<?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-9956605</id><updated>2011-08-03T00:16:23.300-07:00</updated><category term='Aidan'/><category term='Mommy random musing'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Nael'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Mommy work'/><category term='Just fyi'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Nael musing'/><title type='text'>Have Some Java</title><subtitle type='html'>Zan Offers Her Cup of Java</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-8406638193455482606</id><published>2010-08-14T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:57:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan is 3!</title><content type='html'>14th August 2007 we held in our arms, a tiny and weighed slightly less than 3kg baby boy and that was 3 years ago. How time flies and he is now 3 years old. The last one year has been a bit challenging for Ummi, the terrible two phase but I can never be  thankful enough to Allah swt for this gift as He had given us the joy of raising little munchkin, Aidan. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one year I clearly can see his progress especially on motor skill has multifold, by 2.5 yrs old he can remove and put on his clothes and night diaper by himself. He eats on his own, with spoon and fork and sometimes with his little hands, he even can clean himself up after small business which I think kinda of cute and lately he wants to clean himself up after big business too which is a big no no for Ummi. What I can say about this 3 year old, he wants to be like a big boy like his abang, he wants to do everything coz he thinks he's strong enough, like carrying our grocery bags :P His perseverance sometimes can drive Ummi up to the wall coz every little thing he insists it has to be done in his way. On the other hand, he's mature compare to his age, being and wanting to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4892496303_0436f52248.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC03205" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4892521135_d38a1078bd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC03205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is known to be a chatter box in our families, my family especially my parents love to layan him. Each time they talk in the phone, the ending conversation from Aidan will be"...bye atuk/wan, i looooove you and see you.." Mana laa tak cair org tua tu :) I love chatting with him, having him around just the 2 of us feels like having a companion over tea and one thing I notice about this little munchkin is that he is expressive not only with his words but with his body language esp his face. He loves to entice us with his comical look, his stunts, stances and he's playful with his eyes too. I guess it is not hard to notice all this from his pictures, he loves camera and video cam and a big time role player too, from main masak2, modelling, ultraman vs monsters, imaginary friends, docs and patient, dentist and patient, etc. From here you can tell it's lotsa fun, the greatest entertainer at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4892518227_0725814507.jpg" width="300" height="300" alt="DSC03205" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health wise, 2-2.5 yrs has been great but from 2.5-3 yrs, it wasn't so good but alhamdulillah, during that period, I have quit my job and it's like a blessing in disguise. I was able to care and nurse him. Just for the sake of jotting down somewhere, it was Aidan 1st hospitalization due to bad wheezing which caused his heart rate goes up to 180. It was on 20th May 2010. Talking about nursing, he's still with me *sigh* Ummi not so sure how to wean you off dear coz you are soooo ever crazy with that "chandu" which is "heaven" to you hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wise, you are the adventurous type, academic wise, not so much, you don't really like writing or coloring but with water color, you'r on the go, love reading with me but when I try teaching you alpabhets/numbers/surah recitation, your attention span shorten :( Ummi is taking it easy with you dear coz learning suppose to be fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Sans Serif;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Zul Aidan Naez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you to bits sayang, you are such an adorable little munchkin and we always crave for your antics. We hope that Allah swt will always protect you and bless you with His love. Happy 3rd Birthday Aidan with much love love love from your Ummi, Papa and Abg Nael. Muahhhhhsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/4892530041_4275f13df4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC03205" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-8406638193455482606?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8406638193455482606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=8406638193455482606' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8406638193455482606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8406638193455482606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/08/aidan-is-3.html' title='Aidan is 3!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4892496303_0436f52248_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-7853606813402594027</id><published>2010-06-17T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:06:34.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>Nael is 7!</title><content type='html'>This post is way outdated due to Aidan being admitted to hospital nevertheless, Ummi, Papa and Aidan would like to wish you Happy 7th Birthday to you, our little hero. We hope that you had ton of fun with your classmates during your birthday bash at Mc D. Let's have some run down since you were 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4709250514_d8450bc1a2.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4708627701_0eaee5b76a.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more adventurous with food, adventurous as to wanting to taste the food rather than turning your face to the other side :D You love your brother to bits and I still can remember on an occasion that really display the love for your brother. One day when we were at Giant and Aidan was throwing fit of tantrum and he simply did not want to budge, we were actually in the car. I used to have time outs with Aidan if he ever shows uncooperative attitude when we're at home but that day it was in the car driving out from Giant. Papa pulled over and let Aidan stand outside the car, you burst into tears when you saw this. Not only you were crying but you asked for forgiveness on Aidan's behalf. My heart just melt watching this. There were a few more incidents too that you cried of him although Aidan clearly at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic wise, you are doing great, you did fairly well in your monthly exam but what Ummi and Papa is more than happy is that you love school, you enjoy learning, you have no qualms attending extra class (Agama, Morris Allen, Taekwando) albeit its a bit taxing to my standard. You ask so many questions on life, death, being good muslim, about unseen world and such. Your health department is better especially on your flu and cough, I think the Superman Vit C helped and Flexonase too :) You are eager to be so called orang besar, you want to help me with the dirty dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming, you even want to sleep on your own in your own room, to even lock the door at night and ensure the alarm is on. But the best part to watch is how you be an imam to your brother, you with your shorts and Aidan with his pull up diaper hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael is still a shy boy but I can see he's transforming to a more confident individual. We pray that Allah will always shower you with his love and mercy and may you turn up to be one fine grown up man with a happy soul. Lots of love, hugs and kisses from your Ummi, Papa and Aidan *muahhhss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4709245736_dc30e01cc5.jpg" border="2" width=350 length=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look at Aidan!!."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4026/4708634131_b1b794049f.jpg" border="2" width=350 length=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"He got this card from the boy who asks money from him..hemm alahai :)"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-7853606813402594027?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7853606813402594027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=7853606813402594027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7853606813402594027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7853606813402594027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/06/nael-is-7.html' title='Nael is 7!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4709250514_d8450bc1a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-1412016767712279874</id><published>2010-03-24T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:40:38.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/tick-tock.html"&gt;Tick Tock. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for quite many months before I made the BIG decision. Actually it came quite naturally, or maybe I should say, Allah has another plan for me. It started with the maid issue. I thought we were gonna have a replacement maid after AIdil Fitri last year but heck, it wasn't easy, we (myself &amp; my agent) were duped by Indonesian agents. The whole story can make up a book by itself. So, I was totally turned off by the idea. Next came another issue that is my other half has taken up another role, like his old role, that is a regional position and therefore he has to make trips which means he has to leave me with this 2 kiddos on my own. *scratch head*. If that's not enough, we also have some family issue and Nael is starting primary One, so who's gonna take good care of them? The only appropriate solution for this time is that I have to make yet again another sacrifice that is quiting my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I was very nervous, nervous on how to tell my parents. You see, I have been giving them some moolah since I started work, in a way we 3 children have been supporting them, ensuring they get to experience what they could not afford when they were young. So, the feeling of not able to contribute and the feelings of what my brother and sister would say, too much to shoulder at times. When I 1st broke the news, there was dissappointment from all :( the last few months I have been trying to tell them, that we will do ok and there are plans for the financial side, it's like submitting financial proposal to board of directors :P In all, they didn't say much, looks like my parents have beginning to accept my reason to leave my job and some plans we have in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my other half asked me "how do you feel that today Monday is your last Monday at work" I told him that I wasn't really thinking of my days left in office, I'm more a nervous wreck on how I will spend my time. You see, I had made a pact in me that I would do this, this, and this and I know Allah is watching and we are answerable to every little time we spend on this world. Therefore I just pray that I would be discipline enough and follow my new schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I asked myelf, will I miss not working? I think I would! I love working, having a job, having moolah and having that moolah to please a lot of people but I could not stand my current job, too boring. At this moment, I want to forget about it and embrace a new title, wearing a new hat, the job is the highest paying job in the world and the return is immeasurable! I will be a SAHM :) , where the 'execitement' begins and never ends :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAHM out there, give me some words of advice, be it good or bad, I do appreciate it very much. Wish me luck my dear friends and I hope this have answered why I have had so many free lunches this month tsk tsk tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-1412016767712279874?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1412016767712279874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=1412016767712279874' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1412016767712279874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1412016767712279874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock Tick Tock'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-2044759932035890562</id><published>2010-03-22T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:49:47.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael musing'/><title type='text'>Standard Oners</title><content type='html'>Below are the conversations I had with Nael. He is now into numbers=age=old or young and about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "Nenek is 101 years old"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Wow!! and you?"&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "I'm 7 yrs old, nenek dah tua. Nael nak umur 101 million years old"&lt;br /&gt;Me : *chuckle* "Tak ada oranglah umur macam tu. Semua mati sebelum umur 101 years old"&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "Haaaa...MATI? Nael tak nak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "Pergi school, pergi university, lepas tu work, lepas tu old, lepas tu?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "lepas tu mati lah" (jokingly manner)&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "mati??? tak nak la"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Itula Nael kena selalu doa, supaya nael, ummi, papa and aidan panjang umur"&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "panjang umurrrrrr??" &lt;br /&gt;Me : "lepas tu doa laa supaya murah rezeki"&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "murah rezekiiiiii??"&lt;br /&gt;Me : hemmm..&lt;br /&gt;Nael : "apa panjang umur? apa murah rezeki?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's a new phase for me in dealing with Nael, lots of questions. Kadang tu pening kepala nak fikir the simplest phrase that he can understand :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-2044759932035890562?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2044759932035890562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=2044759932035890562' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2044759932035890562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2044759932035890562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/standard-oners.html' title='Standard Oners'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-812023715039115434</id><published>2010-03-22T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:23:12.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy work'/><title type='text'>Tick Tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4453762040_a1b85e8470.jpg" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"menghitung hari, detik demi detik.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, itulah kerja saya setiap hari since 1st March 2010. I have submitted my love letter to the management on that very day. After 12 years being with the company, I felt this IS the time to make a move, a big decision with a big leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th February 1998, I first joined m.o.t company where I was recruited in the states, fresh out from the oven joining ~30+ fresh grad all over US universities to be based in KL and Penang. It was in Texas, that I first met Elisa. She was one of the interviewers flown in from KL. There I was with my pierced eyebrow together with my 2 piece mini skirt, went for 2 rounds of interviews and got the job. Seriously if I was in M'sia, they would not hire me due to a)I'm not an A student b)I had a ring stuck at my eyebrow :P but being American company, they saw something else in me. On our 3rd day, we knew the results and I postponed my trip back to M'sia for a month and did some trips in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept the good news to myself :) No one in the family knew that I got the job. So, when my family picked me up from the airport, I remember clearly how my mother was damn worried that I will not get any jobs due to the global economic crisis. She was ranting..blah blah blah all the way from airport to the house. Once at home, I broke the news, goshhh..the feelings was indescribable, esp looking at their faces and even more funny when I mentioned my starting salary was RM2.4K. Their jaw dropped! heheh...why, you may ask? some of you might know that I have an older brother who worked as a doc in government hospital, he is 7 years older than me. He has to work in long hour shifts, he even did locam (sp?) as part time to earn a decent living. That shows how poor he was, gov paid them, doctors peanuts during 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported duty on 4th Feb 1998. My circle of friends grew, from Lily &amp; Hani to Famy, Elisa, Mdm Y and Mdm S and not forgetting Ninuk :) I think I had great time during m.o.t era. Gaji bagus, kerja bagus, lots of training available, ada shares for high performance employee, bonus pun bagus until....we were outsourced to managed services company where everything is about money! so kena laa undertake cost effective measures and my career graph started to plunge :P  From somewhat career minded lady, I turned to lifeless woman whose hands on the computer but her mind is elsewhere. I did try to move on to different company, same line but with better prospect, I had to let it go due to giving way to my other half as he has much more promising career path than I do..so like any other working mother, I made sacrifices. Sticking to the same company doing the same mundane work with a slightly more challenging environment where you have to suck up to your customer's bad day te he he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space for Tick Tock II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-812023715039115434?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/812023715039115434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=812023715039115434' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/812023715039115434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/812023715039115434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/tick-tock.html' title='Tick Tock'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2683/4453762040_a1b85e8470_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6656338306902850652</id><published>2010-03-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:57:43.