<?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-4127099549366237761</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:19:08.486+08:00</updated><category term='Khairina and Farhana'/><category term='great time'/><category term='the greatest leader'/><category term='riza and me'/><category term='thinkerbell'/><category term='My mummy and me - farhana'/><title type='text'>Mummy's Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>the journey begins...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-6387418371696763029</id><published>2010-02-18T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T02:44:27.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep on tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3w4VOJpSdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AKyUH404qIQ/s1600-h/Babies-Sleeping_Baby__red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3w4VOJpSdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AKyUH404qIQ/s200/Babies-Sleeping_Baby__red.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of us are still 'walking in the dark' about babies sleeping on thier tummy. I do think babies sleep better on thier tummy. My two girls slept on thier tummy since the first day we brought them home. Of course for the first few days I have to be very alert everytime they sleep but after two weeks they can easily move thier head left and right on their own. Most of us are afraid that our babies might suffocate and die of SIDS (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudden_infant_death_syndrome"&gt;Sudden Infant Death Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;). However recommending that babies sleep on their backs has reduced the incident of SIDS more than pretty much anything else, probably because&amp;nbsp;babies will&amp;nbsp;get more air that way. Nobody knows for sure what causes SIDS, but it seems to have something to do with the development of the mechanism that controls breathing in response to oxygen levels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;My first baby learned to roll from&amp;nbsp;her back to tummy at 3 months, and consistently did that in order to sleep.&amp;nbsp;There are times I&amp;nbsp;put&amp;nbsp;her down on&amp;nbsp;her back, and&amp;nbsp;she would always roll over to&amp;nbsp;her tummy.&amp;nbsp;Normaly when babies are strong enough to do that, then SIDS was really not much of an issue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I had my second baby , it was clear to me that&amp;nbsp;she simply sleeps better on&amp;nbsp;her tummy. I feel pretty comfortable doing it. Babies do sleep better on thier tummy and they don't easily startle. They sleep much longer at a stretch and don't easily get collic/gas (kembung perut). Please...always make sure that your baby sleep in an empty crib, with a tight sheet. No blankets or anything. Frankly speaking my siblings and I&amp;nbsp;slept on our tummy when we were babies. And my mom always said that our heads are nicely shaped. It is true. Babies that sleep on thier tummy will have a nicely shape head. My late granpa (tok ayah) used to said that 'macam kepala anak mat salleh' . If you are not convince enough...the new coming baby...just give it a try. you'll have a good sleeper. I think&amp;nbsp;we have to weigh the risks and rewards and decide for ourself, but it seemed to me that it&amp;nbsp;is safe since we didn't have other risk factors, like second-hand smoke ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-6387418371696763029?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6387418371696763029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep-on-tummy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6387418371696763029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6387418371696763029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep-on-tummy.html' title='Sleep on tummy'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3w4VOJpSdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AKyUH404qIQ/s72-c/Babies-Sleeping_Baby__red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3025969674116304143</id><published>2010-02-14T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:27:07.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinkerbell'/><title type='text'>Val..Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Time passes real quickly and&amp;nbsp;we may&amp;nbsp;find the courage within&amp;nbsp;us to go after&amp;nbsp;the heart's desires. And when the time comes for&amp;nbsp;us to look back at&amp;nbsp;our life, we may be deeply grateful that we've led a life that has purpose and meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;To all the lovers out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy... anger... tears... laughter.. It's when you want to be together despite it all. That's when you truly love another. I'm sure of it. I never experiance a real valentine's day cause as a muslim we don't celebrate Valentine's Day. We believe that in Islam, a husband loves his wife throughout the year, and he expresses that love towards her with gifts, in verse and in prose, in letters and in other ways, throughout the years - not just on one day of the year. Love in Islam is more general and more comprehensive; it is not restricted only to one kind of love, that between a man and a woman. There are many more kinds of love. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the greatest love of all is the love to Allah&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;But still, I&amp;nbsp;would like to take this opportunity to wish all the lovers out there....and specially to my beloved &lt;a href="http://kerjaya-muslim.blogspot.com/"&gt;husband&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3bugJRpvcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fPIkA1o8FZs/s1600-h/Valentine-Tinkerbell-hearts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3bugJRpvcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fPIkA1o8FZs/s200/Valentine-Tinkerbell-hearts.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3025969674116304143?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3025969674116304143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/valvalentine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3025969674116304143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3025969674116304143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/valvalentine.html' title='Val..Valentine'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3bugJRpvcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fPIkA1o8FZs/s72-c/Valentine-Tinkerbell-hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-8727625244757291253</id><published>2010-02-11T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:12:40.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riza and me'/><title type='text'>The Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3QsL_OQwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qUuA28WdS9Q/s1600-h/valentines-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3QsL_OQwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qUuA28WdS9Q/s200/valentines-day.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We will be celebrating Valentine's Day soon. So, I've decided to write something about love. I would like to share this article with all my beloved friends all around the world and I'm looking forward to any kind of comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What does it mean by unconditional love? Unconditional love is a term that means to love someone regardless without any condition at all. It is a concept comparable to true love, a term which is more frequently used to describe love between lovers. Unconditional love is the best kind of love what can ever feel. To love unconditionally means you love somebody even though that person has faults. To love with NO CONDITION. This means that you do realize that the person has faults and you can even see some of them. Yet, you love them in spite of these faults...of course with no condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have to realize that in order for us to love unconditionally you have to love someone so deeply that they can never do anything that will cause you not to love them. They could lie, cheat, steal or even commit murder and you will still love them. You may not love the act that they did; but you love the person that committed the act. i can't deny that it is difficult to love with no condition. How can you say that 'I love you so much but I need to have 'this' in order for me to move on and to love you more'. It is ridiculous. Actually I've been thinking about unconditional love for quite sometimes. I tried to put into words but I just don't have the feel of it. I believe that we all tried our best to love someone unconditionally. We will never achieve the true love if the love is only because of something else. For example... I can only love you if you'll buy me a house that i've wanted so much or I can only love you if you get me the diamond ring or I can only love you better if&amp;nbsp; we have a child together. When there're lots of 'ifs'...the love will never survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People make mistakes in life. We are no angle. When my mom opposed my marriege...the only thing that I told her is that ...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'if to love this man is a sin, then i'll shoulder that sin forever'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But believe me, it's not as easy as it been said. Now i just realised that you can't make someone to love you. All you can do is to be someone who can be loved and the rest is up to the person to realise your worth. Basicaly in life there are very rare chances that you'll meet the person that you love will love you in return. They may can accept your darkest past but they can't accept the mistakes that you've done during the time that you are together. So if you ever get the chance to love this 'angel', don't ever let go. The chance might never come your way again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My beloved readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride. We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love that we give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY...specially dedicated to my beloved husband, Riza Ahmad (&lt;a href="http://kerjaya-muslim.