tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246319892024-03-24T02:18:43.962+08:00My love my sweetheart my darling my lifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-60430610935444903402009-08-29T18:10:00.003+08:002009-08-29T18:18:22.117+08:00RamadhanI was too ambitious, thinking i can fast full month this Ramadhan.....ended up with 2days MC :(<br />Told myself to go slow and decided to fast on alternate days only...insya-allah i can fast to the max for this Ramadhan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-30640972461031788752009-06-28T16:16:00.008+08:002009-06-28T16:49:13.126+08:00Twins who are years apartEverytime we meet somebody new; in the lift, shopping mall, in the train etc....people will give this comment "They look alike! Almost like twins!" Each time I'll just smile.<br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352296042447049218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/Skcs5JbJEgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HsjuFrV0eeQ/s320/rahmat1.jpg" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkctJaGPFgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fz0-T_MpFQA/s1600-h/ridzwan.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352296321800672770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkctJaGPFgI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fz0-T_MpFQA/s320/ridzwan.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkcslXG-fMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RFALQ-hTGso/s1600-h/rahmat.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295702523182274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkcslXG-fMI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RFALQ-hTGso/s320/rahmat.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkcsJtWphhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/d5HaZNBTIgA/s1600-h/ridzwan1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295227458160146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SkcsJtWphhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/d5HaZNBTIgA/s320/ridzwan1.jpg" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-88621385972528771542009-06-03T18:52:00.003+08:002009-06-03T19:08:23.475+08:00Over-due photos - Rahmat's 4th Bday<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SiZWr3k4NKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dHxHxWC-lKg/s1600-h/DSCF8040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343053319574664354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SiZWr3k4NKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dHxHxWC-lKg/s320/DSCF8040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shy birthday boy who refuse to smile for the camera.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SiZXf_X5o8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YIoi-whehYs/s1600-h/DSCF8041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343054215020913602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SiZXf_X5o8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YIoi-whehYs/s320/DSCF8041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lil guest to Rahmat class...all smiley and happy to see toys and friends :PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-84846380671888630332009-03-16T15:45:00.002+08:002009-03-16T16:00:19.802+08:00FavourismAs much as I do not want to practice favourism with my kids but its unavoidable. I know I sayang Rahmat more…..probably because I really try hard to conceive and finally GOD answered our prayers. <br /><br />I hope my favourism will not too obvious else Ridzwan will hate me :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-7898650197229353312009-03-09T13:00:00.004+08:002009-03-09T13:07:41.880+08:00UntitledMy heart feel very sore, my head spinning & my stomache is having a dance party. I dont know what to think or trust or believe. I wished I can let it out but i cant. I need to find more "bottles" to store all this crap. Reasons are just too lame & comical...... <br /><br />To make worse, I feel nausea. . .<br /><br />I need a lot of strength.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-22897591288887173942009-01-25T02:10:00.003+08:002009-01-25T02:18:31.972+08:00Thru' his eyes........<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SXtaYNZOnSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yoo8noYRFcY/s1600-h/pix1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294925158862986530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SXtaYNZOnSI/AAAAAAAAALA/Yoo8noYRFcY/s320/pix1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Picture taken by RahmatUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-65779388582380292922009-01-12T01:07:00.007+08:002009-01-12T01:32:06.163+08:00Ridzwan 1st Birthday!About 2 weeks before his birthday, I decided not to have a fanfare for his 1st Birthday. It was a hard decision. Parents usually would go hippo happy to do their child’s 1st birthday. After much consideration and experience from Rahmat’s 1st birthday, I think Ridzwan will not remember or know what’s happening. So I settled for mini celebration with both side of parents on 2 separate days.<br /><br /><strong>08.01.2009</strong><br />KKPL gals met-up at Eatzi Steakhouse to celebrate Che-cher Mel’s birthday and since its Ridzwan’s birthday as well, I brought him along ;P<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWon9sYMo5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Epjq764YaAs/s1600-h/mel+%26+ridz_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084653138224018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWon9sYMo5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Epjq764YaAs/s320/mel+%26+ridz_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>09.01.2009</strong><br />Birthday @Tampines </div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWooOJ3HcDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g45xyL9BC3E/s1600-h/take2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084935930441778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWooOJ3HcDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g45xyL9BC3E/s320/take2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /><strong>10.01.2009</strong><br />Birthday @Jurong </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWoojyKX8PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aEP1VpAPzps/s1600-h/DSCF6153.