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>Part of Growing Up</title><content type='html'>On the 10th March evening, he fell flat face on the concrete floor. When I first saw him, he was tring to avoid my gaze, maybe he was too terrified that he thought he would get a scolding, a good one, instead I just talked to him calmly and I saw tears running down his cheeck. My poor boy, his baju melayu top near the collar was in dark red. Took him to a clinic as I thought the MO can just clip his lips, then he said need to be referred to a surgeon. Least we know, his gum needs stitches too and appointment was made to have him under GA the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4433737735_ecb99c9e09.jpg" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"one restless boy, waiting in his gown. he looks cute though"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4433739043_ca4d029050.jpg" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"sticker for him, to lift up his spirit"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4433739945_d3fec8ef0e.jpg" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"he waited for 10 mins at the OT sebab mak dia sibuk berbreakfast, he woke up to see the nurse and not the mother :P. for this i kena an earful from hubby. Sorry sayang, doc kata 1/2 hr, Ummi pergila makan 1/2 an hr."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4434514728_39f902e104.jpg" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"ini lapar punya pasal, dah tak ingat dah sakit mulut"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 stitches to upper gum and lips and it will be removed this Thursday. So far not much drama from him, sibuk melompat lagi adalah :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6656338306902850652?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6656338306902850652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6656338306902850652' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6656338306902850652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6656338306902850652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/03/part-of-growing-up.html' title='Part of Growing Up'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4433737735_ecb99c9e09_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-8549684981039012847</id><published>2010-01-10T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:23:52.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>Nael is in Year 1</title><content type='html'>Nael aka Zul Arif to his friends is now in Year 1 and 4th January onwards, the ZAN household has to follow his schedule, no more waking up late for the parents :P Our day now starts at 5:45am for hubby and moi at 6:00am, reason being, I'm still b'feeding Aidan and 15mins more I consider as a luxury to catch up on the sleep lost :) No issue for Nael to wake up early too, he is more eager than usual, wakes up, take shower and hubby will give shower to Aidan too at 6:15am, yes that EARLY while Ummi prepare breakfast and bekal for everyone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;His 1st day was OK, no crying, no sad face, all I can see was his smile, his thumb up and occasional yawning. Boy oh boy, my boy has grown up. He's sitting at the last row, last seat because we were late and actually I was the last parent sending him to his class. Blame it to the bad traffic..huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4264507707_0127d5c58e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00311" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So for the last 5 days...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) he gets confuse when we drop him off at gate C in the morning, he wasn't sure how to get to his building. Fyi, this school is huge compare to other schools I have seen and they have 3 blocks that look the same from gate C. Once he gets to the correct building, he knows where his class, there are 5 classes where each has ~38 students, he will lookup for his class name at the door :) . By Friday he knows his way. *phew*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) during recess, a few days I gave him lunch box and 1 day without as I wanted him to get his snack on his own. He is usually with his partner in class, name Azi@t, once he finishes his meal, we encourage him to get some other food, not that we want him to get canteen food but we just need to know how he handles his money when buying food/drink. So, what I observe, he gets confuse about 1 ringgit note but not the syiling. That is understood as his kindy taught them on the syilings. But if the food cost more than 1 ringgit, this confused him more hehehe...So, to cut short, I just thought him&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    a. First, put all your food and water on the cashier table, take out your wallet from pocket.&lt;br /&gt;    b. Then give 1 ringgit note, if it's more than that, the Kakak will ask you to give her, 10/20/50 cents more. &lt;br /&gt;    c. Whatever that you have pay previously, cakap "Ini dah bayar". Pay only what you have not paid. (I saw the kakak ask him another ringgit just because he was carrying with him his half eaten fish ball)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) toilet - is so so, better than filthy public toilet. He has not use the toilet yet, hemm.....but we already asked him to show us how to unbuckle his canvas belt. He pass!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) going home - arghhh, headache. A lot of times reminded him the path that he has to take to reach gate C. On Wednesday, his Atuk went and search him frantically all over the school. He was suppose to meet his Atuk at gate C waiting area, after 10 minute of no show, Atuk went for his rounds and got a call from him!!! We thought someone loaned him a handphone and we thought it's a smart thing to do that the night before, hubby wrote 4 major numbers at the back of his business card and placed it in his wallet. It showed that he knows when to use it during emergency. When he was talking, the line was cut off and minutes later his Atuk found him at gate C waiting area. Probed him and he told us that he and Azi@t were using public phones to make calls :P and Azi@t loaned him 50cents..aduhhh!! Even on Thursday and Friday, he showed up late at gate C but we found out another thing, Azi@t has to make calls to his father after school dismiss and my kind boy has been escorting his friend to the canteen to make the calls hehehe..Patutlah keluar lambat!! Aiyoh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4264584131_2d50f984f6.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nael with his partner in crime heh..heh..heh"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-8549684981039012847?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8549684981039012847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=8549684981039012847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8549684981039012847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8549684981039012847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2010/01/nael-is-in-year-1.html' title='Nael is in Year 1'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4264507707_0127d5c58e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-8890677085757745029</id><published>2009-12-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:54:59.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hachooo...</title><content type='html'>Berabuknya rumah saya kat sini...Too many things to tell but as always, mood tarak or blogging half way and my train of thoughts derailed, what's new there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I miss all of you and kinda missing updating entries :P. Would like to share some of the what's going on with zan n brood in 3 mths back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think somewhere right after Aidil fitri, my 70 year old dad was hospitalized to insert a pacemaker somewhere near to his heart. Before Raya, we got to know that his heart stop for 3 secs from his Holter readings. He was ok and alhamdulillah, his heart is functioning well at the moment. Then my mother was hospitalized for a few days due to her diabetic condition and she was discharged with some alterations to her medicine intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We managed to have a quick get away retreat at avilli0n PD. The kids really enjoy the sandy beach with sand castles, the pool with their ben10 floties, water gun and what nots and off course the bath tub shower which we have to take extra effort to get them out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The maid - yeah the new one is nonetheless to be seen. After so much hiccups on the agent side, I finally managed to send the calling visa to Pekan Baru and yes, we're still waiting. My target to have her here before Nael starts school went kaboom. Allah is the greatest planner of all,He knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Nael will be going to TTDI gomen school next year and boy, the preparation is endless but thank God for the 3 Friday public holidays. Managed to get all the necessities done even the membalut buku teks yang macam lunyai itu and workbooks. Lencana sekolah pun dah siap jahit kat poket :), All apparrels dan segala tok nenek labelled...te he he. Can you hear the excitement??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We also managed to clear up 2 rooms that were earlier filled with boxes. We didn't do the unpacking for near to 3 years since we moved in due to a. no closets in both rooms b. no one is using the rooms c. we have not been staying in the house for slightly more than a year. But since, Nael is kind of ready to be moved in to his proper room, we decided to furnish both rooms together. So, &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I have been busy with the you know what, see ID, selecting matrials, seal the deal, supervising installation, blah2... At last, we now have Nael's room (albeit we hv not moved in his bed yet) and guest room for solat n tido2. Phewwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know that now me and Ery are officially neighbours? :) Now at least I have new people in the area to wave too especially during our weekend walks and also I have a buddy for a quick swinging session ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was hospitalized on 22nd November as I had a heart palpitation attack when I was queueing up for lunch at A&amp;W. I was alone that time and I felt really funny and my heart was beating really fast. It was Friday afternoon when all my male relatives n hubby were about to have Friday prayer. All I could think that time to make a call to my mother. I told her that I think I am about to pass out and my voice was so weak and she asked to get anyone help over there. Alhamdulillah, 1 lady and 1 man helped me to get to the nearest hospital which is only 5 mins away. When I was in emergency room, the cardiologist is away for his Friday prayer too and at that time I had another wave of heart palpitation. It was really scary and all I could think was that was it, it's my time and I'm all alone in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, my ecg, echo, holter reading, blood reading and stress test was all OK and I was discharged the next day. But again I had the same thing on 8th Dec during lunch. This really got into me as although the doc said I'm ok and it might be due to your lack of sleep/caffein intake/fever but deep inside I was worried and still am. Thinking of there might some be underlying problems and since then I was really sad, thinking of dieing (sp?), thinking of the children a lot, thinking of the not enough amalan, etc. Everyone will die but when you know that you have something that might cause you your life, you can't help it to be thinking of a lot of things day in day out. Your worries multifold and sometimes, pschologically it affects you. But in other words, this wake up call certainly streghtening my iman and taqwa. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Allah is great, when we have some rezeki before this, he gives some and he takes away some of it. It really helps to let out some steam :) Oh yes, Salam Maal Hijrah and forgive me for any wrong doing. I think I will blog again in 2010 with some stories of my 2 darlings, Nael's 1st big day at school and Aidan the chatter box :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-8890677085757745029?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8890677085757745029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=8890677085757745029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8890677085757745029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8890677085757745029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/12/hachooo.html' title='hachooo...'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-739149216240322990</id><published>2009-09-01T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:53:08.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy random musing'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan musing</title><content type='html'>Salam all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh macam tulis email..hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some things that I want to get off my chest :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bought 1 way ticket for my maid. After giving us 3 times of ultimatum "kalau tak dapat this this this, saya nak berhenti kerja" *sigh*. Yes! please go, just go. Kinda sad it ends this way, really. I was damn pissed with her but at the same time thinking the good things she has done to us, I soothed my heart to just simply forgive her especially in this holy month. Takpelah, hopes more rezeki will be on my side with Allah grants me with a better helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Now, reality bites, I still have not gotten a new maid :( Been looking high and low but still tarak, elek! One friend promised to help me look for Orang Asli to become a house helper. Apa2lah dek non, asalkan match with my criteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Now a million dollar question, who's going to take care of my honey buns? Either my mother or MIL? Since they are really old esp my mother who have just turned 68 last 26th Aug (Alhamdulillah), I was very clueless until yesterday in surau, I thought why not stay put at my mother's house until we get a new maid and will try to look for Indon ladies nearby that are willing to work from 8-6, Mon-Fri? Look I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you know that we have been camping at my mak's place for nearly 11 mths? grrrr...rumahku &lt;strike&gt;syurgaku&lt;/strike&gt; hotelku :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nael has been diligently berpuasa separuh hari (2pm onwards) everyday except on 6th Ramadhan, he had the full day. Good boy!! ohh and he even makan masa sahur dengan mata tutup mulut jer nganga everyday without fail. Bagus! bagus! tak susah nak bangun. 1 tip is to dokong jer budak nie :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Nampaknya hajat nak buat kenduri cum Raya Open house cum birthday Aidan in Syawal kena postpone lagi. Too much things to do with little help and time to scout for things..tak sempatlah!! pressure..pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later --&gt; to attend training..zzzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-739149216240322990?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/739149216240322990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=739149216240322990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/739149216240322990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/739149216240322990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-musing.html' title='Ramadhan musing'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-8980299169721243837</id><published>2009-08-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:57:44.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidan'/><title type='text'>Aidan is 2!</title><content type='html'>Things that I will want to remember my dear love Aidan when he's at 2 :&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) He didn't really talk except for the 20 something early vocabs that he knew like papa, Naeh, atok, dog n such until he's like 14month where his vocab library growth spurt uncontrollably. Just before 2, he speaks like when Nael was a 3+ albeit some are pelat like&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"kaki aidan ejuk, nak akai okin"&lt;br /&gt;"aidan nak jalan, egi JJ (as in Jaya Jusco) ... yayyyy!!"&lt;br /&gt;loves to ask "atok ana (mana)?, wan ana?, papa ana?, Naeh ana?, ummi ana?" and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;and when he quarrells with his big brother, he will end it with "abg Naeh kedekot!!!"  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, he knows his full name when being ask "what is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;He will say it in jest "Zul *pause 2 sec* Aidan *pause 2 sec* NA-EZ" NA-EZ is said with tounge in between your teeth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) Knows his body part really well both in Eng and BM and when we reverse it, he knows them too. Ex: Rather than we ask the body part and ask him to point, we also ask him, this body part is call...? &lt;br /&gt;can recite 1-10 in Eng and some random alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) You know they are a few types of toddler's kissing..some will smooch with open mouth or purse lips but Aidan is the muncung type, like a fish. Panjang betul muncung dia, boleh sangkut hanger..hehehe..but he's just too cute not to kiss him that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) He has one kind of jiggy that is so cute, like a dancing robot but with faster motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5) He can eat on his own with fork and spoon, drink from cup/mug on his own, he can even put on shorts or long pants on his own. I gave 2 thumbs up for his motor skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6) He loves to scribble too and too bad, our walls and bedsheet have his art murals on them but it's containble as we keep on encouraging him to write on kiddies white board that Nael now has to share it with Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7) He loves reading..oh boy! As we flip pages, he loves asking " Nie apa? nie apa? nie apa X 1000 times" Penat Ummi nak layan and worse he wants the same attention that I'm giving to Nael during Nael's reading session with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8) He loves loves lego..this is only time I can find peace in the room when he's with his lego. So so quiet, he will produce cakes with a candle on it, a robot he calls Tranz-OH-Mer and a gun to bang a bang :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9) He still very clingy to me as I'm still nursing him and scared of crowds but not in shopping malls, not that extrovert just like the big brother. I have no issues with that as long as they behave in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10) He loves making faces, which makes us so geram sebab teramat comel especially with his comical expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3816505527_8e7675f49b.jpg" border="2" width="250" height="350" alt="DSC03205" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3817339556_3c825deb82.jpg" border="2" width="250" height="350" alt="DSC03216" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2518/3817330676_1c081cf336.jpg" border="2" width="400" height="325" alt="DSC03208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Sans Serif;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our dearest Zul Aidan Naez, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Sayang! You have been with us for 2 great years and we hope Allah s.w.t will grants us many more years to come for us to shower you, our little one with plenty of love and wonderful memories. May you become anak yang soleh, healthy and happy boy. We love you to bits and we shall miss your toddler cheeky smile and funny face that you have entice us this long. Happy Birthday, Aidan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your Ummi, Papa and Abang Naeh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-8980299169721243837?