<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552</id><updated>2009-03-01T15:28:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryam's Daily Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>..... life is beautiful, live it to the fullest.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-6692135692658154736</id><published>2007-04-30T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:24:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved</title><content type='html'>Please visit my new blog at http://maryamsyahriman.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-6692135692658154736?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/6692135692658154736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=6692135692658154736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/6692135692658154736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/6692135692658154736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-115079925580359736</id><published>2006-06-20T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:27:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Specific to Talk About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took one day off from work yesterday and had a really good break (although I still have another 29 days leave until the end of the year). I wish I knew how I can finish up all these vacation days. Even getting one day off a week is difficult - what more for a whole month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas.. when I got to work this morning, I was faced with a number of issues. It wasn't related to my current post, but my previous post. The auditors are coming in tomorrow, and a lot of documentation have not been prepared. We had a meeting about this earlier on the 7th of June but I guess they didn't realize the kind of work that is involved to ensure everything runs smoothly. But I can only watch. I better keep my mouth shut and stop making nasty remarks about why things don't get done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received quite a number of belated birthday wishes today. I feel so much older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I have added &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahmed2004uk.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; into my list of favourite blogs. Check his webpage out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-115079925580359736?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/115079925580359736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=115079925580359736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/115079925580359736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/115079925580359736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-specific-to-talk-about.html' title='Nothing Specific to Talk About'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-115061773279339030</id><published>2006-06-18T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T16:02:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned 32 today. Scary. And I decided to change the look of my blog to make it look pinkish (makes me feel younger.. hehe). This morning, my twins wished me... "Hepi Berday mama" (after their dad taught them) so that really made my day. As I am writing my blog now (it is 3.52 pm) the younger twin had just walked out of the room. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy birthday to me. May the coming days make me a better person - an obedient servant of Allah, a loving daughter to my parents, a loving wife to my husband, a caring mother to my twins, and a trustworthy employee of my organization!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-115061773279339030?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/115061773279339030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=115061773279339030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/115061773279339030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/115061773279339030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114992088711147043</id><published>2006-06-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:28:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two-Month Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm.. Exactly two month since my last posting. I wanted to write, in fact there were so many things I wanted to talk about.. but I just couldn't. My life was in a turmoil for the past two months. The excitement of the new job and a new boss, the sadness of leaving the previous job, the death of a dear friend.. sometimes I felt as if there was too much to handle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Allah is great.. I am still standing strong. I am getting used to my new job and, I still spend some time to help my previous department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband has been extremely supportive.. and my darling daughters have been understanding, especially when mama has to work late nights!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114992088711147043?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114992088711147043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114992088711147043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114992088711147043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114992088711147043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-month-break.html' title='A Two-Month Break'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114463067459821101</id><published>2006-04-10T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:57:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past few days have been mentally and physically challenging for me. My colleague and I were on our to KL for an exhibition at Midvalley on Thursday afternoon when I received a call from a good friend of mine who happened to be in a meeting to discuss on staff transfer. "You are coming to my department by 1st June!" I said, "What? No, please, not your department. As what?" "Err.. legal" he sounded hesitant. I kept quiet. I simply said ok and disconnected. I cried, I cried so badly that I was unable to speak for sometime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Thursday. I was so upset that my newly appointed boss called me saying that he felt uncomfortable with the change since he is still new and I have been the backbone of my department for the past 6 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected over the weekend. I called my soon-to-be new boss and asked him what he expected of me, and what plans he has for me. We discussed for some time, and I am quite happy with the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to move forward and take up a new challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in change if it is in the right direction. To improve is to change so to be perfect is to have changed often. (read this somewhere...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114463067459821101?