjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5P8DkENC37k/s320/htc-touch-pro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795461369939506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SSy7iZTOSHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/047Ns3E76Hk/s1600-h/se-w902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SSy7iZTOSHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/047Ns3E76Hk/s320/se-w902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272795463325468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please oh please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-C-A-N-T-W-A-I-T-!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4054306269914638882?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4054306269914638882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4054306269914638882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/saya-mau.html' title='Saya Mau...'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pXaOkDbl60M/SSy7iSA_RjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5P8DkENC37k/s72-c/htc-touch-pro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5296029263971328554</id><published>2008-11-25T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:56:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain. Rain. Go Away.</title><content type='html'>The boss is back. I'm not alone anymore and I now have things to do. Sounds sad, I know. Heheheh. We're both trying to update ourselves with what we've missed and we both agreed that going away for too long is just no good. You tend to be a bit rusty ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a meeting yesterday and was completely blank. I kept gazing into space quite a number of times. I didn't know what they were talking about but I did manage to jot a few things. The boss came in this morning and wanted a few updates. Surprisingly, what I wrote down was after all... USEFUL! *pats myself on the back* Had a site visit this morning with the rest of the team. It was a long drive! Again, I was completely blank. I'm in the process of learning. The technical terms are all just new to me. More homework to be done. More meetings starting tomorrow. Haiyo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are alright. I'm kicking and pushing myself to attend my classes. Heheh. I did say it's going to be hard but I'm trying. I'll get used to it eventually, I know. I know. I've so far attended two classes. I've had doubts but I need to set my mind. Put aside my doubts and just go with it. Like I said, no turning back right? Huhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold day. Coming down with a cold. Boohoo. I think I'll sign off here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-5296029263971328554?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5296029263971328554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5296029263971328554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain. Rain. Go Away.'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-1527490420714116745</id><published>2008-11-21T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:14:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Oh Life!</title><content type='html'>Some people just need to G-R-O-W-U-P! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see people who are at a certain age that can be categorized as an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ADULT&lt;/span&gt; acting like immature(s). While you're at it, why don't you go run up to your Mummy and tell her you had a boo-boo too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-1527490420714116745?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1527490420714116745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/1527490420714116745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-oh-life.html' title='Life Oh Life!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8549269918564595518</id><published>2008-11-19T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:06:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>After much consideration and much persuasion from my friends, I have made up my mind to further my studies. Class will officially start TONIGHT! It's going to be tiring. It's going to be hell. It's going to be a long and winding road but I know it'll be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this. No turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-8549269918564595518?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8549269918564595518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8549269918564595518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2604821199245130887</id><published>2008-11-19T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:03:40.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Unfortunate Events</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a hectic day. I came home during lunch to find Mum crying. Different thoughts were swimming in my mind but when I asked she told me she couldn't move. I panicked. Any sudden moves, she would scream out loud in pain. Gave her painkillers and called up Aunty L who's an Orthodontist and asked her what to do. Rushed Mum to the hospital. Few checks, blood and x-rays taken and she had to be admitted to the day ward to wait for her results. I felt guilty leaving Mum in the hospital but I had a few things to do in the office as the boss is currently away. Made Brother 3 stay to accompany Mum in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving from work, Mum called and she was again crying in pain. Told her I'd come over as soon as I can. Aunty A then called, thought that she was calling to ask about my Mum but instead informed me about Aunty M, who's hospitalized and in not a good condition. I told her I was on my way to the hospital. I again had to rush. My phone was ringing endlessly. The shock of my life was when Lobster call ed to tell he had to rush to Lumut as his stepdad was involved in a self accident. I drove like a maniac. So, if you saw a white Vitara driving around like mad yesterday, I apologize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's still in the hospital for observations as they don't know what's wrong. Aunty M is also in the hospital having fits and coming down with a fever. She badly needs to have an operation done but due to circumstances, it has to be put on hold. Lobster's stepdad currently has chest pains. All I ask from you dear readers is to pray for my loved ones to pull through. