<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:47:58.686-08:00</updated><category term='tiramisu'/><category term='fantasy forest'/><category term='michigan'/><category term='university of michigan'/><category term='orthodontics'/><category term='dental school'/><title type='text'>Sari and her loves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2809036115010878737</id><published>2012-01-19T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:35:57.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been so long since the last time I blogged. First of all, happy new year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so busy since I went back to school at University of Michigan. It is such a blessing to be in the Michigan system, I have been learning so much, honestly, it was way more learning experience in comparison to NYU I attended before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am doing a post doc didactic and research in dental specialty program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to go now.. will continue later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2809036115010878737?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2809036115010878737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2809036115010878737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2809036115010878737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2809036115010878737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-has-been-so-long-since-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6404117939382657360</id><published>2011-08-25T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T18:37:36.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dental school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orthodontics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university of michigan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dent.umich.edu/news/2011/june/orthodontics-unites-stambaugh-fund"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Michigan Orthodontics and Pediatric Dentistry. &lt;br /&gt;Our Orthodontics clinic which also treat cranio-facial cases, having fundraising for the patients of cranio-facial clinic and all of us. Tomorrow in Lansing, we are all going to go to see the baseball game followed by food and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;I would bring the kids with me, the kids will be dropped off at dental school and I will tag them along with me and my classmates to Lansing. This will be a lot of fun. The kids are ready with their M hats, I got M Orthodontics t-shirt with the hat... I am so proud to be part of this awesome program. Dr. Kelly the chair of cranio-facial is just pure awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dent.umich.edu/news/2011/june/orthodontics-unites-stambaugh-fund"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dent.umich.edu/news/2011/june/orthodontics-unites-stambaugh-fund&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6404117939382657360?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6404117939382657360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6404117939382657360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6404117939382657360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6404117939382657360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/university-of-michigan-orthodontics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2093458639077190059</id><published>2011-08-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:21:17.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.cril.org/aaof/aaof_collectionUMICH.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be so interesting. So excited to be able to use the data from University of Michigan Growth Study soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2093458639077190059?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2093458639077190059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2093458639077190059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2093458639077190059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2093458639077190059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7551803178496122847</id><published>2011-08-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:11:27.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is great. I learn so much. Today we had lunch and learn and I made Indonesian soto ayam for the whole class. Glad they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;The kids adjusted very well, maybe because when I am home, I really put my whole love towards them. &lt;br /&gt;I am working on 2 research topics and these will be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed that U of Michigan environment is so positive, everyone respects each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7551803178496122847?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7551803178496122847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7551803178496122847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7551803178496122847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7551803178496122847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-is-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-214132132631450859</id><published>2011-06-30T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:16:20.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This year seem to be my best year... on my birthday, got ipad 2, iphone, beautiful cake, beautiful pop cakes, very personal pendant from hubby with all our birth stones on it, all from my loving friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I really want, is finally came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got accepted at the orthodontics program at University Of Michigan, rank 3 of the best dental schools in the nation after UT and UNC. Wow! I am so excited... and of course, now that I am starting school on tuesday, right after fourth of july, we have to really look for full time nanny for our kids... There is a very mix feeling towards this, being a full time mom to don't know how much time I have for the kids, really kills me, we went on vacation, when I found out from the email that I got accepted, I cuddled my kids as if I would never seen them anymore... my eyes were open more to see them grow up to be very good kids, well mannered, and very friendly. We got lots of compliments towards their behavior from strangers during our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family a lot, it will be a hard life during my schooling, but it will be paid back... I promised my daughter for a horse, and time will come that she will get one and of course, fulfill our dreams to help people around the worlds with our extra money we earned... wish us luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-214132132631450859?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/214132132631450859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=214132132631450859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/214132132631450859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/214132132631450859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-year-seem-to-be-my-best-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4663687330276856800</id><published>2010-05-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:56:43.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food about you - Concours Festival d'Annecy 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/j7vGvVMQnXo/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7vGvVMQnXo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j7vGvVMQnXo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4663687330276856800?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4663687330276856800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4663687330276856800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4663687330276856800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4663687330276856800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/food-about-you-concours-festival.html' title='Food about you - Concours Festival d&apos;Annecy 2010'/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-272810507616778932</id><published>2010-04-26T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:55:18.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bumped into my very old beautiful memories of my childhood and my father. He was a very active businessman, actively in organization.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I remember during my childhood, he always traveling, at least 4 times a month, it means he traveled every week.  Besides working on his own companies, he also actively in the organization. He has permanent office there for 15 years as general secretary and executive director of this organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I see the address on the webpage and the logo, the memories of my childhood came fresh in my mind, I used to be very excited to pick him up at the office, in this organization and had him in the car together, going home, from tanah abang to menteng, it was not a long drive, but I adored my dad, and I enjoyed every minute riding in the car with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He traveled so much, checking the docks around the country, from Aceh till Irian Jaya, conferences in Asia and Europe, I used to be so excited when he travels because he would give us a piece of paper, and we all wrote down what we want, and he would make every effort to fulfill our 'orders'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Dul, the driver, wow, he worked with us since I was a baby until my father passed away, when I was in the second year dental school. He was a good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could be, the memories, can be so fresh in my mind after 33 years ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realized, life is so fragile, we had lost 2 of our family member, my father and my brother. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://insa.or.id/index.php?lang=en"&gt;http://insa.or.id/index.php?lang=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-272810507616778932?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/272810507616778932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=272810507616778932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/272810507616778932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/272810507616778932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-bumped-into-my-very-old-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-857566231550649005</id><published>2010-04-25T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:21:15.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday morning :: busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sunday. Ammar has to work, and he is asking me if I could bring Nadia to sunday school, that means I have to tag Aidan along, waiting for Nadia's school for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it for him, that's a great decision because Ammar didn't come home until 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan and I went to go to Asian grocery store, and he had great time watching the live crabs, fish, and frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to McDonalds. Just because Nadia was not with him, he had very little interest to climb on the play structure, he just tag along with me on the table, playing with ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left to school, Nadia and Aidan played so well together. Just hearing the giggles from Aidan because Nadia plays with him, and hearing Nadia giggles because Aidan goofed up... just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at 2 pm, I invited Aidan to go sleep with me, he refused, he would rather sleep in his firetruck bed, so Nadia went to bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made asian spring rolls, yummy one while Nadia and Aidan play upstairs at their room. I could hear the giggles so loud and clear from the kitchen downstairs. I wonder what they were doing. Ammar called and as Nadia's wish, he came back with pizza.&lt;br /&gt;The kids went down, completely dressed with pajamas... including Aidan. Nadia for the first time, putting Aidan for potty, changed his pajamas, and changed his underwear with diaper for sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed and Nadia was so proud to be a big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night together, laughing, on our very last hour of the weekend. Although Ammar had worked so much on the weekend, and looked so exhausted, he still plays with the kids.... Nadia loves being cuddled with him, also with the back rubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-857566231550649005?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/857566231550649005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=857566231550649005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/857566231550649005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/857566231550649005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-morning-busy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-704715452084369109</id><published>2010-04-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:41:25.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ammar worked overnight again on Friday, and didn't come back home until Saturday afternoon, so I have to go by myself to the kids' School Auction and the kids' performing art day. Instead of going at 1.30 pm for silent auction, we went there at 3 pm. Aidan fell asleep in the car because he skipped nap time. I felt bad that I had to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;The preparation was so nice, and the performance was so good. It's so funny to see how Nadia, the bigger she is, the shier she is. She was so nervous on the stage, while Aidan was doing so well. It was Aidan's first performance.&lt;br /&gt;We came back home, finding Ammar was home, he took nap, but when we were home, he still got lots of phone calls from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are so happy today...&lt;br /&gt;Once we put the kids to bed, Ammar prepared really nice dinner with 'fake wine' on the side (apple juice it is, in the wine glass). It was so delicious and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed to bed, I think Ammar didn't sleep until late night, finishing up his patients note on the computer. As far as it is convenient to be able to work from home, it's the most annoying thing, too. He ends up working more than he supposed to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-704715452084369109?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/704715452084369109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=704715452084369109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/704715452084369109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/704715452084369109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/ammar-worked-overnight-again-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2242856428740438525</id><published>2010-04-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:23:11.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itaQ_awMI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/XsJ0GCqfeus/s1600/20100410%40204001Sari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itaQ_awMI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/XsJ0GCqfeus/s400/20100410%40204001Sari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460805214935892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itZ0XhhGI/AAAAAAAAC-I/-6qxPVoB59s/s1600/20100409%40065536Sari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itZ0XhhGI/AAAAAAAAC-I/-6qxPVoB59s/s400/20100409%40065536Sari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460805207252370530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itZS0MjDI/AAAAAAAAC-A/yVWFLAtef8Q/s1600/20100409%40190302Sari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itZS0MjDI/AAAAAAAAC-A/yVWFLAtef8Q/s400/20100409%40190302Sari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460805198245825586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the photos are up on my webpage.&lt;br /&gt;Check them out. The photos with date printed on them are from Nadia's camera. Her shots were pretty amazing for a beginner photographer, Aidan used my leica camera, so they are really mixed between mine and his. I left my 5d Mark II at home while using my fun to play Nikon camera with all in one lens 18-270.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan's shots were pretty good, too. I am amazed to see how great and interesting their perspective of seeing the world with their little cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2242856428740438525?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2242856428740438525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2242856428740438525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2242856428740438525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2242856428740438525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-photos-are-up-on-my-webpage.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S8itaQ_awMI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/XsJ0GCqfeus/s72-c/20100410%40204001Sari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8230389610121558039</id><published>2010-04-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:26:50.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!!! We just got back from our cruise vacation to Mexico, West Carribean.&lt;br /&gt;It was just AWESOME! Nadia found her new best friend, Lauren, she lives not to far from our home, about 1 hour away, and we got in the same airplane back home from Miami, FL.&lt;br /&gt;Aidan really enjoyed to be on the cruise, he was just a bit disappointed because he couldn't get on the little floaty boats.. he kept saying the he wanted the boat to hit the iceberg so he could get on the emergency lifesaver boats. (just like titanic, his favorite movie at this time). Other than that, he really enjoyed to be in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved.. loved... loved our vacation!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8230389610121558039?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8230389610121558039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8230389610121558039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8230389610121558039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8230389610121558039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/wow-we-just-got-back-from-our-cruise.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7505934225745577731</id><published>2010-04-06T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:35:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... This is the most organized and prepared vacation ever! In between my study and juggling the time between study, packing and the kids' spring break, I managed to study at least 4 hours a day and asked the neighbor sitter to babysit the kids while driving them around to swim, hands on museum, and Extreme bounce. In this way the babysitter can also have fun with kids, and the kids wouldn't get bored at home with the sitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9 pm, we all packed and put our luggages in the car, ready to go for the most exciting vacation ever! CRUISE!!!! Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia had been counting the days and all the teachers and friends knew that she is going to go cruise to carribean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be awesome vacation because Ammar will be forced to be away from work (no internet and no signing patients notes, chemo, lab orders over the computer, hah! :)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still up copying the videos to Nadia and AIdan's handheld device for their movie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am all set to watch the video lectures on my iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We hosted the easter egg hunting on Saturday and it was a hit! We are trying to do it every year and promised to stay and not traveling during this time.&lt;br /&gt;I painted beautiful butterfly faces and all kind of kids' requested pictures on their face and they had wonderful time doing craft and gobble up yummy food before the egg hunt started. The weather was so beautiful that we managed to wear summer clothing last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7505934225745577731?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7505934225745577731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7505934225745577731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7505934225745577731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7505934225745577731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4950169028883379490</id><published>2010-03-22T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:17:54.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I deactivate my facebook account. I spent more than I supposed to in it.&lt;br /&gt;My exam is on May 26, less than 2 months if I have to count the cruise trip to mexico we are going to do on the kids' spring break.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is for good, I know it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4950169028883379490?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4950169028883379490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4950169028883379490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4950169028883379490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4950169028883379490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-deactivate-my-facebook-account.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5867811918055803652</id><published>2010-01-16T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:55:37.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S1NrIyqrOyI/AAAAAAAAC9I/R96iljp9mX8/s1600-h/_MG_3068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S1NrIyqrOyI/AAAAAAAAC9I/R96iljp9mX8/s400/_MG_3068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427799774695471906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy day today. Ammar had his first day of the service until Feb 5th, so he had to work on the weekends, too. While he went to work, Nadia, Aidan, Nina (Nadia's sleep over friend) and I went to go swimming so they could have fun before I returned Nina back home. This is Nadia's second time having Nina sleeps at our house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, Ammar had already home, and the house which we left upside down, was sparking neat and clean.... he is sooooo sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put the kids to bed and we sat in the sunroom together, spending our time chatting and joking around while I studied my GRE prep, and he signed his patients note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I enjoyed the warm jasmine tea in front of the fire place while watching and really enjoying the view of my husband sitting down, cuddling with the kids watching 'the incredibles'. Those are my favorite people in the world, my hearts, and my whole life. I can't imagine living without one of them.... They are so precious, thank you God for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5867811918055803652?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5867811918055803652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5867811918055803652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5867811918055803652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5867811918055803652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-had-busy-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/S1NrIyqrOyI/AAAAAAAAC9I/R96iljp9mX8/s72-c/_MG_3068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2288452843648848395</id><published>2009-12-25T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:02:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SzVul6bmDvI/AAAAAAAAC80/x7ee3tICImY/s1600-h/Christmas-Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SzVul6bmDvI/AAAAAAAAC80/x7ee3tICImY/s400/Christmas-Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419359324229471986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brought me to be wiser and happier.