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8980299169721243837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=8980299169721243837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8980299169721243837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8980299169721243837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/08/aidan-is-2.html' title='Aidan is 2!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3816505527_8e7675f49b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-707247491578424653</id><published>2009-06-29T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:32:00.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>ZAN I</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to write something about the kiddos but didn't find the time..been busy or buat2 busy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAN 1&lt;br /&gt;======&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell you about the post party aye...it was awesome coz the birthday boy had fun! Remember the end of May was super duper blazing hot although it was at night? The choc fudge Ben 10 cake from Resipi Rahsia melted only in 1 and 1/2 hours in room temperature! but the ZAN brood together with atok, wan and other cucus had terrific dinner and it was time for games. What we had for games were written &lt;a href="http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-celebration.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the bestest in my opinion was the blind folded musical chair! Hats off to Che Na...lawak gilos I tell you. Just imagine these kids blind folded scrambled for &lt;strike&gt;chair&lt;/strike&gt; small plastic stools and the final between 2 girls was super duper eeking funny when I (as the emcee) moved the stool out of the circle..so basically they were on top of each other!! har har har. Too bad we did not snap pictures but it was all on video...yay to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the teka teki Questions I gave :-&lt;br /&gt;1)Kat hujung katil ada apa?&lt;br /&gt;2)Dalam banyak2 mata, mata apa yang paling besar?&lt;br /&gt;3)Bapak Ali ada 5 orang anak iaitu nana, nini, nani dan nina, sorang lagi nama apa?&lt;br /&gt;4)Dalam banyak2 ikan, ikan mana yang paling garang?&lt;br /&gt;5)Kalau gajah naik basikal, manusia naik apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silalah jawap ya anak-anak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3700658568_c502bbf951.jpg" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee..hokeh hokeh..back to Nael. We have extracted 2 bottom milk teeth on 2 different visits to the dentist. Syukurlah, he is so okay with dentist, not afraid at all and even ask me to take him to see his dentist. 1 tooth cost me RM20...is that cheap or expensive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that we went to Dino Trek? yes we did. In anticipation of the brood will get tired due to the 'wide coverage' that we need to explore, I bugged the kids and hubby to go to bed really early and woke them up early. So by 10am, we were at the KLCC car park and went straight for the tickets. The kids enjoyed them, Nael loves the racing with the Dino and amazingly Aidan loved the jiggy! Muka tak tau malu, 2 to 3 times he did his jiggy. I wish I can upload the video but I don't have it with me at the mo. In an hour, we were done :) hehehe...Ingatkan besar manalah...But that day we covered major malls in town, KLCC, Pavillion and Tropicana City Mall and once we were back at home, the kids and hubby slept like a log. Maknya yang jugak tak tido :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3699852935_595538920b.jpg" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up ZAN II&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-707247491578424653?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/707247491578424653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=707247491578424653' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/707247491578424653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/707247491578424653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/06/zan-i.html' title='ZAN I'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3493/3700658568_c502bbf951_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-3037357052117892599</id><published>2009-06-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:21:05.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy random musing'/><title type='text'>Huwaaa..</title><content type='html'>moi : order snack plate 1, original..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : ada lagi kak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : air tukar twister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : itu saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : sebelas ringgit empat puluh sen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bukak purse....jaw dropped.....duit elek...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : adik..kensel..kensel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muka merah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : takde cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*malu..........* org ramai kat belakang hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl : takpe kak, saya tunggu, akak boleh keluar duit kat bawah di stesen ATM terdekat...dekat saja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi : ok ok :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh skema jawapan budak tu har har har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa2 pun saya dah lapar, nak balik mau makan hot banana fritters..check out my new TWITTTTT upper left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian ...itu saja yang saya nak bagi tau ...hohohoh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-3037357052117892599?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3037357052117892599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=3037357052117892599' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/3037357052117892599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/3037357052117892599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/06/huwaaa.html' title='Huwaaa..'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-5263996108077189213</id><published>2009-05-21T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:42:50.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>Nael is 6!</title><content type='html'>Let's do some recap on his milestone from 5.5 to 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael is currently reading Dr Seuss's Hop on Pop which he finds it hilarious, Bacalah Sayang and also some of his school materials that is Book 16 for his English reading. He is an average for his reading skills and I'm currently coaching him to do Math from Year 1 book, plus some other Math, English, Bahasa work book bought from some bookshops. He will do one of these activity after he's done with his school homework. He's doing okay for his academic which I have no worry on that and he's now started to speak English again (albeit he needs help in rephrasing his sentences).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He's still into Ben 10 and Ben 10 Force and one funny thing he loves to watch PPG too which I find it quite hilarious. He has some new games for his PSII, some sort of samurai lawan2. He said it's Basara and since he joined TKD classes, he will demonstrate what he learns after each class. His 'new student' is off course his adik :P, the great impersonator :) . Nael latest interest is playing badminton with his cousins, his papa bought him racket for small hand like his, very cute! Alternately, we have been playing freesbie with the kids. Nael instantly fell in love with this game and also he asked for a kite for his birthday. Ehh wait..he asked for so many things for his birthday like roller blades *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality wise...he's obidient type, shy in public, very rajin related to education ie doing homework, reading, what not. He shows his intimacy towards his loves ones, very technical little young man, very drawn into gadgets and quite sensitive about what other peoples think or act towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health wise...looks like he's allergic to dust, cats fur, he can easily has running nose with teary eyes and sneezing too. Phlemy cough and flu are his 2 best friends :( Still very skinny around 17kg. Eat moderately and very slow too unlike Aidan :P but one thing positive, he would want to taste a lot more variety of food like curry and sambal. I think that's a great achievement for a fussy boy like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael sayang, Ummi and Papa love you sooooo much and we pray that you will turn out to be a good young man and be blessed by Allah swt in your life. May you be anak yang soleh, disayangi dan disenangi oleh semua, Insyallah. Happy 6th Birthday Sayang, from your loving parents and your die hard fan Aidan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/DSC03155.JPG" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"The birthday boy is having high fever! Munching Milo nuggets while waiting at paed's"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-5263996108077189213?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5263996108077189213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=5263996108077189213' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/5263996108077189213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/5263996108077189213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/05/nael-is-6.html' title='Nael is 6!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-1460282552097424052</id><published>2009-05-18T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:57:36.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nael'/><title type='text'>Pre celebration...</title><content type='html'>Nael's birthday is coming up very soon :) Yes, he will turn 6 on this 21st and Ilham will turn 11 right? Elisa..who else sharing the same date? is there any besides Ilham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we were planning of having bowling birthday party since Nael is so much into bowling but had to strike that one out as fund tak mencukupi :P , plus we have been at my mak's place since many moons back, so the idea of having the bowling party at our house is not convinient at all.  Since, he is so looking forward to celebrate his birthday, I promised I will make do with what we have aka have a little party with his cousins and having a Ben 10 cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy during weekend due to work commitment *yikes* and only last Sunday, I managed to order the cake, yesterday bought rm4 below gifts for the games that we will have and today trying to come up with some idea on the games....so far, these are what I can think off since we will be doing it at night (this Sat) in a confined area of the Wan's living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blind fold musical chair - cilok dari che na&lt;br /&gt;2. Teka teki&lt;br /&gt;3. Pecah belon berdua guna bontot..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. Math question - get the age of this A, B to E person and divide by 5&lt;br /&gt;5. Tulis Jawi - "Selamat Hari Jadi Nael" hehehe&lt;br /&gt;6. Hafazan - 3 Kul &amp; Dhuha : I know Nael can win this coz he can recite Dhuha and others cannot hehehe....aci tak?&lt;br /&gt;7. ?&lt;br /&gt;8. ?&lt;br /&gt;9. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Can help give idea on any games that kids age 6 to 12 can have a fair chance to win? with in mind that space is limited and no kotor2 ie: main air/tepung and what not. Tolong! Tolong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last game will be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lumba lari 5 meter for Aidan and his girl cousin (age 1+) bawak belon...hehehe..CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks auties and uncles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of having charade game...but do u think these kids will enjoy it? kang silap2 aku sorang jer yg terhegeh2 berlakon kat depan te he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh treasure hunt...what did che na do for the treasure hunt???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-1460282552097424052?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1460282552097424052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=1460282552097424052' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1460282552097424052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1460282552097424052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-celebration.html' title='Pre celebration...'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6677180388847341009</id><published>2009-04-29T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T03:21:29.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Suka suka Tag</title><content type='html'>Setelah di tag banyak kali oleh cik Famy, suka saya nak buat 2 in 1 tag di bawah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thr33 Things Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Names I go by&lt;br /&gt;- Ummi&lt;br /&gt;- Bee&lt;br /&gt;- Ida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Jobs I have had in my life&lt;br /&gt;- IT trainee at Bernama&lt;br /&gt;- foodie operator at Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;- cafe worker at hostel, uni time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;- Ipoh&lt;br /&gt;- Skudai&lt;br /&gt;- Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TV Shows that I watch&lt;br /&gt;currently&lt;br /&gt;- Friends reruns, never fail to amuse me&lt;br /&gt;- American Idol&lt;br /&gt;- Ben 10 --&gt; kena paksa tengok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I have been&lt;br /&gt;- dalam negara yg saya kenang: Pulau Redang, Langkawi, Pangkor&lt;br /&gt;- luar negara: USA, Singapore, New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that e-mail me regularly&lt;br /&gt;- my x housemates in US&lt;br /&gt;- my lunch ladies&lt;br /&gt;- my sister in laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;i almost love all foods except wasabi&lt;br /&gt;- all kind of pasta&lt;br /&gt;- all kind of grilled meat --&gt; lamb!! yummie&lt;br /&gt;- desserts --&gt; almost all of them but cannot be too sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I would like to do&lt;br /&gt;- renovate some part of my house&lt;br /&gt;- to have a 3 nights stay at sutera harbor beach resort only us, if i can minus the 2 kiddos, that will be great ;)&lt;br /&gt;- to be able to stay at our home again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three friends I think will respond.&lt;br /&gt;Puan Lollies?? Sexy Lana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;- to settle my debts&lt;br /&gt;- so that i can quit my job&lt;br /&gt;- and be SAHM :P&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah and another baby? yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Yes" or "No" Tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can ONLY answer Yes or No!&lt;br /&gt;2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and Asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's what you're supposed to do: copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers and type in your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed any of your Facebook friends? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested? No&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't like? No&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake? No&lt;br /&gt;Ran a red light? No&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought you're gay? No&lt;br /&gt;Been suspended from school? No&lt;br /&gt;Totaled your car/motorbike in an accident? No&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job? No&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought that maybe He/She was not the one? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sang karaoke? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? No&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? No&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head? No&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking? No&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of being a bachelor/spinster? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Played a prank on someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Bought a gift for someone and kept it for yourself? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone you didn't love? No&lt;br /&gt;Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band? No&lt;br /&gt;Bought something and returned it worn? No&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun? No&lt;br /&gt;Walked in your sleep? No&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on LSD? No&lt;br /&gt;Ever feel like you're in a current relationship you shouldn't be in? No&lt;br /&gt;Donated Blood? No&lt;br /&gt;Seen a ghost? No&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat? No&lt;br /&gt;Done body shots? No&lt;br /&gt;Peed in the pool? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Passed gas and blamed in on another without their knowledge? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Thought of having your best friend as a BF/GF? No&lt;br /&gt;Have body piercings below the neck? No&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't? No&lt;br /&gt;Think about the future? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt you deserved someone better? No&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on a certain side of the bed? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers for this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6677180388847341009?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6677180388847341009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6677180388847341009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6677180388847341009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6677180388847341009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/suka-suka-tag.html' title='Suka suka Tag'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-647211413371150737</id><published>2009-04-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:53:24.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidan'/><title type='text'>Big Kid vs Small Kid</title><content type='html'>When one obese kid 63kg in Standard 6 accidentally ran over a 9kg toddler and this small kid was flung onto the hard tarmac and landed on his left abdomen which in turn caused his mid rift left clavicle bone cracked fracture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened to Aidan on last 5th April 2009. My poor boy kept on crying until he felt asleep and that night his movement was limited. Since we did not see any bruises, we treated it as hemmmm " sakit badan sebab jatuh" . After 3 days, we saw a swollen collar bone and for that past 5 days (since the fall), he has been whiny but quite tolerable on our side and we brushed it off and assumed that he was on recovering journey. Little did we know that his clavicle bone is at the tip of broken :( until my mak summoned me on Friday morning right after I settled myself in the office. Ohh man..panic I was, I remember I was puffing and huffing, driving like a mad woman to mak's house, pickup Aidan and straight to DSH. Saw his paed, took his X ray, again saw his paed and he sent us to Orthopedic Surgeon and Trauma Surgeon huhuhu..We were told that the swollen was due to the new bone forming on top of the current one. Since he's young, his new bone will completely reformed in 3 weeks. Therefore, no rough playing in the meantime. Syukur sesangat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy of mine is now recuperating and his next appointment is this Saturday.  By the look of it, he is recovering well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC03145.JPG" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt; &lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC03139.JPG" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt : kalau anak dah nangis bawak sajalah pergi hospital, no need to wait and see, wait and see :P. That's the difference between 1st anak and 2nd anak, aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-647211413371150737?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/647211413371150737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=647211413371150737' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/647211413371150737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/647211413371150737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-kid-vs-small-kid.html' title='Big Kid vs Small Kid'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-2318508089642671927</id><published>2009-04-20T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:56:50.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidan'/><title type='text'>When he was 18 months old</title><content type='html'>Wrote this on 4th of March&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 14th Feb 2009, marked 18 mths of Aidan life journey with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he can do so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Very much independent on his motoring skill, pincer skill...he can stack up wooden cubes up till 5 blocks, he can pull together his lego pieces which I think quite amazing, he does skecthes on paper when he can get hold of pencils or crayons, he insists to eat on his own with spoon/fork, he tries to take off his shirt/pants and even after shower, he'll get his towel and dry up his dicky..very very cute we thought. He even tries to put on his bajus and shorts and even his brother's undies! *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC03117.JPG" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"My cheeky boy! Mind the mess"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) F &amp; B - he's very enthusiast about food, very adventurous, wanting to taste every single thing even tissue :P Not much a problem on that department, his favourite is nasi lemak with sambal..mesti merah2 baru nak bukak mulut :) and nasi goreng. He likes junk food too but I think I have done quite a good job distracting him from the junkies, he eats vege!!! yay!! even green vege like timun.. double yay!! On the beverages side, hemmm..he's more favor of plain water which is good and bad. Bad, because, he doesn't drink formula only mommy's milk, that is he'll get his dosage when Ummi's home from work. Been trying to get him drink fresh milk or even Milo (with fresh milk) for 6 mths , still unsuccessful! So, as his paed says, he still needs to take 50% milk...grrrr..worse still he eats little of dairy food. Try..we will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Seperation anxiety - still!!..very much clingy when I'm home and when I'm away..clingy with the maid which is NOT good. Anyway, I'm very sure he will get pass of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC03123-1.JPG" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Muka trauma. 1st official haircut at barber, melalak sampai bingit telinga"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Vocab - hemmm still not much from him except for the common words : papa, mama, abang, kakak, ball, car, doggg, mamam (doesn't count eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favourite toys are off course whatever his brother plays. They will play together until one of them cries. Nael will cry when Aidan ketuk kepala abang with anything he can get hold off or Aidan cries when the abang insists in playing his way...boys!! It's scary to watch them play..very very rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would want to remember is the way he greets me at the door when I'm home from work. He squels with joy and clumsily walk to the room, leaving me behind (still at the door) and climbs onto the bed and lie down on his fav bear pillow, ready to have his n*n*n time ..heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/18%20Mth%20Old.jpg" border="2" width=400 length=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: purple;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"My little Tiger in Action!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-2318508089642671927?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2318508089642671927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=2318508089642671927' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2318508089642671927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2318508089642671927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-he-was-18-months-old.html' title='When he was 18 months old'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-3727323839353283602</id><published>2009-04-12T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:02:11.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Color blind? and prezzie</title><content type='html'>I recall when Nael was around 4 plus when we first have our maid joined our household, it was in 2007 (Nov). His eyes were big and mortified when he first saw our maid. My maid was actually had tough life back in Indonesia where she worked in her sawah bendang dan kerja ladang (we were told) so basically she was overly tanned, boleh dikatakan "gelap". From then on, he always say "Ummi white, papa white, Aidan white, Bibik brown" Each time I hear this I will "shesshhhhh" , "No!!" , " Tak baik cakap gitu ". But I never really stress on that seeing that he is just a kid and maybe fascinated on describing objects with colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day his conversation went like this :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael : Bibik...lepas twelve apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibik : eight? (with her limited english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael : Noooooo..wrong...Itulaa bibik nie tak tau sebab Bibik brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrgghhh!! *horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we treat it as humour but then until last Friday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi : Tengah makan and suap Aidan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael : poo poo in the toilet and summoned me to clean him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibik offered to wash but Nael very adamant that his Ummi yang buat. I was so annoyed and ask Bibik to just do it..Then when they were done, Nael still crying in the room and Bibik told me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael kata " Nael tak nak Bibik wash, nanti bontot Nael BROWN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL!!!! but then I realised, he was very serious about it. I played along and asked him to show me, he even tunjuk his bare bontot!! What is it with my maid being brown?? *&amp;)(&amp;(^^&amp;^*%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things that Nael wanted to give me for my birthday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Donut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) CD song song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Small bottle Not big bottle like in Mak Ngah's room (I think it's perfume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ultraman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, I received none of the above except for Birthday song and 3 kisses, left cheek, lips and right cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolehlah tuuu, I'm touched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-3727323839353283602?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/3727323839353283602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=3727323839353283602' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/3727323839353283602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/3727323839353283602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/color-blind-and-prezzie.html' title='Color blind? and prezzie'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-5133633134581945706</id><published>2009-04-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:10:18.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy random musing'/><title type='text'>Working mothers and kids performance in school</title><content type='html'>Each time school going kids' mommies in this blogsphere write about their kids performance in school, it sure did send chills down my spine. They are our beloved vogue mommies Gart, OO, Butterflutter and Famy..Elisa and Lollis tak kira coz theirs are in International schools in foreign land :) It's mind boggling as I can't keep these questions at ease, will my kids suffer in their exams? will he do great in his studies? will he behave in school? will he be cornered by some school bullies? but mainly is about academic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have another 8 more months moonlighting..spare me...being &lt;strike&gt;kiasu&lt;/strike&gt; paranoid parent, I can't help myself from worrying as I also have a live in examples from my nephew and nieces. Btw, fyi...Zan's clan has been camping in our parents' house for the last 4 months. So, I get to witness how daily my mother will talk about her cucus' doings in school and how I see the limited time my sister try to squeeze in teaching her daughter, revisions, homework for Sek Agama &amp; Sek Kebangsaan in between her take home work, makan and other stuff. Fyi, my brothers' kids are sent to my parents house to makan, do homework, study and tuition. Therefore, I also get the 1st hand report  on these kids studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I envy and actually happy that my nieces and nephews are well taken care off. From what I gather from my mak, Year 1 &amp; 2 are still ok, wait till you see their Math and Science in Year 3. My mak also been reporting to me on the Pemahaman &amp; penulisan and how this one doing good as she loves reading, therefore, she has creative ideas on her writing skills..then comes to Math for Year 5, my mak will report to me.."yg nie suka buat careles mistakes laa" "yg nie tak paham soalan" "yg nie tak reti nak fikirlah" naik pening dan gerun jugaklah dengar :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum up, to prepare myself for next year, I have sacrifice my TV time, more on focusing Nael's homework, reading to him, reading with him, doing Year 1 Math work book, do some English &amp; BM workbooks. Bottom line is spend more time with him..sometimes, I just so envy SAHM :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting nie takde purpose sebenarnya..semata2 nak mengupdate jer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-5133633134581945706?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/5133633134581945706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=5133633134581945706' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/5133633134581945706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/5133633134581945706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-mothers-and-kids-performance-in.html' title='Working mothers and kids performance in school'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-7229012297387511022</id><published>2009-03-19T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:55:43.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just fyi'/><title type='text'>2nd HOME</title><content type='html'>I'm here too..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://zanwithjava.efx3.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silalahhh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-7229012297387511022?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7229012297387511022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=7229012297387511022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7229012297387511022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7229012297387511022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-home.html' title='2nd HOME'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6384703677748066984</id><published>2009-01-22T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:56:37.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just fyi'/><title type='text'>I'm tagged!!!! Have a piece of me.</title><content type='html'>7 facts you may not know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- anak bongsu yg manja dan mengada2, sayang sangat kat parents, sampai besar pun bila jalan dgn bapak suka sgt pegang tangan dia, sampai org kata kita makwe dia pulak and he was so proud coz that shows he still looks young har har har..masa tu kita umur 18 sampai kahwin&lt;br /&gt;- suka sangat outdoor activity, sometimes call myself "very atheletic" perasan jap ..suka giler pergi camping, jungle trekking, rock climbing, roller bladding, masa kat States, owned a pair of ski, asyik giler main skiing (sebab Uni owns a skii mount &amp; resort)sampai boleh pergi Blue code area..takler sampai Diamond (itu membunuh namanya),boleh snowboarding but all these are useless now coz i'm married to a totally opposite guy :P. Dalam hati nie membara jer, tunggu anak2 besar and am hopeful that these boys will follow after me. I still have my K2 roller blades that cost a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;- i sound horrible when i sing, mau semua org lari lintang pukang&lt;br /&gt;- saya suka sangat menari, gila suka and i know i can dance well&lt;br /&gt;- involved in a very bad car accident masa kat states, i was sound asleep when the car turned turtle and moi was flung out and landed by the roadside! i had so much of err mri scan? or is it x ray? can't remember sebab asyik pass out jer. all of us in the car kept our mouth shut, did not tell out parents until a few years back...itupun my room mate yg pecah rahsia :) and another bad accident when i tried getting down a steep slope with my skiis guided by my handsome (seriously mmg hensem giler mamat nie - bukan pakkwelah!) mentor and apa lagi, bad landing and i hurt my head very bad..alhamdulillah syukurrrr sesangat, i'm fine till today and right before i flew back to M'sia, gila gatal nak snowboard and another snow boarder hit me from behind...his snowboard hit my head and this was the worst...syukur syukur kepadaNYA..saya sihat.&lt;br /&gt;- never ever ever try to do skydiving or bungy jumping..although masa muda2 memang suka height but i just have no BALLS!!&lt;br /&gt;- kuat berangan masa kecik2 dulu hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dari kecik sampai dewasa ni mmg hopeless kalau jumpa lipas, gerenti takut&lt;br /&gt;- any scary movies, bila tengok kena tutup muka dgn tangan dan bukak sikit2, watch between fingers :P&lt;br /&gt;- errr diseases&lt;br /&gt;- losing of my beloved ones&lt;br /&gt;- of dying..seriously i always think of death but that makes me closer to Allah&lt;br /&gt;- of not providing enough for the kids dan yg sepatutnya&lt;br /&gt;- of not doing enough should i leave this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 songs that I like the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have specific song but mostly i layan semua tapi bukanlaa mcm mama rawk layan dangdut heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tukar jadi 5 singers I like most -- aci tak?&lt;br /&gt;- sarah mclachlan  &lt;br /&gt;- jon bon jovi&lt;br /&gt;- destiny child&lt;br /&gt;- eminem&lt;br /&gt;- misha omar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 phrases that I say the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hai sayang..to all my 3 sayangs&lt;br /&gt;- Duhhh!! ---&gt; haa ini masa kerja lah nie&lt;br /&gt;- Apa hallah??&lt;br /&gt;- Ya allah&lt;br /&gt;- Hemm...&lt;br /&gt;- ye kerrrr??