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2604821199245130887?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2604821199245130887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2604821199245130887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='Series of Unfortunate Events'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-6952246879332966712</id><published>2008-11-17T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:40:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City - Updates</title><content type='html'>Lion City was fantabulous! Mum had her operation done and it went smooth. Thank you all for the wishes and the prayers. Now lets have a quick recap shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana's daddy i.e. The Lobster, wanted to make a surprise but then Dad gave it away by telling us that he was leaving for Singapore in the morning. Had our breakfast and waited in the lobby for him to come. The little princess's look was just priceless and she ran up to her daddy. Cute! Moved to a different room, from the 8th floor to the 6th. Went to the shops nearby to have a look-see. Had tea with the lot up on the 15th floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Geylang to get Mum's ugama books and a few Yassin for Wakaf/Sedekah. Went to Vivo City with Brother 1 &amp; family. We went to ToysRus where the kids went crazy with Thomas. Us girls then had dinner at Secret Recipe and the boys had theirs at Burger King. It was a shopping day for us before Mummy makes her way to the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied mum for her breakfast and got ready for her admission. It was a rainy day so decided to go early to the hospital to avoid traffic. Mum was supposedly to have her operation done at about 2 or 3 in the afternoon but it had to be delayed due to an emergency. She only got wheeled into the O.T at about 6.30pm. Gave her a kiss and shed a few tears, I made my way back to the hotel to freshen myself up. Waited a bit more at the hospital and two hours later, mum was all woozy and tired. We left her in the hospital to rest. Sister 1 made her way to the Lion City too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to have breakfast in the hotel so, off we went to the hospital to have a quick bite. Went up to meet Mum who was wide awake and feeling a little bit much better. Stayed for a while and when the others came, we decided to make a quick run to do a bit of shopping. Accompanied Sister 1 to get a few things. We went to Suntec City, where we saw the Duck Tour bus. The little princess was just oh-so-happy. She has a thing with ducks. I don't know =/ Went back to the hospital around 6pm and waited for Dad to make his way down to Singapore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when I saw my Dad and Brother 3 coming out of the Taxi, I was delighted. It was our first official family "vacation" after so many years. The only one missing was E... Maybe next time. We have something up our sleeves. Hopefully, it'll happen *fingers-cross* At 9pm we went back at the hotel, went up to Dad's room up on the 15th floor. Got a few refreshments then we headed back to our rooms to get some shut eye. It was after all a tiring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was discharged from the hospital and we decided to wait for her in the hotel. We planned on going to the Underwater World while Dad and Brother 1 went off to play golf but then it was pouring heavily so, we went to Centrepoint and Paragon to do a bit of shopping, the two lads still went ahead with golf. It was supposedly Brother 1 and Lobster's last day but they decided to extend their stay as Dad made plans in staying till Friday. I was happy! Sister 1 couldn't stay long as she had work commitments so, she went back in the evening. We continued our shopping to Takashimaya where they had a Madagascar 2 show going on and a toy sale.  Made ourselves walk back to Paragon to have dinner over at Tambuah Mas and shopped for Crocs. Mum wanted `em so got her a few pairs as a "Get Well Soon" present from Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwater World was on our to do list. I wanted to bring Hana as she loves fishes. Nobody was really up for it but then after much persuasion, Dad came along and so did Brother 1 &amp; family. Dad planned the whole trip in which he suggested us to go on the Cable Car down to Sentosa. It was scary. Hehehe. Spent a few hours there. Brother 3 got to pet a Pink Dolphin. Dad lost his phone. Poor him. Went down to Vivo City to look for a few things. Suggested Dad to get the Nokia E66. He likes slide phones so, that's the best I could think of for him. The N96 was just to fancy for him ;p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, went out with Mum to have dinner and to exchange her Crocs as they were the wrong size. Wooops~ Did a few shopping and went back late. It was after all our last night in Singapore. Sadly, the night ended not like the usual. The guest infront made a fuss about the kids making noises. I mean c`mon kids will always be kids. Dad was pissed and made a complaint. He left all moody and grumpy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lion City - Day 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day. Mum had her appointment to remove her stitches in the morning. Got it over and done with and made our way back to the hotel. Dad and Brother 3 was already on their way back home. Lobster went out to get a few essentials i.e. cars/motorcycles stuffs. Mum wanted to get a few things for herself so we made our way down the road. Bought more bags! I think my trip this time round, I only got myself shoes and bags ;) I likes~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to the airport around 6pm. Checked-in, had dinner and wanted to look around but then we were running late. We had to run around like mad to go to our boarding gate. It was fun. At 11.05pm, we landed safe and sound. All I wanted to do was have a nice hot shower and crawl in bed to get a goodnight's sleep. I was after all, home sweet home. It was good to be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that dear readers, wraps up my trip to the Lion City. Room 615 was our social place. Although it was a small room made for two, it was where we all hung out together at nights as a whole family. I am now back in Brunei. Had my first day back at work today only to find out my boss is away on a work trip *pssft* I have a few things to do though. Back to reality now. Bores! This post is turning out to be a lengthy one. Hehehe. I'm off now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-6952246879332966712?