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kerjaya-muslim.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3O_dM9erUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bCvLWBoCR-U/s1600-h/IMG_0162_1+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3O_dM9erUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bCvLWBoCR-U/s200/IMG_0162_1+(2).jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-8727625244757291253?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/8727625244757291253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/8727625244757291253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/8727625244757291253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-love.html' title='The Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S3QsL_OQwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qUuA28WdS9Q/s72-c/valentines-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-7901698121751719500</id><published>2010-02-11T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:38:06.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my beloved Granpa's favourite song</title><content type='html'>L-O-V-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.mainmusik.com/music/nat-king-cole-love_320775.html"&gt;http://www.mainmusik.com/music/nat-king-cole-love_320775.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;br /&gt;V is very, very extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in&amp;nbsp;loving memory of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lt.Col.(R) Hj. Syed Abdul Aziz bin. Syed Razak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Atuk...very much.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-7901698121751719500?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7901698121751719500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-my-beloved-granpas-favourite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7901698121751719500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7901698121751719500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-my-beloved-granpas-favourite.html' title='One of my beloved Granpa&apos;s favourite song'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-2458363834150821690</id><published>2010-02-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:58:31.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear readers, songs are just as good as short stories. When we listen to a song just don't simply follow the music. Try to understand what the song is all about.&amp;nbsp;It just like reading a story book. At the end of it we can actually understand what thye singer is trying to say. I love listening to nice inspired songs. My life had been surounded by music since I was a little girl and I treasure nice beautiful music. I accidently found this song on my favourite website &lt;a href="http://mainmusik.com/"&gt;http://mainmusik.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It's a beautiful story teller. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta Jangan Kau Pergi - Sheila Majid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku sadari kesalahan ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang membuat segalanya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gelap jadinya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Kasih ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku harap kau mau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memaafkan menerima pengakuan ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan kau diam lagi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku tak sanggup menahan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bicaralah kau sayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jiwa ini tak tenang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta jangan kau pergi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinggalkan diriku sendiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta jangan kau lari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apalah arti hidup ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanpa cinta dan kasih sayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-2458363834150821690?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2458363834150821690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2458363834150821690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2458363834150821690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-7574927832919456234</id><published>2010-02-03T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:25:05.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the greatest leader'/><title type='text'>What he said was actually true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosh, how time flies. It's past midnight and it is now Wednesday...again. It has been rather eventfull week. Running things alone (with hubby of course) is hectic as always. I'm pushing myself to the max only to finish up some old tasks that&amp;nbsp;is suppose to be done few months ago. So pathethic! All work and no holiday really make me like as though as I'm walking upside down:-( But...(of course there will always a but to everything)...since I've joined the blogger community, it has been an eye opening experiance. There are days where&amp;nbsp;I rather read the blog than reading the newspaper. One of my favourite blogger is our Tun Dr Mahathir&amp;nbsp;Mohammad&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/"&gt;http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog/&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S2hfSx_4SLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0lGj6DCd5_Y/s1600-h/n12411993651_902294_6897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S2hfSx_4SLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0lGj6DCd5_Y/s200/n12411993651_902294_6897.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why Tun? I was born in 1978. Tun was elected as our fouth prime minister in 1981 till 2003. Basically, I'm used to him as the Malaysian Prime Miniter. During his term as the PM, he was credited for engineering Malaysia's rapid modernization and the resulting growth of our&amp;nbsp;Malaysian&amp;nbsp;prosperity. Another central issue of&amp;nbsp;our beloved Tun that was known back then as Dr M is the promotion of "Asian values". While in the political wilderness, Dr. Mahathir wrote his book, "The Malay Dilemma", in which he sought to explain the causes of the May 13 incident in Kuala Lumpur and the reasons for the Malays' lack of economic progress within their own country. I read The Malay Dilemma when I was in form 2, and I still have the book...nicely wrap and still in a very good condition. Frankly speaking, back then I can't understand much about what&amp;nbsp;dr. Mahathir&amp;nbsp;was trying to say but as I grew older and wiser I begin to realise that The Malay Dillema&amp;nbsp;is actually a 'fact'. The book, published in 1970, was promptly banned by the Tunku Abdul Rahman's government. However, some of the proposals in this book had been used by Tun Abdul Razak,&amp;nbsp;our second Prime Minister, in his "New Economic Policy" that was principally geared towards affirmative action economic programs to address the nation's economic&amp;nbsp;differences between the Malays and the non-Malays.&amp;nbsp;But Tun took the&amp;nbsp;banning on his book as a challenge for him to go further and lifted his spirit as one of the most greatest Malaysia Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say, not much of our youngsters today read The Malay Dillema. They are more interested in fictions and romance novels other than fill up their mind with facts. Two months ago I watched a documentary on Tun Dr. Mahathir on Astro history Channel. Tun admit that he failed to change the Malays. Tun was trying to change the malays by using his power as the Prime Minister.&amp;nbsp;It took him 22 years and yes, we can't deny that he had done so much to the Malays and to Malaysia but like he said, 'after 22 years, I've failed'. Did he really failed or it is us who will never change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-7574927832919456234?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7574927832919456234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-he-said-was-actually-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7574927832919456234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7574927832919456234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-he-said-was-actually-true.html' title='What he said was actually true...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S2hfSx_4SLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0lGj6DCd5_Y/s72-c/n12411993651_902294_6897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-6021484931694412344</id><published>2010-01-26T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:23:14.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My mummy and me - farhana'/><title type='text'>Anakku Sayang - Positive Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Farhana came home one day looking miserable. Her teacher told me that she was a bit quiet in class but ocasionally she still talk to her friends. When we arrived home I took her on my lap and I asked what was wrong. She kept quiet and when she looked at me I saw her teary eyes. I hugged her and kissed her and I asked her again what had happen. After a few minutes thinking and trying to put words together she told me that she cried in school because she missed me very much. I replied 'I miss you too, very much'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S13gM9x4mkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZFCSPrv3fsQ/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S13gM9x4mkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZFCSPrv3fsQ/s200/2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came to realised that&amp;nbsp; parents sometimes don't realize how much young children can do or feel. We often take it as not-so-serious matter. We tend to over look the situation but beleive me, there are times children can understand better than adults. Many children are capable of understanding their own feeling even when are still not communicating verbally. So, normaly when a child is distress we often rescue the child. This is the most normal response. Actually by saving a child from distress is actually one of the way in which bonding occurs between parents and children. We as parents have always be our little one's angel. We are their lifesaver. We are the super heroes and we are much of everything in our children's life. This 'saving' mechanism occurs instinctively under normal circumstances, and bonding between parent and child is established.