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114463067459821101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114463067459821101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114463067459821101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114463067459821101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-challenge.html' title='A New Challenge'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114367773837284572</id><published>2006-03-30T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T08:15:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are only 2 more days left before this major change takes place at work. It would definitely affect me badly, and I am not sure how much my work will be affected. But yesterday was the last meeting chaired by my boss, and he was very excited about leaving! Maybe he has had too much of office politics in the last 7 years! Anyway, last Tuesday, we had a presentation and I would remember what my boss said to me for the rest of my life... "Thank you so much for making my last job easy to complete!" I had tears in my eyes. I went to get something for him yesterday night, and after 15 minutes, I decided on a crystal which has a 3-d vision of a person playing golf - maybe to signify that he now has more time and can improve his golfing skills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent 2 hours at the KL International Book Fair on Tuesday morning. It may be short but I spent more than $200 buying books for myself and my children. I could have stayed longer (and of course spent more) but my kids were getting tired. Now, these books would keep me busy for the next 3 months at least!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114367773837284572?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114367773837284572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114367773837284572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114367773837284572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114367773837284572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/2-more-days-to-go.html' title='2 more days to go'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114318133891541079</id><published>2006-03-24T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:22:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it looks like I am only able to update my blog once a week now. This has happened two weeks in a row, which is not good. And this is the third time this is happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I attended a course from Monday - Wednesday this week, on Covey's 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. It was part of the common core courses that everyone is the organization must attend. We did even talk about the newest 8th habit that Covey had discovered. All in all, it was a very useful course. But it would only be more useful if we could practice it, not only at work, but at home. During the first day of the course, we were asked to think about our mission in life, what we are here for. And I suddenly felt so lousy. I mean, I have been such a bad muslim. I forget that I am a creation of Allah, and that I am here for one purpose only, that is to serve Him. I should plan on how to improve my life. Hereafter is my destiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened at work when I returned on Thursday. There has been rumours that my boss is about to be replaced by someone else since he has to concentrate on a special project under the vice president's office. Even he admitted it. I was a bit depressed back then, but he told me that it was bound to happen anyway. But on Thursday, I received news that they have appointed someone to replace him. And that person is someone I don't really favour. I even have &lt;a href="http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2005/11/hypocrites.html"&gt;posted my opinion&lt;/a&gt; on him some time ago. I was so depressed this time, I hid myself under a table. Shucks! If only people really understand his character! Allah, please protect me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114318133891541079?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114318133891541079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114318133891541079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114318133891541079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114318133891541079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/unexpected-change.html' title='Unexpected Change'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114256053453623279</id><published>2006-03-17T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:55:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proactiveness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do people like to point fingers at others when things don't go as planned? As executors and administrators, there is so much that we can do to make things go right. We've reminded, we've sent messages, we've called, but no one pays attention. And when asked by the CEO, you have the nerve to say that we are not proactive enough?? H*****!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114256053453623279?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114256053453623279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114256053453623279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114256053453623279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114256053453623279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/proactiveness.html' title='Proactiveness?'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114197198606937175</id><published>2006-03-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:26:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am getting tired of reading and listening to gossips about Siti Nurhaliza and her "beloved" (i.e. orang yang tersayang). A lot of people are saying that this special person is a certain Datuk K. In fact, Siti's love life became news - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/Tuesday/Mukadepan/20060306235109/Article/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;front page! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of one of the local newspapers. And today, the said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/m/BHarian/Friday/Mukadepan/20060309232048/Article/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Datuk K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was interviewed and the news appeared again in the newspapers. Can we just leave them alone? I am personally a big fan of Siti. And I am happy for her. I should be. Siti has the right to be in love, and she has the right to fall in love with anyone she wishes to. Who cares if the guy is 20 years older? She is the one who is going to share his life, not us! I wish someone would put an end to all these nonsense! We should be more worried about the petrol price! Siti, I hope you stay strong! This is BUKAN CINTA BIASA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cintaku bukan diatas kertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cintaku getaran yang sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tak perlu dipaksa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tak perlu dicari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kerna kuyakin ada jawabnya oh..