Hey, My Blog Should Not Be Linked to Any Porns , OK!

The reason why I put the FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed is to see whom have visited my blog and their location. And from the traffic feed also I can visit other people's blog.

I always notice that I have visitors from this one website called manonazi.com. The first time I clicked on this link it appeared that this is a porn website in Malay. Thinking that probably the visitor had accidentally arrived to my blog, I just ignored it. But then I keep seeing that more visitors coming to my blog via this link. It doesn't seem good to me, how could people get a link to my blog via a porn website?

So I went to that website and tried to figure out how my blog's link can appear in that website. There wasn't any sign shows 'The Rose Garden', title of my blog on it. The website has combination of Malay-Indon words, and words like 'ngesek adik sama mama' ( I don't even know the meaning of ngesek) 'adik ipar gatal' made me sick. Then I captured sentences 'since aku x dpt balik KB...' and my sense told me to click on that. And....yes! It links to my blog!!!!!

Ku sgt terkejut beruk!!!!

How in the world the word 'adik ipar' can be considered a source of porn stuff? It really pisses me off, cause that 'adik ipar' was a story I mentioned about my sister-in-law and suddenly captured by a porn website. It's so crappy!!!!

Bloggers, has this happened to you? How can I avoid this kind of thing? It spoils the reputation of my blog. How would I ensure that my blog is not linked to any porn related website? Tell me, pleaseeeeeeeeee...........

Weekend Get-Away

As the Kembara's problems is bugging me, dear cik HB popped the news that he was going for a short course in PD on the weekends and family was allowed to come along. Yahoo!!! It was just a perfect time for me to release my stress.

That Friday I was on unpaid leave coz my boss was really inconsiderate to allow me to take the paid leave (I still have 2 days more before my last day working but only entitled for the month of July). Instead he suggested that I take bus to work. Well, I said I'll figure out on the bus thing but I won't come on Friday.

Being at home on working day somehow gave me different feeling. Like, I feel like a real homemaker. And within half a day I managed to do quite a lot of house chores. From laundry, sweeping, even dusting and then cooking, I was so glad I can see my house in order.

We left home at 3 pm but we stopped at Jusco and later Giant to buy swimming suit for the girls and some foods. We only arrived at Tiara Beach Resort at 7pm. As HB was busy with his course, I was left with the kids and we just lepak in the room watching TV.

Tiara Beach Resort has huge swimming pools and surrounded by man-made beach. So the next morning I took the girls down to the pool. Nabihah enjoyed being in the water but Nabilah refused to get into the water. Poor Nabihah, she just had to play at the shallow area. I can't leave Nabilah by herself if I were to take Nabihah into the deep side. So Nabilah kept playing with the sand and Nabihah kept demanding that I take her into the deep water. After 1 hour and since we couldn't really enjoy ourselves, and it was already hot, I decided it was time to get back to the room.

Tiara beach Resort view

Children area

My girls

But being in the room with the girls had nothing to do, really drove me crazy. They kept asking for cartoon show, not understanding that this TV is not TV at home with Astro. My mistake, I didn't bring the colouring books and crayon with us.

So when HB took us out for lunch, I quickly went to a sundry shop to buy some exercise books and crayons. So the whole afternoon I had a moment of peace as the girls were occupied with the conteng activities. And late afternoon we went down to the pool again as HB had free time the whole evening to night. This time I could enjoy playing in the water with Nabihah as Nabilah being entertained by HB.

The loved ones. Note that Nabilah (in blue suit) looked so tense in the water

That night while dining, due to exhaustion, the girls fell asleep on our arms. It was so difficult to eat while handling a sleeping child. I was tired too, I guest when you spent long hours in the water, it wears you out.

Sunday afternoon we left Tiara Beach Resort and reached home feeling better. I'm glad we spent the weekends there. A get-away really improves my emotion even though it is a short one. I'm glad it was free too (for accommodation only, we paid for our foods).

It Happens Again!!!

