tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72262083313241818622024-03-05T17:46:19.101+08:00Walks of LifeRahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-69942104925019725252022-06-20T13:38:00.002+08:002022-06-20T13:38:35.555+08:0013 Tahun Sudah Berlalu<p>Diam tak diam, sudah 13 tahun berlalu semenjak aku menulis dalam ruang ini. </p><p>Banyak yang telah berlaku, membuat aku rasa untuk menulis semula. Tapi tak tahu nak bermula dari mana.</p><p>Mula-mula ingat nak mulakan blog baru. Tapi aku sayang blog ini.</p><p>Jadi.. hello semua.</p>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-47702828440407708202009-03-25T09:13:00.004+08:002009-03-25T09:29:55.332+08:00Our 9th Wedding AnniversaryYesterday, 24th Mac 2009 was our 9th wedding anniversary. How time flies *sigh*... Nevertheless, Alhamdulillah...thank you God the Almighty for giving us the most wonderful and blessed life together. We've had problems, we've had our ups and downs, but Alhamdulillah, so far we have been able to face everything together. It takes a lot of patience, both for me and him.<br /><br />Dear hubby and I have different personalities. He loves the outdoor, football and fishing especially, but I love indoor, cooped up with my books and my laptop. He loves adventure, but I'm the timid ever cautious type of person. He's a quiet person, prefer to think rather than talk..but I'm a bubbly person..non-stopped talking. Hehe..But we try to find our common ground. While he watches football, I will sit beside him and do my reading. Sometimes our fingers entangled together with both our children sleeping on our laps. And when he goes fishing, I will be at his side too, but with my books of course :)<br /><br />I know we still have a long long way to go, Insya-Allah...but I just hope that the happy and blessed life we have now will remain this way. I hope both of us are tough enough to go through whatever tests that will be coming along the way. I pray that our life together will always be blessed by Allah the Almighty and may our love remains strong both in this life and hereafter, Insya-Allah...Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.<br /><br />Enough of that ramblings...so yesterday I had another reason to bake! Hehehe... Dear hubby is not someone very fond of cakes though..he prefers the simple and plain type..no icing.. So, I baked a banana cake, and then wrapped it with white fondant. This is my first attempt ever to cover a cake with fondant. Hmm..had quite a 'tiring' time and had to get help from my mom when covering the cake with the big layer of fondant. Printed an edible image of our wedding pix, did some simple deco with chocolate ganache and walla...our cake is ready! :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeC3_OzRw8Vu8iQ4ej6loXVMKij01k3F5sjp4ex3BC7ZQNfEEd7bQI7DR9HnRxyX35EbRs9zIs5lG4fyXsD8b2ZcnehCd4UXKHze78Y_UNLxpU-lQq07v2-FCEQRRwOvZY6jJ2opnMHk/s1600-h/IMG_3990.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeC3_OzRw8Vu8iQ4ej6loXVMKij01k3F5sjp4ex3BC7ZQNfEEd7bQI7DR9HnRxyX35EbRs9zIs5lG4fyXsD8b2ZcnehCd4UXKHze78Y_UNLxpU-lQq07v2-FCEQRRwOvZY6jJ2opnMHk/s320/IMG_3990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316930417589422306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlkb1yCguEh1sHbimokUoJkjtfhSVpnJ_N3-Da_ew9jWWU543KipleCT1efG4HQ6RIGUlH7jEpqsxoNoUJmDKiri99CnuPgHkm_RwXr1QljVkoDXX6SePP7ColmFYjVh5LwplGz9Ui70/s1600-h/IMG_3998.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlkb1yCguEh1sHbimokUoJkjtfhSVpnJ_N3-Da_ew9jWWU543KipleCT1efG4HQ6RIGUlH7jEpqsxoNoUJmDKiri99CnuPgHkm_RwXr1QljVkoDXX6SePP7ColmFYjVh5LwplGz9Ui70/s320/IMG_3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316930630760390418" border="0" /></a><br />Happy 9th Wedding Anniversary for me and my hubby :DRahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-75867106811503503802009-03-16T16:46:00.003+08:002009-03-16T18:06:27.759+08:00Happy Birthday Ibu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2euWs4-iS2T3TdZx-mAqJfGDCTQBrfDAW95bw_muCnFIsemFj7XgxSMak0yYd_XxbgNqm1y965s0Ejqntmj-ltthaW4FNaiOxzmyH5eS2YEhLvd_s3L81516sf16lk7mG2AYWrBo7MI/s1600-h/IMG_3959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2euWs4-iS2T3TdZx-mAqJfGDCTQBrfDAW95bw_muCnFIsemFj7XgxSMak0yYd_XxbgNqm1y965s0Ejqntmj-ltthaW4FNaiOxzmyH5eS2YEhLvd_s3L81516sf16lk7mG2AYWrBo7MI/s320/IMG_3959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313704464076570498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_9yxP17jGRAIR6NRN7FKQtuz1GXPbFoTNW8ikaaHC8FTwC5HgEa3MwAKzD2XhCYwqAbfsl1ovhA2dWWt0npgRxoagNekzD0AzpXcDoEvPbi4ghJYbd0ITe85dmHJsID6j6DsYdgl7uo/s1600-h/IMG_3960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_9yxP17jGRAIR6NRN7FKQtuz1GXPbFoTNW8ikaaHC8FTwC5HgEa3MwAKzD2XhCYwqAbfsl1ovhA2dWWt0npgRxoagNekzD0AzpXcDoEvPbi4ghJYbd0ITe85dmHJsID6j6DsYdgl7uo/s320/IMG_3960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313724768683129538" border="0" /></a>Seems like birthday occasion will always be the reason for me to update the blog. Hehe..LOL<br /><br />Yesterday, 15th Mac, was my mom's 67th birthday. Since my dad passed away, we have never celebrated her birthday. No cakes, no birthday song. Just a simple wish from us. But since it's been almost 5 years, and mom has been quite happy these days (able to control her emotion better), I decided to bake her a cake. (Well..just a good reason for me to execute my hobby, eh? Hehe..). My little family stay together with my mom, apparently I can't do the baking behind her. So, early in the morning I just wished her and that's it. I just make a 'muka toya', like nothing will happen.<br /><br />After lunch, I started my baking operation. This is quite normal to my family as baking has been a routine for me these days. I decided to make one of Chef Alex Goh's chocolate cake, and tried my hand on moulding flowers from gum paste. Made some lilies, simple roses and simple star flowers. I left my laptop on, hoping that my mom will spend her time surfing. (Yes, my mom surfs the internet, hehe..I frequently find her blog-hopping, or visiting her favorite websites, and lately I found her surfing online shops...haihhh...<span style="font-style: italic;">aku ajar sikit aje..makin terror lak dia..aiyaa</span>).<br /><br />Secretly I decorated the cake, light a candle, turned off the lights...and when everything is done, I gathered my kids..and me, dear hubby, the kids and Bibik brought the cake to her while singing her a birthday song. :) My mom was so surprised, but I know she was very very happy. It warmed my heart to see her smile so brightly. I miss that smile! And I know she appreciated my effort. Usually my mom only eats plain cake (non-decorated cake). But she finished up her slice of cake..(which is coated with thick chocolate ganache)..and this morning, she ate another slice! Wahhh...I'm feeling very very very happy.<br /><br />Ok..Ibu, if you are reading this (yes, I know you read my blog, hehe..), just know that we love you very very very much! All of us...Intan, Zul, Harith, Hannah, Abang Nol, Kak Liza, Dian and Hafiz...Eventhough we can never replace Ayah, but we will try to make you happy. I know I might be a very stubborn, naughty, and sometimes <span style="font-style: italic;">mulut laser</span> daughter, but one thing is clear..I LOVE YOU IBU! MUAHHHHSS!!!!!Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-12190788122819700182009-02-23T22:01:00.003+08:002009-02-23T22:23:25.423+08:00Happy Birthday HoneyToday is dear hubby's birthday. He's 34 today :)<br /><br />As the global economy is not in a very good condition, ahaks..so the presents have to wait. He's not someone into presents anyway. For him, birthday is just a number. He never bother to make a big deal out of birthdays.<br /><br />But me...errr..for me, birthday is important. It's been that way in my family (I mean, my 'original' family - my parents and my bro) for as long as I can remember. So, I came up with an idea how to celebrate his birthday without having to spend too much.<br /><br />As I love baking and I still have lots of bake stuffs at home..hm..yeah..you got it right..so I baked some cakes! Hehe..again, they were steamed cupcakes but now with chocolate flavour. As dear hubby is a HUGE fan of football, particularly Arsenal, I came up with a football theme. I spent the whole morning doing the deco. (The cakes were done earlier during weekend, but I kept them hidden from him). Fortunately dear hubby went to the office early today. So after I've finished the deco, I called my hubby's assistant, Nazruddin, who is also a family friend (err..kind of..as Din's father and my father were childhood friends) and asked him to collect the cupcakes at the guard house and arranged for a small gathering of friends and surprised dear hubby. Fortunately Din agreed. So at 2 p.m., my mom and I went to Rapiscan Systems to deliver the cake. I had to drive very slow as the rain was pouring heavily. Didn't want to mess the deco. Hehe..<br /><br />Anyway, Alhamdulillah...I managed to fulfill my dream of giving dear hubby his football theme cake. I've dreamt to do that eversince I'm active in the baking world (which is really only a few months, hehe..). Alhamdulillah..I consider the deco was quite beautiful, considering I'm only a beginner. This is only about the 7th time I've done cake decorating. Hahaha... So, below is the cupcakes, lovingly baked and passionately decorated by a wife who loves her husband very much. Cewahhhhhhhhhhh...ahaks.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sjaMtdGzK_zeRK68C0A_7oz8EOIRbLj87gqjHgC9OWCFjsBNEpw6PgmR0kXIclGxOee-79Q1SjdckNU97REqVgAyN5L4UzAIK8I-YZuUYDDe655MgxXWyHW7YCFbyoIxWyJmWGflJBM/s1600-h/IMG_3833.