&amp;nbsp;But never ever safe&amp;nbsp;a child from an activity that she is capable of completing herself. So when her&amp;nbsp;toy rolls under the couch, you do not need to help her to find her toy. Let her think of how to solve her problem. And this way you can create a game, “Where do you think your&amp;nbsp;toy ball&amp;nbsp;went?” And start looking under things and behind things and help her to find her toy. This way, she begins to learn self-sufficiency with your loving guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-6021484931694412344?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6021484931694412344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang-positive-parenting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6021484931694412344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6021484931694412344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang-positive-parenting.html' title='Anakku Sayang - Positive Parenting'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S13gM9x4mkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZFCSPrv3fsQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3906448907297438884</id><published>2010-01-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:36:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I agreed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1rfCa5-nCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zV615Y0y7wE/s1600-h/342626_jump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1rfCa5-nCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zV615Y0y7wE/s200/342626_jump.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3906448907297438884?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3906448907297438884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-agreed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3906448907297438884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3906448907297438884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-agreed.html' title='I agreed!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1rfCa5-nCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zV615Y0y7wE/s72-c/342626_jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-1999192288036932126</id><published>2010-01-22T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:50:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say...nothing to tell...nothing to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been two days since my last posting. I guess I'm just running out of ideas. I just feel as though as I have nothing to share or to say. I can feel that I'm so empty and I can only represent my thought in pictures. How ironic is it? A friend asked me...hey, anne. no updates? Umph, nice to know that I have a follower. That's one of the thril of writting a blog. Having a reader that enjoy reading your stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1iFLVzfi7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uMwSZ28LV4I/s1600-h/380---Oct-5---11,-2008---sick-of-work.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1iFLVzfi7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uMwSZ28LV4I/s200/380---Oct-5---11,-2008---sick-of-work.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are now in our third week of the year 2010. This year I become one of the person with no resolution.&amp;nbsp;Maybe it was the lame excuse of being busy with work. Or maybe, I have just been preoccupied with other things that is not even important (to me, it is important!). Since this year I&amp;nbsp;am unresoluted, I should keep it that way. But I should try to make this year full of the most exciting events and I, most probably will be posting hundreds of additional posts and make myself busy commemorating my new blog. I believe that I will have lots of interesting and not so interesting things that I would love to share with. I will be busy trying to transfer such moments into this pages of my blog. Actually I have lots of things to share but I just don't know where to start. Lately i've been spending my days thinking of what I should write when I get home. What should I tell and what should I say. As though as my mind's incoherence. Anyway, I will try my best to make this blog as my journal. Sharing ideas and moments that will make the best out of all of us. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-1999192288036932126?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1999192288036932126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/1999192288036932126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/1999192288036932126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-only.html' title='Nothing to say...nothing to tell...nothing to share...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1iFLVzfi7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/uMwSZ28LV4I/s72-c/380---Oct-5---11,-2008---sick-of-work.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-4803339664924604444</id><published>2010-01-19T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:06:08.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great time'/><title type='text'>Didiklah Mereka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1W7ysiGH8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YW3XKP1kNTM/s1600-h/P4050039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1W7ysiGH8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YW3XKP1kNTM/s200/P4050039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah S.A.W mengingatkan bakal-bakal suami agar memilih bakal isteri yang mempunyai kesungguhan dan penghayataan agama, bukan kerana paras rupa, keturunan atau harta semata-mata. Sabda Rasulullah yang bermaksud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wanita dikahwini kerana empat perkara, iaitu kerana hartanya, keturunannya, kecantikannya dan agamanya. Maka pilihlah yang beragama kerana ia &lt;strong&gt;menguntungkan&lt;/strong&gt; kamu(lebih utama)”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apa yang ingin Anne katakan disini ialah sebenarnya dalam mendidik anak, kita sebagai ibubapa hendaklah menanam benih-benih agama (Islam) dalam hidup anak itu sendiri dari dalam perut sehinggalah anak itu besar. Kita hendaklah menyediakan tempat yang sesuai dalam membesarkan anak-anak. Setelah anak itu menjengah dunia ibubapa adalah segala-galanya bagi mereka. Kerana itulah sebagai seorang Muslim adalah menjadi tanggugjawab kita untuk menyediakan hidup yang harmoni dan penuh keislaman agar anak tersebut akan membesar sebagai seorang Muslim. Sekiranya ibubapa itu sendiri menghayati nilai-nilai keislaman dalam rumahtangga mereka maka tidak mustahil bagi mereka untuk menerapkan nilai-nilai tersebut dalam kehidupan anak-anak mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tidak dapat dinafikan Anne sendiri masih lagi merangkak dalam soal hidup yang bercirikan keislaman. Mula mengenl tudung setahun yang lepas. Alhamdullillah Anne sudah dapat menyesuaikan diri dengan keadaan yang baru. Namun itu tidak mematahkan semangat Anne untuk terus belajar. Kami cuba sedikit sebanyak menerapkan nilai-nilai islam dalam mendidik Khairina dan Farhana. Mungkin masih terlalu awal untuk kita lihat akan keputusannya tapi kedua-dua mereka tahu bahawa adalah berdosa sekiranya tidak bercakap benar, mulakan bacaan doa sebelum makan, berdoa sebelum tidur, mengaji selepas sembahyang Maghrib, harus bercakap benar dan hormat pada yang lebih tua. Masih panjang perjalanan yang harus Anne dan suami tempuhi tapi ingat walau apa sekalipun kita harus ikhlas dalam mendidik anak-anak. Kasih lah mereka dan sayangilah mereka...Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-4803339664924604444?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/4803339664924604444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/4803339664924604444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/4803339664924604444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang.html' title='Didiklah Mereka'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1W7ysiGH8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/YW3XKP1kNTM/s72-c/P4050039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-653489977786962922</id><published>2010-01-19T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:33:41.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khairina and Farhana'/><title type='text'>Anakku Sayang - Parenting Skills, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1SgUPpTSVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SjhCrv60Hho/s1600-h/87.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1SgUPpTSVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SjhCrv60Hho/s200/87.