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114197198606937175?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114197198606937175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114197198606937175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114197198606937175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114197198606937175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/siti-nurhaliza-and-datuk-k.html' title='Siti Nurhaliza and Datuk K'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114186460979071381</id><published>2006-03-09T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:36:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there light at the end of this journey????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114186460979071381?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114186460979071381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114186460979071381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114186460979071381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114186460979071381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114125825933761047</id><published>2006-03-02T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:10:59.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol, petrol, petrol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The price of petrol has gone up again. This time, not 5 or 10 cents, but it is 30 cents. Within one week, the price of every good in every shop on every street in every town will increase as well. My Unser now need more than $100 for a full tank. And if I drive to work everyday, that full tank can only last me 4 days. Can you imagine? It's a good thing I car pool with my husband now, so the cost is not that bad as his Satria requires half of what I spend on petrol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is so stressful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114125825933761047?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114125825933761047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114125825933761047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114125825933761047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114125825933761047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/03/petrol-petrol-petrol.html' title='Petrol, petrol, petrol!'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114082290750977688</id><published>2006-02-25T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:15:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you believe this??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received a surprise phone call yesterday, at around 11 am, just right after I finished presenting a proposal to my Management Committee. It was N, my best friend. She used to be my subordinate in 2000 - 2001, but there were only two of us in my department that we became so close. She left the company in the next year, because she had found a better job nearer to where she lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the last time I met N, was in 2002, when I was 4 months pregnant. She was then, filing for divorce from her husband. I was actually happy for her when I heard that, because her husband is always known to have affairs with various women. And he tends to use psychology to torture her, by accusing N of having affairs with other men. I think he was trying to make N feel lousy. I hated him since the first day I met him. There are a lot of other things that he'd done that I simply cannot write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When N told me yesterday that they were officially divorced in 2003, I simply said "Alhamdulillah". Her husband beat her (I think that was the first time) in January 2003, and she fell into a coma for 3 days. Hospitalized for two weeks, she went on to fight for her divorce. He promised to pay her nafkah for their four children, but ever since he remarried, those payments have stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, N had also remarried to a Muslim convert from the US. Truly, I am so happy to hear that. I am even happier to hear that he is able to protect her since her ex-husband keeps on sending messages to her using hurtful words. He even calls her a prostitute, and now, he is contesting that their four kids are actually not his. Can you believe it? He is such a b******! I mean, these are Muslims you are talking about. You have lived with your wife for nearly 13 years, had four beautiful kids, and now you are saying that she hasn't been faithful?? That is the biggest fitnah, and the worst that anyone could make!!!!!! I told N to take their children for a DNA test. At least to protect her dignity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am meeting N on Monday since I will be in KL. I just cannot wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah.. Allah is the greatest protector!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114082290750977688?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114082290750977688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114082290750977688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114082290750977688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114082290750977688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-you-believe-this.html' title='Can you believe this??'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-114024869543482687</id><published>2006-02-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:44:55.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received an email from my boss on Thursday.. "Thank you to everyone who made our effort to ...... successful. Especially to ..... who presented our proposal to the board &lt;strong&gt;via the impeccable slide presentation&lt;/strong&gt; (kudos to .... ). My name was mentioned. I have never been so happy. Usually, when we present things to the board, it would have to be more than once. Everyone admits that our board is the most difficult to get through. But alhamdullilah... this is all a blessings from Allah. I know for a fact that my CEO actually did solat hajat before the board meeting to ensure that everything goes well. So, alhamdullillah again. Everything went well. And I spent Thursday, doing unimportant things at the office because I felt so burnout after Wednesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom's elder brother was admitted to the Ipoh General Hospital on Thursday evening. He was actually going for his monthly check-up when the doctor suspected that he had a minor heart attack. My husband and I rushed home after work to visit him. Of course, he looks okay. The thing that really caught my eye was how accurate these people can be. His age was written as 69.9 years old. Whatever that means. He is getting better, and my brother has made a special request for him to sent to IJN for further checkup. I pray that he gets better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, is a Saturday. And I am resting at home with my kids. Have completed most of my work so I can concentrate on my kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-114024869543482687?