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sjaMtdGzK_zeRK68C0A_7oz8EOIRbLj87gqjHgC9OWCFjsBNEpw6PgmR0kXIclGxOee-79Q1SjdckNU97REqVgAyN5L4UzAIK8I-YZuUYDDe655MgxXWyHW7YCFbyoIxWyJmWGflJBM/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997276310747090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4RyCqPHezQdFNr1zyuV1reVuz8n9SSXJj8E6NCieYbT_hKHgvLTlpcr5HsgzqqjPIcGIIihLp_vqbH4Oxnwq1EK7iil6Ku-bIHY_Lx-edhbYtlZ6YcZiO0iL7gwArq62Yp3_EXYKgBc/s1600-h/IMG_3829.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4RyCqPHezQdFNr1zyuV1reVuz8n9SSXJj8E6NCieYbT_hKHgvLTlpcr5HsgzqqjPIcGIIihLp_vqbH4Oxnwq1EK7iil6Ku-bIHY_Lx-edhbYtlZ6YcZiO0iL7gwArq62Yp3_EXYKgBc/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997000706890642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">To my husband, Zulkifli bin Othman....<br /><br />Happy birthday Honey...May you have many more happy years to come, may you be showered with God's love and rezki. I love you!<br /><br /></div></div>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-68805259239400739832009-02-16T17:25:00.003+08:002009-02-16T17:31:13.158+08:00Way Back Into LoveAs promised, an entry about this song. You can hear the song in my playlist that I've just added.<br />I really love that movie..and I really loveeeeeeeeeee that song! I never knew Hugh Grant could sing...and he does have that voice! Wahlauu...IMHO, that guy is good looking as well as has a nice voice.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Way Back Into Love<br />by Hugh Grant And Haley Bennett </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I've been living with a shadow overhead</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been lonely for so long</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Trapped in the past</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I just can't seem to move on</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Just in case I ever need them again someday</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been setting aside time</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> To clear a little space in the corners of my mind</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> All I want to do is find a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I can't make it through without a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been searching but I just don't see the signs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I know that it's out there</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> There's got to be something for my soul somewhere</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I've been looking for someone to shed some light</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Not somebody just to get me through the night</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I could use some direction</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And I'm open to your suggestions</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> All I want to do is find a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I can't make it through without a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And if I open my heart again</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> There are moments when I don't know if it's real</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Or if anybody feels the way I feel</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I need inspiration</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Not just another negotiation</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> All I want to do is find a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I can't make it through without a way back into love</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And if I open my heart to you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> I'm hoping you'll show me what to do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> And if you help me to start again</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> You know that I'll be there for you in the end</span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Oh oh oh</span><br /><br />Hmmmm......I'm quite lost right now...blur..stone..stuck...<br />Please...guide my way back into love?<br /><br />Who wants to love me?<span style="font-style: italic;"> Angkat tangan! </span><br /><br />Lalalalalala.......Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-66705896901235443352009-02-16T09:26:00.006+08:002009-02-16T10:06:07.789+08:00Tag by Fazid pulakkkI got another tag today by my friend <a href="http://fazidbrisbanestory.blogspot.com/">Fazid</a> who's currently living in Brisbane,pursuing her dreams. <span style="font-style: italic;">Aihh...mementang la aku nih minah leleh sket, ko bagi aku tag romantik ek..hehe..ok..layannnzzzz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Please copy the following rules in your post (as usual)<br />1. You have to point out 5 romantic movies that you would love to share with your loved ones..<br />2. It doesn't have to be in order.. as long as you love the movies, it will be fine..<br />3. You have to tag another 5 person to answer this tag</span><br />..................................................................<br /><br />I'm in a <span style="font-style: italic;">rajin</span> mood today, so elaborate <span style="font-style: italic;">sikit</span>. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppMqjK_8_hCmdJZ5EMP6qhY1O3Vcr-U9_BLWTv0KByPP6jV6wezzU5b3_W4aQ3R-QVyQk1yUeK-ak5XPgP8ZxcvQV9SpgaJQ8vOnDUPGG2bOdDfoa702Uj7FNbN79klD-SV0364H_Av4/s1600-h/GHOST.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppMqjK_8_hCmdJZ5EMP6qhY1O3Vcr-U9_BLWTv0KByPP6jV6wezzU5b3_W4aQ3R-QVyQk1yUeK-ak5XPgP8ZxcvQV9SpgaJQ8vOnDUPGG2bOdDfoa702Uj7FNbN79klD-SV0364H_Av4/s320/GHOST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204274040176066" border="0" /></a>1. GHOST - the first romantic movie I've watched. If I was not mistaken, I was in Form 4 when the movie was released. Look at the cover, and you know it's a romantic movie. <span style="font-style: italic;">Tangkap leleh</span>..especially the <span style="font-style: italic;">tanah liat</span> scene..ahaks.. ;)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FnoRy62k4Z2lRj99PkAZgmzgS53AcCeT_JQ1_8GQlkFG-xXYBELBKibtOrr0fKRqPnyxMdI7e7EfqF3QjzhQzCOgzCHITQnvmp5inAAF0QvyNb5Nn6axKAHKeoX2_0WCAJz_WguN_Yw/s1600-h/Pretty-Woman-movie-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FnoRy62k4Z2lRj99PkAZgmzgS53AcCeT_JQ1_8GQlkFG-xXYBELBKibtOrr0fKRqPnyxMdI7e7EfqF3QjzhQzCOgzCHITQnvmp5inAAF0QvyNb5Nn6axKAHKeoX2_0WCAJz_WguN_Yw/s320/Pretty-Woman-movie-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204392877156866" border="0" /></a>2. PRETTY WOMAN - my all time favourite..also released when I was still in school. I fell in love with Richard Gere, hehe..I particularly love the scene above..it was so playful and naughty when Richard shut the box and Julia gasped and quickly pulled her fingers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27wYxAHFvqF3A4jn4R1tfBgzB21bAH8OZfDOYgtGtuUKa89xt7GpS6FAmNKNmM5fSRMZdxtx75WlcoA51i-sT6aBkuHbAVCSko6QIuk7KsdR4Sb7rU7JQIO97_HPb2wUUnesBWtXY8Ek/s1600-h/while_you_were_sleeping.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg27wYxAHFvqF3A4jn4R1tfBgzB21bAH8OZfDOYgtGtuUKa89xt7GpS6FAmNKNmM5fSRMZdxtx75WlcoA51i-sT6aBkuHbAVCSko6QIuk7KsdR4Sb7rU7JQIO97_HPb2wUUnesBWtXY8Ek/s320/while_you_were_sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204480377719778" border="0" /></a>3. WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING - was released when I was in 2nd year university. Watched the movie with my friends, Gee, Dida and Hazleen. Hazleen was drooling over Bill Pullman, hahaha...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmV2P4ceHA3X4Ew9OyM4nqZSTxbdCGRnGIHuZvDit5dmVI5KyCu1LUNLXtfOGheYrM7CmjYyFYqhL-6Z_lECayIaJ7OJI6rdjd79Ph7QJCrlu2XYIm_QjeLytDJ8X7EnD45ExjKVvcX0/s1600-h/music_and_lyrics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmV2P4ceHA3X4Ew9OyM4nqZSTxbdCGRnGIHuZvDit5dmVI5KyCu1LUNLXtfOGheYrM7CmjYyFYqhL-6Z_lECayIaJ7OJI6rdjd79Ph7QJCrlu2XYIm_QjeLytDJ8X7EnD45ExjKVvcX0/s320/music_and_lyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204589062100642" border="0" /></a>4. MUSIC AND LYRICS - watched this last year at ASTRO. Love the dialogues, but I especially love the song, Way Back Into Love. Will write about the song in my next entry.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVsvhfifyGQz5LpfjEj_Rw-xYNyttDyCxTTsHJhi8OXEFRF7UjbHzNeFdIuUKnq9cFILHxi6Z6L8yaOWF2T5xGnmDH5vsVIuecchM0xjO8I-dfIffuy-t1ru_4Eo49LMih8cKrekGmLc/s1600-h/ps-i-love-you.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVsvhfifyGQz5LpfjEj_Rw-xYNyttDyCxTTsHJhi8OXEFRF7UjbHzNeFdIuUKnq9cFILHxi6Z6L8yaOWF2T5xGnmDH5vsVIuecchM0xjO8I-dfIffuy-t1ru_4Eo49LMih8cKrekGmLc/s320/ps-i-love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204708397761106" border="0" /></a>5. P.S. I love You - watched this movie last year when dear hubby rented the CD when we were in Los Angeles. I've written an entry about this movie. <span style="font-style: italic;">Memang </span>SURE <span style="font-style: italic;">tangkap leleh punya</span>.<br /><br />Orait...who's going to be next?<br /><br />1. <a href="http://arifnco.blogspot.com/">Kham</a><br />2. <a href="http://aramis2177.blogspot.com/">Farah Hasliana</a><br />3. <a href="http://shahussin.blogspot.com/">Sha Hussin<br /></a>4. <a href="http://anndee72.blogspot.com/">AnnDee</a><br />5. <a href="http://suesamsudin.blogspot.com">Sue Samsuddin</a><br /><br />This is just for fun..it's ok if you girls don't answer the tag. :)Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-51678156044737824212009-02-14T14:14:00.004+08:002009-02-14T14:23:47.414+08:00Tag by KhamAlahai..kena tag pulak by Kham...since I got nothing to do, layannnnnzzzzz...:D<br /><br /><div>1. Go to your photos folder in your computer.