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Parenting can be a very difficult job. However the right way of raising up a child can make the job easier. People asked me how many children i've raised up? Umph...well, frankly I just have two...5 and 6. But Alhamdullillah,&amp;nbsp;I have no problem dealing with my children. I can bring them almost everywhere without any worries. A friend asked me if I can share my experiences with other&amp;nbsp;parents and well, it's a good idea, why not? Let us make this blog as a place for moms and dads to share experiences in raising up our little ones. We will share the knowledge and skills necessary to succesfully to raise our child from birth all the way to their college years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Sg1H5NaoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/63NeDWJjNOw/s1600-h/P1020037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Sg1H5NaoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/63NeDWJjNOw/s200/P1020037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first baby, Nur Khairina&amp;nbsp;was born on the 6th of March 2004 and her sister, Nur Farhana was born on the 6th of October 2005. They're only 1 yr and 6 mths apart. Most of the people think that it's going to be a hastle having two babies at the same time but to me it's a blessing. My girls are unseparatable. They love each other very much and they spend their days mostly together. Khairina was fully prepared when her sister was born. The thought of sharing her mummy and daddy with her little sister can be very unsettling and after all she had our full attention for sometime. I'm very much aware that she'll have mixed feeling about how life will change when the baby joins the family. Do not under estimate a 1 year old because they actually understand.&amp;nbsp;I started to tell her about her new baby sister when my belly become noticeably larger than usual, about 6months pregnant. I assume that she'll have enough time to adjust to the idea of an addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are a few methods on how to prepare our firstborn for the arrival of her new baby sister/brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always tell her the good stories and reinforce her&amp;nbsp;about her role&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;the big sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let her touch her mom's belly and explain to her about baby in mummy's tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;involving her in the preparation of the new arrival. I used to take Khairina to buy new clothes for the baby and let her choose her favourite mittens and booties for the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also let her to tag along with me to my monthly prenatal check up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't deny that no matter what we did to prepare our little Khairina for the new arrival, the first time we brought Farhana home, Khairina refused to come near me or the baby. I was worried. The&amp;nbsp;next morning my hubby decided that he'll bath the baby and I spent that particular time with Khairina alone. I asked her to help me to prepare clothes for the baby and she was very coperative. And soon after that moment she was ok. Alhamdullillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Untill today, Khairina is always her sister's life saver eventhough there are time she can be a real bully. If I scold Farhana, Khairina will always be the person who tried to back her sister up. Same goes to Farhana. Yes, there are days that they argued and fought with each other but it always end up with a kiss and make up. To me it's important for&amp;nbsp;sisters to get along with each other. Getting along shows sensitivity and respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-653489977786962922?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/653489977786962922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/653489977786962922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/653489977786962922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anakku-sayang-part-1.html' title='Anakku Sayang - Parenting Skills, Part 1'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1SgUPpTSVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SjhCrv60Hho/s72-c/87.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-9032563068776992066</id><published>2010-01-17T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:52:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What should you do if you feel like you are no longer wanted...you are only here because of responsibilities and a punishment....and if you are no longer here things might not change much but you'll make others happy and get what they want...should&amp;nbsp;you stay, or should&amp;nbsp;you leave? Should&amp;nbsp;you be selfish or should&amp;nbsp;you accept the facts that this life will always be the same and bare with it till the day&amp;nbsp;you close your eyes...should you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-9032563068776992066?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/9032563068776992066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/9032563068776992066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/9032563068776992066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/should-i.html' title='Should I...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-7023498333753899615</id><published>2010-01-17T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:43:06.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV3 - Jiwa Lara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HqCuAnSaI/AAAAAAAAADs/U5aY3eNy6kg/s1600-h/akumemujamu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HqCuAnSaI/AAAAAAAAADs/U5aY3eNy6kg/s200/akumemujamu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spent the evening at the driving range with the girls. Hit almost 200 balls...sakit lah satu badan. sambil tidur kan Farhana atas rocking chair I accidently watched a&amp;nbsp;beautiful drama on TV3. At first rasa macam tak sanggup nak tengok. Sedih sangat. tapi bila I sedar akan kebaikan drama 'Jiwa Lara', so I decided to stay put and watch till the end. Tak pasti siapa penerbitnya tapi drama ini ada banyak selitan nila-nilai hidup manusia yang kita sepatutnya ambil perhatian. Ceritanya simple tapi amat menyentuh perasaan. terutama sekali apabila ianya melibatkan kasih seorang ibu. Seorang ibu yang hidupnya dirundung malang. Di benci oleh ibu mertua dan suami meninggal dunia ketika dia masih muda dan anak-anak masih kecil...si ibu ini membesarkan anak-anaknya dengan mengutamakan harta benda. Kehidupannya yang miskin dan malang menyebakan dia mengambil keputusan untuk tanam sikap kebendaan dalam diri setiap anaknya. Namun dia lupa, agama adalah segala-galanya. Akhirnya dia sedar bahawa hidup ini tidak akan bermakna jika tiada agama. Jiwa akan menjadi kosong walaupun kita punyai segunung intan dan berlian sekalipun. Anak-anak dibesarkan tanpa agama sehingga sanggup mengikat ibu sendiri yang difitnah gila. namun si ibu masih bersabar dan terima segalanya sebagai balasan di atas kesalahannya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ya Allah, sekiranya ini adalah balasan&amp;nbsp;Mu kepada ku, aku terima dengan redha. Aku maafkan segala dosa anak-anakku pada ku walau sekejam mana mereka sekalipun. Kerna itu&amp;nbsp; kesalahan mereka adalah kesalahan aku. Ya Allah, sekiranya dengan balasan Mu ini aku dapat mendekatkan diri ku pada Mu, aku redha menerimanya dengan hati yang penuh keikhlasan, Amin.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* My fellow friends, if you have the chance to watch this tele movie 'Jiwa Lara', please do so. It's a nicely made movie that have&amp;nbsp;lots of&amp;nbsp; lesson to be learn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-7023498333753899615?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/7023498333753899615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv3-jiwa-lara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7023498333753899615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/7023498333753899615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/tv3-jiwa-lara.html' title='TV3 - Jiwa Lara'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HqCuAnSaI/AAAAAAAAADs/U5aY3eNy6kg/s72-c/akumemujamu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-246058184520469591</id><published>2010-01-16T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:44:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Young Golfers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are our&amp;nbsp;new&amp;nbsp;Malaysian's&amp;nbsp;golfers. Today they hit almost 200 balls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HcAaXoQfI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Uhrxrv-DSY/s1600-h/IMAG0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HcAaXoQfI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Uhrxrv-DSY/s200/IMAG0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are getting better with their swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HceRXh_0I/AAAAAAAAADU/kUgG9_LzKA0/s1600-h/IMAG0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HceRXh_0I/AAAAAAAAADU/kUgG9_LzKA0/s200/IMAG0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Farhana need a new iron7. She's out grown her US Kids Golf Iron 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Hdqbbm_uI/AAAAAAAAADc/ThkKk9UkkJ0/s1600-h/IMAG0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Hdqbbm_uI/AAAAAAAAADc/ThkKk9UkkJ0/s200/IMAG0024.JPG" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Resting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Heqx05bcI/AAAAAAAAADk/jSClYYuzTUM/s1600-h/IMAG0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Heqx05bcI/AAAAAAAAADk/jSClYYuzTUM/s200/IMAG0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dah boring dah tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="72" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1Hdqbbm_uI/AAAAAAAAADc/ThkKk9UkkJ0/s200/IMAG0024.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 392px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 482px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-246058184520469591?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/246058184520469591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-young-golfers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/246058184520469591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/246058184520469591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-young-golfers.html' title='My Young Golfers'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S1HcAaXoQfI/AAAAAAAAADM/0Uhrxrv-DSY/s72-c/IMAG0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-5839918989404295869</id><published>2010-01-15T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:49:36.