When I thought everything going to be smooth until I finally resign, the Kembara gave problem again. And this time, the timing belt has snapped! Timing belt...oh, dear...that will cost more than 1k to be repaired, I understand. Last month I've spent about RM300++ on the repair works and had just received the reimbursement and now this....

Well, obviously I can't pay for the cost on my own this time, where would I fork out that much of money? I've called the owner, he sounded very disappointed on hearing the news. Somehow I felt like I am blamed for the damage, like I didn't really take care of the car.

This morning, my dear HB is kind enough to take leave so that I can use his car to go to work. Only for today, tomorrow and days onward I think I might have to take unpaid leave and stay at home until the car issue is settled. That if the owner is willing to pay direct to the workshop.

I keep reminding myself, this is only a small challenge in my life, so please dear me...don't get so disappointed over the matter....

5 things that you did for the first time

I received this tag from Zara ( you really made your word about tagging me, eh?)

It is called 'The First Time....'

Let see whether I could compose/remember the first time of things happened in my life:

1. First time I was an elder sister

My younger brother came to the world when I was 4. Before his arrival, I was so attached to my mom, I slept at night cuddling with her and I was so manja. Everyone in my family called me Adik. I remember the night my mom was hospitalized to deliver my brother, I asked my father frequently on my mom's whereabout. The next day, my father took me to the hospital and I saw my mom holding a small baby. She introduced to me my baby brother. According to my mom, I was very jealous of my baby brother that I behaved so crankily with my parents. Eventhough I was no longer the youngest, I still use 'Adik' to call myself (and I still do until now whenever I speak to my parents, and my elder sister and brother though I have 6 more younger siblings...hehehe).

2. First time I lived away from my family.

After UPSR, I got an offer from Yayasan Selangor to further my secondary education under their program in KL . I was so excited at first when I arrived, not knowing that life was going to be quite challenging for a 13-year old girl. Not long after I've started staying there, I already was very home sicked and couldn't get along with the lifestyle and the bullies. The whole year I was there, I pleaded to my parents to get me out from there and finally they complied to my request. By the end of Form 1 year, I was out from Yayasan Selangor and stayed with my family.

3. First time I had a paid job

It was after SPM. I worked as an operator at an electronic factory near my house (that time we lived in Rawang). Well, I'm so grateful that I don't work as factory operator for a living forever. Not that I look down for those working as operator but it isn't one easy job. Imagine you are doing the same routine everyday for 8 hours with small pay. And the environment also is very challenging. It really challenges your morality. With guys flirting around you, the ladies inviting you to join their weekend rendezvous (to which I had the feeling it was not healthy activities). I only worked there for a month, then I quit.

4. First time I saw my husband

I was 18 that time. We were in small community doing the A-Level program. Some friends of mine had this funny talk about each of us choosing a boy in our college to be our 'secret admire'. I didn't know to choose whom, cause honestly I had no feeling, I had just broke up from a relationship. But I wanted to be part of this giggling talk. Then one day, I saw him when we were in a bus going back from our college to the hostel. And I was telling myself 'Oh, this boy is kind of cute' and decided that he would be my 'secret admire'. From my friend, I knew his name and what class he was in. But that was all. Our relationship only started months after that when we went for a hiking trip to Gunung Korbu and we were in the same group. I'm so blessed that I met him and now we are married.

5. First time I knew about my twins' existence

I was told that I was pregnant by a general doctor through a urine test. A week after that I had bloodstain on my panties. Feeling scared, we rushed to see an obstetrician. She said I was probably facing a threatened abortion, a condition that may lead to miscarriage. She then performed ultrasound scan. While scanning my belly, she looked carefully on the screen and I heard she mumbled this "I think I see two heart beats here..." Then she looked at us, smiled and said this "I think you both are going to get a pair of twins".

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Ok, I'm done and it's not so difficult to write on 'The First Time...'. So now this tag goes to Linda, Adah, Are-T, Nor and Dalina.

It's 30 Now....

It's my birthday today...the 30th. Feel like yesterday I aged 20, now a decade apparently has passed. Going into 20's was something I was looking forward, but going into 30's is some how makes me feel awkward. I know age is only a number but still I can't help not to feel that I'm growing old.