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290085307525886194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWoojyKX8PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aEP1VpAPzps/s320/DSCF6153.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">…. Lucky boy!</span> </p><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWosYRZ1zAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MjZ4iTOzClU/s1600-h/ridzwan+smile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290089507800337410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWosYRZ1zAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/MjZ4iTOzClU/s320/ridzwan+smile.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>Hi. I'm Ridzwan Yusri!<br /></div><p></p><div><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-23224041781213746042009-01-12T00:39:00.003+08:002009-01-12T00:54:14.064+08:00School<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">Warning: late entry due to mummy's busy schedule :(</span><br /><br />Different environment, new teachers, new friends, new learning concept and approach, I think its too much for a 4yr old to accept.<br /><br />I was anxious and worried the night before. Checked and re-checked his bag couple of times, making sure I've packed all. I hope he'll like this school, friends and teachers. Learning from the mistake we made with the previous childcare, I want to ensure and help him adapt well.<br /><br />The day started early. Woke him at 630am and got ready. Left home and took the 740 train.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Rahmat's mood: excited and chatty. But half thru d journey, he got tired and just sat down, quiet. )</span><br />Reached the place, showed him around and explained that this will be his new school, teachers and friends.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Mummy's mood: worried but optimistic.)</span><br /><br /><br />Hang around in the class while allowing Rahmat to warm up. Soon enough he is playing with his new friends. Seeing that he is ok so far, I asked "mummy go work ok sayang. Later mummy come and fetch you home." Kissed him and left.<br /><br />Outside the class, I peep through while trying to hide away, he seems ok. I hope.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWoiz89V7mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0bSC_vIq7BY/s1600-h/rahmat+%40school.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290078988232158818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SWoiz89V7mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0bSC_vIq7BY/s320/rahmat+%40school.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Smile! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-70565481902655612872009-01-04T02:46:00.002+08:002009-01-04T02:52:46.625+08:00“No one size fits all”A lecturer shared on how there is no such thing as template replies. Each reply to a letter should never be the same although they are asking the same question. I believe it applies to marriage too. Each married couple goes through or handles their marriage differently. 1 same scenario/situation can be handled or assessed differently. Goldern rule for newlyweds: Compromise. Not an expert just sharing.<br /><br />I’m into my 7th year anniversary in June 2009. I won’t lie. Journey has not been smooth but it’s worth it. All the heartache, the shouting, the sadness & many more but it’s all worth it. I learn from it. Well, I try and still trying. I’m not perfect.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><em>btw, i wonder the 7year itch is real?</em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-58415440582168405572008-12-12T22:02:00.003+08:002008-12-12T22:09:23.069+08:00Will he be like Chad Smith?<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3MMkUg9BXKDdeLdXwUiq2XiLq94cv_4yeOSezl3GOKVIB9chbNk58L8lTbKWu2wv8bgZEBnIc6IE' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjPyxEf5VZPgd1yWFhNJmRuGOTcDaAces638I2YskB31Xkk8bQjK9mpOrnsRcP3zRi2sXvAuYvv4Y' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-61394686666340066212008-12-03T22:29:00.002+08:002008-12-03T22:38:03.441+08:00listen carefully........<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I'm not sure if i should say its the "greatest joke of the year" or "greatest blunder of all time" or "just xx stupid"........he is my father who make the greatest _________. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I received a call from mum around 9+ and was told that my paternal grandma has passed away. Told my manager and was advised to take the whole day off. Met my parents and went to one of my aunt place, only to realised that the deceased is NOT my grandma!! Apparently my dad had heard it wrongly. Instead of Mah(which they call my late aunt), he heard it as Mak! Me & mum was so angry with dad. He caused so much anxiety!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">To everyone, learn to stop and listen carefully especially things like this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Alfateha to my late aunt. Amin. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-20984347686069542222008-11-19T23:04:00.004+08:002008-11-19T23:28:05.799+08:00On a lazy Sunday afternoon..........<div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQu2RkCRnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Sb6boPizrz8/s1600-h/DSCF5103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388973892683378" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQu2RkCRnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Sb6boPizrz8/s320/DSCF5103.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQu2rVh_fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VEO3qW0md7s/s1600-h/DSCF5105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270388980811169266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQu2rVh_fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VEO3qW0md7s/s320/DSCF5105.