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/114024869543482687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=114024869543482687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114024869543482687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/114024869543482687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/02/success.html' title='The Success'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113996570208903910</id><published>2006-02-15T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:22:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss writing. Lately, things have gotten so hectic that I leave office at 8 p.m. everyday. This is getting from bad to worse. Yesterday was the worst since my boss and I were stuck at the office until 9.00 p.m. trying to complete the presentation for the Board meeting which is today. And I am glad everything is over. Alhamdulillah. And I pray everything goes well today after all the hard work that we did. Hopefully the Board understands what we are trying to bring forward. Good Luck Boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to highlight that my last posting was on the 3rd of February,  about 12 days ago. A lot of things have been happening since then. The first thing I remember - Anugerah Juara Lagu when Mawi won Best Performance and Best Song under the Etnik Kreatif category. My own personal feeling, his vocal improved tremendously. He is now more confident, and his dancing skills also improved. Congratulations Mawi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin girls are now 2 years and 6 months. They are getting smarter now. They used to watch Barney only, but now they prefer Jurassic Park, and even Harry Porter. And I feel like such a lousy mom. I have been too busy with work, and I can only spend about 3 hours with them upon returning home from work. I try to spend more time with them during the weekend but then, my mind is too occupied with work that sometimes I miss what they are trying to say to me. They can say, "Mama, jalan baik-baik, nanti jatuh, sakit" (walk carefully or you'll fall) or "Mama, minum duduk, jangan berdiri" (don't stand while drinking) or "Mama, nak mandi swimming pool". Allah.. they are growing up so fast that I am getting scared!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Abang has been working hard too. He even had to work last weekend as the auditors were at the office. So, I actually miss spending time together as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I finished reading 3 novels last week. I find it hard to sleep now, so I try to read some novels to make me feel sleepy. But.. it doesn't really help though. I have read Ramlee Awang Murshid's Bagaikan Puteri, Izzul Izzati's Bukan Cinta Biasa and Norhayati Berahim's Dia Lebih Mengerti. I am getting hooked with Malay novels now so I am going to the bookshop again this weekend to get more books! :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate work now. It is just so demanding. There are so many things to do, and yet everyone is expecting you to do everything. But I am surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt something new... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Survival of Human Being is Not Determined by Its Strength, but Determined by Its Sensitivity to Changes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113996570208903910?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113996570208903910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113996570208903910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113996570208903910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113996570208903910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-miss-writing.html' title='I miss writing'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113898123864909640</id><published>2006-02-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:53:00.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Tanpa Cinta Mu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/1600/IMG_2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="352" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/320/IMG_2662.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Telah ku mungkiri janjiku lagi ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walau seribu kali.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ku ulang sendiri&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku takkan tempuh lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apakah kau terima cintaku lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Setelah ku berpaling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dari pandangan Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang kabur kerna jahilnya aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mengapa cinta Mu tak pernah hadir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subur dalam jiwa ku.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agarku tetap bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tanpa cintaku tetaplah Kau di sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku tanpa cinta Mu&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bagai layang-layang terputus talinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Masihkah ada sekelumit belas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mengemis kasih Mu Tuhan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Untukku berpaut dan bersandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku di sini kan tetap terus mencuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Untuk beroleh cinta Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Walau ranjaunya menusuk pedih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113898123864909640?