</div><div>2. Go to the 6th folder of photos.</div><div>3. Go to the 6th picture in that folder.</div><div>4. Put the picture on your blog and description of it.</div><div>5. Invite six friends to join the challenge.</div>6. Link them in your blog and let them know they have been challenged.<br /><br />So, here we go...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcK5pp5mi6tIecInj_7zQTnAviF8Tm1EQXdR9fHLPVaKnEBqxLvPV_gdrKYhBt8_rd12zPER8_etA72pZAPgQo6e13yY-51w6-w6N0G-l1NUYJoW_if1cMwYkAluMG8DYOXr-98lxnBU/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcK5pp5mi6tIecInj_7zQTnAviF8Tm1EQXdR9fHLPVaKnEBqxLvPV_gdrKYhBt8_rd12zPER8_etA72pZAPgQo6e13yY-51w6-w6N0G-l1NUYJoW_if1cMwYkAluMG8DYOXr-98lxnBU/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302533504619217826" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Picture taken on 16/12/2007 at 6.38 p.m. <br /><br />Abah was busy washing his Bemmers...abang and adik was busy <span style="font-style: italic;">mengacau</span>.<br />And Ummi was busy capturing the moment.<br /><br />Hmm..need I tag anybody? Hmm...takpe la kot..tak semua org rajin wat tag nih. :)Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-21379952891112389782009-02-13T16:45:00.002+08:002009-02-13T16:47:41.961+08:00A New Look AgainI went to my brother's place yesterday. He commented that my blog skin 'is too dull and looks old'. Hehe..He added, "You have been doing jobs for the old people that even your own blog looks old'.<br /><br />Haihhh..so I spent the whole day looking for a new template. None impressed me. But I had to settle on something! <br /><br />Finally grabbed this on.<br /><br />So dear brother, I hope you like this one. Even if you don't like, <span style="font-style: italic;">nyah tak kisahhhh laa...tak kuasa you!</span>' :-DRahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-54782464120077709522009-02-12T19:34:00.003+08:002009-02-12T19:38:44.093+08:00Petua Untuk HatiI got the article from one of the mailing list that I subscribed- Tmn2Syurga. I would like to share with my readers. However, it is in Bahasa Melayu.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" >Petua untuk Hati</span><br /></span></span></div><span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" ><strong>Istimewa untuk hati yang sedang bersedih, jiwa yang sedang berduka, minda yang sedang berkecamuk, inilah petua terbaik buat mengubat resah dan gundah:<br /></strong></span> </span><ul><span><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Amalkan tasbih, tahmid dan takbir</span> - Inilah petua yang diberikan oleh Rasulullah SAW kepada anaknya Siti Fatimah.</span> </span></strong></li></span></ul> <ul><span><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Berdoa </span>- Mohonlah kepadaNya. Ingatlah, doa itu senjata bagi orang mukmin.</span> </span></strong></li></span></ul> <ul><span><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sibukan diri dengan sesuatu </span>- Lakukan aktiviti yang boleh melupakan segala kekusutan seperti perbanyakan membaca al-Quran & pelbagai bahan bacaan, terlibat dengan aktiviti usrah, kemasyarakatan dan sebagainya</span> </span></strong></li></span></ul> <ul><span><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Luahkan perasaan anda</span> - Bermacam cara boleh digunakan untuk meluahkan perasaan. Carilah seseorang yang paling anda percaya (sebaiknya yang ada pertalian darah atau orang yang arif dalam agama), menulis diari atau catatan harian, menulis blog dan sebagainya</span> </span></strong></li></span></ul> <ul><span><li><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Senyum</span> - Apabila berada dalam tekanan, cubalah untuk senyum. Senyumlah dihadapan cermin dan lihatlah diri anda yang sedang tersenyum. Ia mampu menenangkan fikiran dan hati</span></span></strong><span><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br /></span></strong></span></li></span></ul> <div align="center"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">- wallahualam -<br /></span></strong><br /></span></span></div><span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><strong>" wahai tuhan ku, aku tak layak kesyurgamu ...namun tak pula aku sanggup keNerakamu..<wbr>.......,kami lah hamba yang mengharap belas darimu ........Ya Allah jadikan lah kami hamba2 mu yang bertaqwa....<wbr>..ampunkan dosa2 kami, kedua ibubapa kami, dosa semua umat2 islam yang masih hidup mahupun yang telah meninggal dunia."</strong></span><br /></span>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-76309088717896175142009-02-12T09:55:00.003+08:002009-02-12T10:03:03.347+08:00AloneDear readers,<br /><br />Have you ever feel alone?<br />Quiet....lonely....alone...<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sunyi....sepi....bersendirian...</span><br /><br />The children might be screaming...squeeking...fighting...<br />The room might be full of a crowd<br />The tv might be on<br />The radio might be blasting<br />But yet...<br />You feel....alone...<br /><br />Unable to express your feelings...<br />For no one might be interested to know<br />Keep them all to yourself<br />The person that you feel closest to you<br />Might also be the person that least understand you.<br /><br />Hmm....<br />Life is such<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kasih sesama manusia, satu hari pasti ada terasa kecewa</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kasihi Allah, Dia tidak akan mengecewakanmu dan Dia akan sentiasa ada di sisimu</span><br /><br />Subhanallah Walhamdulillah Wallaillahaillallah WallahuakbarRahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-47075105966087459982009-02-11T10:00:00.001+08:002009-02-11T10:02:09.678+08:00Allah Knows<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpjIsSdsT6A&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpjIsSdsT6A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />When you feel all alone in this world<br />And there’s nobody to count your tears<br />Just remember, no matter where you are<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />When you carrying a monster load<br />And you wonder how far you can go<br />With every step on that road that you take<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />CHORUS<br />No matter what, inside or out<br />There’s one thing of which there’s no doubt<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br />And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth<br />Every star in this whole universe<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />When you find that special someone<br />Feel your whole life has barely begun<br />You can walk on the moon, shout it to everyone<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />When you gaze with love in your eyes<br />Catch a glimpse of paradise<br />And you see your child take the first breath of life<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />CHORUS<br /><br />When you lose someone close to your heart<br />See your whole world fall apart<br />And you try to go on but it seems so hard<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />You see we all have a path to choose<br />Through the valleys and hills we go<br />With the ups and the downs, never fret never frown<br />Allah knows<br />Allah knows<br /><br />CHORUS (x2)<br /><br /><br />BRIDGE:<br />Every grain of sand,<br />In every desert land, He knows.<br />Every shade of palm,<br />Every closed hand, He knows.<br />Every sparkling tear,<br />On every eyelash, He knows.<br />Every thought I have,<br />And every word I share, He knows.<br />Allah knowsRahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-49154227764098127202009-02-10T12:12:00.002+08:002009-02-10T12:23:52.551+08:00Attitude ProblemKali ni aku nak membebel dalam Bahasa Melayu. Tak kose nak menyusun ayat cakap omputih.<br /><br />Citenye gini. Tahun lepas, sebelum aku fly ke LA, dlm bulan Julai 2008, aku dah antor 3000 buku ke sebuah agensi keraajaan di negeri Johor nih. 3000 buku tuh 2 titles lah..jadi ada 2 L.O (surat pesanan kerajaan daaa..) yang bernilai agak boleh tahan gak laaa. Aku punya la anto cepat, dengan harapan lepas balik L.A, dapat la bayarannya.<br /><br />Balik aje dari L.A hari tuh, aku pun called up bos bahagian Kewangan agensi tuh. Dia kata, "Dah anto L.O kat SUK dah..tapi masih lom dapat peruntukan, jadi takde la payment lagi..". Fine..aku pun accept la kata-katanya ittew...kot la orang kat SUK terlebih keje awal tahun kan..tak dapat nak proses L.O aku tuh.<br /><br />Now dah nak masuk pertengahan bulan Februari, aku call lagi ke agensi kerajaan yang cukup femes dengan tari menarinya itu. Cakap dgn orang yang in-charge antar kat SUK, konon nak follow up dgn sape dia hantar tuh..sebab menurut kawan aku di Pejabat Bendahari, takde masuk pun lagi dokumentasi utk Dwi Imej.<br /><br />Nak tau apa dia cakap?<br />"Ooo...saya baru aje hantar ke SUK, kak."<br /><br />WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTT???? What the hell????<br /><br />Aku pun ape lagi kan...Mood memang sedia tak baik sejak semalam, dengar camnih lagi la nak meletup. Tapi kusabarkan jugak. Adab orang berpuasa, kena banyak bersabar. <br /><br />Tanya elok2, "Kenapa baru hantar? Akak dah submit sejak bulan 7 tahun lepas lagi."<br /><br />Jawapannya, "Ya...L.O tu kena submit dengan SUK bersama dengan bukunya sekali."<br /><br />Respon aku lak, "Buku2 tu akak dah hantar ke sana sejak bulan 7 tahun lepas tu lagi laa...ada 3000 naskhah dok dalam setor tuh."<br /><br />Jawapannya, "Ya, saya baru ambil daripada Cik Mat."<br /><br />@!$#%^#!$&^#$*&!($^!@%$^#$@!^%$&*@!$*!%$#!@&^$*@!(#!^$&!#%$!^@$@#*&!@#*<br /><br />You know what kind of attitude is that????<br /><br />Jenis suka amik mudah kerja.<br />Jenis lembab buat kerja.<br />Jenis tak reti buat kerja.<br />Senang cerita, jenis menyusahkan orang.