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQvEQFpjgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sZE3sHo6hNc/s1600-h/DSCF5107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389214014967298" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQvEQFpjgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sZE3sHo6hNc/s320/DSCF5107.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQvEfzFtRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7tdcChPXguE/s1600-h/DSCF5110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270389218232087826" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQvEfzFtRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7tdcChPXguE/s320/DSCF5110.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQv-Oxg8HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gjmWOjqSYrs/s1600-h/DSCF5127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390210094493810" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQv-Oxg8HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gjmWOjqSYrs/s320/DSCF5127.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQv9wP_LiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VvWLJYF1Vdw/s1600-h/DSCF5117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270390201900805666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SSQv9wP_LiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VvWLJYF1Vdw/s320/DSCF5117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-76379330252126080562008-10-19T01:28:00.001+08:002008-10-19T01:30:56.091+08:00PrivacyA friend recently asked whether I believe that there should be privacy of oneself even after you get married. My first reply to her was “No. There should not be any secrets between married couples. If you have nothing to hide, just let him know the password lor. So conveniently & ignorantly, I answered”<br /><br />The question “got stuck” in my head. Today, I looked up the dictionary for its meaning –<br /><a href="http://www.onelook.com/">Privacy</a>: (1) the quality of being secluded from the presence or view of others. (2) the condition of being concealed or hidden.<br /><br />I’ll stick to my first reply. Personally, I share all my account passwords and even my bank PIN with my husband. We share all passwords or rather; we “neutralize” our passwords. Initially it was difficult, to share and allow another person know so much and everything that involved my life.<br /><br />Now, 6years on, I’m not too bothered if he has network account such as Facebook (or any new networking website) without me knowing the password. I guess it comes naturally once you have trust and faith in a person. You’re not so particular or sensitive.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-5302602518148576172008-10-06T18:14:00.003+08:002008-10-06T18:41:37.533+08:00My unofficial photographerPhotos taken using E61i nokia phone<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SOnmwlhbrgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UgcOGNolmgU/s1600-h/06102008(008).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984162684841474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SOnmwlhbrgI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UgcOGNolmgU/s320/06102008(008).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SOnmwmjY-yI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xHr996y21rc/s1600-h/05102008(022).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253984162961488674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SOnmwmjY-yI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xHr996y21rc/s320/05102008(022).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Photos are not taken by me or hubby. It was taken by our 3yr old son, Rahmat. We discovered his new skill during the fasting month when he was fooling around and playing with our phones. To us, most photos are quite accurate and nice, for a 3yr old ;)<br /><br />We believed we should cultivate this skill especially when he loves it. So this Friday or Saturday, we'll be Raya visiting @Sim Lim to get him a camera, not a DSR definitely hahaha.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-4665725511517538742008-09-01T15:48:00.003+08:002008-09-01T15:52:12.776+08:00Darn, I feel OLD!<p><em>OLD: adjective: (used especially of persons) having lived for a relatively long time or attained a specific age; especially not young;</em><br /></p><p><br />I don’t think I’ve lived for a long time but I feel old :( </p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy 27th Birthday to me!</span> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-68873764438333667732008-08-17T10:00:00.000+08:002008-08-17T10:00:00.211+08:00I love my Liz<div>It came early this year. I got more than i bargain for..... <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKbmpXlFlyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q5ZGWef3thM/s1600-h/Photo_081608_004.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKbmpYgS6cI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9itwmpAAGdk/s1600-h/Photo_081608_002.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKb7EQUgayI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yzLEU0QM1z8/s1600-h/Photo_081608_004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235147667383806754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKb7EQUgayI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yzLEU0QM1z8/s320/Photo_081608_004.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKb7EhIG6GI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9TtRnrc-d70/s1600-h/Photo_081608_002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235147671895205986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKb7EhIG6GI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9TtRnrc-d70/s320/Photo_081608_002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>In my previous, i wrote that hubby disapprove of me getting any newer bags.....suprise! suprise!Hubby bought me 2 handbags(one is actually a complimentary gift but who cares rite?) and 1 cellphone pouch. Love it so much!! Scream and jumped in joy! Rahmat saw me and gave the "is my mummy crazy" look hehhe.