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113898123864909640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113898123864909640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113898123864909640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113898123864909640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/02/aku-tanpa-cinta-mu.html' title='Aku Tanpa Cinta Mu'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113851297762783137</id><published>2006-01-29T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:36:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week That Was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was an incredibly busy week last week. I was occupied with work day and night.. and I am so glad that it is all over now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday morning, I received news that our good friend, Siti, lost her husband in a car accident. He was riding on his bike on the way back from Pasar Malam, when a car hit him. Hasbullah died on the spot. Arwah was only 30 years old, while Siti is still in her late 20s. They have two small kids, the elder one barely 3 years old, and the younger one reaching 1. Allah.. Please forgive him and place him next to your loved ones.. This is such a great test for Siti. And I pray that she be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I just couldn't imagine if I was in Siti's shoes. Will I ever make it through? Imagine the kids growing up without even knowing their dad. Allah.. But then, I have seen so many cases before this. My good friend, died of jaw cancer two years ago.. and now her husband is taking care of their only child. Another friend of mine, lost her husband six years ago.. and now she is taking care of her two kids, and to support herself, she opened up a nursery. And I have come across &lt;a href="http://nuun.blogspot.com"&gt;Norasyikin's&lt;/a&gt; blog, who died in a car accident about a year ago, and now the husband continues to update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. this is life.. and you have to be strong at all times if ever you are tested... Allah.. give me strength..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113851297762783137?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113851297762783137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113851297762783137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113851297762783137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113851297762783137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-that-was.html' title='The Week That Was...'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113771041797549627</id><published>2006-01-20T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:40:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom and Abang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19th of January is a special day for me. Two most important people in my life celebrate their birthdays today. My mother, the greatest woman on earth; and my husband, the most incredible person I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my friends ask me whether I made it a condition before I got married to find a husband that has the same birthday as my mother. I just couldn't stop laughing. Now, that is something extremely impossible to do. No, it was all a coincidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is an ex primary school teacher. She is smart, but because she did not have any chance to further her education (I think she would have easily made it into university if my granddad did not use the money for other things!) she chose to be a teacher. And mind you, she taught Primary 1 from 1969 up until 2000 - i.e. until retirement! And I realize how important it is to have a good teacher when you begin schooling.. because these teachers teach you how to read and write. Up until today, anywhere my mom goes, there'll always be one or two of her ex students greeting her - in the supermarkets, banks, government offices. And of course, she is a wonderful mother and wife.. Although at times she can become very strict because we get too lazy to study.. but she made sure we understood why. Mak, I love you. Thank you for being such a wonderful and understanding and loving mother! No money in the world could repay what you have done for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my friends ask me, what made me fall in love with my husband, I would always tell them one thing. Besides being such a loving person, the real thing that made me fall in love with him, is his sacrifice. See, my husband has, in some way or another, a similar background with my mom. Both of them were unable to enter university for some reason. Mom did not further her education because of her dad's actions. But my husband decided to sacrifice furthering his education for his mom. When my husband got into first year of matriculation, his mom (allahyarhumah) was diagnosed with third stage breast cancer. My husband, being the eldest and the only son, decided to stay home and take care of her. In fact, at the time of her death, he was the only one by her bedside. And I really admire him for that. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our difference in age (he is 4 years younger than I am) and education, he has been a wonderful and loving husband (of course we do have fights like any other couple). Thank you Allah, for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless my mom and husband, and grant them happiness in this world, and more importantly, in the hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113771041797549627?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113771041797549627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113771041797549627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113771041797549627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113771041797549627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-mom-and-abang.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom and Abang'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113712289303826863</id><published>2006-01-13T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:28:13.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am quite upset this morning.. not with anyone else but with myself. It was a very challenging day at work yesterday, and by the time my husband and I got home, it was nearly 7.00 p.m. When we got home, mom warned me saying that the kids have been throwing tantrums the whole day. Mom thinks that it was because they had little sleep during the day. They usually sleep around 2 to 2.5 hours in the afternoon but somehow yesterday.. it was for only 1 hour. So that's why the havoc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were too tired. And of course the little darlings just can't seem to get enough of us so they were playing and running around and making a lot of noise and jumping up and down.. That was when I sort of lost control of my temper and sort of yelled at them. The result... they cried. And the sound of their sobbing was just too much for me to take that I immediately felt so bad, and I started to have tears in my eyes. I did try to apologize, but I guess kids don't understand the word "Sorry"... And we have never felt so lousy like we did last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning, on our way to work, we discussed in the car about the kids. I am going to surf the net today, and find some articles on raising children. Any suggestions, anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113712289303826863?