I found a quote from the Internet :

"Think of birthdays this way: you’re not getting older, you’re getting wiser"

Yeah...that's right!

I also pray that as my age increases, I'll be a better Muslim and life is blessed by Allah s.w.t.

Semoga segala urusan hidup ku di permudahkanNya. Amin.

Minyak Naik!!!!

I guess everybody was really shocked with the breaking news of the new petrol price. It is now RM2.70/liter!!!! Just yesterday's morning I read on the newspaper that the petrol price will be increased in August, suddenly on the evening, they have announced the new price.

Luckily I had pumped in the petrol on my way back home, before people knew about it. By the time I reached Melaka, I saw long queue at the petrol station. I went to a pharmacy, where I found that the petrol price will be raised by midnight. I quickly called dear HB to share the news and he asked about his car (left at home). I said no way I'm going to queue to pump in the petrol cause I needed to take Nabihah to clinic that night. She still has the fever.

After Maghrib, I drove to clinic and found that the road of Durian Tunggal was jammed. Cars queued at long stretch to Petronas and Shell. Felt like there was celebration or festival or something. I'm sure it was the same phenomenon everywhere in our country.

I've already spend nearly 1k a month for petrol. Although it's claimable, but the last claim I received was for the month of December 2007. Even my credit card has reached its limit now and I have to pay as much as I use monthly to avoid high finance charge. So imagine how much will it be with the new price. And with the petrol price increased now, I'm sure subsequently price of other things will increase too. I can't imagine how the low income group will survive, cause even us (I think we could consider ourselves belong to the middle class) feel that this increment will affect our financial situation. At the moment, it's just barely enough for everything, and I'm not talking about spending on the luxury. The luxury things that I could say, probably eating out occasionally, going for short holiday locally and bought Clinique. Other than that, it is all normal expenses. Well, guess we need to look back at our expenditure, cut here and there and do new budget.

Oh! Maybe I should bring my own food pack to work......

Hmm.....

HB is off for one week course in JB. Lucky now is school holiday and I've imported my sister to stay with me until this Sunday. Original plan was to send the twins to stay in Tg. Malim but my mother is worried about me staying alone so that's why my sister is coming with me.

As usual without HB at home, I'm so lazy to cook. So last night we only ate pizza (bought frozen from Tesco), mushroom soup (from the can), garlic bread and salad. Sounds very much like Western dinner, huh? Anyway, that was just for last night, I'm not going to make those express foods our regular meals.

Since the twins are staying at home the whole week and my sister is not the cooking type, I have to wake early in the morning to cook for breakfast and lunch. Set the alarm at 5.00 am, but I leave it snooze every 5 minutes before finally wake up at 5.30 am. (I wonder why is it so hard for me to wake up this early on normal days to do my exercise?)

With no man in the house, I'm actually a little freak out because our resident area used to have few cases of house break-in last year. The residents, including HB had set up a watch group, but it was active for only few months. When break-in is no more the issue , the watch group eventually stop. My neighbour next door are not at home, I think they are away for vacation. The other side is always empty. And since school holiday started last week, I notice that our taman is a bit quiet than usual. Last night, we were having dinner when suddenly we heard a loud bang on my kitchen door. And the door was only closed but not locked. I quickly asked my sister to lock it up. "It could be cats fighting", I said this to my sister but we didn't hear any cats sound.

Nabihah also a bit feverish last night. I gave her the syrup, but she vomited it. So I waited until she fell asleep, then inserted the bullet medicine thru her anal. She woke up around 2 am, crying...I asked her why, she kept pointing somewhere while crying. I tried to be patient, kept giving her the favourite pillow but she threw it away, I wanted to hug her, she pushed me away. After a while, when I tried to hug her , then only she accepted and stopped crying. Phew!

I have to admit that I'm not so good at handling a crying-for-not-known-reason toddler. It's always HB's job. I don't know how single parents do this, managing everything without a spouse to help. HB is only away for one day, I already feel so helpless.

Well, guess if the situation as what it is, one will manage, don't you think?