<br /><br />Macam manaaaaaaaaaaaaa laaaaa bisness orang Melayu tak bungkus, kalau macam gini la gaya attitude pekerja kerajaan???? Sedia maklum, kebanyakan biz Melayu ni mesti nak kena dengan gomen. Nih tah berapa lama pulak aku nak tunggu untuk dapatkan payment.<br /><br />Tension, frust, kecewa, menyampah, putus asa...macam-macam berkecamuk..serabut kepala hotak aku nih. Tambah lagi dengan beberapa masalah peribadi yang lain.<br /><br />Dugaan...dugaan...<br />Sabar...redha...pasrah...<br />Allah Maha Mengetahui apa yang terbaik untuk kita. Pasti ada hikmah di sebalik semua dugaan ini. <br /><br />Ya Allah, pinjamkan kepadaku secebis kekuatan-Mu. <br />Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-18095521003806378792009-02-09T20:46:00.008+08:002009-02-09T21:17:39.178+08:00DBP Charity Sale For Children of GAZAMy friend, <a href="http://zurahalid.blogspot.com/">Azura Halid</a> from DBP called me the other day. She informed me that DBP (Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka) will be holding a charity sale at Danga Bay's Festive Mall on 9th February 2009. It's for NST's fund for GAZA. So she asked whether I have anything to give for sale. After thinking for a while, I decided to bake some cakes for them to sell. I spent last Saturday and Sunday baking. And below are the results:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_udHgDSZtu2LhWr7cOdcXk3dV783VcuXpqUpjBBXPcnBvLCOkwSeDX0oRuWgicR-EV_d5sSxmouqAMwThz9iKVf3UoX3IzSnsJw5kTm7Q0_iRMHH4-A4MUZOzh7yGLqNE67ZpB4CBio/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN_udHgDSZtu2LhWr7cOdcXk3dV783VcuXpqUpjBBXPcnBvLCOkwSeDX0oRuWgicR-EV_d5sSxmouqAMwThz9iKVf3UoX3IzSnsJw5kTm7Q0_iRMHH4-A4MUZOzh7yGLqNE67ZpB4CBio/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300782185694539778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steamed Chocolate Cake Topped With Chocolate Ganache and Chocolate Rice<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dwxLH3nytYwC5B64_9B3h7AbwXQbH_5ILI2VlQn1wjc-Bo7GmycgHr2kYu7HurdwBzS37dz_4rMFNFTSQcTvutqmigB-8qq_dJM2PLTiNC36xtQVrPg5aA6-FRdrpsgGeiCupfQesjM/s1600-h/IMG_3741.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0dwxLH3nytYwC5B64_9B3h7AbwXQbH_5ILI2VlQn1wjc-Bo7GmycgHr2kYu7HurdwBzS37dz_4rMFNFTSQcTvutqmigB-8qq_dJM2PLTiNC36xtQVrPg5aA6-FRdrpsgGeiCupfQesjM/s320/IMG_3741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300782823968169186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Steamed Orange Cupcakes Topped With Mix Buttercream Icing Decos<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">According to Azura, everything was sold out by 3 p.m. (The sale started at 11 a.m.)... Alhamdulillah....I'm so glad that I could do something for the children of Gaza. It may not be big, and it might not make too much difference..but I'm really happy that I was able to do it. Praise to Allah Who has given me the strength and determination to kick the small project.<br /></div></div><br />Anybody interested to order? Hehehe... ;)Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-17681863348846247672009-02-08T23:27:00.003+08:002009-02-08T23:40:15.768+08:00Dwi ImejI finally created the blog for my business, Dwi Imej.<br /><br />Dwi Imej is the name of my company, a home-based free-lance graphic design company specializing in paper printing products (i.e: books/newsletters/bulletins/cards/programme books etc.). It was originally created by my late Dad in the year 2000. When I returned to Johor Bahru in 2002, I was pregnant with Harith. Being preggie, I couldn't apply for any job. (My line was Management Information System). Hence, I joined the company. When Dad passed away in 2004, I fully took over the company. I terminated my salesman (I felt I was not confident enough to provide a rice-bowl for a family) and I run the business single-handedly. Of course dear hubby and my Mom were my biggest supporters. And I felt dear Ayah was always there with me too. Dwi Imej has always been a home-based company. So I was lucky to be able to juggle my time freely between my business and being a mom. I feel quite satisfied to be able to be with Harith and Hannah during their early growing up years. :)<br /><br />Based on the portfolio, I feel that Dwi Imej has been quite successfull. But business has been quite slow lately. Most of the customers are government agencies and it's a known fact about them - they pay very late (still waiting for last year's payment..haihhh).<br /><br />Anyway, feel free to drop by the blog to view my works. Enjoy... :)<br /><br /><a href="http://dwi-imej.blogspot.com/">Dwi Imej - http://dwi-imej.blogspot.com</a>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-84398902440623457732009-02-05T12:17:00.003+08:002009-02-05T12:38:46.367+08:00Oh No...Not Again... :(It happened...again.<br /><br />I lost someone who was very closed to me. He was the 'father' that I've known through out my life other than my real father. I remember him taking care of me when I was about 4 or 5 years old. I remember him hugging and kissing me and carrying me to and from the shops, attending to my whining and crying when I was just a small girl. I remember him being the busiest person during my wedding (he was in-charged of the food part) I remember him comforting me when I lost my father. And I remember him advising and guiding me back to the religious way when I was in my darkest hour. He was my uncle, Ahmad bin Haji Hussien, my Dad's brother.<br /><br />A phone call in the middle of the night is definitely not a good thing. Most of the time it would mean someone in the family is dying or is already dead. True enough, another uncle informed me that Pakcik Amat, as we fondly called him, has died. It took me about 3 minutes to digest the news before I finally woke dear hubby and my mom to break the news. Less than 10 days ago, I met him at his home before my trip to Melaka. Although I knew he's suffering from some unknown disease (he refused to go the hospital), but it never crossed my mind that we would lose him so early. He was only going to be 54 this coming 10th April. <br /><br />My heart breaks for Cik Idah and their kids. Akmal is supposed to be married this year (I wrote about his engagement in one of my early entry). Hanum is in her final year in Universiti Utara Malaysia. And the youngest, Zihah, is waiting for her STPM result. Just like my Dad, Pakcik Amat passed away suddenly. I mean, they were fit at the time of their death! Well, we know they might be sick, but they were not hospitalized or bed-ridden! In fact both of them went out driving a few minutes before their death. It was so easy breezy for them...Alhamdulillah...but we, the loved ones, it's hard to explain the feeling of being left, without any goodbyes or any warnings. SNAPPED! You are suddenly an orphan or a widow. Having been in their shoes before, I definitely can relate to what they must be feeling now.<br /><br />Dear readers, please convey Al-Fatihah to my uncle, Allahyarham Ahmad bin Haji Hussien and my Dad, Allahyarham Abdul Rahim bin Haji Hussien. <br /><br />Dear God, please forgive all their wrongdoings and accept all their good deeds. May Allah blesses their souls. Amin.<br /><br />Hmmm...I have to brace myself. Anxiety disorder.....grrr...here we go again......<span style="font-style: italic;">Dugaan..dugaan</span>...I know I can go through this. <span style="font-style: italic;">Allah tidak akan menduga hambanya lebih daripada apa yang mampu dihadapinya</span>. Subhanallah...Subhanallah...Subhanallah...Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-67712123820448335042009-01-27T17:27:00.018+08:002009-01-27T21:07:31.585+08:00A Short Trip To MelakaHi everyone. Haven't been updating the blog for so long. One main reason = I'm as busy as a bee. Reason of being so busy = being a driver to Harith / resuming my duty as a stay-at-home mom (cooking, cleaning, teaching) / resuming my duty as a business owner to Dwi Imej (which blog is yet to be created....haihh)...meeting customer, printing dummy etc. / promoting my new venture (Hannah Edible Image) which has received a few orders since its launching almost 2 weeks ago...and the list can go on and on.<br /><br />Thanks to CNY celebration, I managed to catch my breath this week. Harith is having his school holiday for one whole week. Last Saturday, we decided to go to Melaka. My sister-in-law stays there with her husband. We stopped by at my Dad's home in Batu Pahat. So we only reached Melaka on Saturday night. Lazying around the house on Sunday, and only went out to eat at a famous Cendol stall in Bukit Cina. A friend of mine promoted the stall in her blog (unfortunately her blog is in private mode, so I can't point you there). Anyway, my personal opinion, I don't find any speciality with that cendol. I've tasted better (Sorry Sue :) )<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9B19rEqAlvfLtYUrhvJoDrlVsJJ5oQM9BFu-QCIwDgsBuvz7eg8TsNMMHPeQxUyKMl2mZuGdtJN5hR-IvEExhbFDqPPo9FYsvl20FdPdt8oBzhvviDarS_zYFTdXTwMBNTC8XnwGJP5s/s1600-h/IMG_3555.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9B19rEqAlvfLtYUrhvJoDrlVsJJ5oQM9BFu-QCIwDgsBuvz7eg8TsNMMHPeQxUyKMl2mZuGdtJN5hR-IvEExhbFDqPPo9FYsvl20FdPdt8oBzhvviDarS_zYFTdXTwMBNTC8XnwGJP5s/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295906124069487010" border="0" /></a>The small hemisphere stones behind Harith are actually very very old Chinese tombstones<br />(from Malacca Sultanate era).<br /></div><br />Then we just drove around town without stopping. The latest Malacca attraction, 'Menara Taming Sari' is situated in the town center. Harith wanted to take a ride in it, but dear Hubby refused. Reason, 'The ride is not thrill at all." Hehehe...