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6952246879332966712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/6952246879332966712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-city-updates.html' title='Lion City - Updates'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-4558071326261616793</id><published>2008-11-06T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:45:17.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City - Day 5</title><content type='html'>It's getting dull around here. I don't even want to shop! What I really want is to go home, be in the comfort of my bed, being able to go anywhere I want and not having to wait for the driver to pick us up, cramming in the Merce and lots more. Ugh! I just want to go home. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we went over to Gleneagles where my Grandfather was admitted. His Suite was very comfortable. If only the hospitals in Brunei were that cozy, I wouldn't mind being admitted ;p Neways, whilst there I tried calling the clinic to make arrangements about Mummy's operation. Unfortunately, we're not able to have the operation tomorrow but instead have it done on Monday as Mum's not feeling well at the moment. Which also means, we'll be here for another week. Yes, it's not always to get a paid for trip but I really want to go home... Sigh. Today's a very dull and boring day. Nothing much done. Had lunch over at Sanur, Centrepoint. No shopping done. No mood. I'm actually counting the days to be back home. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a lighter note. I found out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; has been reading my blog. Probably through the links. Well anyway... You, please just leave me alone. I do not want to deal with you or your immature acts. Stop being childish ;) You're tattle tales won't bring you anywhere. Forgive me for being a b*tch here but I've had enough of your attitude. Instead of blaming me for your faults, ask yourself what went wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. I'm moody today. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-4558071326261616793?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4558071326261616793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/4558071326261616793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-city-day-5.html' title='Lion City - Day 5'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-5174520804169852584</id><published>2008-11-05T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:13:22.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Rainy day today. We had the morning free so we took our sweet time having breakfast. Back up to our room to freshen up a bit then went back down to the store next store. At DFS, mum was on the look out for some Lancome(s) and I was just browsing for some Oakleys. Nothing to our liking but we went crazy over at LeSportSac. Mummy bought a few bags, I bought two for myself and the little one got herself a cute little handbag which she chose herself. She was walking around with it throughout the day. MELATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, went over to Gleneagles for mum's appointment. Doctor explained her whole fiasco and what needs to be done. Told us to pick a date for her operation and we chose Saturday as dad wanted it done over the weekend because... He's coming down! Woohooo. It's been a long time since we've been outside Brunei with our dad. Adek's coming down too. We're thrilled for him. He has been whining about not going anywhere for the holidays and such and now, he's finally got the chance. Hehehe. Brother No.1 will also be coming over on Friday with their entourage. Only ones missing are the two sisters. We are still here for mum's operation. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|| Added: Dad called to reschedule mum's operation to Friday cause by the time dad comes over, mum will be in a better state already. Lobster will be on the same flight with dad and Adek too. Weeee~ I sukaaaaaa~ Hana will surely love having her daddy around. He'll get to see her new moves and stuff. I can't wait! &lt;br /&gt;Mum just took off to the hospital. My grandad's admitted probably just for the night for a few observation. I guess we won't be lazing around his room tonight. Bores. Neways, I have to do a bit of cleaning up. More updates tomorrow. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-5174520804169852584?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5174520804169852584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/5174520804169852584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-city-day-4.html' title='Lion City - Day 4'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-969201053032274032</id><published>2008-11-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:56:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City - Day 3</title><content type='html'>We spent most of the day today at the hospital. Mum and the Grandfather had their MRIs done over at Mt. E and their appointments were at Gleneagles. Since the doctor's clinic was full, Mum had to reschedule her appointment to tomorrow, in the afternoon. We would only know her operation schedule by then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no shopping done yet. I only got a few things today after we had lunch over at Far East. We had lunch over at a Thai restaurant called SaNaNa. I smiled looking at the name for some apparent reason. Tedejavu saya terus eh. Lalalala~ *bigsmiles* For supper, we went over to Geylang as A.Gjot wanted to get the Putu Piring. It's one of our favourite dish whilst in Singapore. It's a must for most of us. Right now, we're again in my Grandfather's sitting room having dinner and their all having a good laugh teasing one another. Silly people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm coming down with... I'm not quite sure. My throat's all itchy and it's difficult for me to swallow. I'm sneezing away every now and then. I just hope I'm not gonna be sick. Not now, not just yet. I'm a bit sleepy. I need to rest soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I did take a few pictures but I don't have the Memory Card reader with me. When we get back or when I have the time, I'll upload it for you lots. See youse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-969201053032274032?