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I am so blessed for what I have, especially blessed to have a wonderful family, wonderful husband, wonderful kids, and wonderful life. I have great friends, and I do lots of stuff I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Andrea, our baby sitter and our house keeper, Angie have been really big help in my life. They are so wonderful and I can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bad things happened recently, I crushed my car and crushed other people's car, but what a blessing, everything came and resolved so fast. Within 2 hours I got my rent a car, police reports, insurance appraisals, and rent a car. This won't happened that fast if Ammar didn't come right away, instead of keep driving to work, but came after me and drove me out to insurance office, and the auto body shop where my car towed to this store and got my rent a car within 15 minutes. I am sorry that his patients had to wait until he came to work.&lt;br /&gt;It was not my fault so I got everything under control, the insurance was so fast and informed me about the car, now it's being repaired and within couple of weeks I should get my car back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also lost my dearest brother. Until now, I still can't overcome my sadness of losing him at the very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 2 incidents made me realized how fragile our life is and how much I appreciate what I got, what I have and I can't thank God enough for all the best things happened in my life, especially my family in my country, my children, and mostly Ammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2288452843648848395?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2288452843648848395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2288452843648848395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2288452843648848395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2288452843648848395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-of-things-happened-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SzVul6bmDvI/AAAAAAAAC80/x7ee3tICImY/s72-c/Christmas-Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6354410820130170607</id><published>2009-12-25T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:53:54.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Christmas, and we had a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning with 2 projects on my bedside, from Nadia. She made me a pine tree and a rose from lego. She came to my bed and said  : "mommy, I made something for you. It's rose and christmas tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice thing to start my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also played 3 different games while the boys took the nap.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how big my girl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grows up to be a very sweet little girl (I really am not making it up. She is really sweet!), especially to me... every time Ammar made fun of me, she would jump and said :"No Daddy, mommy is good, she is the best... I love her so much" and came to give me a big hug and kisses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6354410820130170607?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6354410820130170607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6354410820130170607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6354410820130170607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6354410820130170607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-and-we-had-lazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7170740291047005773</id><published>2009-11-29T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:39:45.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's thanksgiving. My friend from my old dental school in Indonesia who lived in Chicago came to visit with his family.&lt;br /&gt;We also had other 3 families over to give thanks with us with the yummiest turkey dinner and the turkey "little daughter" (humongous chicken).&lt;br /&gt;I managed to sit every one on the table and had a formal dinner. The kids are all in the different table and the adults sit on our formal dining room.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia and Aidan had a blast playing with the other kids. I put Aidan to bed at 10 pm and he went down again knowing that Nadia was still playing with Nicholas and Darian downstairs. The kids ended up sleeping at 12 midnight while me and two friends did our first time crazy shopping, leaving at 1 am and came back at 5 am, leaving the husbands with kids at home. On the top of it, I have them all last minute sleep over. It was really fun, the kids had blasts, and we continued the fun for having lunch together at the yummiest dimsum restaurant in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from Chicago stayed until Sunday, and we really had a wonderful time together with their little girl, Vivian, who is 1.5 year old. The fun was that she was so happy playing outside in our yard with Nadia's teddy bear cozy and warm costume. She looked so cute in it and she had fun touching the grass and walked on the huge empty space while Nadia and Aidan drove the car around the yard. The last hour before they left, I set up the studio lights and took pictures of them and my kids for Christmas card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7170740291047005773?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7170740291047005773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7170740291047005773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7170740291047005773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7170740291047005773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3586827890893546071</id><published>2009-11-25T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:47:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Aidan's babysitter's birthday, Miss Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been having lots of trouble in her life, money-wise.&lt;br /&gt;Her car broke down, and she doesn't have health insurance. In every situation, she is a wonderful baby sitter. She used to work at my kids' old school, now I take her to be Aidan's babysitter. She is a hard worker, never complains, and my kids love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she got in my mind, I wish I have the whole money I could spend to help her up, I could only do so much, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday, finally with help from everyone, she could fix her car, and had it back working 3 days ago, slowly things get better for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her out for nice lunch at Olive Garden, with the kids. Nadia is off school today, so Nadia stayed with Aidan and Miss Andrea in the morning while I ran around going the thanksgiving dinner shopping for our guests tomorrow. We met at the restaurant, and we all had a great time. That's the least I could do to make her happy on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Miss Andrea, we love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3586827890893546071?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3586827890893546071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3586827890893546071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3586827890893546071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3586827890893546071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-aidans-babysitters-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8538084008874554581</id><published>2009-10-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:09:47.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The digital era is a blessing, but it also swamps you. I have never imagine myself having to take pictures endlessly, hundreds of pictures every day, and not to worry to buy anymore rolls of films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures, but boy, now I realize it is really time consuming to organize all the pictures. I am buried under miles and miles of photos above me, and it drives me nuts, but I can't stop taking pictures especially at this season, it's just simply beautiful. Everywhere you drive, you see winding roads and beautiful colorful scenery around you, beautiful colors, and beautiful people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8538084008874554581?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8538084008874554581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8538084008874554581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8538084008874554581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8538084008874554581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/digital-era-is-blessing-but-it-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-305949646587341525</id><published>2009-10-05T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:01:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is so sweet. She is a super mom I call her. She home schools her son, a sweet boy named Brendan, and she is an awesome cook.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her so much lately although our houses are quite near, 5 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I came to her house, Aidan had fun playing with Brendan, and she taught me how to make bread. I tried making bread myself, and it didn't come even close to what she made. She generously taught me how to make bread from A - Z, she even gave me all the tools I need to make a loaf of bread, on the top of it, she brought me home the bread we cooked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home and the first thing I did when we got home was slicing the bread, ate it, and wow! That was the best whole wheat bread I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sue. I love you!! Thanks so much. You are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-305949646587341525?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/305949646587341525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=305949646587341525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/305949646587341525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/305949646587341525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-friend-who-is-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4209604474570578573</id><published>2009-10-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:46:37.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;If God loves you, things happen for the better.&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is believe in God and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God gives blesses for individual who gives blesses.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a giver, God will give you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed, hope our family is given blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4209604474570578573?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4209604474570578573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4209604474570578573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4209604474570578573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4209604474570578573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2632143452999824740</id><published>2009-09-28T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:25:43.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining all day long and it's cold. This weather makes me feeling blue. I am not supposed to feel that blue, it happens anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Although today I picked up Indonesian dishes, my favorite, the only one I can't make it my own, satay padang, at my bestfriend's house who just launched he catering business, Lemongrazz, came home, send Aidan for nap, and slowly eating my lunch, enjoying every bite of the delicious meal, I feel so blessed. Even though we don't have Indonesian restaurant around, now I can eat my favorite food of all. Thank you, ibu ibu Lemongrazz!&lt;br /&gt;Your catering business made my homesick gone away, I used to miss living back in New York City, going to the asian friendly grocery, finding lots of Indonesian spices, blue band (my favorite), kaffir lime leaves, etc, and going to the Padang Restaurant, just a subway away. It was heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have kids, I don't miss living in Manhattan, I love living in a quieter place, little town which still have the high family value, wonderful school, and low crime rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy, reading all my friend fb who has nannies, and during Eid Mubarak they have to live without nanny for 2 weeks, makes me think, yes, I am so busy, but boy, I am so proud to be a mommy who really takes care of my children in every count, cook, clean, out for fun with them, preparing their lunches, and you go to bed exhausted, but it makes me feel that life is so short, it is a bless that you can spend the most of your time, loving them, and all you got back is more loves from them to their own mommy, not their nannies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are getting big, and I am blessed that I am invited to 2 postgraduate school interviews, hopefully I get accepted and could give more to my family and my kids. Leaving tomorrow night for wednesday all day interview. Wish me best of luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2632143452999824740?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2632143452999824740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2632143452999824740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2632143452999824740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2632143452999824740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-raining-all-day-long-and-its-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7104077339096066643</id><published>2009-09-03T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:49:37.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SqArmk_NZqI/AAAAAAAAC7s/H23kIqYoY-I/s1600-h/kakek%26djani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SqArmk_NZqI/AAAAAAAAC7s/H23kIqYoY-I/s200/kakek%26djani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377345896844191394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like he has never gone.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like he is still alive&lt;br /&gt;It feels like he is around&lt;br /&gt;It feels like he is still in facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a wall post for him today, and it brought so much tears, realizing he is no longer alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my love, farewell my greatest big brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, just in case I have never told you how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture of my brother and my grandpa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7104077339096066643?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7104077339096066643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7104077339096066643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7104077339096066643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7104077339096066643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-feels-like-he-has-never-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SqArmk_NZqI/AAAAAAAAC7s/H23kIqYoY-I/s72-c/kakek%26djani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3341418878957364365</id><published>2009-09-01T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:47:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer is almost over, the kids are crazy about water.&lt;br /&gt;I confirmed with Ammar that I would go ahead, joining the club in town, today.&lt;br /&gt;We went and the kids had the fun time in their life, going swimming indoor.&lt;br /&gt;Nadia tried her brand new snorkel sets, and Aidan loved his new goggles and dipped his head in the water all the time and hold his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate all the lunch I packed for them, and come home happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great decision I made for our family, on our anniversary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, hope by joining this club, we all are going to exercise, and live healthy dan happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3341418878957364365?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3341418878957364365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3341418878957364365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3341418878957364365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3341418878957364365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-is-almost-over-kids-are-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6936947484394736183</id><published>2009-09-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:44:25.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 7th happy Wedding Anniversary, 9/1/02 - 9/1/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had gone through the best part of the life, and also the disappointments in life, we went through it together, as a husband and wife, in good, and bad times, in healthy and sickness time.&lt;br /&gt;All those 7 years we hold hands, side by side, supporting each other, reminding each other, and loving each other, sharing our home, sharing our 2 beautiful kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that he was the answer of my prayers. Knowing him for the last 9.5 years, I have known every details, I know when something is bothering him, I know what makes him happy, and I know all about his dreams, what will light up his eyes, and what will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a great daddy, when he works a lot, he tried to make it up at night, he always put the kids to bed every single night, cuddle with them every time he has time. The kids are so fond of him, they run and chase him from the garage door every day he comes back from work... I do that, too.. chasing him with the kids and give him a big warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage is not perfect, but we could make certain others jealous just to look at how happy and well balanced our family is. Although we know about it, we are hoping that we are blessed with everything God will give our family, also others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has grown to be bigger, closer, loving and full of laughter and hugs. If you spend the time with our family, you will see how much we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anniversary is something that we cherish, especially at the holy month of fasting, we are going to celebrate it.. celebrate the happiest 7 years in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God Almighty for your blessings and your gifts to me, especially, thank you for giving me the chance to be part of Ammar's family and his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6936947484394736183?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6936947484394736183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6936947484394736183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6936947484394736183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6936947484394736183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-7th-happy-wedding-anniversary-9102.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7612298938672497898</id><published>2009-09-01T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:02:10.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OWGitosI/AAAAAAAAC7k/guz7Rb0fuh8/s1600-h/2009-May-Ammar+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OWGitosI/AAAAAAAAC7k/guz7Rb0fuh8/s200/2009-May-Ammar+298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376961884235604674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OVUeVZyI/AAAAAAAAC7c/cYMdo-8GBhM/s1600-h/2009-May-Ammar+799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OVUeVZyI/AAAAAAAAC7c/cYMdo-8GBhM/s200/2009-May-Ammar+799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376961870795466530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OU175b6I/AAAAAAAAC7U/w4Wz46Gnn0o/s1600-h/2009-May-Ammar+618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OU175b6I/AAAAAAAAC7U/w4Wz46Gnn0o/s200/2009-May-Ammar+618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376961862597963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OUaCk7VI/AAAAAAAAC7M/e4E1bFbrmP0/s1600-h/2009-May-Ammar+493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OUaCk7VI/AAAAAAAAC7M/e4E1bFbrmP0/s200/2009-May-Ammar+493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376961855109786962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures on our last vacation in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, my love. You are the greatest Dad and husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7612298938672497898?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7612298938672497898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7612298938672497898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7612298938672497898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7612298938672497898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-pictures-on-our-last-vacation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/Sp7OWGitosI/AAAAAAAAC7k/guz7Rb0fuh8/s72-c/2009-May-Ammar+298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1391400588523964952</id><published>2009-08-29T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T03:03:38.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's going to be our 7th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are wonderful 7 years in my life, living with a smart, loving, goofball guy, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kids, a boy and a girl make our family complete.... thank you for your generousity, God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1391400588523964952?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1391400588523964952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1391400588523964952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1391400588523964952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1391400588523964952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-going-to-be-our-7th-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3466846393688976579</id><published>2009-08-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:04:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had Ammar for our own selves. No work,  only for us. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;We achieved lots of stuff :&lt;br /&gt;1. Arranging fire truck bed for Aidan who is graduating to a toddler bed from the crib.&lt;br /&gt;2. Setting up a big bed for Nadia's room and clean up her room.&lt;br /&gt;3. On going rooms decorating for Nadia and Aidan's. Aidan's theme will be firetruck and transportation, Nadia's theme will be pink and princessy!&lt;br /&gt;4. Swimming, it's the last day of the summer session. Nadia graduated from tadpole's class and Aidan graduated from frog's class.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to go shoes shopping, we got really cute shoes for Aidan and Nadia at the mall, couldn't fix Ammar's watch which is broken.&lt;br /&gt;6. Had dinner right after&lt;br /&gt;7. Cuddle up in Nadia's room before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday :&lt;br /&gt;Ammar played tennis all morning while the kids had blast in our whirlpool bath, and ate waffle I made like crazy....