&lt;br /&gt;- ok  ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of my precious things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- off course my purse, IC, driving license, and cc cards..tak ker susah kalau hilang&lt;br /&gt;- my children &amp; hubby&lt;br /&gt;- the houses and my old car&lt;br /&gt;- my kitchen but not the table top, nak buat granite top tak mampu and all the appliances&lt;br /&gt;- my shoesssss&lt;br /&gt;- my kids stuff, whatever we bought them, i make sure they are well taken care off, so that boleh guna lama2 n bagi org in good condition when i decided to tutup kilang&lt;br /&gt;- and last but not least, my precious collection of the kids pictures and short videos that we have collected from the past 5 years. they are growing!! very priceless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 memorable first timers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dapat naik flight in first class. by accident jer..i reached late at the check in counter and was upgraded to 1st class..best woo udah lah 24 hrs long flight, asyik makan jer kerjanya.&lt;br /&gt;- sudah semestinya trip to New Zealand with hubby, honeymoon beb :) best giler coz we took caravan, adventurous laa katakan and best part, each time we bump into another caravan (coz there are just too many tourist with caravan), we will honk and wave to each other, while me and hubby yelled Maui! kelakar giler...sebab kejap2 kena angkat tangan.&lt;br /&gt;- i will never forget the first time i held my babies in my arm, the feelings are indescribable (sp)&lt;br /&gt;- 1st time i baked a carrot cake to entice my future in law family (back then), dah selalu buat the carrot cake with sugar frosting, it always turned out good but on that day it wasn't moist but hard. My carrot cake recipe uses vegetable oil but on that fateful day, mmg tak menjadi langsung, gubra habis!&lt;br /&gt;- 1st time dapat naik kuda...when i was in states during summer, i worked for a month at Wendy's. can you believe that? and i qot acquainted with this lady, baik sangat...we used to have our break together, me and my baked potato and she invited me and my gf to come over to her house. Rupa2nya dia banyak bela horses, keluarga koboilah katakan, so we toured her house, her ranch and spoke to us about bull riding laa, dan segala medal family dia menang dan pelbagai stories laa, very educational to me. Last2 sebelum balik, sempat laa naik kuda. takut betullah!&lt;br /&gt;- 1st time naik basikal racing...horror betul..dlm darjah 4/5, nak tunjuk lagak kat cousin konon, sudahlah 1st time naik basikal yg kaki tak cecah lantai, turun bukit pulak tu..tak ker stupido namanya hahaha ( i really laugh when writing this)&lt;br /&gt;- 1st time when i officially became a wife and both my parents about to leave our rented apartment, we sent them to their car and after salamed, my both parents turned to leave and i saw that gaze, in their eyes, very very sad and heavy feeling to say bye bye to their youngest and i felt the same. A pang of sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. I have never been so honest and being open about myself. How's that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6384703677748066984?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6384703677748066984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6384703677748066984' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6384703677748066984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6384703677748066984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-tagged-have-piece-of-me.html' title='I&apos;m tagged!!!! Have a piece of me.'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-7961776835810380237</id><published>2009-01-01T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:57:12.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy random musing'/><title type='text'>Bye bye, hi hi...</title><content type='html'>Ouchhh..it's been ages since I last logged in to this account..yikes!!! and now it's already 2009 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy for the last one month in the office. Boss was away for haj and I have to take over his stuff and I'm sooooo very glad that it's over!!!I mean he's back and now I'm on leave for the rest of the week..yay!!!Handling RM1.5mil project wasn't easy peasy but I love the coordinating part, giving out instructions to ahemmm...guys who are some of them senior than me and they really listen and I did make some important decision...to tell the truth, I felt good..seriously after many moons of complaining about my mundane job but now I felt it's all worth it when people look up to me. All the while I've been a shadow to my boss but now it's different and I hope it will remain the same or even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokehhhh..enough of work...back to the brood...I'm on leave and I do enjoy it every minute, waking up so very late ..( err..lepas subuh tido bangun kul 9:30, lambat tak?) the kids? yes the kids are loving it too..having both of us with them, they are really spoil. We didn't go anywhere, mostly spending time at our own home and moi and helper been decluttering every nook and corner. In every cabinets, we sweep clean and rearrange stuff in the kitchen, in the rooms and most time are spend on the kids toy room...goshhh...berapa banyak kali kemas, macam tak pernah kemas. All the kids baju lama are repack, relabel and the Toyogo boxes rearrange. Filings of leftovers letters is tomorrow's agenda, that will not take much time as I have done biannual filings last month..pheww...but I have to sort 1 year pictures in albums..dang! and also planning to reaaring things in the store room...man!! cukup ker lagi 3 hari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason we were not going anywhere as some might ask coz I declined combi's invitation earlier was due to the last minute plan by my brother's family to have our year end family getaway earlier than expected. This year, our leave were not match hence we were on our seperate ways. We only took the kids to zoo yesterday! Goshhh...it's big and thank god not many people and the weather was superb, sunshine but breezy. My couch potato and game master kid, Nael complained that he walked too much and he's already sweating, so we should all just go home...*roll eyes*. We were only there for 2 hours hehehe...Aidan was annoyed as he was very much into looking for ummi's bossom for comfort.."I want it now, now, NOWWWW for my afternoon nap" *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/DSC03100.JPG" border="2" width=300 length=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: beige;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teringat kat Elisa n Lollies when I see this stinking camel huhuhuh.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Maal Hijrah and A Happy New Year to all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-7961776835810380237?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7961776835810380237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=7961776835810380237' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7961776835810380237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7961776835810380237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-bye-hi-hi.html' title='Bye bye, hi hi...'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-1916630115559307922</id><published>2008-10-28T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:58:13.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy random musing'/><title type='text'>Nyet nyet nyet...</title><content type='html'>Hari ni kan saya rasa nak komplen banyak2..tapikan saya rasa tak patut buat camtu, kena selalu bersyukur kan kan kan...tapikan saya tengah sakit hatilaa, jadi saya terasa mcm nak membebel pulak :( grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati nie mcm bengkerk jer dengan maid saya....terasa macam dia nie dah macam jadi semakin malas, ambik kesempatan dan tak tahu nak ambik hati saya grrrr.... memang perasan dia nie semakin menunjukkan her true colors lepas incident mintak naik gaji sebelum raya hari tu. Not even 1 year, dah mintak naik gaji :( pastu pastu saya dapat tahu anak saya makan nasi kosong sebab dia m.a.l.a.s nak goreng telur :( dia sendiri yg kata "saya malaslah nak goreng..." grrrr..pastu pastu semalam, anak saya kelaparan lagi uhuk uhuk...haiyaaa...susah rasanya..nak marah dia tu dah tua, nak cakap mmg dah berbuih dah mulut...sekejap jer laa dia buat, pastu lupa balik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I always try to look into her positive things to counter her negative attitude...takpela dia dah tua, takpelah dia tak ingat, takpelah mungkin dia penat...yelah manusia kan mmg tak lari dari buat kesalahan :P Nampaknya, i think i have to let her go after next raya and try a younger one and wishing to get a GodSend house helper :P boley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak pun, saya jer lah yang jadi house helper, habis cerita! HA HA HA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the employer who close one eye on any discrapencies found in house chores but not the well beings of the kiddos as she the employer herself does everything for the kiddos once she stepped in the house and the house helper has her own Aruna fix from 9:00pm onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://frankmedia.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/29_couch_potato_watching_tv_and_eating_donuts.png" border="2" width=300 length=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: orange;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;Donut should be replaced with handphone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-1916630115559307922?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1916630115559307922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=1916630115559307922' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1916630115559307922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1916630115559307922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/10/nyet-nyet-nyet.html' title='Nyet nyet nyet...'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-7501006282342085508</id><published>2008-10-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:50:01.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope it's not too late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/zan/KadRaya.jpg/" border="2" width=350 length=300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah dikurniakan Tuhan nafas dan jasad ini mengharungi Ramadhan dan menyambut Aidil Fitri bersama tersayang. Semoga amalan yang tak seberapa diterima Allah swt dan ingin menyusun sepuluh jari memohon keampunan andaikata ada yang "terasa" dengan tulisan disini dan di kotak komen :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-7501006282342085508?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7501006282342085508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=7501006282342085508' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7501006282342085508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7501006282342085508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope-its-not-too-late.html' title='Hope it&apos;s not too late!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6368958815218542923</id><published>2008-09-18T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:05:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>Someone has just got himself a new toy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/zan/e71-5.jpg.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person aka mr gadget man has been fiddling with his new toy for gazillion hours oblivious to his surrounding *pouts*...hemmphhh.. man and their toys *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pujuk his muncung wifey, Mr Gadget man offered to get wifey the same toy but wifey said it's too canggih for her. No thank you! But wifey walked away on that Sunday noon with a bag of 2 pieces lip lap lip lap kebaya pendek for Raya...wohohoho...jadiklaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6368958815218542923?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6368958815218542923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6368958815218542923' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6368958815218542923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6368958815218542923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-701977548094952353</id><published>2008-09-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:06:23.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st week of Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>SO far so good. Logistic has been good. My other half picks up the kids and maid from MIL and at 6pm moi already in the kitchen, running around, cooking up 2-3 dishes. Only once the hubby bought so-expensive-not-worth-it RM1 per 1 ketul popia goreng. Harapkan gabak saja, inti hanya lobak and keras giler, baling kat anjing, anjing pun tak mau makan tau!. The rest of the days, I deep fry crunchy on the outside, sweet and softie in the inside, my version of kurma goreng. Our other kuih is off course the frozen food we bought from Ery, temosa has long gone, murtabak - masyallah, simply marvellous, the filling is just right with the tender chicken and crispy roll - all gone as of yesterday and only left is roti bom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much drama with the maid, she finally agreed to continue working with us for another year. Like I said in my previous entry, she is no angel, banyak jugak songeh dia and again holding to basic principal and employer-employee relationship, we allowed her to go balik kampung for 10 days this raya. Maka punahlah harapanku nak membuat 10 jam 1 bijik kek masam manis (&gt; than 2 kg), what with a little tot tagging at your feet, tak payahlah! Therefore, move to plan B...that will be window shopping the day before raya or maybe the night before raya at Jln TAR. They said you can get good bargain for everything, maybe last minute shopping helps to stir me away from the kitchen, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari nie fikir nak masak nasik lemak, sambal telur kaw2...ehh ada udang, buat sambal udanglahh with the basic anchovies, kacang and maybe some deep fry Ayamas drummet. Bubur cha cha and rojak buah for the appetizer/dessert :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuasa to all and this Sunday genaplah seminggu berpuasa kan? Cepatnya masa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-701977548094952353?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/701977548094952353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=701977548094952353' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/701977548094952353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/701977548094952353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-1st-week-of-ramadhan.html' title='My 1st week of Ramadhan'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-4805101340800260879</id><published>2008-08-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:32:57.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The demise of Famygirl's grandfather</title><content type='html'>Salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sedekah Al Fatihah to Famygirl's loving grandfather. He passed away this morning. May he rests with the pious in jannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Famygirl.&lt;br /&gt;-zan-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-4805101340800260879?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/4805101340800260879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=4805101340800260879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/4805101340800260879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/4805101340800260879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/08/demise-of-famygirls-grandfather.html' title='The demise of Famygirl&apos;s grandfather'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6167034333105638567</id><published>2008-08-14T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:44:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan is 1!</title><content type='html'>14th August 2008&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute little boy of mine is ONE today. How time really flies. Let's start with Aidan's milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First spotted his bottom 2 teeth at 7 month plus, he even can walk by holding along the sofas and enthusiatically wave bye2 ups and downs. Aidan also started murmuring pa pa and ma ma, such a bubbly baby. At 10 months, he took his first baby steps and by 12 mths old he's already walking like a champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan is great with food, very adventurous unlike his brother. Every single food we eat, he would become annoy easily if we didn't let him taste some. You name it, he has tasted them before he turns 1 :) 6 mths onwards, Ummi feeds him porridge with meat and vege. He consumed little from instant packed food, never once he tasted the G3rber or H3inz jar food. Since Aidan gets bored easily, Ummi has to try lots of varieties for his porridge and fruits. So far, he's one easy to please with regards to food, sumbat saja dia makan, he even likes potato with curry or dhal taste. Pedas2 pun makan jugak :) Sampai merah bibir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan has lost his baby fat (yang tak banyak mana tu). He now weighs at 8.3kg and he still takes Ummi milk 100%. Not on formula yet :) Since he's 100% breastfeed baby and no pacifier, he becomes very clingy with his dear Ummi. Aidan has become Ummi's no ONE fan. I have never seen or experience a boy who kuat menyentil hehehe.., at times it bothers me quite a bit especially when you have to do your thing :P Even masa solat pun nak bergayut kat kaki and nangis2. Hemmm..budak sorang nie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC02871.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan has one obvious hobby that is putting every single thing in his mouth and his saliva, boleh tahan jugak, banyak! I think he has swallowed tissues and bits of papers :( Health wise, he is much healthier than his brother. Only once he contracted Roseala and the normal cough and flu subsided really fast. Thanks to breastmilk and home stay. He is also a curiuos lot! Whatever his brother does, he imitates. Even when he's holding TV remote, he will press some buttons like playing PSII and yes he even tries to ON the TV using the remote (while pointing the remote to the TV). When reading books too, he will point on every word. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan loves to be tossed by his papa, he shrieks with laughter and he loves to be on the swing. Whenever we tell him that we need to leave the playground, he will cry in a pretentious mode hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul Aidan Naez, although papa and ummi did not shower you with plenty of gifts and toys but we have abundance of love to shower you with. You are our pride and joy and your laughter always brings the happiness and the best in us as parents. Happy Birthday sayang Aidan and we all love you dearly. From Ummi, Papa and Abang Nael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Aidan/DSC03025.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6167034333105638567?