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekadar renungan...dan renunglah bersama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S09LA5yabdI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ei1HWFCmT1U/s1600-h/muslim_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S09LA5yabdI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ei1HWFCmT1U/s200/muslim_children.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang wanita solehah adalah lebih baik dari 70 orang wali,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang wanita solehah adalah lebih baik dari 70 orang lelaki soleh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seorang wanita yang jahat adalah lebih buruk dari 1000 lelaki yang jahat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 rakaat solat dari wanita yang hamil adalah lebih baik dari 80 rakaat solat wanita yang tidak hamil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang memberi susu badan kepada anaknya akan mendapat akan mendapat pahala dari setiap titik susu yang diberi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang melayan baik suami yang pulang keletihan dari bekerja akan mendapat pahala Jihad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang tidurnya tidak lena dan tidak selesa kerana menjaga anak yang sakit akan mendapat pahala seperti membebaskan 20 orang hamba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang melihat suaminya dengan penuh kasih sayang dan suami melihat isterinya dengan penuh kasih sayang akan dipandang Allah dengan seribu kerahmatan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang menyebabkan suaminya keluar dan berjuang ke jalan Allah dan kemudian menjaga adab rumahtangganya akan masuk Syurga 500 tahun lebih awal dari suaminya, akan menjadi ketua 70,000 malaikat dan bidadari dan wanita itu akan dimandikan di dalam Syurga dan menunggu suaminya dengan menunggang kuda yang diperbuat daripada yakut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanita yang tidak cukup tidur menjaga anak yang sakit akan diampunkan oleh Allah segala dosanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau hendak di catit semua keistimewaan wanita solehah di dalam blog ini maka ia akan mengambil masa seharian suntuk. Apa yang hendak saya nyatakan disini ialah bukan senang hendak menjadi seorang anak, wanita dan isteri yang solehah. Tapi Allah itu Maha Agung, Maha Pengampun. Kita sebagai manusia hendaklah sentiasa ingat dan pahatkan pada hati bahawa hidup ini penuh dengan perjuangan. Kita berjuang untuk menjadi insan solehah dan perjuangan itu tiadatitik noktah. Walaupun bukan senang tapi ia tidak mustahil. Lakukan dengan redha dan penuh keikhlasan. Insya-Allah, apa yang kita lakukan akan mendapat rahmat dari Yang Esa. Insya-Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-5839918989404295869?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/5839918989404295869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sekadar-renungandan-renunglah-bersama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/5839918989404295869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/5839918989404295869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sekadar-renungandan-renunglah-bersama.html' title='Sekadar renungan...dan renunglah bersama...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S09LA5yabdI/AAAAAAAAADE/Ei1HWFCmT1U/s72-c/muslim_children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3017958618749835445</id><published>2010-01-15T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:08:33.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'walking down the memory lane'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dearest friends, would love to share this ...again...with my fellow bloggers. wrote this article on my old blog&amp;nbsp;the 10th of July 2005. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'd call this ...'walking down the memory lane'. this moment will never come again and i'll cherish it my whole life...even if things turn out to be different, one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THE STORY OF US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had never truly let myself fall for anyone before until I met a guy that changed everything for me. It was a bit too much for me to handle for a while but then I opened up and allowed my self to fall in love with him. How was I to know that within a month my love would fight for his life. I had honestly given up on finding true love, but I can honestly say that I have found it with him. I have learned to trust with him. He is there for me through whatever I go through. This man is my angel sent from up above. A lot of emptiness inside, knowing where your heart is and trying to replace it with someone else, just doesn't get it. I know that I am deeply in love with this man; he has shown me nothing but respect, and love and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was love at the first sight. I fell in love with Riza, 32 who I met on the ICQ chat room. We chatted once then we're hooked on the phone every night, 4 to hrs a day before we actually meet two weeks later. At that very moment I know what I feel and I would walk to the ends of the earth and back again just to spend a few seconds with him. I was so madly in love with him and a kiss from no one else could possibly make me feel as good as it does when he kisses me…one day, I told my self. While talking to him I always keep on thinking it would be wonderful if he were my husband. The talking-on-the-phone session started to be more regular and I would look forward to hearing from him. We talked about marriages, children, dreams but not a single actual word about marrying each other had ever passed between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks later, it was an unsettling night at The Vistana Hotel, Kuala Lumpur and me (I was 22 at that time) was especially nervous. That was the first time we met each other. I was happy, nervous and definitely I was a bit scared. But I decided to take the risk and to get to know the men that I fell in love with more. Riza was married before but it only last for 7 years. He had 3 wonderful children, a boy and two girls. I have no problem to accept them as my very own and I'm ready to give all my love to them. It comes in a package…when I marry Riza, I'll be a wife and automatically I become a mother. It's wonderful. We have the same ideas about everything and like doing the same things. That night was the first night we spent together. Nothing really happen accept for we talked the whole night while snuggling up in bed in each others arm, sharing each others stories, listening to each others secrets and looked into each others eyes looking for a sincererity and that was the night he proposed to me… I accept it of course! Of course this is one of the most romantic moment of all times. Riza made me realize that love is a feeling so strong it can affect our lives irrevocably. Love definitely transform my life and make me most fortunate and it make me a better human being. I feel very sure that he is THE ONE and want to spend the rest of my life loving him, and into forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Riza is so special, very loving, caring, and has the most gorgeous smile -his whole face lights up. We know each other's every word before we say it, we think the same way, we like doing the same things, eat the same foods (&amp;amp; hate the same ones), laugh at the same things, we hold hands and kiss tenderly every time we are alone together, everything just tells me that we are meant to be together, even the way that we met, it all leads to fate. We never would have met if we didn't both look in the internet, even though we live in the same suburb, we probably have seen each other around in the past, but not NOTICED each other if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14th of December 2000 was a date to remember. It was a simple ceremony but full of beautiful memories. I'm now a wife and I just can't stop thinking whether 'is this all just a dream?' Marrying Riza was a dream come through. Most important matter of all is that we love each others very much. We are now coming up to our 5th years anniversary. We've had some teething problems, but our love has always come out on top. We had our first baby girl last year and she just celebrated her first birthday last March and we are now waiting for our second baby that will be arriving soon! By the end of this year I'm going to be a mother to 5 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe meeting online helps you fall in love from the inside out. I first fell in love with his heart and mind. We are the best friends and sometimes that is a hard task to achieve while dating. When someone starts dating it usually starts out as infatuation. But when you fall in love with someone you have never meet face to face, you have lots of time to get to know the true person. I am willing to give this relationship everything I have. Yes I am still scared of the unknown but everyday he gives me more reason to believe. I could write pages and pages of how wonderful this person is but I think everyone can tell that I LOVE HIM. I hope and pray that this is just the beginning to my never ending story. I didn't believe in fate until I met my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To Riza, my soul mate, my lover and my best friend in the world, I love you forever and I just want to thank you for not giving up on "us". We are going to have a happy life together, a forever happiness,,,, how do I know this? Because it is in my heart and follow my heart is what I am going to do. Thank you for loving me, and standing by me, and not giving up. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- Anne Bahrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* we can't promise the world but we can always try to climb up the ladder without falling. but what if one day we fall...who should we blame?...there's no eternity...nothing last forever...not even the strongest love of all...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-15th Jan 2010-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3017958618749835445?