&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally after 3 stores, we found Nadia's first 2 wheels bike, still with the training wheel but we loved it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Straight from the store to the park, beautiful park and Ammar coached Nadia how to ride a bike along the path, while Aidan was playing in the playground with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Had to run all the way back to the car because it was thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kid had chicken nuggets in the car on the way back home and feeling so excited.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cuddling together in the living room, Ammar and I ate dinner peacefully with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ammar put the kids in bed and read book Nadia so interested in right now : Human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots was achieved, Nadia is so happy, Aidan got a new car, and I really had good time with my husband this weekend.... what a blessing week end.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3466846393688976579?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3466846393688976579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3466846393688976579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3466846393688976579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3466846393688976579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-great-weekend-on-saturday-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6030588052380006514</id><published>2009-07-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:45:22.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from Indonesia after the mentally exhausting travel, I am back to see my kids whom I left with Ammar for the first time in my life, for 8 full days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to see him and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have my wonderful husband, who loves me so much, who hugs me a long time during my sadness, who supports whatever decisions I made, a very responsible guy.&lt;br /&gt;God, am I glad I met him and have him to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;God, am I glad that I can have kids with him, kids who love him so much, waving good byes, and ran after him every time he comes from work.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, who always make them milk and my coco milk in the morning in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, who always put them to bed and the one who checks on the kids if they have bad dreams&lt;br /&gt;Husband who always call from work just to check on us.&lt;br /&gt;A very good friend who always give wise suggestions in life.&lt;br /&gt;A family member who really loves his family and my family&lt;br /&gt;A father, a husband whom we adore, who is so precious in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6030588052380006514?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6030588052380006514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6030588052380006514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6030588052380006514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6030588052380006514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-back-from-indonesia-after-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-825525626606786157</id><published>2009-07-03T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:01:30.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been playing a lot on facebook, that's how I see my very old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been 'friends' with my exs sometimes we chat and sometimes we just kind off cool off. I am a type of a person who think past is the past, I will be friends with my exes, sometimes I got burnt because the significant others could not accept the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I chatted with one, just because he put my favorite song in his shout out, we ended up chatting, and he asked about my brother who is really ill at the hospital right now. Then it came to asking me if I sometimes misses him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really something that I have never asked anyone before... so I answered honestly... no... I don't miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth. I am very happy with my life, I have a wonderful ex boyfriend, whom I adore as my beloved husband, who whispers in my ears when I slept earlier than him before he goes to bed to tell me how much he loves me, 2 beautiful kids who really steals my heart, and a good life, God is gracious. I am so thankful for God who has been really nice to our life and our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still friends with my ex-boyfriends, but it's just a friend. I have had some accusations that I was still really into them, but not. I got phone calls from them, at the same time I call them if I needed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is just randomize thoughts, not for a specific person, but for the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July and we are leaving for a week vacation with my beloved family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-825525626606786157?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/825525626606786157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=825525626606786157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/825525626606786157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/825525626606786157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-playing-lot-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1561313092914492398</id><published>2009-02-14T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:55:51.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days before Valentine's Day, I noticed there was a long big box in the patio. Hm.... someone sent flower.. I wonder, must be from my husband...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I was right. I shared 2 roses for my little girl, put them in the separate vase, side by side. Loved it and it really made my day, not only the flower, more by the note came with the flower :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you for the wonderful nine years we had together. I still love you more than ever, Happy Valentine..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always tell myself, I would rather have electronic gadgets than jewelry or flower, but this.... this is different... Thanks much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed with my life. Thank you God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1561313092914492398?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1561313092914492398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1561313092914492398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1561313092914492398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1561313092914492398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-days-before-valentines-day-i-noticed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2361658564044408204</id><published>2009-01-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:06:20.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SXzF4ZWOr8I/AAAAAAAAC50/uvo8XVc5KxQ/s1600-h/IMG_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SXzF4ZWOr8I/AAAAAAAAC50/uvo8XVc5KxQ/s320/IMG_3232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295324834548330434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia had a wonderful playdate today. We met Riley, her playdate at Tree House when we were trying to get 2 kids out from the house while Daddy played tennis, she ended up meeting a new friend and got 'stuck' together. The girls requested us to exchange phone numbers to play again. This is our first playdate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2361658564044408204?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2361658564044408204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2361658564044408204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2361658564044408204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2361658564044408204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/nadia-had-wonderful-playdate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SXzF4ZWOr8I/AAAAAAAAC50/uvo8XVc5KxQ/s72-c/IMG_3232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8331976480333858732</id><published>2008-12-07T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:32:43.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got home from Syria on Wednesday late night, and Friday morning Ammar went to San Francisco alone for conference. It was a wise decision not to tag along with him. The kids are still having jetlag and seemed to be tired all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would have hard time staying at home alone with them, but actually I kinda like it... I don't have to make beds, I don't have to cook special dinner for my husband... I just cook whatever me and my kids love. I don't have to clean up a lot.. we live messy a bit... toys are all around the house.. every where!&lt;br /&gt;One thing I missed, is sleeping with warm body next to me. Being married for 7 years plus made me hate to sleep all by myself, so I have been tagging Nadia along with me all the nights Ammar's out. One thing I regret, for some reason (rarely happens), Nadia wet her pants and all my king size bed last night. What a work... washing all this sheets, liner, and the down comforter.. it takes 3 80 minutes drying time to fully dry this down comforter. As much as I want to 'kill' the girl... I think I am still going to keep her by my side tonight... despite of what happened. I love it that I could hug her all night long.... nothing like hugging your own kids in your bed.. much better than you own hubby who is so much bigger! Sorry Ammar, no offense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8331976480333858732?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8331976480333858732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8331976480333858732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8331976480333858732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8331976480333858732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-got-home-from-syria-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8972676929580120114</id><published>2008-10-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:04:27.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFxkC38FI/AAAAAAAACCQ/8w11DP3J3XY/s1600-h/IMG_6142_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFxkC38FI/AAAAAAAACCQ/8w11DP3J3XY/s400/IMG_6142_0746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314576886788178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFxiUj_9I/AAAAAAAACCY/XYUAYwSJ00M/s1600-h/IMG_6143_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFxiUj_9I/AAAAAAAACCY/XYUAYwSJ00M/s400/IMG_6143_0747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314576424107986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFx4d7fPI/AAAAAAAACCg/DNfbEimLcJ0/s1600-h/IMG_6144_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFx4d7fPI/AAAAAAAACCg/DNfbEimLcJ0/s400/IMG_6144_0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253314582368976114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First frost. It's freezing cold today and we woke up at 7.30 am seeing the frost all over the grass. For crying out loud, it's only October 3rd and we just got into the fall. I am afraid the real winter will be so unbearably cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8972676929580120114?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8972676929580120114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8972676929580120114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8972676929580120114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8972676929580120114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-frost.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SOeFxkC38FI/AAAAAAAACCQ/8w11DP3J3XY/s72-c/IMG_6142_0746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6093896512200179124</id><published>2008-10-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:03:19.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am blessed on this Ramadan Month. My eyes were opened wider to see what's good for you and what's not good for you.&lt;div&gt;God opened up my eyes and showed me the bad things in my life, then bombarded me with lots of bliss, in friendships and the way I should look up to in our family life. I learnt that I should always trust my husband's gut's feeling towards any of my friends, he never told me to do so, just a suggestion, and now, I learnt my lesson, as he told me : "I told you a long time ago... now it happened" God proved and showed us boldly, things that has been look so vague to become real and obvious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband, for the first time in 3 years finally will get a bonus, which will cover the whole expenses to go to visit our families in the other side of the world, with the possibility of salary raise. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids, have to learn the good way and the hard way to start forget about things they love, replace them with something way better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing still bothered me, but I trusted God's power to place our family wherever the best, the schools I applied. I am just only hoping to start school again next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia and Aidan both love their school and they are such a bliss in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt that I have to stand for my family no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramadan always remind me how God always be so close to me and make my wish comes true, one of them is the husband I asked in year 2000, on Ramadan.... someone who is honest and love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for your blessing, Allah. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6093896512200179124?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6093896512200179124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6093896512200179124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6093896512200179124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6093896512200179124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-blessed-on-this-ramadan-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6381078446361243880</id><published>2008-09-24T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:49:11.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNpg0UJxlaI/AAAAAAAACCI/6eFgxMrN_0U/s1600-h/lebaran.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNpg0UJxlaI/AAAAAAAACCI/6eFgxMrN_0U/s400/lebaran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249614767532905890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Eid Mubarak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Idul Fitri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Syawal 1429 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 1, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our humble words, we all would like to apologize for every mistakes we made, in the past, now, or in the future so we all can start fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eid Mubarak from all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ammar, Sari, Nadia and Nadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6381078446361243880?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6381078446361243880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6381078446361243880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6381078446361243880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6381078446361243880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-eid-mubarak-selamat-hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNpg0UJxlaI/AAAAAAAACCI/6eFgxMrN_0U/s72-c/lebaran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1615215456232101604</id><published>2008-09-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:56:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNO9c5hWHXI/AAAAAAAACBo/xsOYBNQDzno/s1600-h/MIKI+Rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNO9c5hWHXI/AAAAAAAACBo/xsOYBNQDzno/s400/MIKI+Rest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746294991428978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I really had totally wonderful time when I was pregnant with Nadia and we walked on the street in downtown Boston, freezing cold, awesome friends and awesome Japanese food.&lt;div&gt;Last night, it was one mighty cool/fun/bliss time with my Indonesian sistas, and I was totally forgetting at that time that I am married and have kids. I feel like I was still living in Jakarta, outing with totally awesome friends. I can't put words how much I really enjoyed this last minute gathering, but sure it made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi, Dwipa, and Evita.... I love you guys so much! Evita... happy birthday and have a wonderful trip to Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1615215456232101604?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1615215456232101604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1615215456232101604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1615215456232101604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1615215456232101604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-remember-last-time-i-really-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SNO9c5hWHXI/AAAAAAAACBo/xsOYBNQDzno/s72-c/MIKI+Rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2626081453549031292</id><published>2008-09-12T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:31:24.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talked to my mom today.... boy, do I miss her a lot. Everyone is doing fine, the youngest cousin, Zhara started to do fasting fully. My Nadia is just starting, she fasts like 2 hours.. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2626081453549031292?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2626081453549031292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2626081453549031292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2626081453549031292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2626081453549031292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-talked-to-my-mom-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7873177568168161526</id><published>2008-09-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:26:58.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPDUq_EAI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ODr3hzNRznQ/s1600-h/20080910_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPDUq_EAI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ODr3hzNRznQ/s400/20080910_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232372021923842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPDyQS9zI/AAAAAAAAB-o/jcmush8L_wA/s1600-h/20080910_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPDyQS9zI/AAAAAAAAB-o/jcmush8L_wA/s400/20080910_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232379963045682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPEKnrQoI/AAAAAAAAB-w/NFick1exHQM/s1600-h/20080911_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPEKnrQoI/AAAAAAAAB-w/NFick1exHQM/s400/20080911_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232386503557762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new 50mm lens today. It really take sharp pictures. It is so small, light weight and fast. With the aperture of 1.8 sure it will work on the low lighting. Cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took picture of the flower in front of my house with the bumble bee pollenating the flower. I cropped just for the flower, and it appeared very sharp still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also took pics of Nadia and Aidan. Can't complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7873177568168161526?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7873177568168161526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7873177568168161526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7873177568168161526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7873177568168161526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-new-50mm-lens-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrPDUq_EAI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ODr3hzNRznQ/s72-c/20080910_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2500238157629294347</id><published>2008-09-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:31:11.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is our 3rd times in Canada for the past 3 months.... but it has been really nice.&lt;div&gt;Ammar's brother and his family who live in Kuwait, had to come with the whole family again because they are in the process of the citizenship. We arrived yesterday, eagerly to see the kids again, and found out we got really nice great news from them. They had their citizenship yesterday and they got the passports for each of them. Yay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we are getting so excited that next time they come to Canada, they will be able to visit us at our home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia and Adnan, the youngest child play together so well while Aidan play with all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so fun to finally get together with cousins and family in North America.... looking at them spending time together as cousins... priceless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2500238157629294347?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2500238157629294347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2500238157629294347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2500238157629294347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2500238157629294347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-our-3rd-times-in-canada-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1614455320889080117</id><published>2008-09-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:33:57.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSIm-e1tI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v_FBwHfm_X8/s1600-h/2008-09-04Spider01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSIm-e1tI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v_FBwHfm_X8/s400/2008-09-04Spider01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235761369765586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSBPIwWVI/AAAAAAAAB-4/LnfeHVDK01Y/s1600-h/2008-09-04Spider02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSBPIwWVI/AAAAAAAAB-4/LnfeHVDK01Y/s400/2008-09-04Spider02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245235634711320914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While packing, I saw a spider, like 1/10 inch long on the window, I grabbed my macro lens, and here what I got. It's so hard to focus on the fuzzy little spidey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1614455320889080117?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1614455320889080117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1614455320889080117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1614455320889080117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1614455320889080117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-packing-i-saw-spider-like-110.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSIm-e1tI/AAAAAAAAB_A/v_FBwHfm_X8/s72-c/2008-09-04Spider01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1188091975910816292</id><published>2008-09-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:36:15.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSr6LcoSI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YtK8CFGkp_Q/s1600-h/20080902_Canada_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSr6LcoSI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YtK8CFGkp_Q/s400/20080902_Canada_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245236367819841826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are set to go on November til December. The tickets have arrived.