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge48tYwaDXi29qiRwFxgCJLpLPzbXz44iSH3rOeWaxEGN6u84_5zdETcvTZZTWqnsSqvAsLZ_H9I99FzSeDxVkz9pfE8U9OFjfEwvXfKJju1hABAk4YnGoT5F4cYw2jrv4ShNJSTG9xA0/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge48tYwaDXi29qiRwFxgCJLpLPzbXz44iSH3rOeWaxEGN6u84_5zdETcvTZZTWqnsSqvAsLZ_H9I99FzSeDxVkz9pfE8U9OFjfEwvXfKJju1hABAk4YnGoT5F4cYw2jrv4ShNJSTG9xA0/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295944839423508786" border="0" /></a>Next we went to the Portuguese Settlement. We planned to have our dinner there, because I saw 'Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan' in TV3 and the food seemed so delicious. But unfortunately when we arrived, almost all the food-stalls serve alcoholic drink. So, <span style="font-style: italic;">terus</span> cancelled the plan. We only stayed for a little while, watching the sunset.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMfNXgwBjGHLLd8xtqHvw4FJYXBaNMINVxY0jgHgfdstcrbJEPPeyvzLENYQVW9C2TE3oZPszP0La7qQBYxHhvGJgTZedcgxK-jmlLaG2ypIszEG3tmUsUYkxIRdH3yw2bBp668nMM94/s1600-h/IMG_3574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMfNXgwBjGHLLd8xtqHvw4FJYXBaNMINVxY0jgHgfdstcrbJEPPeyvzLENYQVW9C2TE3oZPszP0La7qQBYxHhvGJgTZedcgxK-jmlLaG2ypIszEG3tmUsUYkxIRdH3yw2bBp668nMM94/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295945650331260050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOki3WjIERD58nkgHIgwAYSFiy0lp0pwNoxuMLX_ekX5Pu6TGj9AEfF6AzyBePbn09yM7t5eOitX1IK6oXIpM0qsUg0F3Wy8fXVOwf3hGGyXSdFkUmCCW0Ac70rP7QlPS5EiN50VBK4as/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOki3WjIERD58nkgHIgwAYSFiy0lp0pwNoxuMLX_ekX5Pu6TGj9AEfF6AzyBePbn09yM7t5eOitX1IK6oXIpM0qsUg0F3Wy8fXVOwf3hGGyXSdFkUmCCW0Ac70rP7QlPS5EiN50VBK4as/s320/IMG_3589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953223012739890" border="0" /></a>On Monday, we went for a camping/picnic at Pengkalan Balak. It's about half-an-hour drive from my sister's place in Taman Merdeka, Batu Berendam. It was quite crowded. Almost all the chalets were fully booked. We managed to find a nice spot and put up our green tent. Earlier in the morning, I've prepared marinated chicken and we had a great time barbecueing at the beach. Harith and Hannah especially, enjoyed themselves making sandcastle and splashing in the water. Actually, Hannah is quite afraid of the ocean. So she clunged to her Daddy's back. While Daddy did the real swimming, she splased her legs too, pretending to be swimming. Hehehe...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEukhsSt6WNMSD16oBDHPf6jChMRbhXeRalG56NvwpHGgFTOS8D-3pLQWSYqavWRaqrC0o8civnmneSlb1WE9Q0Gt6F4DlV_ttyWc5wlrkHY5NDkf-GkUy0ex-l49GWJFON_ak4qA3hkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEukhsSt6WNMSD16oBDHPf6jChMRbhXeRalG56NvwpHGgFTOS8D-3pLQWSYqavWRaqrC0o8civnmneSlb1WE9Q0Gt6F4DlV_ttyWc5wlrkHY5NDkf-GkUy0ex-l49GWJFON_ak4qA3hkQ/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954501504332754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqTZbttLPl2lT4I0UG8ZLXqOomhmUSpeGDDsWbuBZn4_76Y7PGGKFaOKJhUCUbdS4PGeV7NGcvSOasaKMxADkXQ9cRB5u7k4cLo8rAxqj1PAyAWKi_qjzbK1jCDNOOtZ1QUBgehs3a44/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqTZbttLPl2lT4I0UG8ZLXqOomhmUSpeGDDsWbuBZn4_76Y7PGGKFaOKJhUCUbdS4PGeV7NGcvSOasaKMxADkXQ9cRB5u7k4cLo8rAxqj1PAyAWKi_qjzbK1jCDNOOtZ1QUBgehs3a44/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954628948789794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8VfgbqEbIETl-RhVZ_o0cxaH6204l_6LPLTkbxGQTjfDoeCcskQonue15XJLUbZoscHxGfk3rdqmmMM0cQpbmrKDImv7Sc8QLjLEesFhjKDbSEwQ_v0DDUtmQU_oiBZIzRYovprEt6w/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8VfgbqEbIETl-RhVZ_o0cxaH6204l_6LPLTkbxGQTjfDoeCcskQonue15XJLUbZoscHxGfk3rdqmmMM0cQpbmrKDImv7Sc8QLjLEesFhjKDbSEwQ_v0DDUtmQU_oiBZIzRYovprEt6w/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295955222498556290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcEdvV8M-6dkYPIM_8wJwW8sjJXG94D6O6E6-_hX3uCNvh-JXwX-yHYYh9rZdMqGGXwnxFiry2zkLie8yvGpCo9iJrXp_vPqLr3vQy5n18ze4uFl_ITi9YgVUQpKOwcpGTt7Orya1PmA/s1600-h/IMG_3628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcEdvV8M-6dkYPIM_8wJwW8sjJXG94D6O6E6-_hX3uCNvh-JXwX-yHYYh9rZdMqGGXwnxFiry2zkLie8yvGpCo9iJrXp_vPqLr3vQy5n18ze4uFl_ITi9YgVUQpKOwcpGTt7Orya1PmA/s320/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295955620104944898" border="0" /></a>My sister-in-law, barbecueing the chicken.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE283F6kN4zEWXOvtZoZqCQcqcpLzMr6edsTvIU5PK1RY3xvcKWP8-NXS6J7RlANxS58kKTtnyjYeyLZkVGolathELGHJJeTceeyjiA8Td9rByCPnpvNEdJ1nuRKkCLe_tYqSQg7mbfoE/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE283F6kN4zEWXOvtZoZqCQcqcpLzMr6edsTvIU5PK1RY3xvcKWP8-NXS6J7RlANxS58kKTtnyjYeyLZkVGolathELGHJJeTceeyjiA8Td9rByCPnpvNEdJ1nuRKkCLe_tYqSQg7mbfoE/s320/IMG_3629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295955955771015618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGDmGc3KXHcjQ-b6FK3olCWOgxM8eYcg6_QIzt1p_7exylJJNf4F8TGhnCk9hRFhVAGSinW6X1hFUTJk3fvC6gz2-Tb0OUAqZG8k_4DNvOejDY-Ar-rZ-Alu3BNn_WVhr2mH21qKdEVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGDmGc3KXHcjQ-b6FK3olCWOgxM8eYcg6_QIzt1p_7exylJJNf4F8TGhnCk9hRFhVAGSinW6X1hFUTJk3fvC6gz2-Tb0OUAqZG8k_4DNvOejDY-Ar-rZ-Alu3BNn_WVhr2mH21qKdEVQ/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295957932355273154" border="0" /></a>My boy, goofying around with Ummi's camera inside the tent.<br /></div><br />The weather was quite hot. The sun was blazing. I forgot to buy sun-block lotion. As a result, my kids had sun-burnt. Arghhhh...what a bad mother I am :( But they didn't care though. They were still actively playing and running around. We stayed till around 7 p.m. I love watching the sunset. I managed to catch a pix of some college boys playing around in the water. NO, I didn't snap the pix because of the boys, hokayyy :D It's because of the 'terjun tiruk' stunt that they pulled in contrast with the sunset background.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubArkY6F45M-A9DXrD-KS51ix7keHLaHErIiLwbKNckb79sOYdDQA19wykfCAAwqxU65Ii82WSYwPM07RqGUWJ43vT_VnWQy-VZZX7mYqAgoyAKySalqmmDUgiQsYyhvWjQJILGnS8Nw/s1600-h/IMG_3672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgubArkY6F45M-A9DXrD-KS51ix7keHLaHErIiLwbKNckb79sOYdDQA19wykfCAAwqxU65Ii82WSYwPM07RqGUWJ43vT_VnWQy-VZZX7mYqAgoyAKySalqmmDUgiQsYyhvWjQJILGnS8Nw/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295957642701353874" border="0" /></a>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-73354038144813449482009-01-14T10:19:00.007+08:002009-01-27T17:25:16.016+08:00Hannah Edible ImageI'd like to announce that I'm offering the service of edible image printing. For those who don't know, edible images are real-life images (i.e your own pix/cartoon characters) that can be placed on cakes/cupcakes/cookies and are printed by using edible ink and frosted sheets. Please see the sample below:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJygcj6o75EiVad95nGukFDUCTl0FU9jmeextCb38DhgA5_OFBMBMBt206rccH9V46WCpCCo0aFc29qlRg9ECRGhq2GgQ3dq8JwDccBk11SE3B1mg-yDT8LNicJh3jW1BE2BavKqXLRE/s1600-h/sample+kek+thomas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJygcj6o75EiVad95nGukFDUCTl0FU9jmeextCb38DhgA5_OFBMBMBt206rccH9V46WCpCCo0aFc29qlRg9ECRGhq2GgQ3dq8JwDccBk11SE3B1mg-yDT8LNicJh3jW1BE2BavKqXLRE/s320/sample+kek+thomas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295901879119180802" border="0" /></a>It's becoming a big hit in Malaysia market now, but it's hard to find places that offer such service. I'm operating from home in Johor Bahru, and I do the printing myself. So rest assured that your images are printed in a Halal-based environment. Customers from outside Johor Bahru are also welcomed. Orders will be posted by Pos Express.<br /><br />For more information, please visit my other blog:<br /><br /><a href="http://hannah-edible-image.blogspot.com/">Hannah Edible Image</a><br /><br />I'm very new in this cake deco biz. So any comments are very much welcomed and appreciated. TQ. :)Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-18687822075052861192009-01-08T19:36:00.006+08:002009-01-08T20:04:59.685+08:00I'm FlatLife has been quite hectic for the past few days. This week, a new era has began for me as well as for my darling son. Harith has started his official schooling life this year. He's in Standard One for both Sekolah Kebangsaan Bandar UDA 2 (national school) as well as Sekolah Agama Bandar UDA (religious school).<br /><br />For the national school, he is in the afternoon session. So naturally, religious school will be in the morning. Currently the day for religious school are only on Monday and Thursday, from 7.15 a.m. till 11.45 a.m. , and for the national school, at 1.00 p.m. till 6.30 p.m., daily. So for Monday and Thursday, it's quite a rushing time for him. The administration of the religious school has informed the parents that they might changed the schedule to daily, but with shorter time range. Maybe it'll be around 8.45 a.m. till 10.15 a.m. I will welcome the change if it's true, because it means Harith will have more time to rest in between two schools.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTihps1XynozoeWkcF1UROkLUTdx3wSDkCqBDD1fWcTdsnjMugFcb8f1zZgPfel8eHmZJgv9ERQHW7Ezntn2mdMPhS9YjbEl84X9jk__-CxbS8_sLdvPZaAZLSmCuQQshu0yEqU0bUHA/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTihps1XynozoeWkcF1UROkLUTdx3wSDkCqBDD1fWcTdsnjMugFcb8f1zZgPfel8eHmZJgv9ERQHW7Ezntn2mdMPhS9YjbEl84X9jk__-CxbS8_sLdvPZaAZLSmCuQQshu0yEqU0bUHA/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288891539531889170" border="0" /></a>Harith, in religious school uniform.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxdSK6Z1_-DZ62vZh0byhQ9e01vjeGeY5_bhVx67tTodTGusDf3TLmH90IteBSPYlbFVdIa6qGlMgtxijeI9_a5ws8w8dwACrKbqsNaOjUY4AyfYs7eQ53vDf4_zHDZ93FGoy2QXkR-k/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxdSK6Z1_-DZ62vZh0byhQ9e01vjeGeY5_bhVx67tTodTGusDf3TLmH90IteBSPYlbFVdIa6qGlMgtxijeI9_a5ws8w8dwACrKbqsNaOjUY4AyfYs7eQ53vDf4_zHDZ93FGoy2QXkR-k/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288892001958692514" border="0" /></a>Harith, in national school uniform.