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113712289303826863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113712289303826863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113712289303826863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113712289303826863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/raising-children.html' title='Raising Children'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113699475265495434</id><published>2006-01-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:52:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sadness of Eid ul Adha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Eid ul Adha yesterday. So, to everyone, Eid Mubarak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly dislike thinking about Eid ul Adha because one day before 10 Zulhijjah in the year 1996, my beloved grandmother passed away. My grandmother, who took care of me since I was born until the day she died.. left us at about 8.30 a.m. on 9 Zulhijjah. And the worst part is, I wasn't by her side when she died, I was thousands of kilometres away from home.. She started feeling ill about 3 weeks before that, and my mother warned me to be prepared for all circumstances. I did not believe her. But by that time, opah (as I fondly call her) was already unconscious. And coincidentally, she died on the 27th of April - which is actually my elder brother's birthday.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opah was a very strong woman, and extremely patient even after all that my late grandfather had done to her. She was a pious muslim, and  a very obedient wife.. I pray that she is placed next to Allah's loved ones in the garden of Firdaus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much. And that is the reason why I don't particularly like thinking of Eid ul Adha, and that is also why everytime we celebrate Eid ul Adha and my elder brother's birthday, there are only tears in our eyes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opah... may we meet again in the hereafter.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113699475265495434?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113699475265495434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113699475265495434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113699475265495434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113699475265495434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/sadness-of-eid-ul-adha.html' title='The Sadness of Eid ul Adha'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113665169348896527</id><published>2006-01-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:34:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated New Year Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so tired today. The twins were very active today, trying to get their dad's and of course my attention. I kinda think that they miss us very much. They didn't see much of their dad while I was away as they were at my parents' house. We tried very much to give our fullest attention to them, and of course, I was nearly half asleep by the time I was trying to put them to bed. I wish I could make them understand how much I love them. Perhaps, one day... But for now, kakak and adik, mama and abah love you so very much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is just two days before Hari Raya Aidil Adha. We haven't done much though. My elder brother has gone back to Johor to my sis-in-law's house, so our house will be quiet this year. I still have to work on Monday, and will only be off on Tuesday, so I guess nothing much can be done. The worst thing is, I may have to be at the office early in the morning of Tuesday as we are running some examinations. Darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My significant other has started his new job at a pharmaceutical company just 5 kms from my workplace. It is a good change for us.. driving to and from work, spending 40 whole minutes in the car without any disruptions. Alhamdullilah, I pray that everything goes smoothly for him this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set some goals this year, the two most important being striving to be a better mother and spend at least 3 hours of quality time with kakak and adik (we already have plans to start trying for another baby end of this year), and secondly, trying to lose all the weight that I have gained while pregnant with kakak and adik! I have some few others.. and this year, I have actually written down all my plans properly. So, hopefully it will work this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah.. Thank you for everything.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113665169348896527?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113665169348896527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113665169348896527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113665169348896527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113665169348896527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/belated-new-year-posting.html' title='Belated New Year Posting'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113654141576501454</id><published>2006-01-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:56:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos to Share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/1600/IMG_2875.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/200/IMG_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The city of Addis Ababa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/200/IMG_2883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merkato - the biggest open market in Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1799/584/200/IMG_2926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;View of the highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113654141576501454?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113654141576501454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113654141576501454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113654141576501454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113654141576501454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/photos-to-share.html' title='Photos to Share'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113608107697707864</id><published>2006-01-01T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:04:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My last four days was spent in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Just a few months ago, I was in Khartoum, Sudan. Sudan and Ethiopia is just next to each other geographically.. but there is such a vast difference in terms of culture, and surrounding. Addis is located about 2500 feet above sea level, so I had a shock upon arrival at the airport. The weather is so cool, and very refreshing.. and so unlike my imagination that all African countries are hot and dry. It was almost like Melbourne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three days were spent completing the job that I was sent to do. It was pretty exciting, meeting new people, discussing about things and understanding how people work. And my last day was spent touring the city, shopping for things that are mostly cheaper than Malaysia. The driver took us to the highlands just to have a look at the scenery.. and Subhanallah! It was fantastic. I have never seen anything like that. Insya Allah, I will