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1188091975910816292?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1188091975910816292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1188091975910816292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1188091975910816292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1188091975910816292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-set-to-go-on-november-til.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SMrSr6LcoSI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YtK8CFGkp_Q/s72-c/20080902_Canada_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8574423050994733887</id><published>2008-09-01T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:39:05.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLucE7oZTuI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/M6q-LAKKZq4/s1600-h/Anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLucE7oZTuI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/M6q-LAKKZq4/s400/Anniversary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240954199916236514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8574423050994733887?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8574423050994733887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8574423050994733887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8574423050994733887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8574423050994733887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLucE7oZTuI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/M6q-LAKKZq4/s72-c/Anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2207196001139462236</id><published>2008-09-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:37:58.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkwEjsVI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Zs2HpZSi89I/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkwEjsVI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Zs2HpZSi89I/s400/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949249010807122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Fall 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYOikiSbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/OlY8ECaivOY/s1600-h/104-0424_Img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYOikiSbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/OlY8ECaivOY/s400/104-0424_Img.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949966941342130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXlN1OsvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/6Zgoo8yeq5Q/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXlN1OsvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/6Zgoo8yeq5Q/s400/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949256999580402" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Winter 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkun3ZII/AAAAAAAAB8I/85CYrZEcsvo/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkun3ZII/AAAAAAAAB8I/85CYrZEcsvo/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949248622027906" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Big Island Hawaii, September 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYO62BPSI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_LOWjoM3DIA/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYO62BPSI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_LOWjoM3DIA/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949973457124642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadia Sarah, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXksngmfI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dS1BqH0tf-A/s1600-h/DSC_5669_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXksngmfI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dS1BqH0tf-A/s400/DSC_5669_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949248083663346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wedding Celebration, Indonesia December 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYOmu_iqI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1d-lRKodzkk/s1600-h/Aidanbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuYOmu_iqI/AAAAAAAAB8o/1d-lRKodzkk/s400/Aidanbaby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240949968058944162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Aidan Omar, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXksngmfI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dS1BqH0tf-A/s1600-h/DSC_5669_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our anniversary came on the first day of Ramadan, The Holy Month. 2 special days at the same day. We have been so blessed, I can not thank God enough for his blessings in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 6th anniversary, Happy Ramadhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkwEjsVI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Zs2HpZSi89I/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXlN1OsvI/AAAAAAAAB8g/6Zgoo8yeq5Q/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2207196001139462236?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2207196001139462236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2207196001139462236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2207196001139462236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2207196001139462236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-2000-fall-2001-winter-2002-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLuXkwEjsVI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/Zs2HpZSi89I/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5338156660449630067</id><published>2008-08-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:29:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLR1Dw1gx4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/GT2gyoB6fcQ/s1600-h/Nico-birthannouncementBW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLR1Dw1gx4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/GT2gyoB6fcQ/s400/Nico-birthannouncementBW1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238940974048135042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To announce our new 'child', Nico. I am so HONORED to design his birth announcement. I am so happy for you, Maria!!! Much love from our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5338156660449630067?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5338156660449630067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5338156660449630067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5338156660449630067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5338156660449630067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-announce-our-new-child-nico.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SLR1Dw1gx4I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/GT2gyoB6fcQ/s72-c/Nico-birthannouncementBW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7328373411015168797</id><published>2008-08-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:06:04.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we had a wonderful Indonesian Independence Celebration at the Park. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos will follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also worked on my school application, boy... that's a hard work, writing and essays, personal letters, updating my CV, contacting the people who could send recommendation letters, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost done with everything, and this really makes me got some thrills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing more than when your husband fully support my decision to go back to school and willing to move where ever town which I got accepted at. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is great. Life is generous. I hope I will get accepted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7328373411015168797?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7328373411015168797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7328373411015168797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7328373411015168797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7328373411015168797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-we-had-wonderful-indonesian.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4299989191437295815</id><published>2008-08-12T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:49:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Dad!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Happy birthday to the best dad I know,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A father I love and respect,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A dad who fulfills all his duties&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To teach, to guide, to protect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If everyone had such a father,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A really good dad like mine,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The world would be so much better,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It would look like God’s own design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's been 14 years since I have never seen you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Every time I see my children,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I always wonder what you would think about them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know deep in my heart, you are proud of them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's been 14 years since you died&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I always cherish you as the best dad ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The one that I always fond of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The one that I always so proud of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Dad, I put your pictures next to my bedside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just to remind me how much I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So your grandchildren will remember your handsome face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And they know they have great grandpa like you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love you, Dad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4299989191437295815?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4299989191437295815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4299989191437295815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4299989191437295815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4299989191437295815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dad-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1182254107756857787</id><published>2008-08-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T12:46:45.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you, Wak Andak. May God Bless you and have you stay on His side.&lt;br /&gt;May all the families and relatives are given the strength for the loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Imad Dimakamkan di Kalibata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT: 9px arial; COLOR: #666; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="" target="_blank" fixed_bound="true"&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artikel Terkait:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kompas.com/read/xml/2008/08/02/13384863/tokoh.icmi.bang.imad.berpulang" fixed_bound="true"&gt;Tokoh ICMI, Bang Imad, Berpulang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 2 Agustus 2008  19:45 WIB&lt;br /&gt;JAKARTA, SABTU-Karangan bunga terus berdatangan ke kediaman almarhum Muhammad Imaduddin Abdulrahim (77) yang akrab dipanggil Bang Imad Jalan Bulak Raya Nomor 33, Klender, Jakarta, Sabtu (2/8) malam. Karangan bunga datang antara lain dari Wapres Jusuf Kalla, mantan Presiden BJ Habibie, Mensesneg Hatta Radjasa, Menhub Jusman Syafii Jamal, dan  Menkominfo Muhammad Nuh.&lt;br /&gt;Bang Imad adalah Anggota Dewan Kehormatan Ikatan Cendekiawan Muslim Indonesia (ICMI), yang semasa hidupnya dikenal sebagai seorang yang selalu untuk memperbaiki kualitas SDM umat melalui metode latihan mujahid dakwah. Tokoh pergerakan Islam yang  itu dikenal sebagai salah satu penggagas berdirinya ICMI, Bank Muamalat, dan harian Republika.&lt;br /&gt;Bang Imad meninggal dunia Sabtu (2/8) pagi pukul 09.15 WIB di rumahnya setelah empat tahun berjuang melawan stroke dan jantung. Menurut rencana jenazah Bang Imad akan dimakamkan di Taman Makam Pahlawan Kalibata, Minggu (3/8) pukul 07.00 WIB.  Mensesneg Hatta Radjasa akan bertindak sebagai inspektur upacara dalam acara pemakaman itu.&lt;br /&gt;Mensesneg Hatta Radjasa mengatakan, Bang Imad adalah ilmuwan, guru, sekaligus pendidik, yang tidak pernah menyerah. Almarhum juga selalu memberikan yang terbaik bagi murid-muridnya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1182254107756857787?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1182254107756857787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1182254107756857787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1182254107756857787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1182254107756857787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-wak-andak.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4834458226283944520</id><published>2008-08-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:45:41.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear cousin, whose father just passed away.... wrote this in her multiply.... I can't help to steal her writing about her father, which all true, despite of his fame in Indonesia, we all just know they way he was, just a simply great person. I love him dearly and I am in mourning, reading this writing my cousin, Ima did, brought tears in my eyes again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what she said (Ima, sorry I stole this from you, it's just so beautiful that I couldn't help it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Innalillahi wa innailaihi raaji'uun...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My father passed away today...2 August 2008...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I received the news at 4am (GMT) from my mom and my sister. And I got an sms too from one of his aides that simply said, "Telah berpulang ke Rahmatullah, Dr. Muhammad Imaduddin Abdulrahim (Bang Imad)..." - then everything seemed to be a blur...my initial reaction was to figure out whether to go home or not. After careful consideration and discussions with my family, it was decided that I shouldn't rush home as I would not make it in time. The flight from the UK to Indonesia would be too long arriving too late and it would mean delaying my dad's funeral. I was told that I should pray for him from afar and that would be all right.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was told that he passed away in peace...I thank Allah for that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm just sad that I never got to say good bye properly, and to tell him that I love him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But deep inside I know that he knew...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I pray to Allah that he died knowing that no matter what...I love him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We may not have spoken much in the past couple of years, but I never stopped hoping that he will see the person that I have become and be proud.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In the past 24 hours there has been an outpour of condolences, kind words from people who saw him as a mentor, a teacher, a fighter...and to me he is all of that...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I share the experience of many who see him as a mentor and a teacher...but there is one thing that I know him as, that only my sisters and I can stake claim to...as Daddy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And no one can take that away from us...He will forever be...Daddy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The side of him that not many people saw...the daddy that loved ice cream and chocolates, the daddy that would indulge us with books every chance he got, the daddy that always smelled wonderful in the morning just before he went to work, the daddy that loved classical music, the daddy who couldn't figure out how to work the video timer, the daddy who got very upset when I had to get glasses at the age of 10 because I read too much, the daddy who could be won over simply by a hug and a kiss on the cheek...and so much more...THAT's the Daddy that I know...and that no one else will ever know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I will always cherish all the wonderful memories that I have with him, that only my family know...no one else...and no one can take that away from me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to keep it that way...I want to remember only the good memories...the wonderful things he taught me, the inspiration he has been to me for me to become the person I am today. The wonderful ways I witnessed him touching other people's lives with his teachings. The pride that I have in him, and the love that only a daughter can have for her father. I will forever be proud to be his daughter...and carry his name with pride.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Everyday I pray for him...and I will continue to pray for him as long as I live...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love you, Daddy...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Like you used to always say...I will always be your little girl...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Good bye, Daddy...may Allah bless you to be by His side...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4834458226283944520?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4834458226283944520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4834458226283944520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4834458226283944520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4834458226283944520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dear-cousin-whose-father-just-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7229100462598621000</id><published>2008-08-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:46:23.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called my mother this morning, and I found out that no one was home, but went to my beloved Uncle's house, he passed away this morning. The whole memories about him and my cousins, from the death of my father, my sister's wedding, when I was little and always came to his house to play, when he always teased my mother and my aunt every time he came to our home, when he and my father were like best buddies, when I was so proud of him, when I visited him to ask his approval for my 'diplomat' boyfriend at the old ages, 1996 at the hospital and at his house (no, he did not approve), when I saw his open heart surgeries, and millions nice memories about him. I am a big fan of him and I always will. Selamat jalan, Wak Andak.&lt;div&gt;(sobbing while I am writing this ....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this on the newspaper about his death today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;table width="420" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="410" height="25" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="410" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muhammad Imaduddin Abdulrahim Wafat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabtu, 02 Agustus 2008 | 13:48 WIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TEMPO &lt;i&gt;Interaktif&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jakarta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:Sesepuh Departemen Teknik Elektro Institut Teknologi Bandung, Muhammad Imaduddin Abdurrahim, meninggal dunia di kediamannya Jalan Bulak Raya Nomor 33, Klender, Jakarta Timur. Sabtu (2/8) pukul 09.00 WIB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Imad, panggilan akrab Imaduddin, meninggal dalam usia 77 tahun. Rencananya, jenazah penulis buku Kuliah Tauhid itu akan dimakamkan di Taman Pemakaman Umum Pondok Kelapa, Jakarta Timur, pukul 16.00 WIB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Imad lahir pada 3 Zulhijjah 1349H atau 21 April 1931M di kota kecil Langkat, Sumatera Utara. Ia lahir dari pasangan Haji Abdulrahim dan Nyonya Syaifiatul Akmal. Sejak kecil, Imad dididik dalam tradisi keluarga yang patuh dan taat pada ajaran Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama hidupnya, Bang Imad dikenal aktif berkiprah untuk kepentingan umat Islam. Antara lain, ia tercatat sebagai pendiri Masjid Salman ITB, penggagas berdirinya Ikatan Cendekiawan Muslim Indonesia dan Bank Muamalat. Hingga dua tahun lalu, Bang Imad juga masih aktif di Dewan Dakwah Islamiyah Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumnya, Doktor Filsafat Tehnik Industri dan Engineering Valuation dari Iowa State University, Ames, Iowa, AS, ini juga pernah aktif di organisasi Islam, seperti Hizbullah, Himpunan Mahasiswa Islam, dan Pemuda Islam Indonesia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7229100462598621000?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7229100462598621000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7229100462598621000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7229100462598621000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7229100462598621000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-called-my-mother-this-morning-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6488862758257959921</id><published>2008-07-17T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:14:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have trouble studying. Either I can't concentrate, or the lines I read just passed by in and out my brain without any trace.&lt;div&gt;I remember I used to just talked out loud then memorized the subjects almost instantly when I was still in school. Usually before the exam time, almost every single classmate, talking out loud, memorizing things for the exam which was coming in minutes. I usually stressed out because I just didn't study enough before the exams, luckily, during my time in grade schools until dental school, just because I really listen and write during the lecture, maybe it got absorbed right away in my brain, so I always in the top 5-10% in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after a long time without reading or studying, having a mother's brain... I really am struggling to study for my board exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long discussion with my best friend, Lisa... she suggested to have my voice recorded and listen to it again and again. Instantly, I went to get the recorder, a very cute one.. and started working on it when the kids are asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result is promising... the only thing that I won't be able to study at the library anymore, when I recording my voice, I should just stay at home, shutting down all the phones and internet.... and just focusing with my dictation, when I need to listen again, I can go to library which has so much less distractions than studying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out on the internet, an article about memorizing the lines, lyrics of songs, and exam, by listening to your own voice. ... hah! I even get to excited now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allah, please make this method the best for me and I will pass my exam easily, not only passing because I am aiming for score 90.. instead of the passing mark of 75.