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/969201053032274032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/969201053032274032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-city-day-3.html' title='Lion City - Day 3'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-3806012217528911463</id><published>2008-11-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:17:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City - Day 2</title><content type='html'>I'm in my grandfather's room right now, his sitting room to be exact. The little one has a bigger space to run around. Maybe she feels like home. We just had our dinner and right now we're just lazing around, watching TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had her appointment earlier this morning and will only start her treatment tomorrow. Her operation will only be done maybe this Friday and she'll be hospitalized for a minimum of 3 days. I'm hoping Lobster would be able to come down by then to at least help me out with looking after the baby whilst I go look after my mum. A.Gjot negotiated with the Grandfather to at least stay for a few more days so they too can at least help out with looking after mum. Thank God for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep this short. Going back to our room now. Will update you lots again soon. Nitey nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-3806012217528911463?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3806012217528911463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/3806012217528911463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/lion-city-day-2.html' title='Lion City - Day 2'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-2736509206166248817</id><published>2008-11-02T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:17:21.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roya Plaza on Scotts</title><content type='html'>That's where we are right now. We landed close to 10 this morning and thankfully the little princess was a good girl throughout the flight. She sat quietly, doing her scribbles and was very friendly to all the air hostesses. She only fell asleep once we landed. Tomorrow is mum's appointment day one. Today's a free day for us. We planned on resting but couldn't. So, maybe we're gonna go out to get a few necessities and do a little bit of shopping ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little princess is a bit clumsy today. Probably its the new surroundings. She rolled over the bed, dancing around and knocked her head. Clumsy! Hehehe. She looks like she's having fun though. She was running around along the corridor just now while I was trying to catch up with the cleaning lady. Right now, she's climbing up and down her stroller. Yup, having fun alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having a bit of a dejavu moment here. The place, the environment, the hotel room, the view outside the window. It's all coming back. Sigh. That was then... Not gonna dwell on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry~ I'm off to get a few bites. Will update you lots again soon. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-2736509206166248817?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2736509206166248817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/2736509206166248817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/11/roya-plaza-on-scotts.html' title='Roya Plaza on Scotts'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7981950750636317073</id><published>2008-10-29T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:19:37.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't own me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my high school days, I had a close friend who was my partner in crime. She was my confidante, my shoulder to cry on and we would always get ourselves in trouble for our acts. Nothing could ever scare the hell out of us. Aaah... Those were the good ol days. Sneaking around. Passing notes in class. Being rebels. That was the life. We're both now in a world of our own. I don't get to see her on a daily basis now and haven't been in contact with her for quite some time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I would like to give a big shoutout to my dear darling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SHAHELIA SHAHRI&lt;/span&gt;. I am officially missing you! Babes, I know you're a busy butterfly. I wish you all the best. Mwahs. I hope you're well. This video reminds me of you. It was after all, our theme song ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K8SpqTT-Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7K8SpqTT-Gs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7981950750636317073?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7981950750636317073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7981950750636317073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-dont-own-me.html' title='You don&apos;t own me'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-7293781676327378698</id><published>2008-10-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:14:06.