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-76589018261510553332008-08-16T22:11:00.001+08:002008-08-16T22:15:22.964+08:00Go West?Hubby kept asking me whether I’ll be going with the gals on Tuesday. Whenever he asked, I can sense he is up to something but he denies every time. We’re celebrating Liza’s birthday on Tuesday, another good friend turning 27. They’re having it at Liza’s house at Bukit Batok. My first reaction was: “Wau kao! Jauh!!<br /><br />Anyway, I’ve decided not to go. Nurul informed that Arfah and Fir will be going too, so I can go back with them. I know the whole event will not end late as it’s a working night but the earliest will be? 10/11pm? Leaving my kids is guilty enough, to come back late will make it worse :(<br /><br />As much as I miss the gals and really want to meet them, going to the West is too far. Sorry gals.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-14427397827477171972008-08-12T22:15:00.004+08:002008-08-12T22:46:47.216+08:00Never a dull momentAs usual, Sunday is lazy day. It’s a family affair: nap in the afternoon hehe. Hubby was the first to zonk off, followed by Ridzwan, Rahmat then myself. At least I thought I was the last to sleep but I was wrong. Apparently, Rahmat was just closing his eyes but not asleep!<br /><br />With the parents asleep, he’s up to his mischief! He dialed his Papa’s number using my handphone and when the ringtone played, he woke his Papa and asked him to answer it. His Papa half-awake from the afternoon nap, answered the phone without knowing it was Rahmat on the other line. LOL!<br /><br />Moments like this make mummy’s heart too soft :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKGiJOO_zXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/raP2kVVSdh8/s1600-h/rahmat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233642521304747378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SKGiJOO_zXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/raP2kVVSdh8/s320/rahmat.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-57567025032661909552008-08-09T13:58:00.003+08:002008-08-09T14:05:16.131+08:00That special SPADE<p>I pop this question to hubby this morning: <em>“Can I buy an expensive bag and I promise that I’ll not buy another bag 6 months later?”<br /></em><br />Hubby’s response: <em>“Throw away all your other bags”</em> Hhmm.<br /><br />Don’t get it wrong. Its not that he disapprove of pampering me with stuff/gift but he just do not understand why do I need so many handbags. To him why you need to have so many bags when you keep carrying the same few. Well that’s me ;)<br /><br />I need 3 bags for work (which I will alternate through the 5 days), a bag for casual wear, a fit-it-all bag for any occasion, a “jemputan” handbag and of course, the baby bag. In total, I will need at least 7 bags! Hhmm….Now, I can understand why hubby is not too happy (hehe).<br /><br />I guess my plan to drop hint for birthday gift did not went well. For now, I'll just admire the pictures and maybe, just maybe when I'm ready to throw away all other bags and just settle for this one(maybe 2) bag :)</p><p> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SJ0yx34Or-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/i4vN-NJONsM/s1600-h/spade5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232394174469156834" style="CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SJ0yx34Or-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/i4vN-NJONsM/s320/spade5.jpg" width="232" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SJ0yxmQdmEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0_gKA_WeWGw/s1600-h/spade4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232394169738958914" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="286" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SJ0yxmQdmEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0_gKA_WeWGw/s320/spade4.jpg" width="261" border="0" /></a></p><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SJ0yx34Or-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/i4vN-NJONsM/s1600-h/spade5.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-56023888918664588812008-06-26T20:30:00.004+08:002008-12-09T09:31:43.781+08:00Demand = SupplyRidzwan had his 3rd dose of 5-in-1 jab this morning and as usual, before the jab, the nurse would ask “template” questions such as “did he come in contact with anyone having chickenpox last 3weeks, is the baby well today, did he have fever after the last immunization, how is baby feeding”. It has become too routine, I bet the nurses would have memorize everything and talk in their sleep hehe<br /><br />Usually, we had no problem answering all of the above but today were different. The nurse got <em>“jumpy”</em> with my reply on the last question – “how is baby feeding?” My reply : “Feeding ok, 4oz for every 4-6hrs.” She quickly asked to weigh the baby, worrying that the baby might be underweight <strong>BUT</strong> he was not. He is growing and developing.<br /><br />Frankly, I do not see anything worrying about it. I know theoretically or scientifically, whatever the term is, a 5-6 months baby should be feeding about 230ml at 4 feeding a day. I don’t believe in following the standard feeding guide. After all it’s only a recommended or suggested feeding table. For me, <strong>Demand = Supply</strong>. Baby cry for it, Mummy will give. Baby happily playing or sleeping (though it’s feeding time following the feeding table), I let it be. Alhamdullilah, Rahmat grows up well and Ridzwan too. My only concern, Ridzwan is quite small in size. I guess he might follow his Papa (small and cute hehhe). Insya-allah there’s nothing to worry.<br /><br />Here’s a recent photograph of Ridzwan and Rahmat. Looking quite alright ;)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGNv8ys-eMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6iv4ItOAo3M/s1600-h/siblings2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216135883618416834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGNv8ys-eMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6iv4ItOAo3M/s320/siblings2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGNv9Lje65I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i75I0x3W6Kc/s1600-h/siblings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216135890289486738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGNv9Lje65I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i75I0x3W6Kc/s320/siblings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Playful lil angels!