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the article :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to memorize for exams and tests&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;There are many memories: visual, aural, tactile, emotional, smell, taste. If you are blessed with a photographic memory, then you have the ease of literally “reading” your lines out of your brain. This is because you are able to “see” the words on the page from within your own mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;But the average person cannot do this. So the memory that will become the most functional is the “tactile” or “muscular” memory. The following information will be geared towards harnessing the hidden power of your muscular memory towards your goal of memorizing lines. As a piano teacher for more than 32 years, I’ve witnessed the miracle of the muscular memory at the piano with myself and with thousands of pianists. The truths that I’ve observed at the piano are immediately applicable to the goal of memorizing speeches, memorizing lines, memorizing plays. This also will work for memorizing formulas and various expressions while studying for a test in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;Once you “know” the perfunctory technique of saying your lines, you can then easily add expression. The problem that most people have is that they are focusing so much on the blocking, stage direction, vocal inflections and expression that the lines themselves disappear from their mind and they become very embarrassed. This does not mean that you are not smart or that you are losing your mind. This just means that you are normal! Your brain can only do one thing at a time. If you are focused on one thing, then the other thing is compromised. Yet, if the words can be delegated to the autonomic nervous system, to the point where you don’t have to think about it, then you can focus on other things like feeling and expression and the words will no longer disappear. This is because the conscious mind can only think of one thing at a time. If you want to do two things at a time, then at least one of those two things must be automated. This information will help you so that the lines that you need to memorize will become automated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Subheads" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Subheads" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Create Logical Divisions of Text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Subheads" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, the way the words lay out on the page are based on their poetic presentation rather than their spoken logic. Mark the page or literally re-type so that you can see things in a logical way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;We will use an example excerpted from Shakespeare’s Hamlet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original Excerpt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To be, or not to be--that is the question: &lt;br /&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer &lt;br /&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune &lt;br /&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles &lt;br /&gt;And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- &lt;br /&gt;No more--and by a sleep to say we end &lt;br /&gt;The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks &lt;br /&gt;That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation &lt;br /&gt;Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- &lt;br /&gt;To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, &lt;br /&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come &lt;br /&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, &lt;br /&gt;Must give us pause. There's the respect &lt;br /&gt;That makes calamity of so long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reorganized text:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To be, or not to be--that is the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To die, to sleep-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To die, to sleep-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, ust give us pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="Subheads" style="text-align: left; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Repeat Small Sections Without Feeling, With Overlaps to Next Section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;The reason for this is to develop the muscular memory, separate from the emotional memory. You may have to repeat the same line between 20-200 times before it feels automatic. Do it without expression. Make sure you overlap what you say with the next word or two of the next line. This way, you are automating your preparedness, so it will happen instinctively, without effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To be, or not to be--that is the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whether 'tis nobler&lt;/b&gt; in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;The lines to repeat are indicated in &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; text. The last few words you say in one repetition cycle become the first few words of the next repetition cycle. This means that there is a very literal overlap of words, to create the flow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;If you are doing a speech or a monologue, the process is very clear cut. If you are doing a play, where other people’s lines are interspersed with yours, then you have a choice to practice the overlap from or to their lines, or to strictly do it with your lines only. There is no exact rule about this and you have to experiment to see what works for you. If you are waiting for someone’s cue and you haven’t memorized what that is, then you will have problems, so it may be worthwhile to grab the tail end of their lines and PRECEDE your repetitions of your lines by including their lines with your lines. Say their lines very soft, so there is a dynamic difference. This way, you will muscularly memorize your lines, but be aware of their lines and how they set your lines up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="Subheads" style="text-align: left; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Create a Mental Index.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;When you think of just the first word or two of each of your line, this is your index. If you practice saying just these index words (in addition to running the full lines) then you will be cementing in an overview of WHAT LINE COMES NEXT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be, or not to be&lt;/b&gt;--that is the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whether 'tis nobler&lt;/b&gt; in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;To die, to sleep&lt;/b&gt;-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Tis a consummation&lt;/b&gt; Devoutly to be wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;To die, to sleep&lt;/b&gt;-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, ust give us pause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's the respect&lt;/b&gt; That makes calamity of so long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;Literally say the first few words of each line, in sequence, as if it was its own line! It would sound like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; "&gt;To be, or not to be… Whether 'tis nobler… To die, to sleep…'Tis a consummation… There's the respect…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;Sometimes, you remember the lines fine, but you just forget which one comes next. The mental indexing will help you see the context and feel secure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Subheads" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Subheads" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Record Yourself and Play Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: left; "&gt;Use a cassette recorder or a micro cassette recorder or a digital dictation device to record yourself saying the thing you want to memorize. Then play this back to yourself over and over in the background, while you are doing other things. This will create a complement to the other techniques listed above and will help add a subliminal or intuitive awareness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6488862758257959921?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6488862758257959921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6488862758257959921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6488862758257959921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6488862758257959921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-trouble-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5951713767365083755</id><published>2008-06-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:08:47.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ammar is on vacation. Originally we were supposed to go to Indonesia, but we ended up having a quiet vacation at home, so when the kids are in school, we did some stuff together, enjoyed life, and just hang out.&lt;div&gt;There are so many things  happened for the last 2 weeks... and my relationship with my husband got better and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had one fine day today, spending the whole day today picking up pairs of glasses, went to see my shrink (yes, I am still suffering from post partum depression) with Ammar for the session, then just walked in downtown, and ate at one of our favorite Italian Rest, Gratzi. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home happily, and spend more quality time together before we picked the kids up from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many lessons that built our relationship stronger and stronger since Ammar took vacation 4 days ago... and having internet connection back after the last 4 days, made us spend more time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have another week with my husband, just me and him, something we rarely have since the born of our kids, and I am so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5951713767365083755?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5951713767365083755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5951713767365083755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5951713767365083755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5951713767365083755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/ammar-is-on-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8213105835251869740</id><published>2008-06-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:21:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCWSU-E1dI/AAAAAAAAB6A/kfpAiOVm_mA/s1600-h/DSC_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCWSU-E1dI/AAAAAAAAB6A/kfpAiOVm_mA/s400/DSC_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCWSm-WQZI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1dQVNnx_sQ0/s1600-h/DSC_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCWSm-WQZI/AAAAAAAAB6I/1dQVNnx_sQ0/s400/DSC_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It's officially 1 year ago when my mother left my home and back to Indonesia. My mom left a sewing machine which I bought for her projects, making all kind of stuff for Nadia and Aidan. I actually don't know how to sew, but today, I ended up taking the sewing machine out, went to used to be my mom's room (guest room) and making a project. My first sewing project. Thanks to Nadia. Nadia's school asked me to buy an apron for father's day project. I was too lazy to drive to the store today, and I decided just to make one for her, the result of my love for my daughter and her daddy. Happy father's day, My Sayang.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8213105835251869740?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8213105835251869740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8213105835251869740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8213105835251869740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8213105835251869740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-officially-1-year-ago-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCWSU-E1dI/AAAAAAAAB6A/kfpAiOVm_mA/s72-c/DSC_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4708167609390107274</id><published>2008-06-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:36:25.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My birthday cake. This supposedly to be made on my birthday party. This is my first time making a fondant cake, I ended up making it the day after the party, and give it to Nadia's school teacher, whose birthday is today, June 1. On my party, I was just couldn't have enough time to do it, I ended up asking Lisa to buy a cake for me... Easy huh ? Well, here is my home made fondant cake, pretty flower, and Nadia loves it a lot she wanted one for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU1v6UbjI/AAAAAAAAB5I/vW4xvlaQoZM/s1600-h/DSC_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU1v6UbjI/AAAAAAAAB5I/vW4xvlaQoZM/s400/DSC_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU1kHzUOI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/8w2KPMhEGA0/s1600-h/DSC_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU1kHzUOI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/8w2KPMhEGA0/s400/DSC_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU14iCZSI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/IcptiPxPiLU/s1600-h/DSC_0774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU14iCZSI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/IcptiPxPiLU/s400/DSC_0774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU2CGml_I/AAAAAAAAB5g/r4rtdQg3pNk/s1600-h/DSC_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU2CGml_I/AAAAAAAAB5g/r4rtdQg3pNk/s400/DSC_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4708167609390107274?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4708167609390107274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4708167609390107274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4708167609390107274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4708167609390107274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCU1v6UbjI/AAAAAAAAB5I/vW4xvlaQoZM/s72-c/DSC_0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8989362992700670997</id><published>2008-05-31T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:39:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCUNz1nmxI/AAAAAAAAB5A/FM4Ph9K-8M8/s1600-h/DSC_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCUNz1nmxI/AAAAAAAAB5A/FM4Ph9K-8M8/s400/DSC_0658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We celebrated my birthday a week after, because my birthday was on Saturday, the memorial day weekend. We had a trip to Upper Michigan and had my own 12 am birthday celebration on my real birthday... then we celebrated it again, the week after at home with all my beloved friends and their families.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized, when I blew the candle, I didn't make a wish at all, I guess I have it all and I couldn't think of anything this year. Pretty blessed with my life right now. Thank you, God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8989362992700670997?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8989362992700670997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8989362992700670997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8989362992700670997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8989362992700670997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SFCUNz1nmxI/AAAAAAAAB5A/FM4Ph9K-8M8/s72-c/DSC_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-645024006501693283</id><published>2008-05-19T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T06:28:12.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blissful food.... That's all I can say for our weekend experience. The kids and us ate so much that we could not imagine, even Aidan ate the whole food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I cooked, brunch and dinner. On Sunday, Ammar cooked. Oh my! The food we had for the last 2 days were beyond expectation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, we really enjoyed our time together as a family, away from Ammar's workload. Bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-645024006501693283?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/645024006501693283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=645024006501693283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/645024006501693283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/645024006501693283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/blissful-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7768268629695667943</id><published>2008-05-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:30:34.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzVqj_XYJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Tqf7oRfd86E/s1600-h/DSC_9940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzVqj_XYJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Tqf7oRfd86E/s400/DSC_9940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been longing to have a maroon colored formal dining room, and finally since we know we are not moving for a while from this house, I decided to do my project to celebrate my birthday on the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;I got to tell you, how hard it is to paint a really dark color, especially when the finish is satin. I lost hope, but when it got dried, it looks so much better. Phew!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7768268629695667943?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7768268629695667943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7768268629695667943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7768268629695667943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7768268629695667943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-been-longing-to-have-maroon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzVqj_XYJI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Tqf7oRfd86E/s72-c/DSC_9940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4164377078213292778</id><published>2008-05-13T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:10:32.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXzj_XYNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/DzcZYT_mxCw/s1600-h/DSC_9909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXzj_XYNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/DzcZYT_mxCw/s400/DSC_9909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is the project since a year ago when my mother was still here. The upholstry of these breakfast table chairs were so due to be changed. My mother was planning to make the cover for this chair and it was never done, since the birth of Aidan took lots of my mom's time during her visit.&lt;br /&gt;Here I went, trying something I have never done in my life, self taught, and I finally figured out how to do it, and it came out good. Ammar likes it. Yay, no more dirty chair.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mom, look, I finally did it!&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4164377078213292778?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4164377078213292778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4164377078213292778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4164377078213292778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4164377078213292778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-project-since-year-ago-when-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXzj_XYNI/AAAAAAAAB4w/DzcZYT_mxCw/s72-c/DSC_9909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8865097613679144952</id><published>2008-05-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:10:09.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCT_XYKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PUSuv7r1Lo0/s1600-h/DSC_9905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCT_XYKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PUSuv7r1Lo0/s400/DSC_9905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCj_XYLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/QKjk9tbDL00/s1600-h/DSC_9906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCj_XYLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/QKjk9tbDL00/s400/DSC_9906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCj_XYMI/AAAAAAAAB4o/FQuWYbx6lKU/s1600-h/DSC_9908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCj_XYMI/AAAAAAAAB4o/FQuWYbx6lKU/s400/DSC_9908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia and I decided to draw something for mother's day and we both colored it. Nadia colored the flowers, and I drew the outline and the letters. Happy mothers' Day, everyone. Hope you all had a wonderful one.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mom, especially for you... I love you so much, I miss you and happy mother's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8865097613679144952?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8865097613679144952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8865097613679144952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8865097613679144952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8865097613679144952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/nadia-and-i-decided-to-draw-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SCzXCT_XYKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/PUSuv7r1Lo0/s72-c/DSC_9905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5581294518498127668</id><published>2008-05-09T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:29:47.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We decided that starting this year, the house and the yard don't own us... We owned them and we are going to spend our spare time (which is minimal) to hang out with kids and have a more quality time together as a family. &lt;div&gt;I hired a landscape company to take care of our huge lawn and the flower beds, and I am quite surprise how good job they did so far and I am pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are total of 4 workers coming to our house every time, one is trimming the edges of the flower beds, one pulling out the weeds on the flower beds, 2 people with 2 zero rotation lawn mower mowed our lawn in less than 15 minutes (I usually do it in an hour or more). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I saw the boss came to check on their job.. and I am pretty happy that they value the quality, and I am blessed with my spare time with Aidan and Nadia, riding our lawn mower truck just drive around... fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly, when Ammar is home, he is just becoming all ours... no more lawn work. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5581294518498127668?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5581294518498127668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5581294518498127668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5581294518498127668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5581294518498127668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-decided-that-starting-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-9154148295621276279</id><published>2008-05-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:00:10.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm... my cousins are coming to NYC and I can't meet them up there. Why ? Just because I just can't leave the kids behind. Never! Never in my dictionary. Are they too attached to me ? Maybe, but I think I am the one who can't live at night without them. Other than that, too bad I have doctor's appointment on that friday afternoon. They are leaving on Sunday, and that Saturday will be my birthday (yeah.. happy birthday to me.... old mom!) and we are planning to go to Toronto for that long memorial day weekend. Lisa and Ima.. I am sorry, I can't see you guys there!