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3017958618749835445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3017958618749835445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3017958618749835445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='&apos;walking down the memory lane&apos;'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-337126331189347304</id><published>2010-01-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:18:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princesses in school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S024xIlJW1I/AAAAAAAAACs/lVJc3GsHzAU/s1600-h/P3240094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S024xIlJW1I/AAAAAAAAACs/lVJc3GsHzAU/s200/P3240094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our new school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S025EUDM5pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xfySQeXEvdU/s1600-h/P3240096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S025EUDM5pI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xfySQeXEvdU/s200/P3240096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With thier new friend, Humairah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S025UiGpnaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EQmykfiN9y4/s1600-h/P3240093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S025UiGpnaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EQmykfiN9y4/s200/P3240093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe...no teeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-337126331189347304?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/337126331189347304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/princesses-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/337126331189347304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/337126331189347304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/princesses-in-school.html' title='Princesses in school!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S024xIlJW1I/AAAAAAAAACs/lVJc3GsHzAU/s72-c/P3240094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-2172812498769845345</id><published>2010-01-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:36:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana abang and kakak, daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is divorce harmful to children? The answer is YES, defanately. Let me share with you a story. A story that will make you think...how can a children as young as they can be can really understand the real meaning of divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have 3 step children from my husband's previous marriage. A boy, 16 &amp;nbsp;and two girls aged 15 and 12.&amp;nbsp;i've been married to my husband for&amp;nbsp;9 years and I only met them onced, back in November 2000. It was just a month before we got married. I don't really&amp;nbsp;get to know them well...umph, the right words was 'not at all'!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Actually we are not allowed to go near them. We've been warned for many times and for the benefit of the children my husband decided to stay away. This is what happen when we take laws in our own hands. We tend to forget, the children have all thier rights towards their father. My husband and I never have the intention of taking them away from their mother but what we want is to have sometimes with them and as a step mother (the words sounds so evil) I would realy love to get to know them well. Not just as a mother but also as a friend. To me, it comes in a pakage where I'm married to the father and the children. I have two girls and it's a fact where my girls and my step children are siblings. They come from the same father and in Islam the brother can become their 'wali'. But what worries me is that my girls have never met their other siblings. They know them well by pictures and stories that we tell them. We sent them birthday cards, hari raya cards, pictures&amp;nbsp;and also presents. But we can't see them or no even phone calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our son ( i rather not mention any names), got 8As in his PMR and the worst part is that we got to know about it in the news paper. How dreadful. I can see the proudness in my husband's eyes when he read the news. And this year, 2010...both of his daugthers will be sitting for exams, PMR and UPSR. But the fact that my husband has to accept is that they no longer need him. It hurts isn't it? My answer is ...i witnessed him waking up in the middle of the night with tears in his eyes telling me that he misses them very much. Well, that explained everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Divorce parrents is the crisis to the entire family. It become especialy difficult when children are involved. Children deeply suffer when parents they love fall into conflict and break their relationship. And in many cases the pain, hurt and confusion of divorce leave deep scars in kids' hearts. Many children secretly blame themselves, thinking that they might be the reason of a break-up.&amp;nbsp;From what&amp;nbsp;I know, my step children blamed&amp;nbsp;their father for&amp;nbsp;leaving them. My husband used to tell her daughter that he will come home when he has some money. But&amp;nbsp;he never did.&amp;nbsp;His ex wife fought for divorce in court and she won. That's the end of everything. Not really everything...a year later we got married and have two beautiful girls. But to me our life will be perfect when the three children join the family.&amp;nbsp;Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Khairina and Farhana keep on asking their daddy...'mana abang and kakak, daddy?' ...'kenapa abang kita tak tinggal dengan kita?' ...umph...tough questions. What will be the answers to these questions other than...'One day, I'll take you to see them....one fine day'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-2172812498769845345?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2172812498769845345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/mana-abang-and-kakak-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2172812498769845345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2172812498769845345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/mana-abang-and-kakak-daddy.html' title='Mana abang and kakak, daddy?'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3784561138217201996</id><published>2010-01-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:42:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koperasi Kita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband wrote;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;assalamualaikum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hospitalized in ipoh for 3 weeks in june last year (http://kerjaya-muslim.blogspot.com/) for meningitis, and the condition was actually very bad. Alhamdulillah, I’m back and back on track, continue to serve the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of the koperasi is actually very simple, to gain economically as we work together. There is a long list of what we can do to make it happened (http://ko-kita.blogspot.com/) as listed in my blog. The first move is to have our own hemodialysis center. We already have a verbal agreement with majlis agama islam dan adat melayu perak that they will send 30 of their sponsored patients in kinta to us as a start. Second, we already have our own CIDB building contractor license, and we move on from there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the biggest idea of this koperasi is to have our own hypermarket. In order to have one, we need at least to have 6,000 members. and for this reason, I really need your helping hands, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its not just going to be a hypermarket actually, I would rather call it a KOKITA Station where most of the things are centered there. A hypermarket, day care center for children and senior citizen, hemodialysis center, hotel and rest house, selling motor vehicle, housing and building developer, the one ringgit clinic or even hospitals with minimum charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How its work… very simple, we need at least 6,000 members in any given area, as for now is daerah kinta in perak, where I’m staying and where we are going to start the long journey… most of us going to hypermarket for our monthly needs for its cheaper there. I go to TESCO, some of us go to Giant and so on. If only we have our own hypermarket, I believe, all of us will go there. not only because its cheaper, but its ours. And at the end of financial year, we will also get the bonus and dividend. Say if we have RM 10,000 shares, at the end of the year or before hari raya, we can shop up to RM 1,000 free of charge at our own hypermarket as bonus and dividend for us – considering 1% set aside each month for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to get the RM 10,000 share…? we try to make it as simple as possible, we can have a loan or advance from the koperasi as we the koperasi will offer the facility to our member at interest free. Advance RM 10,000 and we pay back RM 10,000 to the koperasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We wont stop there, we will also sell cars at RM 30,000 for example and the members will also pay only RM 30,000.00. so will the houses or shop lots or buildings, if the price is RM 160,000, we will only need to pay RM 160,000 because we are our own builder and contractor. No more interest to pay, and we will be free from riba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If all this can happened in daerah kinta, can it happen in teluk intan or even in kuala lumpur or will it happen to each district in Malaysia? If it happened in Malaysia, can it spill over to the neghbouring country or at least our muslim brothers and sisters country…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear friends, I need all the support that I can get to make all this happen. I cannot do it a lone. We are not talking about thousands or millions to make all this to come true. We just need a minimum out of u for the benefit of our future generations…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s - for more details, please feel free to drop by at http://ko-kita.