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">At the moment, both me and him are still adjusting to the new lifestyle. But I think I'm the more concern and 'over-acting' one. He still keeps his 'cool' personality...taking everything light and easy. Grrr...(have to blame his dad's gene for it! isk..isk..)<br /><br /></div></div>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-278972950757151112009-01-07T20:02:00.006+08:002009-01-07T21:08:35.294+08:00Harith's 6th BirthdayLast Saturday, we celebrated Harith's 6th birthday. It was a belated celebration. The actual date is on 30th December. We were still in Kelantan then, and we had the 1st celebration over there.<br /><br />He wanted a car birthday cake. <span style="font-style: italic;">Lightning McQueen</span> from the movie 'The Cars' is his favorite character of all time. So when we were in LA, I bought a McQueen cake pan. He finally got his wish. I stayed up till 3 a.m. in the morning to decorate the cake :) It was very tiring, but it was worth it as I saw his big smile when he woke up and saw McQueen The Cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbqJ_hXpLD8QrIyV4XNkT-m-jSTlmRKi3TN3Sid6RUw2qDOlhagmxQEbn0NE7prE7x8PEaRcNnxzQ69bD7358w_BWZTyoJTC4NmGQZoTXkU9WEwzY-AAKO6vm2AtY1lXmtGI-3d8FhLk/s1600-h/IMG_3364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbqJ_hXpLD8QrIyV4XNkT-m-jSTlmRKi3TN3Sid6RUw2qDOlhagmxQEbn0NE7prE7x8PEaRcNnxzQ69bD7358w_BWZTyoJTC4NmGQZoTXkU9WEwzY-AAKO6vm2AtY1lXmtGI-3d8FhLk/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288522703493786562" border="0" /></a>It was only a small family lunch celebration. We didn't invite anybody else except for my brother and his family. So on Saturday morning, I did some cooking and came up with Nasi Minyak, Ayam Masak Merah, Acar Buah Epal and Sup Sayur. My mom cooked Pulut Kuning, Rendang Daging and Bubur Jagung. Only my niece was absent as she had some activities in the campus.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUrD4L7_cFmks4fr2pcQjfwPBewogsjogfN2sQajM279l4Q1Y6Xn86s4rBj7AdZVK2ZAWksDqkzADSpgwWge1v4f7ppTBPWrdFD6PNswJNisHTy95IdhyphenhyphenFPPUMH-eQBDm7zM6TulRwSQ/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtUrD4L7_cFmks4fr2pcQjfwPBewogsjogfN2sQajM279l4Q1Y6Xn86s4rBj7AdZVK2ZAWksDqkzADSpgwWge1v4f7ppTBPWrdFD6PNswJNisHTy95IdhyphenhyphenFPPUMH-eQBDm7zM6TulRwSQ/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288523964456681170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkRaa7PMhzfI2MaEjTdc1aH5OdTVUHGtL-s-XQY5meFv5gtM4B6a5bQEbyo89I_6KUHUqY3oQjUi0KlTkhc-WX93nRusGcAAy-q0nncHWNKRTJXXph_oGsfqC-wcqH_cZT5NXE5lu0WQ/s1600-h/IMG_3368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkRaa7PMhzfI2MaEjTdc1aH5OdTVUHGtL-s-XQY5meFv5gtM4B6a5bQEbyo89I_6KUHUqY3oQjUi0KlTkhc-WX93nRusGcAAy-q0nncHWNKRTJXXph_oGsfqC-wcqH_cZT5NXE5lu0WQ/s320/IMG_3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288524173195252802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYeODHI81qJB_sekHv0RJYEgtmrFeTbFK1pX2S0Os1h7rFFnlbPy5rXuq8_NHs0Z3bSm7ryYzOam_C37U06Z4W-rsURmvFdne5RkJ9irxOWTcGxPYWwUvLZ66WykwkS706a2-W3KinlY/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYeODHI81qJB_sekHv0RJYEgtmrFeTbFK1pX2S0Os1h7rFFnlbPy5rXuq8_NHs0Z3bSm7ryYzOam_C37U06Z4W-rsURmvFdne5RkJ9irxOWTcGxPYWwUvLZ66WykwkS706a2-W3KinlY/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288524523954564146" border="0" /></a>A very happy birthday boy :D<br /><br /></div>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-82685674738014421492009-01-01T11:39:00.001+08:002009-01-01T15:11:21.749+08:00Hello 2009Hi all...it's been a longgggggg time.<br /><br />I'm back in Malaysia...err..since Thursday, 18th December. But I was off to Kelantan on 20th and spent almost 2 weeks there. Now I'm back in JB...flat beat.<br /><br />In 2 weeks, I covered half way around the world, and Peninsular Malaysia (from Sg. Golok to Selat Tebrau).<br /><br />**** Yawnnnn****<br /><br />Just stopping by to say Hi and Hello 2009 and Salam Maal Hijrah 1430 to my visitors.<br /><br />May all of us have a wonderful and prosperous year ahead, Insya-Allah.Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-43368399977334936322008-12-16T08:27:00.000+08:002008-12-16T09:28:21.862+08:00Picking apples and Christmas @ The GroveSince the weekend would be our last weekend here in LA, we decided to do something that we haven't done before...apple picking! Dear hubby googled some info and we decided to take a trip to Bakersfield. It's about 2 hours drive, north from here. It's where the Murray Family Farm is located. The kids were excited, and of course so was their mom. Hehe.. So we reached there around 11.45 a.m. Took a hay ride around the farm and then went on for apple picking. It's a farm as well as a fun family park. There's an asparagus maze and me and the kids enjoyed ourselves getting lost in the maze. There's also a big pyramid of dried hay, and a big giant ant park. (Of course it wasn't a real ant). Another attraction that they had was a small farm. Among the animals there were peacocks, chicken and hens, goats, ilamas, sheeps and not to forget, mr. piggie (uiyyuhhhsss..). Anyway, the apples were so sweet and juicy! We could eat as much as we wanted to at the farm and if we want to take them home, we only have to pay for those. So we had our lunch of apples and then bought some percimmons, pamogranade, apples and a blackberry pie.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxjjfwmW7YHvTUOL8WV2xquqjMlkpe_lA6GezY0-Zpq5w5gBJuwsKAqvhzoTQU0ZOZomjUqAEgI5Td5YoFxcudZvijCGsO0jS_Sm6XDLcZRxN1viCcWGQUNG1AoP2mh_V2ZphUb0K2Sk/s1600-h/IMG_3118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggxjjfwmW7YHvTUOL8WV2xquqjMlkpe_lA6GezY0-Zpq5w5gBJuwsKAqvhzoTQU0ZOZomjUqAEgI5Td5YoFxcudZvijCGsO0jS_Sm6XDLcZRxN1viCcWGQUNG1AoP2mh_V2ZphUb0K2Sk/s320/IMG_3118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280180689634617858" border="0" /></a>Going on a hay ride.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9y5yuji_kzsheTllPRfH7g-Yik9MpFpjiid42m_KNc4qZAxVwCNy3Avd2oabKPrS5OLlxN2afoWrUg4kyPj5bTFPNKiDDYSZaUtvVqhBFJSk2ggeLQSuHWPKwbPgAAUMl9eCh60QrY2M/s1600-h/IMG_3139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9y5yuji_kzsheTllPRfH7g-Yik9MpFpjiid42m_KNc4qZAxVwCNy3Avd2oabKPrS5OLlxN2afoWrUg4kyPj5bTFPNKiDDYSZaUtvVqhBFJSk2ggeLQSuHWPKwbPgAAUMl9eCh60QrY2M/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280180879007361250" border="0" /></a>On top of the hay pyramid.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93psge7QxsWreiXSZ82Xk1XGM9ePwPnOldhRQWduihubYM_rY02uHwAD5ZyGupuqS-E-1clhZu_MstVZSAw2MUbHKhY5CZLJvaMGxfbeQvBeQ9KtpesP2Y6dsA7m-qCaA_6ZjDUxsDXY/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93psge7QxsWreiXSZ82Xk1XGM9ePwPnOldhRQWduihubYM_rY02uHwAD5ZyGupuqS-E-1clhZu_MstVZSAw2MUbHKhY5CZLJvaMGxfbeQvBeQ9KtpesP2Y6dsA7m-qCaA_6ZjDUxsDXY/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181161763457122" border="0" /></a>Inside Asparagus Maze.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR52NNHyRdu3QGVlwgQ_8cZUkudCdYfzVg74sKRKkYBfxYcv1mYHiV3wpI2DqP4ghN7nUJY08Kq-xs9nrtlLmgyyIDRLMGlYLNo8FxeK0QQmP5svBe_ER_uW0JETF-raTUHCVjw5pfwcY/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR52NNHyRdu3QGVlwgQ_8cZUkudCdYfzVg74sKRKkYBfxYcv1mYHiV3wpI2DqP4ghN7nUJY08Kq-xs9nrtlLmgyyIDRLMGlYLNo8FxeK0QQmP5svBe_ER_uW0JETF-raTUHCVjw5pfwcY/s320/IMG_3158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181302086207522" border="0" /></a>Adik Hannah picking an apple.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6bAPGhbBWyV_QmiP2u5dSwldt23TMy6j2R1NvZ5GyGlK6ZWFF10YWEP6CUkFTFH6b4jq39ZGE2VIaRtHy1l6ukNKtihHHehrR-Uj3EljJZkRq1eKffMUfg55sK_McFJn1WH79d5XIYU/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq6bAPGhbBWyV_QmiP2u5dSwldt23TMy6j2R1NvZ5GyGlK6ZWFF10YWEP6CUkFTFH6b4jq39ZGE2VIaRtHy1l6ukNKtihHHehrR-Uj3EljJZkRq1eKffMUfg55sK_McFJn1WH79d5XIYU/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181433588850674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6t8wBi56L38pVj7QmADDyIWqioqgjrMCNJnp2c30FhLZMGEx1skTw_eAceWiJLZCVnvzXmqTcVsXE3KCO2ba8oknAAd5MKdoxWG5_VyLCtakWvMFqkSUuIg5EmVntQT3f3MYBcCcEhK0/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6t8wBi56L38pVj7QmADDyIWqioqgjrMCNJnp2c30FhLZMGEx1skTw_eAceWiJLZCVnvzXmqTcVsXE3KCO2ba8oknAAd5MKdoxWG5_VyLCtakWvMFqkSUuIg5EmVntQT3f3MYBcCcEhK0/s320/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280181629497078018" border="0" /></a>Hmm...it's so yummy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Later on we went to the Farmers Market @ The Groove. We went there previously during Ramadhan. I wrote an<a href="http://iza-zulkifli.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-day-of-ramadhan-and-farmers-market.html"> entry</a> about the place before. It's to fulfill our promise to Harith to catch a ride on the train. Fortunately we reached there just in time. We managed to catch the last train. Pheww.... We rode on the upper deck and Harith had a blasting time. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlkXlc9N67NH5xBqaddrLabE3wtUD7v7cFcS5UsdpJTmUAYDoILFdwGnLrAlAJi8tjpm6a08SoQG9zpfx9v6h_f4pFegvOAfMcGaNviqXIUyqOulLgZPKRANUstH_dgA06-91fGZDVog/s1600-h/IMG_3205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqlkXlc9N67NH5xBqaddrLabE3wtUD7v7cFcS5UsdpJTmUAYDoILFdwGnLrAlAJi8tjpm6a08SoQG9zpfx9v6h_f4pFegvOAfMcGaNviqXIUyqOulLgZPKRANUstH_dgA06-91fGZDVog/s320/IMG_3205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280183816561468946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5J85WD1rf9GNuJJmYwtWYu59-yEo3eQMQQd8grKJvg9row3dAEu-E-gqG5mjgATqm5Z-QyDU2haLlesOPvq83lIoy4CaRmLDYtqPT8Oy40Eqp7AkL0e2FY3aL5mDKqj0Tk0F5arDbaI/s1600-h/IMG_3206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5J85WD1rf9GNuJJmYwtWYu59-yEo3eQMQQd8grKJvg9row3dAEu-E-gqG5mjgATqm5Z-QyDU2haLlesOPvq83lIoy4CaRmLDYtqPT8Oy40Eqp7AkL0e2FY3aL5mDKqj0Tk0F5arDbaI/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280188584651678370" border="0" /></a>The Grove was crowded and beautiful!!! Christmas is just around the corner and everybody is out shopping or just having a wonderful time outdoor. There's a big giant Christmas tree, decorated till the very top. The lights were just too marvelous! And there's Santa and his rain deers 'flying' in the air.