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6167034333105638567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6167034333105638567' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6167034333105638567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6167034333105638567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/08/aidan-is-1.html' title='Aidan is 1!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-1928067161630157566</id><published>2008-08-04T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:20:19.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this date...</title><content type='html'>After 8 years with 2 kids and with some assets and liabilities, we're still hand in hand through thick and thin. May Allah bless us with more love and rezeki in years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Happy Anniversary, Sayang" and thanks for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/zan/hands1.jpg" border="2" width=350 length=400 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-1928067161630157566?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/1928067161630157566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=1928067161630157566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1928067161630157566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/1928067161630157566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-this-date.html' title='On this date...'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-8626556301394207648</id><published>2008-07-23T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:38:10.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>Off late I have been feeling mellow and at times feeling like I'm on top of the world, sometimes cursing to myself and sometimes feeling plain bored..ehh why the heck I'm feeling such a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to several reasons ie, work has been kinda boring, not much excitement on going, very much the same, mundane! On other note, syukurlaa kan takde issue hehehe *touch wood, wouch wood*. Then when you surf the net esp on the daily news, goshhhh..the ever non stop bickering among the politicians, very demeaning and degrading. Takde benda lain ker nak buat? Nonetheless, they are becoming the rakyat's laughing stock. Ahh well..I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in today's news, a malay father killed his 2 young children and hung himself. Nak nangis jer baca. Very depressing :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so depressing story is, unbelievable it might be, we had just received our performance bonus :) Not much to some but to me it's quite good esp when you compare to the previous years. Alhamdulillah! and the increment? alhamdulillah as well :) I guess the 3 mth stint of not having my superior was blessing in disguise. I have no complain :P and with that ciput increment, I have signed up Education Fund for Aidan *sigh*. Talk about money comes and go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the week issss....is to meet all of you mommy bloggers next Tues.. *hooray*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folk for this week. Back to &lt;strike&gt;surfing&lt;/strike&gt; work :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-8626556301394207648?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/8626556301394207648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=8626556301394207648' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8626556301394207648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/8626556301394207648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-7069312240622312990</id><published>2008-07-08T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:00:07.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid talk</title><content type='html'>Terasa nak menceceh today. Managed to subscribe my friends through Readers, cool tool indeed :) Moving forward I think I just laze here for time being or maybe when I get all comfy here, I can just close the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things why I like my maid&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;1) She makes superb sambal belacan *drool*.&lt;br /&gt;2) She has green fingers, she takes good care of the greens (yg tak seberapa itu). Oh yes she even planted papaya, tomatoes, green chillies :) Next might be four angel bean.&lt;br /&gt;3) She can cook when I don't feel like cooking.&lt;br /&gt;4) She takes care of my precious hood and hob. No more scrubbing for me :P&lt;br /&gt;5) She even washes my car despite I kata takyah laa.&lt;br /&gt;6) She does the laundry, folding and ironing :)&lt;br /&gt;7) She cleans the house but not our room.&lt;br /&gt;8) She is excellent with the kids. What I mean here is gentle.&lt;br /&gt;9) She herself is neat.&lt;br /&gt;10) Bestest is she is my massuer, kalah Thai 0dessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not an angel but with these traits, I just count my blessings. Syukur...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-7069312240622312990?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/7069312240622312990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=7069312240622312990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7069312240622312990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/7069312240622312990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/07/maid-talk.html' title='Maid talk'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-6117923863924325676</id><published>2008-07-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:28:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear me new me</title><content type='html'>Sangat membuhsankan itu lagi satu punya web blog. Asyik down memanjang..I think I'll make this one as permanent and the other one as a backup, maybe I should reconsider of looking into some other web blog to be my backup :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I need to search for all my buddies again in Bl0gger and have to relink again to their sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much from me, same old same old, nothing much from work and rumah tangga. Kids are doing well, should have another entries just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lunch...later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6117923863924325676?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6117923863924325676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6117923863924325676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6117923863924325676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6117923863924325676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/07/hear-me-new-me.html' title='Hear me new me'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-2721629909919817216</id><published>2008-05-22T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:26:17.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nael is 5!</title><content type='html'>I have been longing to write about Nael, his achievements, his milestone, his charm, his attitude towards his baby brother and other gazillion things but my mind is always about thinking of the day to day happenings, the office, the family, the baby, the chores...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember a week before I gave birth to Aidan is the most precious moments I have with Nael. we were so closed, we were like one , in a love cacoon , touching, kissing, huggings and I pampered him a lot, knowing that my time with him will be very limited with the new arrival. Each day for that one week, he was with me, we didn't send him over to his nenek's house, I did what every mother does to her kids, wake him up from sleep, drag him to shower, brush teeth, cuci bontot (poo time) , cooked b'fast, then luch hour came, we had lunch outings, bought him cheap toys from 7-11, spent the whole afternoon watching ceria (until i got really sick with ultraman, kampung boy and such), waited for papa to come home from office, dinner, then play and read with him, watched tv until late night, huggie huggie, kissy kissy ...that's what we did everyday for about a week. Then came Aidan, I was happy but at the same time sadness crept up in me when I started to hold the baby, I felt so distant with Nael esp during the confinement. Pity him really, tv was his peer, no one to layan him. As a mother you can feel his lost and the craving for attention, what more when you hold your baby, he demanded to be held exactly like the baby. Sometimes I snapped at him for slamming the door and woke up the baby and me :( He also see less of his papa during that period as papa was really busy in the office, so to compensate for the time lost and also to divert his attention, hubby bought him a playstation :P and a few other toys that were really expensive (which I'm totally against it). So bermulalah cerita Nael with his new addiction....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PSII : oh boy...it's really a boy thingy..small boys, big boys, they are the same, tak mau makan, tak mau tido, tak mau mandi. The funny thing is when you see them fighting over the watchamacalit, remote/joystick, apa2lah..the wars and battles, the roar, the cheers, the jeers, the excitements, the slamming, the thumb cramp, the tired eyes , the aching body was speechless. The first game he played was ultraman and Cars, then came the rest, Spiderman, Tomb Raider, Sonic, Golden Compass, Hot Wheels, Ben10 (the latest) and many more. I can tell you he's really good with them, some games he managed to get to the high level as high as level 7 for spiderman. One thing you hv to bear in mind he can't really read but he can manouvere the menu easy peasy but some instructions, we have to tell and guide him. Another clever note he even thought his papa on some great moves hehehe..sometimes I saw them exchanging ideas, kinda like knowledge sharing hahaha..very cute!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nael loves his baby brother. Whenever Aidan cries for milk, he would summon me "cepatla mimi, aidan nak nenen nieee, bagila nenen ummi tu.." and he loves saying this when Aidan was abt3-4 mths.."alaaabudak comel nie, senyum pulak dia.." while tickling Aidan's cheek. But now Aidan is 9 mths old,quite aggresive and playful with toys, the big brother somehow has developed "this toy is mine and that's yours" and sometimes "THIS is mine and THAT is mine too". Pity Aidan but we are not going to let it happen anymore, we constantly remind him to share, this is your baby brother, you have to love him, etc...Nevertheless, we can tell that he can't get enough of his baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC02827.jpg" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since, he joined C3C in Jan and he's already reading Book 6. He can read page by page in Eng and his word bank is increasing tremendeuosly. Recently we received his math paper and not bad at all with his perfect score for addition, bigger and smaller numbers. Not only that, he even can recite surahs : fatihah, ikhlas, an-nas, al falaq, al-asr, lahab, kafiroon, from his nenek's computer :) Sometimes, he even perform solat on his own reciting surah that he's comfortable with albeit 5 rakaats for Isya' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC02875.JPG" border="2" width=250 length=200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 21st May and it has been 5 years we have him. Thank you Allah for the most precious gift of all : anak2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang Ummi and papa, Zul Arif Nael : Happy 5th Birthday sayang! Lots of love from us and your baby brother Aidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC02863.jpg" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-2721629909919817216?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/2721629909919817216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=2721629909919817216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2721629909919817216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/2721629909919817216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/05/nael-is-5.html' title='Nael is 5!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-6208946551742183848</id><published>2008-05-20T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:37:57.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nael is 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Times;color: yellow;font-size: 11pt;"&gt;My dearest darling Zul Arif Nael...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was 4 years back, 21st of May 2003 at around 1:30pm, I held you in my arms and we were overcome with so much joy and emotions to see such a beautiful and healthy baby. Despite the knot of your umbilical cord which can be fatal and your neck was wrapped and twisted by them, alhamdullilah you were protected by Allah, you were safe and most importantly healthy. Bringing you up was not an easy task especially on the health department but who would want to remember? We cherish every single little thing from your wet diapers to your cutesy little smile and now we, your parents go crazy  with your wicked foolish manja expression that you flash from time to time. We are your biggest fan and we would die to make you a one happy boy. We love you to the bits sayang and with so much pride and joy we're looking forward to have another 100 years to be with you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th Birthday Sayang Ummi and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/HB4/0Day.JPG" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fresh from the oven - Taken on 21st May 2003"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/HB4/DSC01379.JPG" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At nursery, ready to cut cake with friends - Taken on 21st May 2004"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/HB4/DSC01730.JPG" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tengah godek2 Ummi's pusrse - Taken on 21st May 2005"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/HB4/DSC02102.JPG" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Budak nakal tapi manja! - Taken on 21st May 2006"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-6208946551742183848?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/6208946551742183848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=6208946551742183848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6208946551742183848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/6208946551742183848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2008/05/nael-is-4.html' title='Nael is 4!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114984107932149712</id><published>2006-06-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:17:59.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma?</title><content type='html'>Written on 24th January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent Nael to LW last Sunday. As expected, Ummi was pretty nervous herself. One new screaming kid wasn't really helping. Nael clutched his legs around Ummi's waist tight and was horrified with the sight. Sat him at one of the tables that have a drawing paper with big color crayons with the wailing kid in the background. Miss Lopmeier left the histerical crying boy and squat beside Nael, had a little chat with him. I saw Nael was listening to her and I left the room feeling very very very nervous (sheesshhh..). At the door saw another parent still consoling his daughter to let him go and join the class and the crying boy's father wondered outside the class. I think he was told to leave his son there. He looked clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in the lobby for 5 mins, tak senang duduk, went in again and tried to peep, couldn't see Nael and heard soft cries. My heart went dub dab dub dab, skipped few beats, I asked one of the parent who just left her son there "Did you see my son? Is he the one crying?" She said "It's not your son who's crying, it's another boy but they have put him in another empty class". Gosshhh. OK ok went back to lobby, tried to read, tak jalan. After 20 mins, tried to peep through a glass door for his arts and crafts session, couldn't see him still, gerammmm! He sat too far, I could only see his sleeve but then I saw his teacher, she gave a thumb up! Fuh lega...I smiled and went back to lobby and sat there. Oh geee I'm such a paranoid mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT 11:30am, I stood guard at the door, the 1st parent looking for her kid heheh. I saw Nael lined up with his shoes on and his Incredible bag and Miss Lopmeier stood behind him and said "Nael did very well, he was certainly nervous, checking things out, looking here and there but he didn't cry a bit and followed the instructions well". I was like...whatt?? oh yeahhh?? reallyyy?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: orange;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well done sayang, you have been a brave boy. We love you A LOT"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/Image_32.jpg" border="2" width=200 length=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Tahoma;color: orange;font-size: 10pt;font-style: italic;"&gt;One Happy Shiny People&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114984107932149712?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114984107932149712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114984107932149712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984107932149712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984107932149712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/trauma_09.html' title='Trauma?'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114984057833722692</id><published>2006-06-09T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:18:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>Written on 19th January 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael has just started his playschool at LornaWhiston for the 1st term of the year. Actually he already attended 2 classes on Sunday. He was behaving exceptionally well, he participated in the activities although not all the instructions he would follow. I can still see Nael needs more time to get himself comfortable and be happy in school. He stills doesn't respond to any of the teacher's talks. Not that he can speaks perfect sentence and perfect English. He usually frown and make that anti-social remark to his teacher. Btw, he has a new teacher named Miss Lopmeier, originally from Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of last week's class, Miss Lopmeier told us starting from next week onwards (which is gonna be this Sunday), all parents have to leave the kids with her and her assistant. I think my jaw dropped when I hear this. She further explained that there will be tears, cries, trauma but at the end of the term, the kids would usually be a ok! (what! u kidding me?) I was totally horrified and my worries didn't stop there and then. It continues! It lingers in my head everyday fearing the worst for Nael this Sunday. Oh my, oh my what will happen to &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; Nael?