&lt;div&gt;Now, giving the all recommendations of my favorite places in NYC, I just can't help not thinking about Gray's Papaya and their fresh squeezed orange juice.. mmmm.... yum!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I used to live in NYC for school, then worked in Central Park area, I used to go stop to Gray's Papaya on the way to work.. and it was always the best hotdog ever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now.. I am really hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-9154148295621276279?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9154148295621276279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=9154148295621276279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9154148295621276279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9154148295621276279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4632485216155285138</id><published>2008-05-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:09:06.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He is a great husband, after all :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cook special Syrian food today, after spending morning at the salon to trim my hair and straight to my favorite produce store far away from home, bringing the whole fridge full of veggies and fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammar ate so much and kindly enough, he offered me to clean the kitchen and all the dishes and kids' after school dishes and bottles, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been so tired doing the extra works at the office and other stuff but he has been so sweet to me even more lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for helping, sayang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4632485216155285138?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4632485216155285138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4632485216155285138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4632485216155285138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4632485216155285138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-is-great-husband-after-all-i-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-474394733560174691</id><published>2008-05-02T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:21:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got myself to enjoy the hot tub jet tonight, after all the kids are in bed. Putting the music on, put the light on dim, it came to my mind how much I miss having a relaxing bath, by myself, and go to sleep peacefully. Joy! &lt;div&gt;Readers, I am so sleepy now, tomorrow we have a busy day again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. I am going to sleep peacefully, happily and soundly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-474394733560174691?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/474394733560174691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=474394733560174691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/474394733560174691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/474394733560174691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finally-got-myself-to-enjoy-hot-tub.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5568527790006179755</id><published>2008-04-30T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:24:02.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SBiAwlKPrgI/AAAAAAAAB3w/YeHz0qIK_44/s1600-h/sharper+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SBiAwlKPrgI/AAAAAAAAB3w/YeHz0qIK_44/s400/sharper+image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195043742269025794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharper Image stores and any others fun stores filed bankruptcy. The other which we really like is Bed Bath and Beyond.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have the picture of the Sharper Image store in New York City, on W 57th St between 5th and 6th ave. I used to go there with my friend, Cathy during my fellowship at NYU 1998-2000 and really fond of their gadgets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The economy is bad, worse, and getting worse, and I feel sad that even good stores can't keep up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5568527790006179755?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5568527790006179755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5568527790006179755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5568527790006179755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5568527790006179755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/sharper-image-stores-and-any-others-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/SBiAwlKPrgI/AAAAAAAAB3w/YeHz0qIK_44/s72-c/sharper+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8547709325613520630</id><published>2008-04-24T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:09:43.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I keep thanking for what I have ... it is just that I am feeling so blessed with my life. I can't ask for more, everything relatively perfect, every single day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have Aidan with me whole day, and I really enjoyed playing with him, he was fully pampered today, I trimmed his toes and finger nails, then when he woke up, I cut his hair by strapping him on the trike and let him watch his movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also enjoyed him by pushing him around the neighborhood with his trike, and have the afternoon bike ride with him... he enjoyed every minutes. We also played in the sand box, sitting on the grass and enjoyed the afternoon sun. My son totally turned to be brown/tanned. Still cute, according to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed rocking him and played with him, holding him in my arms and watching those eyes went smaller, smaller, blink, he hugged me, and fell asleep hugging me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia, she is such an angel, still. I drew for her, and she drew back for me, I have those pictures and I looked at it, it gave me very warm burst of feeling in my heart. I love my dear princess, and I enjoyed showering her before bed and dried her long beautiful straight hair in the real saloon style, blow dried it and she gave me a big kiss to thank me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I feel like I need a nanny or helper. Just like my previous life in Indonesia, I grew up living with 2-3 maids, gardener, cook, and drivers, and I have to admit, I sometimes miss it, but I realized that living like I have now, makes me more proud of what I am, what I do, and what I have. Nothing like the feeling of taking care of your own family (husband and 2 kids) with my only 2 hands, since day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always go to bed exhausted, but the price you get, is worth every single time, when your husband came to your bed, giving you a kiss, and whispers, thanking me for what I did to him and the kids... and telling how wonderful I am....  don't you agree ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8547709325613520630?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8547709325613520630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8547709325613520630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8547709325613520630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8547709325613520630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-sorry-that-i-keep-thanking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6701954451054185043</id><published>2008-04-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:56:35.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent almost 2 hours on the phone with Lisa... There is so much to discuss, mostly about life, relationship, and in laws. &lt;div&gt;There is so much to share, and so much to learn from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is beautiful, sometimes can get complicated, but we will survive, in any conditions and any circumstances, because we... are strong .... human is miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, got to do my errands!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6701954451054185043?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6701954451054185043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6701954451054185043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6701954451054185043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6701954451054185043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-spent-almost-2-hours-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3397136875809076010</id><published>2008-04-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:41:25.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dalai Lama in Ann Arbor... Richard Gere, too!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Actor Richard Gere and acclaimed composer Philip Glass will join local Tibetan master Gelek Rimpoche for a discussion of Buddhism and art during a program that has been added as a prelude to the upcoming two-day visit of the Dalai Lama to Ann Arbor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The program will be at Hill Auditorium on the University of Michigan campus on the evening of Friday, April 18. It was announced Wednesday by organizers planning the visit of the Dalai Lama on Saturday and Sunday, April 19-20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3397136875809076010?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3397136875809076010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3397136875809076010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3397136875809076010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3397136875809076010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/dalai-lama-in-ann-arbor.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-751035428867324759</id><published>2008-04-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:59:12.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on Aidan's health.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out that when the Child Urologist wanted Aidan to come so much earlier due to my e-mail was after hours ... I came with Nadia and Aidan at 5.30 pm, no one was there, the receptionist even already closed her book that day, so I couldn't pay the co-payment. So he was so nice to see Aidan after office hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammar came to see us (he works at the same hospital), and after discussing what happened with Aidan. Nothing to worry about, he is fine. Great! I am relieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Bloom was so nice, he gave Nadia stickers and both of the kids the baseball trading cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home by my self because Ammar still have to see another patient that night (he works harder, doesn't he ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-751035428867324759?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/751035428867324759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=751035428867324759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/751035428867324759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/751035428867324759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-aidans-health.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1766620527301457474</id><published>2008-04-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T13:50:38.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took advantage from my husband's profession today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, Aidan was seen by his pediatrician and she referred him to see the pediatric urologist. They set up the appointment for Aidan and the first available was July 7th!!! It's 3 months from now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I emailed the pediatric urologist, and just saying that I look forward to see him in July, and I have met him and found out he is such a super kind person (it's true, we met at the new faculty welcome party), and I just told him the short story about what happened with Aidan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a phone call from his clinic... he moved Aidan's appointment for this Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I didn't ask bluntly that I want to see him earlier, but he made Aidan special by knowing Ammar works at the same hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Ammar's point of view : "Sari, it's not urgent.... you are asking between the line that you want the earlier appointment"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point of view : "Hey, I am a mom and I am worry about my son.. hehe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth : "Is it wrong or not using your husband's name in getting a better health care ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, he treated patients, too and I think his family deserves to be treated well, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1766620527301457474?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1766620527301457474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1766620527301457474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1766620527301457474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1766620527301457474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-took-advantage-from-my-husbands.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-123501057168282557</id><published>2008-04-09T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:02:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_0Sy3m9-SI/AAAAAAAAByw/SikFYBEfzq4/s1600-h/DSC_8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_0Sy3m9-SI/AAAAAAAAByw/SikFYBEfzq4/s400/DSC_8246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;My three favorite cute faces, my world, and my hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-123501057168282557?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/123501057168282557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=123501057168282557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/123501057168282557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/123501057168282557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-three-favorite-cute-faces-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_0Sy3m9-SI/AAAAAAAAByw/SikFYBEfzq4/s72-c/DSC_8246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1491951564543545257</id><published>2008-04-09T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:30:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bit sad that we won't be able to go to Maui, Hawaii this year, as we always do for the last 6 years. This year, so much in our plate and we decided to put it for our friends to enjoyed it... just reimburse us with the maintenance fee this year. &lt;div&gt;In the other hand, I feel so sorry for Aidan, he has never been to Hawaii and he has no idea how fun it is, while Nadia has been there twice and she enjoyed every minute of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, maybe next year!! Nope.. next year will be filled of overseas traveling.. Here we come, Indonesia and Syria!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1491951564543545257?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1491951564543545257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1491951564543545257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1491951564543545257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1491951564543545257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-bit-sad-that-we-wont-be-able-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3534458704177181800</id><published>2008-04-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:42:31.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FREAKIN' AWESOME EASTER EGG HUNTING PARTY!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a 2 weeks later easter egg hunting party. Because this year we are hosting and we spent easter in Florida, we decided to make it 2 weeks later. Fortunately this weekend was sooo georgeous!!! Everyone enjoyed the weather outside just to sit down on the grass and hung out or they just rather standing up around the food table (the food were incredible!!!) or sitting in the sunroom and patio chatting and eat in the warmth of the sunny weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised that the party went so well, I made 3 dishes, and they were all gone by the end of the party and I had to prepare a day before because Ammar is on call and he worked the whole day on the weekend, and between taking care of the kids and cooking, preparing the house and the decoration.. I finished it up at by 10 pm and went to bed exhaustedly on Saturday night. I couldn't expect to have Ammar help me out because he went home crashing on Saturday, too, bringing Nadia to sleep with him (so he wouldn't read her story book hehe) and went to work again early in the morning on the party day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan surprisingly was so tired and wanted to nap earlier, 9.30 am, by the time all the guests came, he woke up, straightly went to the backyard to hunt for eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so beautiful out, we enjoyed the sun in the backyard even after the guests left, that was when Ammar went home and played with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia went to sleep happily, so did Aidan.. they got so happy after playing with the kids and of course, their favorite people on earth : Uncle Bill and Auntie Lisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3534458704177181800?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3534458704177181800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3534458704177181800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3534458704177181800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3534458704177181800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/freakin-awesome-easter-egg-hunting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-688531370923253573</id><published>2008-04-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:05:23.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since we moved to Ann Arbor, I hardly drive Ammar's car. Today, without the kids, it feels so good to drive that powerful car and just press the gas, in 5 seconds, I reached 55 mph... WHEEEEEEE!!!!!!! It feels like it has been so long that I don't drive aggressively... not with the car I drive.. hehehe... Ammar's car is designed to speed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, driving his car was not for pleasure, I was assigned to bring the car back to the auto body store to fix some minor things... ended up going there twice because the problem was not all fixed. Ended up having to come back again later because they have to order the parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember.. when I was in Dental school, I always had race on General Sudirman Street.. to go to my university every single morning... that was when the street was not too crowded and you can speed on that straight, wide 8 miles road... oh Gosh.. that was long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know,... it hit me today, how much I miss a speedy car... hehehe.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, having 2 kids and always on board, I drive like a girl scout. Although sometimes I got irritated with some people who drive like elderly...  on a one lane road. Sigh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy driving, and today.. I really had a blast!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any girl who is crazy about cars, that's me... I used to just clean inside out by myself, although I don't like too much of washing the car from outside, my driver did that, but once, I even fix my beau's (at that time) car and brought it to the car dealer, and ended up going somewhere else and had better bargain, and of course, I picked him up at his work, with the stunning smelling good, immaculate car, inside out.. he hardly recognized his car.. well, I got a chocolate.. that's great! The price to fix it was fifth of the dealer quoted for. Yes, Sari was a tomboy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still until now, the one who handles cleaning the car from inside is me... not Ammar.. he thinks I do great job so he doesn't bother to do it himself... well, I don't mind.. I love doing it (if I have time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS: No wonder Ammar always speeds) ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-688531370923253573?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/688531370923253573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=688531370923253573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/688531370923253573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/688531370923253573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/since-we-moved-to-ann-arbor-i-hardly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-260191078998664447</id><published>2008-04-02T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:28:01.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update on Jalan Sesama.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we watched the sample DVD the sesameworkshop, inc sent to us, it turned out that Beatrice made 2 episodes of Sesame Street in ARABIC!!!! Yay!!! That was very thoughtful of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we talked on the phone, I mentioned that my husband speaks Arabic, so she said sesame street also makes in Arabic language. Now, we have 2 languages of sesame street movies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia eagerly watched the Jalan Sesama in Indonesian and I translated most of it, she now knows what "itu" (that), "tangan" (hand), "jabrik" (mohawk hair), "buku" (book), etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun..fun..fun.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Thanks so much, my friend to give this information to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-260191078998664447?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/260191078998664447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=260191078998664447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/260191078998664447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/260191078998664447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-jalan-sesama.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1905371368918525489</id><published>2008-04-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:49:26.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_JlPeMHvHI/AAAAAAAABw0/jAMWFvKQMKY/s1600-h/JalanSesama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_JlPeMHvHI/AAAAAAAABw0/jAMWFvKQMKY/s400/JalanSesama.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184317437533207666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Sesama from Sesame Workshop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home from Florida and found a package in front of our door and I was wondering.. hmm... I have not ordered anything on the net lately... I wonder what it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took that UPS package inside, showed it to Ammar, and I opened... I found 4 sesame street characters and a DVD with 4 Jalan Sesama episodes, samples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited. I remember that I had this information from my friend whose wife is Indonesian and he said his son loves the new Jalan Sesama episodes airs on Indonesian Television. They are now living in Indonesia and works at the American Foreign Post, he said he got DVDs because he is a member. Talking about how fun to have a bilingual children, I got so excited to have this, too and show it to Nadia and Aidan. After I talked to him, I immediately went online and search for Jalan Sesama, I talked to a really nice woman, her name is Beatrice Chow in NYC, and she said she would love to send some samples. I asked her if they decided to put the DVD on the market, to let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, seeing the whole package she sent, I couldn't believe that she sent the whole 4 characters plush toys in addition to the sample.