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-67330514907240214332008-06-26T14:59:00.002+08:002008-12-09T09:31:43.858+08:00Farewell gifts<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGM-iU22iWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FVwktoU1it8/s1600-h/Photo_062608_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216081552860416354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SGM-iU22iWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FVwktoU1it8/s320/Photo_062608_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Gifts I received from my ex-colleagues. The items may be of small value but getting it was a surprised and I’m touched. Thank You.<br /><br /><br />New place, here i come!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-39825218607678745452008-06-14T11:25:00.002+08:002008-12-09T09:31:44.212+08:00I bake a cakeNo i did not bake a real cake. Pigs will fly over the moon if i did.<br /><br /><br />First attempt: Butterfly Pinky.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SFMnwmyW6aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/10lFKfCnKfM/s1600-h/pinky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211552909796764066" style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SFMnwmyW6aI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/10lFKfCnKfM/s320/pinky.jpg" width="291" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was for hubby's sister. It was a rushed work. It was a total flop. I know! haha. I’m not as creative or innovative as W&F *winks*. Just trying for the fun of it :)<br /><br />Last week, hubby asked me to do one for his colleague. I got all excited but worried too. Doing diaper cake is fun, tricky and challenging but I’m worried that it will not turn out nice and “decent” looking. Since I’m on 1 week leave, I thought “Heck! Just whack la!” hehehe<br /><br />2nd attempt: Beary Blue<br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SFMn-CPQfEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wjG9f40JK0U/s1600-h/beary+blue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211553140504034370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SFMn-CPQfEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wjG9f40JK0U/s320/beary+blue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Improvement is still required. Definitely! But I must say doing this was fun<br /></p><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-27008044193992551802008-06-12T12:00:00.000+08:002008-12-09T09:31:44.362+08:00Brothers or twins?Everyone says they look like each other.<br /><br />My reaction: of course! they're brothers :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE99ym31SEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JZQcsztC_9w/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210521602272610370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE99ym31SEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JZQcsztC_9w/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />can you tell which is who?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-12013888040303155712008-06-11T15:01:00.000+08:002008-12-09T09:31:44.758+08:00Very belated and 'basi'Belated thank you to my hubby:<br />Thank you for 6yrs of beautiful marriage.<br />Thank you for sharing the load and stress.<br />Thank you for “contributing” and have 2 lovely sons with me.<br />Thank you for EVERYTHING!<br /><br />-----------------<br /><br />“How do we choose to celebrate? Find out at her blog cause I am sure she will be posting it.” - Papayaface<br /><br />Er…unfortunately I’m not going to. Well, I wanted to pen it down, to share the joy and fun we had but I’m not able to “organize” my thoughts. BooHoo! Whatever it is, we had fun. We know Rahmat had fun. We will definitely be going back. Maybe we can celebrate my birthday there. Wait (checking calendar)…....my birthday falls on the first day of fasting month. 10x BooHoo! Nevermind, I’ll find a day and a way ehhe.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE94wfUl3qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/M0P6nKDStbs/s1600-h/P1000053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210516068327874210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE94wfUl3qI/AAAAAAAAAE4/M0P6nKDStbs/s320/P1000053.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE94wloeiFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y3ocfu5hUr4/s1600-h/P1000059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210516070021892178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE94wloeiFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y3ocfu5hUr4/s320/P1000059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">more photos @multiply</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SE94wloeiFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Y3ocfu5hUr4/s1600-h/P1000059.jpg"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24631989.post-58699149501241191852008-05-31T22:56:00.001+08:002008-12-09T09:31:44.966+08:00overdue photosRahmat's birthday party @boon lay on 18/05/08<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SEFnjH_atoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pwG7PfV_QKI/s1600-h/P5180089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556497355126402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SEFnjH_atoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pwG7PfV_QKI/s320/P5180089.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Birth of Ridzwan Yusri on 08/01/08<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SEFnjX_atpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9Ur597e60BQ/s1600-h/P1080051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206556501650093714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mrDPgSRH5Q/SEFnjX_atpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9Ur597e60BQ/s320/P1080051.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0