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3784561138217201996?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3784561138217201996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/koperasi-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3784561138217201996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3784561138217201996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/koperasi-kita.html' title='Koperasi Kita'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-2605990914460636388</id><published>2010-01-12T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:10:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yLo-o864I/AAAAAAAAACE/jpaeYuiKgdU/s1600-h/IMG_7895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yLo-o864I/AAAAAAAAACE/jpaeYuiKgdU/s200/IMG_7895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beloved family...at mom's place during raya in Putra Heights, Usj Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yMZqiScdI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ijdm9Pav0xg/s1600-h/IMG_7920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yMZqiScdI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ijdm9Pav0xg/s200/IMG_7920.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Khairina. Still has all&amp;nbsp;her teeth :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yPv9uBctI/AAAAAAAAACk/FOe_F_vaAxM/s1600-h/IMG_7853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yPv9uBctI/AAAAAAAAACk/FOe_F_vaAxM/s200/IMG_7853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My little sarawakian girl...ada rupa anak sarawak ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yO8KQAooI/AAAAAAAAACc/baTlMiJ6wGE/s1600-h/IMG_0162_1+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yO8KQAooI/AAAAAAAAACc/baTlMiJ6wGE/s200/IMG_0162_1+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-2605990914460636388?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2605990914460636388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-of-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2605990914460636388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2605990914460636388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-of-us.html' title='All of us!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0yLo-o864I/AAAAAAAAACE/jpaeYuiKgdU/s72-c/IMG_7895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-1331554872749127412</id><published>2010-01-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:39:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Putrajaya dan Anak Lawas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fuh, it's been a very long and tiring day. Dulu masa anak-anak belum start sekolah..nak bangun pukul berapa pun tak kisah. Sekarang no matter what, by 6.30 am mata dah kena celik. kakak went to bed a bit early today. She must hd a very tiring day. Slept at 8.30pm and hopefully she'll be sleeping untill morning. hari ni dia request nak tidur dengan daddy. Kakak has always been the one yang memang manja dengan daddy dia. Actually, when she was 6 mths old she was left home with her daddy. I went to work and my husband become the stay home dad. He was a programmer and basicaly operating at home. Since then she became her daddy's little girl. She followed him every where. Siap pergi meeting lagi dengan daddy dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was pregnant to Khairina during my final semester in Univ. She was my first baby and I had a bit difficult time adjusting myself as the only preggy mom surounded with all the single students. Hey, I was pampered not only by my hubby and friends even the lecturers too! My baby girl was born on the 6th of march 2004...2 days after my last final paper. She was born in Putrajaya Hospital and I spent my 'pantang' at my mom's in USJ5 Subang Jaya. Since Khairina was her first grandchild we decided to gave her the honour to take care us. She's not much of a picky kind of mom. So basicaly during Khairina's time I don't really have much experiance of&amp;nbsp; 'berpantang'. Just no seafood and no cold water. Unlike during adik's time...well, it was totally different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0x9OXxh4jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QyXkKnbZk9w/s1600-h/48.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0x9OXxh4jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QyXkKnbZk9w/s320/48.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This is where Farhana was born. Haspital Daerah Lawas, Sarawak. Yup, she's a Sarawakian. She was born on the 6th october 2005. She was 14 days overdue and the doctor decided to induced me. I heard lots of scarry tales regarding mothers who been induced but frankly speaking there's nothing to shout about... hahaha! I went through a normal labour pain and normal delivery. Alhamdullillah, there's no complication. Coz if there is, they'll be sending me to Miri or Kota Kinabalu by chopper!. Thank God! I spent my 'pantang' in Merapok (border to Sabah. About 40 minutes from Lawas) at my sister in-law's. She was a teacher in SMK Merapok. This time I was fully taken care of by my hubby. As usual no cold water, no seafood, no veges, no junk food and of course i had nasi and ikan haruan everyday!. Kat sarawak, ikan haruan dapat free aje. They all berpantang makan ayam kampung masak dengan all kinds of herbs.&amp;nbsp;Farhana was the only malay among 5 babies. Others was kaum Murut. The best thing was these people are all very friendly. We went back to Semenanjung when Farhana was 26 days old. Gosh...it was a momento! We are planning to go to Labuan somewhere end of next week. Thinking of bringing the girls along and planning to take farhana to her birth place in Lawas. Insya-Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-1331554872749127412?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/1331554872749127412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anak-putrajaya-dan-anak-lawas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/1331554872749127412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/1331554872749127412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/anak-putrajaya-dan-anak-lawas.html' title='Anak Putrajaya dan Anak Lawas'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0x9OXxh4jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QyXkKnbZk9w/s72-c/48.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3157095535547702708</id><published>2010-01-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:15:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little angels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0s9P4bCzAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyeI82RW8Vw/s1600-h/IMG_8028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0s9P4bCzAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyeI82RW8Vw/s200/IMG_8028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ni lah Puteri-puteri kesayangan Anne. Khairina dah almost 6 and Farhana is 4 1/2. Both dah start tadika tahun ni dan Alhamdullillah, they enjoyed their school days.&amp;nbsp;First day pergi sekolah, tak payah tunggu pun. We all tunggu sekejap, masuk kelas je terus balik. Ingat nak lah jenguk dia orang masa recess, tapi daddy dia kata no need lah.&amp;nbsp;Nanti bila tengok mummy and daddy, ad yang nak ikut balik. So, they manage to through their first day sampai habis sekolah at 12.30 pm. Kakak tak&amp;nbsp;da problem just that Adik jadi a bit serba salah bila jauh dengn kakak.&amp;nbsp;Dia orang ni memang rapat tapi kalau bergaduh mau riuh satu kampung. Tapi kalau sorang takda yang sorang lagi mula lah gelisah. Maybe sebab dia orang ni just 1 year gap. We&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;ada teori sendiri dalam besarkan ank-anak. Well, lain sikit dari orang lain tapi...it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0s-WgYFNsI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wzc33N_ULzs/s1600-h/IMG_8007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0s-WgYFNsI/AAAAAAAAABs/Wzc33N_ULzs/s200/IMG_8007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day...balik dari hospital&amp;nbsp; we all ajar&amp;nbsp;tidur dalam&amp;nbsp;keadaan&amp;nbsp;meniarap.&amp;nbsp;So bila tidur meniarap dia orang tidur lena. Tak mudah terkejut and bentuk kepala tak leper:-). Ada orang kata kesian kat baby nanti sakit pusat sebab tali pusat belum tanggal...I don't think so. Kalau sakit for sure my girls dah nangis. So dia orang ni tidur meniarap sampailah they're 2yrs old. Tapi as parents kita kena selalu alert especialy masa baby belum boleh angkat kepala sendiri. It can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, masa first day bawa baby balik rumah both I and my husband akan masuk tidur awal...around 9. Tutup semua lampu and sleep. So baby akan kenal masa siang and masa malam. So bila gelap aje it's time to sleep. Alhamdullillah, we all tak pernah ada problem anak tak tidur malam sebab bila gelap je mula lah dia orang lena. Yang paling best is that...kalau we all bawa dia orang keluar jalan-jalan or minum dengan friends malam...sampai je masa mesti dia orang tidur. Dari restaurant...masuk kereta...keluar kereta...masuk bilik tidur...they will sleep all the way. Pelikkan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all dedahkan anak-anak to all sorts of different enviroment. So that kalau pergi rumah orang they all akan behave. Jangan pegang barang yang bukan kita punya. Kalau pergi makan kat restaurant or hotels...kena jaga diri. Tak boleh berlari sana sini. And yang paling PENTING...kalau pergi shopping complex NEVER EVER nak minta yang bukan-bukan. So these two girls kalau pergi any shopping outlets for sure singgah tengok toys...tapi dia orang akan cakap "Mummy, kita orang nak tengok aje...boleh?" hehehehe...So, memang dia orang tengok aje. Sebesar-besar Toys 'r us tu...they all boleh jalan-jalan and tengok aje. Syukur sangat. Reason dia mudah aje. Since they are small...selalu bawa dia orang tour toys department. So bagi dia orang just touring around is something yang common. Bukan satu benda yang jarang-jarang and special sangat. Beli toys bukan satu kemestian. kalau beli memang I beli toys yang mahal...tahan lama even kena campak sekali pun tak mudah pecah. So, beli toys anak ni memang jarang-jarang le. Bila ada duit...baru beli. Sampaikan anak I tanya...Mummy ada duit tak? kalau ada kakak rasa macam nak beli Cd Mulan lah...boleh tak Mummy? Hehehe...so once again...Alhamdullillah. Yang penting kita ikhlas dalam besarkan anak-anak. Ada yang bertanya, bila lagi nak tambah yang ketiga...anak lelaki lah pulak. Umph...boleh ke nak pilih boy ke girl? Anne nak sangat baby boy...Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0tAVKu0_cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/guQdGae2A5U/s1600-h/DSCF4452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0tAVKu0_cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/guQdGae2A5U/s200/DSCF4452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3157095535547702708?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3157095535547702708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-angels.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3157095535547702708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3157095535547702708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-angels.html' title='My little angels...'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0s9P4bCzAI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyeI82RW8Vw/s72-c/IMG_8028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-3385746069772189917</id><published>2010-01-10T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:12:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0md_isb81I/AAAAAAAAABc/PAJULsnr55U/s1600-h/1msiafrontthb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0md_isb81I/AAAAAAAAABc/PAJULsnr55U/s320/1msiafrontthb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Malaysia is a vibrant and thriving country that situated in a very heart of South East Asia. The glorious Malaysia...my Malaysia. And I'm proud to be Anak Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malaysia is a multi-racial and multi-religious country with a population approx. 25 million peoples. By walking on the streets of Kuala Lumpur we can tell alot about Malaysia and Malaysians. You can find a Muslim woman wearing 'tudung' and baju kurung. At the same time there will be a chinese woman wearing modenize cheongsam and an Indian woman wrapped in a beautiful colourful sari...walking in the same street. And this is just a part of malaysia's landscape. We are living in one of the most peaceful country but yet there are some of us who don't even appreciate the peacefulness that we are living with now. How can this happen? C'mon, Malaysia has so much to be proud of, much to cherish and make us happy and that we just don't appreciate it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back at all the issues that keep on rising make me wonder...something is wrong somewhere, but what is it? Is it the system or the people it self?&amp;nbsp; People (the foreigners) are lauhing at us. We are not a narrow-minded community. There are many types of religous in this world but believe me every relegion wants their people to do good to the mankind.&amp;nbsp;Stop fighting over small&amp;nbsp;issues. Don't start to raise up small matters that we&amp;nbsp;ourself can just simply solve it.&amp;nbsp;There are always a start to everything.&amp;nbsp;Let us start our&amp;nbsp;day by saying I'm proud to be Malaysian and I will always be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-3385746069772189917?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/3385746069772189917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3385746069772189917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/3385746069772189917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-malaysia.html' title='My Malaysia'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0md_isb81I/AAAAAAAAABc/PAJULsnr55U/s72-c/1msiafrontthb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-2483746391279689547</id><published>2010-01-10T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:03:31.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sundays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the last day of my not so long 'so called' cuti :-) Such a long hectic week and I can still feel my body's aching. Garfield hates Mondays and me,&amp;nbsp;I hate Sundays.&amp;nbsp;Trying to enjoy the last few moments of freedom away from work, dealing with&amp;nbsp; bunches of difficult people and situation that often gave me endless headache.&amp;nbsp;I deliberately have been ignored some issues that required my attention. Gosh, too much of 'everything' and 'everything' tend to fall apart. Mom alwayas said that I'm not an organise person and hey, in some sense i thinks she's right. There are days when you feel like you have thousands of chores to&amp;nbsp;do and you don't even have the slightest idea which come first.&amp;nbsp;I carry a small pocket size notebook in my hand bag and at the same time a also have an organizer in my bag (been using and organizer since i'm in form 3) but still i tend to miss out a few important things at least few times in a week. How dreadful. What ever it is I believe that everything is in the hand of Allah. We just have to do our best and the rest is in His hand. Insya-Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-2483746391279689547?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2483746391279689547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-sundays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2483746391279689547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2483746391279689547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate Sundays!'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-2460125577089632748</id><published>2010-01-09T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:48:06.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ikhlas and redha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been almost two weeks we are in our new year...2010. Telling you the truth, i have nothing to look back in 2009. I have no good memories back in 2009 other than miseries. But, life has to go on. There are lots of things ahead of us waiting. Is it? Yes it is indeed. And that's how we should look at it everytime we are saddled with our past. I used to hate waking up in the morning and looking forward for the day to end. As a Muslim we pray to Allah in every prayers and live with concept of 'ikhlas' and 'redha'. Like I always told my husband it's always easy to say but believe me...it's not that easy at all! Been trying to be 'ikhlas' and 'redha'...huh...end up almost loosing my mind..hehehehe. Hey, it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through my own perspective, 'ikhlas' means not to expect anything in return and 'redha' means accept what ever that happens as a test from Allah. Umph...ok tak? Well, I guess there are still lots of studies to do regarding this matter. Like i said, it's not easy. If any of you guys out there would love to share bout 'ikhlas' and 'redha' please feel free to share it with me and others kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-2460125577089632748?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/2460125577089632748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ikhlas-and-redha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2460125577089632748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/2460125577089632748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/ikhlas-and-redha.html' title='ikhlas and redha'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127099549366237761.post-6758456740238719588</id><published>2010-01-09T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:15:21.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started</title><content type='html'>It took me a week to work on my new blog. I've decided to be a blogger...hahaha. I guess it's nice to share some of the things, in our daily live with all friends and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that i'd love to share with my fellow friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but believe me...this is not easy. I've learned a lot through out my life. I'll be 32 in May...so it's been almost 32 years now i'm struggling as a person and there are days that i stumbled and there are days i managed to walk through the days happily and peacefully. Thank God, I'm still alive and kickin' :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a daughter, a wife and a mother to two beautiful girls, Khairina and Farhana. They just started their kindergarden this year and both are enjoying their school days. My girls aged 6 and 5. They have totally different characters. How can that happen? Kakak was born in Putrajaya and Adik was born in Lawas, Sarawak. Umph, I guess that'll explain everything, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424660460358342674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0hD8pbEGBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jtXMzymI6Ag/s200/64.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, there's always a start to anything. And today is another start to another journey...me as a blogger :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*signing off*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4127099549366237761-6758456740238719588?l=anne-bahrin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/feeds/6758456740238719588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6758456740238719588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4127099549366237761/posts/default/6758456740238719588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anne-bahrin.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-started.html' title='Getting started'/><author><name>Anne Bahrin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02638443727697234664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0g_VoFngXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XLrEEuRSJyg/S220/reendik.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q1l3qXUloQw/S0hD8pbEGBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jtXMzymI6Ag/s72-c/64.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