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my friend's little brother learnt lots of English from Sesame Street played on Indonesian TV, so this "Jalan Sesama" should work the same to teach my 4 year old some Indonesian and its culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1905371368918525489?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905371368918525489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1905371368918525489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1905371368918525489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1905371368918525489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/jalan-sesama-from-sesame-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_JlPeMHvHI/AAAAAAAABw0/jAMWFvKQMKY/s72-c/JalanSesama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6627712352285848943</id><published>2008-03-29T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:04:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are back!!! We enjoyed our nice sunny day in the sunroom, there is snow on the ground, but it's not that cold. &lt;div&gt;We also had a great time at Ann Arbor yearly event: Brick Bash. (Think Lego!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much laundry to do and I decided to make the living room free of kids toys for our sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6627712352285848943?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6627712352285848943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6627712352285848943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6627712352285848943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6627712352285848943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-back-we-enjoyed-our-nice-sunny.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2617645113807596368</id><published>2008-03-24T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:56:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9WOMHvII/AAAAAAAABw8/I2cPhj657lE/s1600-h/DSC_7991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9WOMHvII/AAAAAAAABw8/I2cPhj657lE/s400/DSC_7991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414310520568962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9WuMHvJI/AAAAAAAABxE/d8ft53seO8E/s1600-h/DSC_7993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9WuMHvJI/AAAAAAAABxE/d8ft53seO8E/s400/DSC_7993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414319110503570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9W-MHvKI/AAAAAAAABxM/-21JLwqNkgA/s1600-h/DSC_7994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9W-MHvKI/AAAAAAAABxM/-21JLwqNkgA/s400/DSC_7994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414323405470882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my old best friend from Dental School whom I have never seen for 12 years!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so excited to see her and her husband in Florida when we came to visit. Our flight was delayed 2 hours and she had a dinner to attend back in Miami so I only saw her for like 15-20 minutes... we also had a meeting with someone that afternoon...  wish it was longer... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look so pretty, Linda. It was like a dream... and we love your husband!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids love them, Ammar loves the Godiva Linda gave us (he-he) and Nadia loves the chocolate and the easter lollipops! Thanks so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2617645113807596368?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2617645113807596368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2617645113807596368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2617645113807596368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2617645113807596368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-my-old-best-friend-from-dental.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R_K9WOMHvII/AAAAAAAABw8/I2cPhj657lE/s72-c/DSC_7991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6660556508797275765</id><published>2008-03-21T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:20:34.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of Spring....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's snowing!!! arghhhh &amp;amp;*$&amp;amp;#&amp;amp;*$()#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow almost melted all.. now it's snowing again? We have been having snow since THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are leaving tomorrow to Florida... yay! Thanks God.. and I am done with this weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6660556508797275765?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6660556508797275765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6660556508797275765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6660556508797275765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6660556508797275765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-first-day-of-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-9124670283422699650</id><published>2008-03-21T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:34:49.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How hard it is to sit on your bump and study contently!!! We will have our vacation soon to Florida, tomorrow we are leaving. I packed all the kids stuffs and mine, all set. Ammar still have his undone. We have been so sick, Aidan, me, and Nadia. On and off, it comes and goes in a short period of time. I am on antibiotic, so is Aidan. I felt good yesterday and I paged my PCP to tell him how much I appreciate his help treated me as a VIP patient. Today... I feel miserable again... allergies!!! Ugh... spring time is here... pollens!!!! I woke up this morning and found my eyes were puffy and full of stuff.. red... heavy... makes you just want to sleep having this eyes condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 2 weeks,  my dear friend, Lisa have been encourage me to study and study by sending me e-mails every day... she really is a wonderful friend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have gotten calls from my friends, even someone I have not met, just talked on the phone, to study and don't forget to study.... the most recent one, I talked to my ex-beau and he asked me if I was going to go to school again.. and I said "I am!".... Yesterday, I got my sitter and took her and Aidan to Urban Toddler and I sat down at their cafe and studied. Talked to one Korean Mom and she mentioned about me studying and how much she look up for what I did with 2 kids in the house. It is hard to study ... really....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all.... I really appreciate it..... that makes me still have the strong will to study, even just an hour a day!!! Aim high!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa.. Love you much!!!! Please don't stop reminding me about studying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-9124670283422699650?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9124670283422699650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=9124670283422699650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9124670283422699650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9124670283422699650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/study-how-hard-it-is-to-sit-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5773349915139250150</id><published>2008-03-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:05:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sick.... sick... ugh!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I got asthma attack, it got better during the day, then at night, I had chills, high fever of 103F. I coughed all night long. Nadia woke up crying, she had muscle spasms on her legs. Ammar sent her back to bed. Aidan cried at night, we let him fall asleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up so restless this morning. My right chest is hurting so much, sharp pain, esp. when I breath in. I have short breaths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ammar called my primary care, Dr. Gradwohl in the morning and he asked me to come to his office. I got x-ray done because both ammar and him suspected me having pneumonia. I went to bldg 9 to get x-ray. Came back to bldg 3 to see Dr. Gradwohl again, he said I had no pneumonia. He gave me prednisone and antibiotic z-pack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still amazed how the u of Michigan hospital system was awesome. I remember when I got my chest x-ray done, I had to wait a long time for them to read and sent back to the doctor.. within minutes from x-rays done, my doctor could see it right away, on-line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home, went to pharmacy on the way back. I beeped Ammar .. then someone called me with U of Mich number.. I thought it was Ammar, no, it was Dr. Gradwohl. He told me that he got another report from the radiologist.. that I HAVE pneumonia, very very early sign and he told me if I got more pain or things are not getting better to call him again, the same drugs so he doesn't have to change anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home, Ammar called, Dr. Gradwohl just called him and told him about me... he said not to worry, this might not be a real pneumonia, maybe because I got asthma, I am so prone to the lung disease. Ammar said he would give me extra z-pack if things are not getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... now... I feel so blessed that I have someone who cares so much, I didn't have to call the Primary Care office, to talk to someone about what happened with me... blah blah... Ammar right away called my Primary care, talked about me, and everything is taken care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent Aidan today for school, so I could get a rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to sleep now.... I am so tired and weak.... I didn't sleep good last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5773349915139250150?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5773349915139250150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5773349915139250150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5773349915139250150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5773349915139250150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7259493469746301516</id><published>2008-03-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:57:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PMcOMHu2I/AAAAAAAABus/VpNtez8Y7JA/s1600-h/DSC_7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PMcOMHu2I/AAAAAAAABus/VpNtez8Y7JA/s400/DSC_7933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180208781623540578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long wait... yes, Ammar has been living in this country for 13 years! He finally received his welcome letter (yes, the security check from FBI came back after over a year.... ) and we received the real card in the mail 3 days after. No more advanced parole, no more reporting to the immigration at the airport, no more EAC cards, and no more hassle. Yay!&lt;div&gt;Congratulations, My love!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7259493469746301516?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7259493469746301516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7259493469746301516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7259493469746301516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7259493469746301516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-after-long-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PMcOMHu2I/AAAAAAAABus/VpNtez8Y7JA/s72-c/DSC_7933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8943552853924079262</id><published>2008-03-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:10:17.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PPuuMHu5I/AAAAAAAABvE/HbWVx-wK618/s1600-h/DSC_7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PPuuMHu5I/AAAAAAAABvE/HbWVx-wK618/s400/DSC_7714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180212397986003858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Nadia's birthday party and Auntie Lisa and Uncle Bill drove all the way from Bay City to Ann Arbor just to attend the kids' party... we made them stay for dinner and had a last minute dinner after putting the kids to bed earlier and had our "adult" dinner together. It was so nice and the food, even though it was really last minutes, (you are a marvelous cook, Ammar), all tasted so yummy!.&lt;div&gt;Lisa and Bill ended up staying one night because we chatted and chatted.. and it was 11 pm and it was too late to go home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8943552853924079262?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8943552853924079262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8943552853924079262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8943552853924079262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8943552853924079262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-celebrated-nadias-birthday-party-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R-PPuuMHu5I/AAAAAAAABvE/HbWVx-wK618/s72-c/DSC_7714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6524073092250332167</id><published>2008-03-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T20:08:03.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love someone&lt;div&gt;Someone I got from my prayer&lt;div&gt;He came to my life as one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honest, kind, the best so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are blessed with our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One daughter one son&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is so precious as a family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing should be regret or undone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, Thank you so much for your blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't ask for more, my family is so precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is so happy, content, ready for the new adventures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bliss in Life.... Alhamdulillah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I usually hate to write poems, but I just feel like it today. The last poem I wrote when I had to at the elementary school, that was it, and it was not even in English....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6524073092250332167?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6524073092250332167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6524073092250332167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6524073092250332167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6524073092250332167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-someone-someone-i-got-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-5293343561730537662</id><published>2008-02-23T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:50:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8Bk0OZQ9rI/AAAAAAAABks/o7yExLBczrE/s1600-h/0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8Bk0OZQ9rI/AAAAAAAABks/o7yExLBczrE/s400/0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170243220601370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8Bk0uZQ9sI/AAAAAAAABk0/BdxbOfGf2V8/s1600-h/0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8Bk0uZQ9sI/AAAAAAAABk0/BdxbOfGf2V8/s400/0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170243229191304898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my kids, 1 year old and almost 4 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-5293343561730537662?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5293343561730537662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=5293343561730537662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5293343561730537662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/5293343561730537662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8Bk0OZQ9rI/AAAAAAAABks/o7yExLBczrE/s72-c/0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8829143649023401489</id><published>2008-02-19T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:00:54.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you, Dad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, is a 14 years anniversary of my father's death. I still remember every single second of that the time God took his life away. The only one who was not there was my older sister who was in the States at that time. She came home right after and missed the funeral by one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, life is so fragile, human being is so fragile. After all the bad things happened on Sunday, we should thank God more for every single thing we have, children, job, life, friends, house, air we breath every day, food, and pray more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Aidan will be 1 year old and a special birthday wish for my sister, Ezzy, who just had a birthday on the 18th, a day before my father's death. It is always hard for her during her birthday, she is a blessed woman, she finished her ENT specialist not long ago, has 3 beautiful kids, great parents in law, life to the fullest, but I don't know that God planned to have her birthday surrounded by the death of her loved ones. Ardi, her husband passed away 3 days before her birthday, it has been 5 years now, and our father passed away a day after her birthday, and our grandma passed away a year ago on the 23rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know for sure, that she is so blessed in her life, every one loves and cares about her, and she counts her blessings every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8829143649023401489?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8829143649023401489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8829143649023401489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8829143649023401489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8829143649023401489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-you-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-2794059696028891922</id><published>2008-02-17T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:37:10.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Dear all our wonderful friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my family would like to thank all of you for making Aidan's first birthday party a superb and enjoyable party. It was really nice to see all of you coming and give blessing for our little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had quite a day today, just the day after the party. Ammar went to work at 9 am and I went to the basement to check on birthday stuff down, I found a huge leak on one of the corner of the basement (it was raining outside and the snow were melting), I found out it was a leak from the roof, then I went upstairs to get Aidan and beep Ammar to tell about what happened, at the same time Aidan was vomiting, God knows what he found on the floor and ate, then choked.&lt;br /&gt;Ammar called right away with a bad news : "He flipped the car on the road, only 5 miles away from our house on North Territorial Road", I ended up calling our neighbor to keep an eye on the kids, while I was chasing him to where the accident happened. I saw the car, on the side of the road (ditch), facing me... the car was totally damaged on the driver side, the back window shattered, the front bumper was damaged, and both doors where heavily damaged as the car turned 1.5  times, dragged the car sideways and hit 2 mailboxes until finally stopped facing backward.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, Ammar is okay, his glasses fell off, and his back was hurt, but he is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After got towed and waiting for the police to come, he managed to drive back home (forget about going to work then), and we dealt with the leak in the basement, the builder came to see what happened, and he promised to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for everything, and everyone is safe despite of the whole ordeal today, we cancelled all our plans today and just rest at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are asking your blessings again, and thank you all to be our best friends/families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: For lisa, I can't thank you enough for all your help, without your help, the party will not be ready on time. Sue, thank you so much for taking the pictures at the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-2794059696028891922?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2794059696028891922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=2794059696028891922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2794059696028891922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/2794059696028891922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-all-our-wonderful-friends-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3422421886335221164</id><published>2008-02-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:51:51.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8LH1OZQ9tI/AAAAAAAABk8/ESqP4SShWOo/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8LH1OZQ9tI/AAAAAAAABk8/ESqP4SShWOo/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8LH1-ZQ9uI/AAAAAAAABlE/E4ICQi7z5XM/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8LH1-ZQ9uI/AAAAAAAABlE/E4ICQi7z5XM/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday morning, the temperature went up a bit and we had slightly rain, the snow turned into ice, the terrible winter road condition in Michigan, made Ammar had accident on the way to work. He spins 1.5 times and stopped on the side of the road almost turn backwards completely. He is okay, and God Bless all of us, life is so fragile and you should really appreciate life to the fullest. He canceled work and went home with me. The kids were watched by our beloved Neighbor, Andrea. Thanks Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;This is a reminder of how lucky we are and we are still protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Nadia : "Daddy has accident on the road and NOW, he has silver car!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3422421886335221164?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3422421886335221164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3422421886335221164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3422421886335221164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3422421886335221164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R8LH1OZQ9tI/AAAAAAAABk8/ESqP4SShWOo/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-9155257677307214932</id><published>2008-02-15T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T06:29:41.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing like seeing my children in the car, buckled up, in my husband's car, driving to go to school, HAPPILY! Aidan used to say bye bye whenever Nadia and Daddy went in the morning, now, he is inside, ready to go... he got so excited, smiling, gleefully waving bye bye, Nadia said bye bye so excitedly and of course, the big guy, too.&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to find this wonderful Montessori Program. The kids LOVE it! I usually don't trust anyone, even until now, to give up my kids under someone's care, but I trusted and I feel good and secure to have my kids playing and educated there at this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan goes part time, and Nadia goes almost full time. I have special days for Nadia and Aidan to stay at home and have fun with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-9155257677307214932?