post some pictures later, once they are ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopians are mostly Christian Orthodox, and they have a different calendar from the rest of the world, and they celebrate Christmas on a different day. It was really interesting to see and observe what they do, and what their customs are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot help but think of the Sudanese brothers and sisters whom I met while I was in Khartoum 3 months ago. Of course, Ethiopians are slightly more modern than the Sudanese, and the development in Addis is a lot more noticeable than in Khartoum. But who can forget seeing these people praying along the roadsides, reading Quran while waiting for the bus (and the security guards will always have a Quran in their hands and reading it while working) and screaming happily upon knowing that the next day is Ramadhan? Allah.. it was the best experience I ever had. Sudan is definitely a place I would like to go again if I have the opportunity. And the brotherhood in Islam.. you can really feel it there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, it still feels good to be going back to Malaysia. I cannot wait to see my daughters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113608107697707864?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113608107697707864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113608107697707864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113608107697707864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113608107697707864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-my-way-back.html' title='On my way back..'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113564878833402677</id><published>2005-12-27T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:59:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from Mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is my second time here, being in transit in a city called Dubai. While waiting for my turn to pray Subuh (by the way, it is now 5.20 a.m. here in Dubai), I decided to try out the wireless internet connection at this Business Lounge. I miss home dearly. I miss my twins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry sweethearts.. mummy will be back soon. Thank you abang for allowing me to go on this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113564878833402677?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113564878833402677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113564878833402677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113564878833402677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113564878833402677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2005/12/message-from-mummy.html' title='A Message from Mummy'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113555224682623248</id><published>2005-12-26T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:10:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have To Leave My Kids Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I have to go through all this? Why do I have to leave my kids again for 6 long days????? I feel like such a lousy mom. I tried to warn my kids this week, "Nanti mama pergi XXXXX, kakak dengan adik jangan nangis yer.. jangan cari mama yer.." (I am going to XXXXX, please don't cry.. and please don't look for me okay?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger one seems stronger and more understanding. She would just nod her head and smile, and tell her twin that I will be going to work. But then the elder one.. she's different. She'll make this really sad face, and say "kakak nak mama" (I want you mom). It really breaks my heart to see them like this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I be financially independent so that I don't have to work and I can then look after my kids??????? See.. this needs planning..... I should start doing so. But then how can you even sit down to plan your future when you have so much office work to complete????? (Yeah right.. you still have time to blog right??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my wellbeing while I am there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113555224682623248?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113555224682623248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113555224682623248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113555224682623248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113555224682623248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-to-leave-my-kids-again.html' title='I Have To Leave My Kids Again...'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537552.post-113523939693554429</id><published>2005-12-22T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:16:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Needed Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I definitely deserve that long break. I needed it. We needed it. We had a fun time with the kids. My twins, as usual, attracted too many comments from the public that we decided that it was a bit too much. I mean, anywhere we went, it was like, "Are those twins?" "Kembar yer?" "They look exactly the same" "They look like their father". Allah... Thank you for this beautiful gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the zoo was enjoyable. My kids had so much fun running around that towards the end of the visit, they suddenly decided that they are too tired to walk. So, my husband and I had to carry them. Now, that really made us tired since each of them weighs almost 16 kgs! The funny part was when we watched the multi-animal show. The orangutan was so clever, and when it waved goodbye, my twins couldn't resist shouting "Bye Bye Monyet" (Bye Bye Monkey) loudly - and that really caught everyone's attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, Aquaria was a different story altogether. If you have not been, you should. No, you must. It was incredible. I even feel that it is better that Sydney Aquarium and definitely better than Underwater World Langkawi. You can see Allah's creation around you! Magnificent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself too much I guess.. and I now I am not in the mood to work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537552-113523939693554429?l=maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/feeds/113523939693554429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537552&amp;postID=113523939693554429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113523939693554429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537552/posts/default/113523939693554429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryamsyahriman.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-needed-break.html' title='A Long Needed Break'/><author><name>Maryam Syahriman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06244314536757114937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03735412813954895473'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>