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been changing my phones for quite a number of times now for the last couple of months. As a Mother's Day present, Lobster gave me the Sony Ericsson P1i and I got so hooked with it. I told myself, I wasn't gonna change to any other phone but that was until I fell in love with the Nokia E71. Sadly enough, I wasn't a big Nokia fan and didn't stick with the E71 for long. The husband was quite persistent in wanting to use the phone too. I did like/love the phone but it's just not me. I preferred a Sony Ericsson still. Usage wise, Nokia's are more friendly but I'm just a big fan of SE's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm now using the SE w910i which was again a gift ;) Yes, I normally get my phones from people who loves me dearly. Hehehe. The phone is really not to my liking. I guess after using the P1i for a while, I'm used to the QWERTY pads. I am now on a hunt for a new phone. Probably, if I'm lucky enough i'll get one while I'm in Singapore. I might get the Nokia E71 back and use it as my work phone as it's easier for me than to lug around my tiny Aspire notebook around. Oh! I got myself and the husband the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acer&lt;/span&gt; Aspire One a few days back. It's very portable. I love it! Back to phones. I am also thinking of getting the iPhone 3g but... Nyeh. I'm still thinking about it. I don't want to end up not using it. I currently have my eyes set on the HTC Touch Pro and the Xperia. Decisions. Decisions. Sigh. Maybe if I'm good enough, Santa might be kind enough to get me what I want for Christmas. Orrrrrr... If I had a gift dragon like Dibo, I can just do the silly dance and sing along to the silly song and wish for not one but both of the phones. Hehehe. If it only were that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I will be getting either one. Soon baby, soon. We'll just have to wait for now. Please oh please make my wish come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5863372625613862781-7293781676327378698?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7293781676327378698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/7293781676327378698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/10/connecting-people.html' title='Connecting People'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-8276982831693149180</id><published>2008-10-28T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:10:49.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion City Awaits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I will be going to the Lion City (i.e Singapore) this weekend with Mummy and my Hana Banana. My grandfather and A.Gjot will also be coming along on a different flight for my grandfather's quarterly checkups. It'll be Hana's first trip and I'm excited on her behalf. Hehehe. No, it's not for a holiday. Mum's having her medical treatment over at Gleneagles and probably would have an operation done but that all depends on her checkup. Hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to persuade Lobster to come along with me as it'll be his first time being away from the little one for more than two days. Besides, we've been planning on going away for quite sometime but never got around in doing it due to "not having the time". So, why not now? =) I know I said it's not a holiday but it's not like I can't do a bit of shopping right? Hehehe. No lah. I'm dragging him along so that if mummy needs me in the hospital, at least Hana has her daddy to bring her around. Why not leave Hana behind? Well, she's really attached to both me and my mum so leaving her would just be total chaos here. She's come to a stage where she cries out for her mummy and throws herself if she doesn't get things her way. A demanding little one, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quick update about work; Before at GMLR, I did mention that I got posted over a new unit over at the Investment side. It is relatively a small unit and currently I'm the only one in the office. The boss is in Singapore doing business and left me alone with a whole lot of reading to catch up with and also presentations/workshops to attend. I like what I'm doing as it gives me exposure to the outside world. Sounds sad, I know but it does help me to build myself up. I'm still learning. I just hope I know what I'm doing hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do work now. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5863372625613862781-8276982831693149180?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8276982831693149180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/8276982831693149180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/10/lion-city-awaits.html' title='Lion City Awaits'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5863372625613862781.post-385845126880304051</id><published>2008-10-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:15:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="postentry"&gt;          &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet another blog from me. GMLR’s history now and it needs to stay that way. Things were said, feelings were hurt and a whole lot of hoo-ha was going on. I have apologized for all the wrong doings said and done and it is now high time to move on. So yes, Que Sera Sera it is from now on. I know the url says CheQueSeraSera but if you look up &lt;a tip="cheserasera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whatever_Will_Be,_Will_Be_%28Que_Sera,_Sera%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it shows you that it’s the same. I had to add both che and que as both were already taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why QueSeraSera? I remember during my childhood days, mum used to sing that song every now and then. During our innocent years, we dream of becoming Princesses and Queens of our very own world probably even catered by Liliputans but gradually things will change as you “age” and go through different cycles or should I say phases of life. And you’re finally introduced to the real world. Not how we envisioned life would be huh? Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes dear readers, I did go and ask my mother if I would be rich and she replied… &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera. Whatever will be will be, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The future’s not ours to see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Sera Sera. What will be, will be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5863372625613862781-385845126880304051?l=grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/385845126880304051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5863372625613862781/posts/default/385845126880304051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grantmylastrequest.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-again.html' title='And again!'/><author><name>Hana Banana's Mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