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those parents who have been through this, advice please? Some parents did advice that you are not suppose to abondan your kid just like that, some say, it's ok. Miss Lopmeier told us that we will be called when the child really needs us. But again, I'm scarred once I leave him, he'll be haunted, horrify to death and hate school forever :(  *imagining the worst here* I'm just hoping it's merely seperation anxiety and it's just a phase..I pray I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder where did Nael get this trait? I don't think it's from me, I have no problem socializing with peers from small till adulthood ;) keh keh keh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114984057833722692?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114984057833722692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114984057833722692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984057833722692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984057833722692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114984020427845835</id><published>2006-06-09T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T01:03:24.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at LW</title><content type='html'>Written on 1st November 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Darling Nael,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time. Ummi and papa decided that you should be more exposed to the 'real' world mixing with your age group, get socialize and make new friends. At last we decided to enroll you at Lorna Whiston which fortunately they called after 10 mths you were on waiting list. Besides, we were thinking it will not be too taxing for you as the class was only on weekend which was Sunday from 8:45am to 9:45am. Ummi shrugged when she saw the timetable that you have to be in class by 8:45am which she thought it was way too early for you and papa. Although for few classes we showed up late, 15 minutes late, it is better than null attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teacher's name was Miss Finch, pretty lady with medium built, blond shoulder length hair. She speaks soft with British accent but good enough for you and your little friends. For the 1st 15 minutes, it was playing session with educational toys. Ummi remember you first played with train numbers and you excitedly announced to the whole class that you knew 1 to 10. Ummi thinks it was cute of you :) Your other classmates were busy with their own toys and books. Then Miss Finch and her assistant passed a few plastic boxes for you and friends to keep away the toys. Miss Finch hummed "Pack up...Pack up, Everybody Pack up" a few times till all the toys were kept aside. Then she instructed everyone to get a cushion and everyone scurried to a corner to get a cushion and Ummi noticed one thing, my dear Nael, you were such a good boy that you did not scramble your way and let others to proceed. You didn't like the messiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 15 minutes, it's time for read aloud session and singing. For the first few classes, you dunked your head underneath Ummi's/papa's arm. You were shy. However, towards the end of the term, you braced yourself to enjoy the reading and singing session. We learned Incy Wincy Spider but your favourite song was Open Shut Them where you practised hard at home with minimum help from Ummi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="250" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 15 minutes was arts and craft session. You really love it, you didn't even want to miss any single instructions in every classes, with mini apron on you, you really looked so comel. When you were done with your art project you rushed to the mini washing basin to wash your hands, grabbed paper towel from Miss Finch and threw them away in dustbin. You have done it perfectly, no hassle at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="150" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="250" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the play session, there was indoor playgorund with slide, bouncing balls &amp; pony, tunnel, etc. You loved this session too but you migled too little with your friends. You really didn't bother with their antics as much as for the slides you were playing. When the time was up, you and your little friends made a choo choo train and were back in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="150" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="250" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the last 15 minutes was filled with another read aloud and singing a song before we bid farewell. But for the last class of your 1st term, your teacher threw a party, all parents distributed the food they brought and the littles ones were given a feather crown. You're such a handsome prince :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="250" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01894.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you munched your raisin, you and friends posed for pictures. At first you were obedient taking instructions from busy 'photographers' but after a little while, you were impatient and buzzed out from the group picture. You even salamed Miss Finch and said goodbye. Well done Nael! and we love you to the bits. &lt;i&gt;Note : 4th term August 29th - November 13th 2005. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="250" height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/LW/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114984020427845835?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114984020427845835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114984020427845835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984020427845835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984020427845835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-at-lw.html' title='A day at LW'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114984005543171821</id><published>2006-06-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:39:41.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's at work!</title><content type='html'>Written on 3rd October 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/b14a.jpg" border="2" width=200&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font style="color: orange;font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/br&gt;He's at work :) Our gardener :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114984005543171821?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114984005543171821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114984005543171821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984005543171821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114984005543171821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/hes-at-work.html' title='He&apos;s at work!'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114983868335769752</id><published>2006-06-09T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:40:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Artwork</title><content type='html'>Written on 19th September 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/Image_42.jpg" width="200" border="2" length="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nael's 1st Art Work&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you guys had a wonderful splashy time at the Wetlands. Moi? hemm..I was with Nael that 2 x 24 hrs :) (am not complaining k), his papa had and still is having his MBA class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael has been on a waiting list for about 10mths for his toddler playschool at Lorna Whiston which I almost forgotten about it. Yesterday morning, at around 8:50am, we reached the center and I had to carry my 13kg boy with my heels and walked for about 50m. Tell ya, Nael was clingy, he with his bantal busuk, I had to carry him upstairs, into his class and he curled his legs real tight. My god, I was a bit upset and didn't anticipate that he wouldn't wanna join the activities for the 1st 15 mins sessions. Only in Art class, he seemed to enjoy himself, painted the no 3 with glue and sticked the puny color papers onto the glue. I think Nael overall did ok although I would be very much delighted if he can enjoy himself in the 1 hour activities. Oh well, he still has another 7 weekend classes to attend and it's gonna be good for him to prepare himself for the real school next Jan....ayohh..i'm such a kiasu mother..hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114983868335769752?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114983868335769752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114983868335769752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114983868335769752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114983868335769752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-artwork.html' title='1st Artwork'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114983833767134649</id><published>2006-06-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:52:48.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not?</title><content type='html'>Written on 25th August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Nael turned to 27 mths and he showed something that was really amazing to us his parents at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, Nael is being taken care by my mother in law. He used to go to a day care center but we pulled him out due to his continuous virus infections. I think he was there for about 14 mths and during that period, he was hospitalized twice, he won battles with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;color:orange;"&gt;Acute Bronchiolitis, Roseola, HSV6, mild meassles, mild Foot and Mouth disease &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He sufferred and we sufferred but the experiences, nevertheless has added more color to our lives. Once he was taken out from his day care center, he is healthy, alhamdullillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in school means that he's getting a less proper education, kinda distorted as in learning his alpabets and numbers, colors and shapes, socializing with his peers and bigger kids. Staying at home, his only source of entertainment cum education is his TV, his toys and reading books with Ummi. He loves his Sesame Characters, his Mr Incredible and now he's into Hi 5, my god, he has tonnes of VCDs and DVDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 24 mths, he could count 1- 10 with an odd sound of 7, nevertheless he began counting every single thing he touches (ie: building blocks/crayons). Last Sunday, he took his &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;color:orange;"&gt;Sesame Street ABC and 123 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book, he flipped the pages fast and said nearly all the A-Z characters loud and clear, at random! , we were estatic. We couldn't believe it as everytime I tried teaching him from the same book, he just kept mum and flipped the pages, uninterested. But you know what, he learned all the alphabets from his &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;color:orange;"&gt;Elmo: Alphabet Jungle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; VCD. I tested him again but with a set flashcard, yep, yep, he knows his alphabets. Oh yeah, my MIL too said he knows Jawi characters too but I could not gauge how far he knows his Jawi, hv not tested him yet and again, he learned it from VCD &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;color:orange;"&gt;Kumpulan Aliff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Well I guess he learnt a lot from his TV and who said watching tv is a waste of time?? tee hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/elmobook.jpg" width="150" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/elmoalpha.jpg" width="150" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my next project with Nael will be teaching him to read. &lt;i&gt;Famygirl&lt;/i&gt; proposed that I should teach Malay follow by English. I saw in Star paper about Phonics reading, &lt;i&gt;Oxford Essential Reading series &lt;/i&gt;but have yet to check on them. Can you, $user recommend me for Malay books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC01738.JPG" width="250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC01736.JPG" width="250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:yellow;"&gt;kusyuk nengok tv &amp;amp; lenguhlah dok cam nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC01788.JPG" width="250" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:yellow;"&gt;my little darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114983833767134649?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114983833767134649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114983833767134649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114983833767134649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114983833767134649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/06/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not?'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114432007586087099</id><published>2006-04-06T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:43:04.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa or Ummi?</title><content type='html'>Written on 5th August 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that Nael has preferences, it is always gonna be me or my hubby, it really depends on activities or showing off his affections that he feels comfortable doing so with his fav person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When asked to kiss Ummi n Papa, he will smooch his Papa and let Ummi wait &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;uhuk..uhuk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When we have dinner at the table, he prefers to sit on his Papa's lap and Papa will feed him. Ummi enjoys her food &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hihihi...oh boy, I really sound like a bad wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When it comes to watching his Hi Five/Elmo/Incredible, he will force his Ummi to sit with him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's really a torture moment for Ummi as Ummi has watched them umpteenth times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) To go to sleep, he has to cuddle his papa or papa cuddles him, he will grip his papa's hand and sometimes sleep on papa's body. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ummi already in lalaland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) During reading times, he wants his Ummi to read to him &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ummi is fun, yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) For swimming session, he prefers his Papa &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Definitely Papa is a lot more splashy than Ummi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I begin to wonder, when it's poo time, who's he gonna call? who is he going to ask for toys ? who is he going to seek permission first when invited to birthday party? who, first, is he going to utter "I Love You" before going to bed? Sometimes I feel I'm gonna lose to my hubby, I'm gonna be 2nd in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, my hubby was out of the country again and my mother is taking care of Nael, he woke up and searched around the house calling "Ummiiiii...mmmiiiiii..ummiiii" and there was another time, he woke up and held my PJ wondering about in the house looking for me...sungguh cair hati Ummi. At least I know he remembers me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have A Good Weekend Everyone....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114432007586087099?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114432007586087099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114432007586087099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114432007586087099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114432007586087099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/papa-or-ummi.html' title='Papa or Ummi?'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114431891672287625</id><published>2006-04-06T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:19:31.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nael's Personalized Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written on 14th June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received Nael's 1st personalized book and it's our gift to Nael for his 2nd birthday. The title of the book is Little One Little One, What Do You See? Rafiqah herself dropped the books (together with famygirl's) at the DH's office, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THANKS Rafiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It is so very lovely and with the price offered, it was worth every cents :) (hopes she won't increase the price after this ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Books/Fpage.jpg" width="150" border="0" length="100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Books/Page2.jpg" width="150" border="0" length="100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Books/Page3.jpg" width="150" border="0" length="100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Books/LPage.jpg" width="150" border="0" lenght="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic3 = This page actually is the 2nd last page of the book and it reads&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; Nael, wherever you go, Ummi and Papa want you to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic4 =&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whether counting or rhyming, one thing is true: Ummi and Papa, dear Nael, will always love you&lt;/span&gt; *heart melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ummi dah teruja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114431891672287625?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114431891672287625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114431891672287625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431891672287625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431891672287625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/naels-personalized-book.html' title='Nael&apos;s Personalized Book'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114431847747651914</id><published>2006-04-06T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:11:38.