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsJVL6CYiO5s-vbvH2YHODtgU26o3mgJzM_yAeDo89e5einZgyVp5c7kkIqd7bMftkDeRT_wbyaHqL_cZi1skgH4VYf9IpxjTeVAdX2YeNxcTMUVfdLYoOEiudCxU7ThgqrA_qD-fE8A/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsJVL6CYiO5s-vbvH2YHODtgU26o3mgJzM_yAeDo89e5einZgyVp5c7kkIqd7bMftkDeRT_wbyaHqL_cZi1skgH4VYf9IpxjTeVAdX2YeNxcTMUVfdLYoOEiudCxU7ThgqrA_qD-fE8A/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280184769513121730" border="0" /></a>See? I wasn't kidding. Haha...<br /><br />There was also a performance by a group of Santarinas...dancing to the Christmas songs. Unfortunately I couldn't get a good look as it was too crowded.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs1O9y-56HHlhlsIy18Y1VMNoaZJWQMQMzIl82WlxAaJZLWfqiP97Aa_YlC-RVb5-ro0ghhPoVv6pOBgX6PArz6WpD4tY7cbh75-FFpNYi51QQi8L2Bsciqd_WfZXnTLwHpoZF2BGW0M/s1600-h/IMG_3220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs1O9y-56HHlhlsIy18Y1VMNoaZJWQMQMzIl82WlxAaJZLWfqiP97Aa_YlC-RVb5-ro0ghhPoVv6pOBgX6PArz6WpD4tY7cbh75-FFpNYi51QQi8L2Bsciqd_WfZXnTLwHpoZF2BGW0M/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280185251118880978" border="0" /></a>Just as they finished performing, the snow started to fall down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOTGGgkqYCR88owNlGbYx9s96ywBfrMT4lNuljn0Ci1l1Sz4qNFo8L4TtGR8qp5Pzg_7i-SXJmqD9Yvye26TO5_x4boPHSQ8XobDGSBolA_22HyHxisAelEqr77v7aTx4cWos-3dAvWo/s1600-h/IMG_3225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQOTGGgkqYCR88owNlGbYx9s96ywBfrMT4lNuljn0Ci1l1Sz4qNFo8L4TtGR8qp5Pzg_7i-SXJmqD9Yvye26TO5_x4boPHSQ8XobDGSBolA_22HyHxisAelEqr77v7aTx4cWos-3dAvWo/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280185739477791282" border="0" /></a>Of course, it was machine-made snow. Hehe..Unfortunately, there's no snow here in LA.<br /><br />Santa Claus was having his workshop here too. Well, actually it's where the photo session with Santa is taking place. Since Harith and Hannah already taken a pix with Santa in Del Amo Mall last week, they had to pass on this (although Harith insisted on taking pix again, but no, this time it cost too much, USD60 per photo!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0zdE51zKI73XI3PPfGrEMySIfF6QLLHMDTGVjRmq0IqeC6hRIjDqMeHFx5gds0kRg8hY__fvsuid2Cuss08RkQ7D5nmj5ciXJ04592M9MyDIkYyyy3vTdcL4GHskPJM7bvaKspfye-I/s1600-h/IMG_3175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt0zdE51zKI73XI3PPfGrEMySIfF6QLLHMDTGVjRmq0IqeC6hRIjDqMeHFx5gds0kRg8hY__fvsuid2Cuss08RkQ7D5nmj5ciXJ04592M9MyDIkYyyy3vTdcL4GHskPJM7bvaKspfye-I/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280186685234825714" border="0" /></a>Lastly, I finally managed to get a copy of Ann Rule's latest book, Mortal Danger in the Barnes and Noble book store. Weehhaaa...can't wait to start reading it.<br /><br />Tonight will be our last night here in Torrance. I'm going to miss Los Angeles. So many more things to explore, but so little time. Hopefully, Insya-Allah, we will come back. But till then.................Goodbye America and Hello again Malaysia.<br /><br /></div></div>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-6832043865803283262008-12-16T07:54:00.001+08:002008-12-16T09:31:25.908+08:00Belacan Grill and Beverly HillsLast Saturday, dear Hubby brought us to 'Belacan Grill'. It's a Malaysian restaurant located here in Redondo Beach. We've passed this restaurant a couple of times, even stopped once last year, but it was always closed. So, after checking <a href="http://www.belacangrill.com/">their website</a> and making sure of the hour, we decided to have our lunch there.<br /><br />As soon as we stepped inside the restaurant, the familiar smell of Malaysian food greeted us. Fooh...<span style="font-style: italic;">menusuk kalbu wa cakap lu</span>. And the interior were all too familar. A red <span style="font-style: italic;">beca</span> sitting in a corner, a <span style="font-style: italic;">wau bulan</span> hanging on the wall, a number of rattan and mengkuang weave baskets, a big poster of tourism Malaysia etc etc. And the food...ahhh...I can't get enough reading the menu. I thought of ordering everything, hehe.. Finally we settled on steam rice, seafood tomyum, <span style="font-style: italic;">belacan</span> fried rice, mango shrimp, a mix <span style="font-style: italic;">sate</span> set, and <span style="font-style: italic;">cendol</span>.<br /><br />Our verdict..hmm...OK laaa....not as yummy as we expected. Dear hubby said, I cook better, hehehe... TQ dear, yes...I think so too ;) But it did keep me full until late at night. Anyway, one of my big dream is to have my own restaurant preferably in oversea. So, seeing a Malaysian restaurant here in LA gave me some ideas on how I want my restaurant to look like. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ceewahhh...ahaks!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMLOLpezotiYiLbBffQUW5ZQKNlcBt0bDY-Rh6YJJvYgN0yB1WCAuGFq31Sh5u-Pju8vREkJtVd_2vBmZLVEWdrswTbxrH-6d5OMIDSIYgW1lkXRKMvBwuAXU37aqAVsl-lgYzdm_42M/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMLOLpezotiYiLbBffQUW5ZQKNlcBt0bDY-Rh6YJJvYgN0yB1WCAuGFq31Sh5u-Pju8vREkJtVd_2vBmZLVEWdrswTbxrH-6d5OMIDSIYgW1lkXRKMvBwuAXU37aqAVsl-lgYzdm_42M/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280171320382508018" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mfYXVGmh0hjO_rppgpYIstRwPyNjMkwQjw0WDNBUw61cPCLzhK7W-f2OyVw-JVvG2X4u_vxXZW3o5jvtqYWhTh-6bPZIPslcFaJqpsZVtA6ZqgT4jN_XwxNenKdtqyBZMaEIGGUdkPY/s1600-h/IMG_3039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4mfYXVGmh0hjO_rppgpYIstRwPyNjMkwQjw0WDNBUw61cPCLzhK7W-f2OyVw-JVvG2X4u_vxXZW3o5jvtqYWhTh-6bPZIPslcFaJqpsZVtA6ZqgT4jN_XwxNenKdtqyBZMaEIGGUdkPY/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280171630575849602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-qxNtDNNI6TQaFxXvry567NtQBbXSBZPCLaBd2R58cTIXXE0ueYdDDmqgzbjqy-XmcN99Cp5a-w9saRnh4r57E7hv_juZ0FjXDoAPEArpL-MJltxvFd06ZWca9drHMqJSLF_-Rw4dKk/s1600-h/IMG_3038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-qxNtDNNI6TQaFxXvry567NtQBbXSBZPCLaBd2R58cTIXXE0ueYdDDmqgzbjqy-XmcN99Cp5a-w9saRnh4r57E7hv_juZ0FjXDoAPEArpL-MJltxvFd06ZWca9drHMqJSLF_-Rw4dKk/s320/IMG_3038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280171764915482274" border="0" /></a>After that, we thought of going to Downtown LA, wanted to get a few knick knacks for people back home. Unfortunately hubby took a wrong turn, and we ended up driving in circles, but fortunately we ended up in a familiar neighborhood which we have been to last year....Beverly Hills! Parked our car and took the kids for a stroll along Rodeo Drive. All the famous brands (and the incredibly unbelievably crazy price tags). But one brand made me feel proud to call myself a Malaysian. Check out the pix below.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvNLIujQ2IWvz8u5MXEMABLswOuW2DwtgSoV8PSJKSO9CITY_qqOnp7v0oTfX-Y6Pfls4VerXaLEml40Js3X3x4_1TnHEa1f2VC95zs2Q6B0EeZRCb9PrNbg2t9-UU0_ngK8BKqautoU/s1600-h/IMG_3067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvNLIujQ2IWvz8u5MXEMABLswOuW2DwtgSoV8PSJKSO9CITY_qqOnp7v0oTfX-Y6Pfls4VerXaLEml40Js3X3x4_1TnHEa1f2VC95zs2Q6B0EeZRCb9PrNbg2t9-UU0_ngK8BKqautoU/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280173015307098018" border="0" /></a>Yes, it's the boutique of Dato' Jimmy Choo...our own Malaysia-born international designer. Stepped inside...and wow...I think his brand is in line with Versace, Prada or even LV. The designs of his shoes, handbags, wristlets, boots are all so exquisite. Thought of buying a wristlet, but after taking a peek at the tag...no thankyou <span style="font-style: italic;">lah</span>. A small wristlet cost USD 750!!! So don't ask me the price of the handbags or the shoes yeah.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IoUf5ApB-F5yBOG_VGkcvUpNrobYXzvlJgFp9Fq3c3NyvIa3cBEuDRRWCLW2WnhpSXqAGvgvEOrn-KNvR5lfONOvVUCPAtauEm-OpwzsCyd1Zvc2sqC1GqCN03ifUK_lhiEFSVP7JI8/s1600-h/IMG_3075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_IoUf5ApB-F5yBOG_VGkcvUpNrobYXzvlJgFp9Fq3c3NyvIa3cBEuDRRWCLW2WnhpSXqAGvgvEOrn-KNvR5lfONOvVUCPAtauEm-OpwzsCyd1Zvc2sqC1GqCN03ifUK_lhiEFSVP7JI8/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174341681249010" border="0" /></a>Rodeo Drive at sunset. Notice the road lights? Those are chandeliers kept in crystal boxes. Chandeliers eh....huhuhuhu....well, what do you expect, it's the RODEO DRIVE!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">For those who doesn't know, Rodeo Drive is where Julia Robert's character in Pretty Woman went shopping. It's THE place for shopping. Think of any luxury brand you can think of, and you'll find them here. Heaven!