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9155257677307214932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=9155257677307214932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9155257677307214932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/9155257677307214932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-like-seeing-my-children-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-8946728237110770214</id><published>2008-02-14T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:36:52.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been feeling blue lately. Aidan's turning one on the 20th, and every time I think about it, I recollect the time when Nadia's turning one. We celebrated her birthday one month earlier because we were moving to Michigan, it was one great party. I decorated the house with balloons and we had the house full of people, because it was also a farewell party for all our friends.&lt;div&gt;Now, he is going to be one, and I so sudden miss my mother so much. She was here on Aidan's birth and I can't believe it has been one year since my mother came to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We supposed to come to Jakarta this year, but I don't think we could do it, we might move again, and we might not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent some afternoon decorating the house. Of course, once Aidan woke up from nap, I couldn't do anything. I managed to clean the kitchen when the sitter came for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to make the party as good as when Nadia turned one. It is hard because again, I have to do everything all by myself. Amora, as usual is busy, he will start his service again this Saturday, the time that we are going to have party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to my mother and sister today, and it doesn't make it better. I miss them dearly, or is it just winter blues ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The studying doesn't make any progress lately, as I have been very distracted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amora gave me a special gift on the Valentine's day didn't really make me so joyful. I love the present, he is such a wonderful dad and husband, the present is so thoughtful, that's just what I needed, and I think it is so romantic knowing him giving me something which I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-8946728237110770214?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8946728237110770214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=8946728237110770214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8946728237110770214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/8946728237110770214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-feeling-blue-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3017930652718229418</id><published>2008-02-12T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:22:28.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone asked me : "Do you want to move out of this state ?" I will answer : "I have no saying." The reasons are :&lt;div&gt;1. The house: I love our house, it's pretty big, huge yard for the kids to play, as big as a soccer field, so Aidan and Nadia can run around, or even drive the car in the back yard, and front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is big, huge, and sometimes it is a pain to keep it tidy and clean, you can imagine, just putting toys around back to their places, it took me more than an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love the kitchen. I love to cook, and I love huge kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Friends and neighbors. They are just like families to me. It will be so heartbroken (for me and Nadia) if we are leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I like Ann Arbor, the heaven for kids, so much to offer for the little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Nadia loves the school she is attending, and Aidan is starting to like it, too. I love the school because the kids love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Ammar loves where he works, he learned so much there at U of Michigan. Go Blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The downside :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cold! Cold! Cold! It is too cold here, as much as Nadia loves snow to make snowman, and how beautiful the snow is.. Almost every winter, I am in the bad mood!! At night now, the temperature goes down to 1 degree Fahrenheit (not Celcius!!!!), and during the day, it is around 14-15. I used to like winter and snow when I just started living here in the States because I come from Tropical Country, but after living here for 10 years, I have enough cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, everytime Fall comes, I started to get depressed! I know the cold will come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Ammar who loves his toy (tractor with the snow pusher) started to get annoyed to do the snow plowing every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilemma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3017930652718229418?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3017930652718229418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3017930652718229418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3017930652718229418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3017930652718229418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-someone-asked-me-do-you-want-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3076197397438317282</id><published>2008-02-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:34:14.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder, and I believe, that we have to be careful with all our sayings and our acts in our life. I am a believer that we should put ourselves in others' shoes in any act or quotes. &lt;div&gt;I also a believer that if you are not sure of saying anything, it's better to keep silence. Silence is Gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People might have other plans, we can't just crossed over and jump into a conclusion before you asked permission or just plain ask before we have to say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a quote of the day. I have been a believer of this quote, but I have seen the surroundings are still doing it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.... I have a great day today. I spent all day with my little girl, cuddling, drawing, study while she is playing, went to lunch, watched her skating lessons, went shopping, and picked up Aidan ... came back home... played with 2 kids, put Aidan to bed, played with Nadia again, and finally I have my own time to just venting about that thing above. Ammar is playing tennis so he will be home late, but since he left from Hollywood, I didn't realize how much I need him and how much I miss him, and I have to admit... I can't live without him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3076197397438317282?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3076197397438317282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3076197397438317282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3076197397438317282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3076197397438317282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wonder-and-i-believe-that-we-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-1839207369650284785</id><published>2008-02-06T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:54:15.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flu Shot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us got flu shots, except Amora. He works at the hospital and he should have had flu shot but he refused. I am not a fan of flu shot. I am just not a believer of flu shot, once I got flu shot, I got sick right away, that was when I was living in Manhattan, NYC, I was sick like a puppy for the whole week, body ache, runny nose, coughing, headache, muscle ache, the whole nine yard, which are signs of flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have asthma, so I had to have flu shot, so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan got bad cold and cough right after his flu shot when we had vacation in Arizona, Nadia was fine. I was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I got chills, my husband had to hug me in bed until my chills were gone. I got terrible cough. Everyone, except my husband got sick. Aidan got it so bad that he had his 2nd ear infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got chills again today, I cranked up the heating until 80 Fahrenheit and I still shivered. I put on hot water in the tub, and still shivered. Finally I called my doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called me back personally and asked me to come at anytime. He knows my husband and he contacts him sometimes for referrals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was snow storm, the road was terrible, we all drove 30-35 MPH in the highway! So many accidents.. so slippery. It took me 50 minutes to get to my doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me, I didn't need antibiotic, because I GOT FLU!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now tell me... why I got flu shot in the first place if I ended up getting flu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my body ache, my muscles are hurting, my tummy hurts, nasty cough... ugh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aidan is over his sickness, Nadia is still having stomach ache and cough, but she doesn't have fever, I have to admit that Nadia is very strong. She still never got any antibiotic until now, and she is almost 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-1839207369650284785?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1839207369650284785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=1839207369650284785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1839207369650284785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/1839207369650284785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/flu-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7278870198999044125</id><published>2008-02-05T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:59:05.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin in UK posted the youtube video about obama, YES, WE CAN. It was pretty good. I have been leaning towards voting for him for the change in American point of view. He is young, and he is down to earth, and I like his policy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7278870198999044125?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7278870198999044125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7278870198999044125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7278870198999044125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7278870198999044125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-cousin-in-uk-posted-youtube-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-6152983240932178616</id><published>2008-01-14T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:16:40.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful life, not perfect but it is perfect for me. I have not many friends as usual, but my friends usually last a life time, where ever I live, I make really nice friends. Not only nice, but really wonderful, amazing friends, I really can call them as my own family.&lt;div&gt;We have been living here in Michigan for almost 3 years, I made really nice friends and those people are so blessed. I just spent an amazing time with my friend, Sue and her son Brandon. Nadia and Brandon really play well together. I enjoyed my time chatting with Sue. Oh how much I love this woman. I feel so relax and comfortable talking about anything with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I also got a phone call from Melissa... Milla's mom, friend of Nadia. She is sending 2 tickets for Doodlebops show... We are so grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, those people, Maria, Melissa, Sue, Misty and Rodney, &amp;amp; Mehar are the most I really enjoyed their company and I call them family. Of course, I have some other Indonesian friends which we gather together in regular basis, and I love them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am picky in making friends, but my friendships lasted. I am so glad with my life at this very moment, I hope it lasted until the day I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-6152983240932178616?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6152983240932178616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=6152983240932178616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6152983240932178616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/6152983240932178616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-wonderful-life-not-perfect-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7937274826734061954</id><published>2007-12-30T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:47:27.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maria... she is the nicest friend I have ever met in my life. Again, we met at Gymboree more than 2 years ago, ever since, we become friends, through our kids. Her husband happens to work at the same building as my husband. He is a dermatologist at the cancer center.. they are supernice and beautiful family. About less than a month ago, they moved to the bigger house.. I am saying, much bigger house... and sold their house overnight. Ammar and I talked about it and agree that they deserve everything, the house is their destiny, and we are so happy for them. &lt;div&gt;Today, we were invited to their house for brunch, and it was so nice to see the whole family again. We have been so busy and with my studying, I hardly go out of the house with the kids, especially Ana, babysitting the kids while I am studying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is stunning, huge house, like 1.5 times bigger than our house, but not only that, they got a very good deal on this house. I love everything in their house, the previous owner seems to know what they want in a house. Huge windows in every aspect of the house, overlook the little pond and outside views, including neighbors. I cannot say enough nice things about their house.. it's a meticulously done!!! Bravo, Maria and Chris. We are so happy for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am entertained to see their panic room, and the wine cellar room. It's unbelievable. Panic room, it reminds me of the movie by Jodie Foster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we are done with the big house, we can pick up most of the attributes in their house to be built in a very miniature size of our future house if we ever moved again. Ammar and I decided that we don't want big house, small house, 3 bedroom house is just enough for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I am so grateful to have them as our family friend (I consider Maria is a special sister for me here in Ann Arbor) and I love her family dearly. Her family is expanding, and everything good comes to their life, they deserve it big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia had a wonderful time playing with her buddy, Luca.. She always says to me that if she grows up, she is going to get married with Luca. I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7937274826734061954?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7937274826734061954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7937274826734061954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7937274826734061954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7937274826734061954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/maria.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-262821018106201653</id><published>2007-12-28T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:07:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3cKcFsbaDI/AAAAAAAABfQ/31u5dmNwWoE/s1600-h/ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3cKcFsbaDI/AAAAAAAABfQ/31u5dmNwWoE/s400/ana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149596176602589234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana, the babysitter. The kids LOVE her.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-262821018106201653?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/262821018106201653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=262821018106201653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/262821018106201653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/262821018106201653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/ana-babysitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3cKcFsbaDI/AAAAAAAABfQ/31u5dmNwWoE/s72-c/ana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-909088750982441182</id><published>2007-12-27T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T18:27:22.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the last week I just crave for anything spicy. It brought to our attention that maybe I am pregnant again. We are so content with what we have, our life, our family, when we got Aidan, we are fulfilled, no more kids for us. 2 kids for our 4 hands. Each of us taking care 1 child at a time, everyone is happy, everyone is pleased.&lt;div&gt;Until now, the period never comes, that is worrisome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I asked Ammar to buy me a test... Thank you God... We are not pregnant.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so relief and we are happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-909088750982441182?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/909088750982441182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=909088750982441182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/909088750982441182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/909088750982441182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-last-week-i-just-crave-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-7216427413008184150</id><published>2007-12-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:50:15.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3EmoFsbaCI/AAAAAAAABfI/GGYOQAdfGYE/s1600-h/New+Year+2008+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3EmoFsbaCI/AAAAAAAABfI/GGYOQAdfGYE/s400/New+Year+2008+card.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147938319226333218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-7216427413008184150?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7216427413008184150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=7216427413008184150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7216427413008184150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/7216427413008184150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R3EmoFsbaCI/AAAAAAAABfI/GGYOQAdfGYE/s72-c/New+Year+2008+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-3755026886098173127</id><published>2007-12-24T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:18:04.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are back home safe and sound, just in time to enjoy the christmas holiday.. well... we don't celebrate it, but the holiday seasons are so beautiful here, snow on the ground, decorations in town, lots of greeting cards, lots of phone calls from friends and neighbors, and of course, we can have our own time, getting slowed down on the holiday season until new year, usually everything is slowing down, except the stores, of course. &lt;div&gt;It has been a long time we didn't cuddle all together, lying down on the carpet, jumping on each other bodies, including Aidan. He loves the new game and having Ammar so relax lately, we just love the vacation, just our family, no work involved and no hospital services. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing comes in my mind.. I think I miss having a small house. It's not that I don't appreciate our big house, but having a small house is so much easier to manage and tidy up. Organizing is a breeze. I miss my small house in Massachusetts, and I miss my friends there, too. I miss my mom and my siblings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my house now, but it takes more of our spare time to maintain it, while in a small house, you spend more time cuddling with children and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about this, I think if we ever move again, I would love just to have a 3 bedroom townhouse in a gated community with all the luxury we can have just paying the monthly fees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more huge house, no more huge and hard to maintain 1.5 acres of yard, no more spending hours and weekends on house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also miss our housecleaner in Massachusetts. Still couldn't find the exact person who does the great job of my high demanding meticulously cleaning ... I love my house to be clean and spotless, with our house cleaner now.. she still not doing it... we are now debating between keeping our housecleaner team from the Company or keeping the newer girl we just hired. She is very thorough, but very very slow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't complain enough, we now have a lovely baby sitter from Brazil, Ana. Nadia and Aidan adore her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays, Happy Ied, Happy New Year 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-3755026886098173127?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3755026886098173127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=3755026886098173127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3755026886098173127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/3755026886098173127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-back-home-safe-and-sound-just-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34576466.post-4790674132206601349</id><published>2007-12-20T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:07:33.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKBVsbZ6I/AAAAAAAABeI/EZ0p4_oPSUc/s1600-h/Bell+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKBVsbZ6I/AAAAAAAABeI/EZ0p4_oPSUc/s400/Bell+Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146288386064738210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKBlsbZ7I/AAAAAAAABeQ/iikMQM3cx58/s1600-h/red+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKBlsbZ7I/AAAAAAAABeQ/iikMQM3cx58/s400/red+Rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146288390359705522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKB1sbZ8I/AAAAAAAABeY/vG_H0uztMHU/s1600-h/Verde+Canyon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKB1sbZ8I/AAAAAAAABeY/vG_H0uztMHU/s400/Verde+Canyon+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146288394654672834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKCFsbZ9I/AAAAAAAABeg/VDr8zWzrnbU/s1600-h/Verde+Canyon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKCFsbZ9I/AAAAAAAABeg/VDr8zWzrnbU/s400/Verde+Canyon+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146288398949640146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona : Red Rock and Verde Canyon&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34576466-4790674132206601349?l=blissinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4790674132206601349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34576466&amp;postID=4790674132206601349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4790674132206601349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34576466/posts/default/4790674132206601349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blissinlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/arizona-red-rock-and-verde-canyon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VaAT0OiKew0/R2tKBVsbZ6I/AAAAAAAABeI/EZ0p4_oPSUc/s72-c/Bell+Rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