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3SfAh-mbEiyA_mOr0lY-RdhcBywHaLHvT2ODZJhYMnT7Td5SYvRqrZj0n7QuT0YQcJynBWirKGUJKfLm2CY-iEiePBb6FJvHjw0XDOVaGmSJ0TvSybx4fQCXKkBu26LgxGl16k7q1FY/s1600-h/IMG_3058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3SfAh-mbEiyA_mOr0lY-RdhcBywHaLHvT2ODZJhYMnT7Td5SYvRqrZj0n7QuT0YQcJynBWirKGUJKfLm2CY-iEiePBb6FJvHjw0XDOVaGmSJ0TvSybx4fQCXKkBu26LgxGl16k7q1FY/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191070448970386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvgJxIB71vqU5nvkQ67gIu-zqAra9YonLQ83ml9XIV0XVAjXGIIJ3W_iKlthFhcbw49PfiScn9-gdxRIC4cvJpddoCRYnA6LAHD238rhaUjbNCcz703MPSEZ3o922oTUa8Xno8lhHjCA/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvgJxIB71vqU5nvkQ67gIu-zqAra9YonLQ83ml9XIV0XVAjXGIIJ3W_iKlthFhcbw49PfiScn9-gdxRIC4cvJpddoCRYnA6LAHD238rhaUjbNCcz703MPSEZ3o922oTUa8Xno8lhHjCA/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191221133407954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTlsADT3XDLCDZZ9-psJ-D_qmF1GXFDQ6_wdNGTmar47JDYVKZPTfTm75RcnSkm2zQel0yRPtDMZ40Tf1Xeb1def06A8nNJpGT3C6rnFm0b8NnmYvD7KATlWBx6ukRboKUrE8di3Y9Ds/s1600-h/IMG_3065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTlsADT3XDLCDZZ9-psJ-D_qmF1GXFDQ6_wdNGTmar47JDYVKZPTfTm75RcnSkm2zQel0yRPtDMZ40Tf1Xeb1def06A8nNJpGT3C6rnFm0b8NnmYvD7KATlWBx6ukRboKUrE8di3Y9Ds/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191371109604514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2flv3bSH4LZGo7tDxRI71B_3yM-SGhKtFNlHyPCgoXuDwAoJ3llWG3vMDDV0n5Vby5ITw0RZzPv7DFi5SuImo_41vZXejtKdSaM8Xm9S1RXYpBq215xagUQGuQdfxE2zJzxMbEoIacX0/s1600-h/IMG_3073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2flv3bSH4LZGo7tDxRI71B_3yM-SGhKtFNlHyPCgoXuDwAoJ3llWG3vMDDV0n5Vby5ITw0RZzPv7DFi5SuImo_41vZXejtKdSaM8Xm9S1RXYpBq215xagUQGuQdfxE2zJzxMbEoIacX0/s320/IMG_3073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280175218438627138" border="0" /></a>And as usual, being Coach's latest fanatic, I couldn't resist the urge! Did I get anything? Ahaks...ahaks.. ;)<br /><br />Later we went on a drive around the neighborhood. Unfortunately it was already dark. We were here:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWBkuABE5iCTzAojvHJi5jlkmTEENG4KfGIvRGxloRRXuiVlFy21wityXIYKjl0l2b9quggosSmfI5G9MwKg-IrTeveg6uhOh82Z2pxu2SHxdAgTWhU0F0KqKFeZxkZmCW4JCGpNcq-0/s1600-h/IMG_3080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWBkuABE5iCTzAojvHJi5jlkmTEENG4KfGIvRGxloRRXuiVlFy21wityXIYKjl0l2b9quggosSmfI5G9MwKg-IrTeveg6uhOh82Z2pxu2SHxdAgTWhU0F0KqKFeZxkZmCW4JCGpNcq-0/s320/IMG_3080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280176087665808226" border="0" /></a>Yes, we were in Bel Air! I could see big gates and big driveways and I'm sure inside there are the big mansions. I know some of them belongs to well-known names here in Hollywood. And the mansions...ahhh...I so wish....when can we afford to have such luxuries? Haihhhh......<br /></div></div>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-20130653931173820332008-12-13T13:59:00.001+08:002008-12-13T14:33:18.682+08:00What's up, Doc?Well, since nobody gives any feedback, I shall keep the skin till the day I feel like changing again (which might be soon, haihhh). Actually, I just love searching for any blog skin and apply them here. And then, I would try to edit those HTML to suit my taste. It just reminds me of my programming days. Hmm...can you believe that I'm actually missing those days??<br /><br />Anyway, what's with the title you might ask. For the past one month, it just seems like somebody I know or somebody that knows somebody I know (errr...do you get that?) are either sick, or have been involved in an accident or dead. Ok..let me go through this:<br /><br />1. About 3 weeks ago, my only brother in this whole wide world, called me in the middle of the night to inform me that he had been in an accident in Kedah. He's alright (Thank you God) but problem is, he was driving my Kembara. At that time, he thought that the damage was not too serious, but after evaluation by the insurance company, they concluded that it was beyond repair. Seems like the spare parts needed are too expensive, hence it's better off to scratch yard. Arghhh...I didn't even get to say goodbye to that car.<br /><br />2. 2 weeks ago, when we were in San Francisco, my sister-in-law called to tell dear Hubby that she and her husband was involved in an accident in Malacca. It was a bumper to bumper accident. Thank goodness she who is 7 months pregnant are alright.<br /><br />3. 1 week ago, we received a call that my brother-in-law was involved in an accident. He was on his way home from his grave-yard shift (no, he doesn't work in the grave yard, I meant he was working on the night shift) when he bumped into a trailer. (yeah, he bumped into the trailer, not vice-versa, hehe..) Thank goodness he was OK, although he had internal bleeding in the mouth and the doctor had to cut his cheek in order to stop the blood.<br /><br />4. 3 days ago, I received an email saying that a friend of mine in Sarawak has lost her father. Al-Fatihah to Ayahanda kepada Dayang Kartinah. I'm not sure whether he was sick or met an accident or whatever the cause was. (Do death even need a cause?)<br /><br />5. A few hours ago, I chatted with <a href="http://www.nizakamal.blogspot.com/">Shasha</a> who's getting her PhD in Norway. She said she was in Kuala Lumpur because her father had suddenly collapsed after Hari Raya Haji and now is in coma. He's currently in ICU, Hospital Selayang. I pray for his speedy recovery.<br /><br />6. Oh..and if you have been following my blog, you'll remember I mentioned another best friend of mine, Dida, who's mother has been diagnosed with gall cancer. I also pray for her speedy recovery. Last time I heard from Dida, there has been some good progress. Alhamdulillah.<br /><br />7. About 3 weeks ago, my best friend, Gee, said that her childhood friend was in a coma. The diagnosis was unknown then. A few days after she told me the news, that childhood friend died. Because of meningitis. She had 2 kids. The eldest is the same age as Harith and the second one is only 1 year plus (who is still breastfeeding). Although I didn't know her personally, it was heart-breaking.<br /><br />Now, isn't that quite a list?<br /><br />And for the past 5 years, I've lost a Grandmother, a Father, 3 Aunts and 1 Uncle.<br /><br />Phew...what a list!<br /><br />I've reached an age where I keep receiving news of deaths or sickness.<br /><br />Yesterday, I chatted with some of my good friends. One of them was saying something quite eerie.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Nak ke, taknak ke, kena terima jugak. Nasib masing-masing tak tau. Kot2 kita jalan dulu, macam abang aku, dah jalan dulu, tak tunggu turn pun."</span><br /><br />Translation: "We have to accept this whether we like it or not. We don't even know our own fate. We might go first. Such the case with my brother, he went first, didn't even wait for his turn (by age)"<br /><br />How true. Question is, are we ready to go?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span>Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-69506594250490130252008-12-11T10:33:00.000+08:002008-12-11T10:39:32.083+08:00New LookWhat do you think of the new skin? Feedback please.<br /><br />Oh..and another thing, a few weeks ago, I chatted with a friend whom I haven't seen for quite some time. She said she is a silent reader of my blog and have been visiting religiously without fail. Huh..I had no idea my blog will have such reader. So, those of you who has been visiting me, please drop a comment. (And that include you, Yati, hehe..)<br /><br />Thank you.Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226208331324181862.post-57692878828982937972008-12-11T03:14:00.000+08:002008-12-11T03:34:30.248+08:00Just feel like bloggingA few stuffs are already packed. Some are still lying around, waiting for the boxes that dear hubby has yet to buy. (grrr...I hate reminding him time and time again). For the past 4 months, we got quite a bunch of things without us realizing it. Remember when I said America has it all? I wasn't kidding Our stuffs are the result of E-Bay, flea market, factory outlet, yard sale and tele-marketing. I guess that's why dear Hubby doesn't want us to stay here for good. But hey, I'm not the only one who did the shopping ok. Who shopped for that big giant BOSE system? (That will be the biggest box of all.) Certainly not me! ;)<br /><br />On a different note, my anxiety disorder is back :( Normal I guess, for I've been under stress lately (refer to my previous post). Maybe I should do what a friend suggested. Be selfish and arrogant for a change! The dizzyness is back. Short of breath, numbness on my fingers and toes. (The cold weather doesn't help either, sometimes I'm afraid if I'm having a sign of athritis...haihh). I have difficulty sleeping at night too. My eyes are closed but my mind is working over time. I'll be tossing and turning around, sometimes for a few hours after I first lie down. Dear hubby and the kids will be orchestrating their snores, and I'll be envious of them. The Bach Rescue Remedy has not been much help. And neither does drinking chamomile and lavender tea. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I hate when this comes. I keep thinking of dying or getting sick. Problem is, I'm not sick! Well, a slight cold maybe. The whole house is down with cold. I keep reminding myself to be strong and positive, just like Kak Raden in <a href="http://onebreastbouncing.blogspot.com">One Breast Bouncing</a>. I try to picture all those cancer sufferers who has practically been given a death sentence, but still, they have the will to fight it and go on with their lives. But most of the time that anxiety disorder part of me wins. Sometimes I fall asleep at 3 a.m., only to wake up at 3.45 feeling choked up and having difficulty to breathe.<br /><br />I know that I can go through this. That's why I've been given the test. Allah is the Most Merciful. He won't test us with what we can't bear. But sometimes, I do feel that I can't take it anymore.<br /><br />"Allah, please help me. You are the Most Loving, Most Merciful and Most Powerful. Please cure me of my anxiety disorder. Please give me some peace in my mind and in my heart. Please...help me God. Amin."Rahiza Haszian Abdul Rahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17107527179914749547noreply@blogger.com1