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisang Oh Pisang</title><content type='html'>Written on 19th May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_06.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_15.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic1 = Hari ni saya ditugaskan oleh Ummi menjual pisang. Ummi kata, untuk menjadi busineesman berjaya, saya kena membuat latihan tubi dari kecik dgn menjual pisang2 yg nenek beri.&lt;br /&gt;Pic2 = Saya dah berbedak, walaupun macam tepung kurmak, saya tetap cute miut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_16.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_17.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic3 = Ehhhhh...berat jugak yerr pisang nieeee..&lt;br /&gt;Pic4 = Macam mana yer nak carik pelanggan?, daripada menyanyi "Pisang O pisang" macam kak Siti tu, yg dah ketinggalan zaman, saya rasa saya nak mempergunakan kecomelan saya untuk mendapat simpati hihih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_18.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_19.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic5 = Makcik! Makcik!....Bukaklah pintu, saya nak jual pisang, pisang saya lemak manis, sedapppp....ehhh makcik! bukaklah pintu!!! saya dah lama tunggu kat luar nie&lt;br /&gt;Pic6 = Haaaa..baru sekarang makcik nak bukak pintu yer, udahlerrr pisang nie berat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/Nael/Image_20.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic7 = Nah!!!, semua nie saya jual chepuluh sen sajeee, mekaceh makcikkkkk...jual yerrrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114431847747651914?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114431847747651914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114431847747651914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431847747651914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431847747651914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/pisang-oh-pisang.html' title='Pisang Oh Pisang'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114431796207104233</id><published>2006-04-06T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:06:02.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow's Milk....anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written on 27th January 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Nael is not consuming the usual 20oz a day of formula milk. He started liking Full Cream milk or watchamacall it...Whole Cow's Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/dutchlady.bmp.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started last 2 weekends when he saw packets of Dutch Lady Low Cream Milk at my mak's table top. He wanted one of them when he saw my niece gleefully sipping from a straw and after much of whinning and wailing, we gave up and let him tried one. That's it! He got hooked up with the milk. Instead with low cream milk, we gave him full cream milk and now I notice he's consuming less and less formula milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, I browsed BabyCenter and it says after 1 year old, babies are allowed to make a transition to cow's milk as the digestive systems are ready to digest the protein in the cow's milk. However, parents must ensure that the baby/toddler receives enough iron from other source of food to avoid iron-deficiency as cow's milk does not have iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to check with paeditrician on this. Once he gives us green light, I think we will give him more cow's milk and less of formula. I think this will save us a lot of $$$. How I wish I'm a successfull breastfeeding mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have questions for you moms. When did you introduce cow's milk to your children? I seldom heard parents give cow's milk to as early as 1 yr plus in Malaysia. My sister's friend who has been staying in London for years told me that it is a norm over in UK to give fresh milk besides EBM/formula after 1 yr old.....geee..I did not know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114431796207104233?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114431796207104233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114431796207104233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431796207104233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431796207104233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/cows-milkanyone.html' title='Cow&apos;s Milk....anyone?'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114431760911780723</id><published>2006-04-06T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:31:03.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written on 19th January 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nael is reaching 20 mths this Friday :) He is the jewel of my heart and I can't help myself to jot a few things about him that I would never wanna forget...It is more like a milestone to me, so just bear with the green mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) His first body part recognition was belly button (and not nose or eyes). But now he knows his nose, eyes, ears, hair and teeth.&lt;br /&gt;2) His verbal development is on track. According to &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, he should now speak 10 to 50 words. He doesn't have 50 words at the back of his head, only 20 maybe but it's ok I guess, as long as he is progressing. He can only string some 2 words.&lt;br /&gt;3) His first nursery ryhmes was 10 Little Nael Boy but now they have diversified to Wheels on The Bus, Cock a Doodle Doo, Ring Ring of Roses and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;4) His first CD was Wheels on The Bus but now he grew fond of Elmo and friends from Sesame Street. His collections grew to the total of 7 CDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC01593-copy.JPG" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) His first few fav books were Nursery Ryhmes and Animals but 2 mths back he just loves his Run Peter Run book. Currently he is attached to Baby Words book where he points himself as a BOY and ummi as a GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;6) He will say A is A, B is B, C is A, D is D and E is E. He could only recognized printed letter A on anywhere, newspaper, on my t-shirt or on boxes.&lt;br /&gt;7) He who recognized his ummi when he saw old family photo, he utters UMMIIII and points to my 13 yr old figure.&lt;br /&gt;8) He can now do the sujud position 90% correctly and no more of just bending his body, hands and head touching the floor. He loves listening to azan on TV during Maghrib, will be very quiet and attentive and will raise his small hands immediately after azan for the doa. He will amin in time.&lt;br /&gt;9) He who has the passion with cars/wheels, be it very very small or big car. He doesn't like remote control car, he will scream on top of his lungs when he sees the car moves. What a dissappointment to his papa (READ : Papa wants to get his son a remote control car)&lt;br /&gt;10) He who loves water so very much like his papa. He first experienced the wading pool when he was 4mths +. Last month we threw him in the adult pool with his arm floaties and brought him under water. He was OK. He giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://usera.imagecave.com/ummu_nael/nael5/DSC01599.JPG" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) He loves to roll his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;12) When he feels like to throw tantrum, he will roll on the floor! He can cry really really loud for half an hour but he also sometimes lift his head just to check whether we are still watching him.&lt;br /&gt;13) He once upon a time loved to lick anything that we think is gross&lt;br /&gt;14) He can cry loud, he speaks loud at times and he can laugh very loud too up till his shoulders would shake.&lt;br /&gt;15) He can now stack 8 pieces of 1cm cube. He's trying on the 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better stop at 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all the above sound familiar to you? I'd bet you are coz you are all season moms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114431760911780723?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114431760911780723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114431760911780723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431760911780723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431760911780723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-some-lines.html' title='Just Some Lines'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-114431685368215945</id><published>2006-04-06T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T03:03:29.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little fun(nier) Nael</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Written on 11th Oct 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nael today, really miss him :( Yesterday, it was the first time I heard him saying Oh! O when he first broke a disposable plastic spoon. He said it and pretended as if nothing really happened (looking left and right). Nael...Nael...hemm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-114431685368215945?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/114431685368215945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=114431685368215945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431685368215945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/114431685368215945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-little-funnier-nael.html' title='my little fun(nier) Nael'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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-9956605.post-113333241217469428</id><published>2005-11-29T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:52:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy like a bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy busy busy...ituler favourite word saya, semenjak 2 menjak nih...and my 2nd favourite word, penat penat penat....aduhai sungguh penat ya amat. Since last week, &lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt; I packed nearly 30 boxes of household stuff, did it in a few days time during night time since I have to be in the office during the day. Hubby is very busy with his work, most of the time on the phone trying to close some deals before year ends. At one point of time, I was pissed off tired, looking at the wrappers and boxes and I told myself, this is going to be the last ever moving and packing that we've to endure. Imagine with only a kid, we have plenty of stuff, what about 4 kids? hahah...I guess then we have to hire packers and movers. The day came, the movers came and swiped clean my house, all boxes gone, appliances and such but my body ache remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Semalam pergi MPPJ, mintak approval for house renovation. Itu lagi satu hal, setengah hari dah habis kat sana, macam2 kena buat, dah isi borang, nak kena photostat mcm2, nasib baik semua ada termasuklah gambar rumah. Lepas tuh, one portion of the renovation tu mcm tak diluluskan, walhal jiran yg buat same kind of renovation dah pulak diluluskan. Kta punya pulak siap suruh kita hire draftsman/architect to do blueprint, banyak songeh betuiii...lepastu senangjer hubby ckp kat diorag, mcm mana neighbour saya dah lulus, awak tak boleh nak luluskan saya punya, jiran saya pun bukannya ada buat blueprint, next you guess...tuhan permudahkan urusan kami, alhamdulillah. Rupa2nya jiranku beri duit kopi :P boringkan dengar org melayu senang jer nak terima duit kopi dan yg paling byk is org2 gomen...bila cete benda2 gini kat pak mentua, dia mesti marah giler. Dia pun org gomen gak dan dia pun 3 kali dah heret gomen pie court dan menang kes sebab gomen salah laku. Ampun tok nenek kalu org gomen baca hehehe...bila cete mcm nie, teringat gak ada org gomen mintak duit nak pie umrah kalau nak luluskan something...ish ish ish...nauzubillah. And believe it or not, orang Saudi pun dah start jadi mcm org kita....ehh itu story lain skit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, ok ok...so pokoknya, I'm darn tired, I have splitting headaches, I need a masseur! Can you be my masseur? except you, Bert!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-113333241217469428?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/113333241217469428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=113333241217469428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113333241217469428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113333241217469428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-like-bee.html' title='Busy like a bee'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-113254603398956887</id><published>2005-11-20T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:48:24.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pssttt..psssttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Psstttt..psssttttt...I want to tell you guys something tapi maluuuuuu.....Janji jangan cakap kat orang lain? Janji tau? Cakaplah janji...cakap kuat-kuat so that I can hear you. J.A.N.J.I. Maybe I should draft an agreement letter for you guys to sign before I spill the beans. Macam mana tu? Kalau dah tahu tu, jangan cerita kat orang lain tau, bukannya apa, takut nanti ramai pulak yang terperanjat dan akan menyesakkan lagi keadaan. Kita tak naklah orang lain terover dengan cerita ini, worse come to worse, ramai pulak yg tak nak gie kerja dan semua nak set appointment nak jumpa kita. Tak maulah keadaan jadi havoc, tak pasal2 negara kacau bilau, camna tu? Oklah, oklah, korang nie musti dah boring giler dan kita pun memang dah tak sabar nak bagi tau....camnie sajelah baca yg kat bawah nie, kita kasik kaler hijau, so pandai2lah ekk korang baca....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;Kitakan dah beruban! Semalam kita terserempak dgn uban pertama kita yg panjangnya 3 inci. Terkezut you. Itu jerlah cete yg kita nak bagitau. jgn mareeeeee......korang dah beruban ker belum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-113254603398956887?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/113254603398956887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=113254603398956887' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113254603398956887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113254603398956887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2005/11/psstttpsssttt.html' title='Pssttt..psssttt'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-113254369084254658</id><published>2005-11-20T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:49:04.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ishhh, lama sangatlah modblog down, harap2 jgnlah ada benda lain pulak yg hilang bila dia up nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, pagi semalam, me and hubby dok sembang2 pasal dugaan yang akan mendatang bila kita tua nanti. Ceritanya bermula begini, hubby ada dengar cerita pasal sorang pakcik yang dia kenal, dah tua dah around 72yrs old, selalu sakit2, biasalah sakit org tua, diabetic, hbp, athritis. Kesian sungguh bila dengar cerita pasal pakcik nie, dia dulu hidup senang coz both of them, himself and his wife held top positions in MNC companies tapi selepas dia retire, hidup dia semakin merana, anak2 tak kisah sgt pasal bapak dia, isteri dia pulak asyik dok pot pet pot pet kat dia, ada jer yg dia tak puas hati sampaikan pernah kena halau dari rumah...dan macam2 lagilah ceritanya..malaslak nak elaborate, tapi jadikanlah cerita nie sebagai pengajaran dan teladan buat semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, me and hubby pun cakaplah pasal hari2 tua kita nie hopefully we will not be tested in such a way and we will not be tested that we could not bring ourselves together, mudah-mudahan. Sebenarnya, bila dah ada anak, suami isteri akan diduga dari anak2 kecil hinggalah dewasa, banyak yg perlu difikirkan, banyak yg perlu dipertimbangkan, memang bukan mudah. Kita akan diduga dari setiap aspek dan dari setiap penjuru. Bila anak2 kecik, kita diuji bila anak2 sakit, bila sekolah anak2 periksa, kita yg gundah gulana, bila masuk Uni, kita terlebih presure macam kita lak yg nak ambik exam, bila dah habis, risau anak dpt keja ker atau tak, bila anak ada boyfriend or girlfriend, kita lagi sakit kepala sampai nak migraine, taklehlah asyik nak bertenet jer, habistu kahwin? Bila dah kahwin, bila anak tak bahagia, kita pun tumpang merana, lepas tu kita pulak diduga dgn kelakuan menantu masing2. Bila diingatkan susahnya menjadi hamba allah, astagfirullah...sesungguhnya allah menjamin nikmat tak terhingga utk hambanya atas segala rintangan dan dugaan yg beliau turunkan. semoga allah permudahkanlah segalanya bagi keluargaku, insyallah. Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-113254369084254658?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/113254369084254658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=113254369084254658' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113254369084254658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/113254369084254658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2005/11/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-112892603640775553</id><published>2005-10-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:42:01.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kedai Gunting</title><content type='html'>Nie nak cete skit pasal kedai2 gunting rambut yg kita pernah pergi. Kita punya kedai favourite kat Klang, adalah kedai Cina yg kita dah pergi sejak 6 tahun yang lalu, on and offlah kiranya. Tuan punya kedai tu budak2 muda tapi ketua dia cam lebih kurang umur kitalah. Suka pergi kedai tu sebab waiting time dia boleh tahan, kira 1st come 1st serve basis, ambience dia ala2 moden kontemporary, tukang gunting, tukang cuci semua ok ok belaka. Yang paling best harga dia berpatutan dan yang paling dekat dgn rumah mak. So, takyahlah buang masa nak drive jauh jauh. Cuma yang tak tahan tu, diaorg nie pasang lagu cino jer memanjang but what the heck, as long as ada magazine, kita tak kisahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kat situlah kita selalu dok gunting rambut, cuci rambut, perm rambut, blow rambut dan buat hair treatment. Pelbagai pesyen kita dah cuba dan kita pun ada favoret hairstylist, bila dtg jer kita mesti nak dia buatkan segala galanya. Walaupun bahasa Melayu dia kureng campur pulak dgn pelat cina dia, tapi dia mesti paham apa kita nak, we got chemistrylah kiranya. Bila dah habis, kita mesti puji dia melambung lambung dan dia mesti cakap "Taank kiu, taank kiu ah Ah Moi". Tapi lepas a few years, dia berenti, terpaksalah kita cari tempat lain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita cubalah pulak kat Peek A Boo, dekat dgn rumah mak mentua kita pulak. Dalam banyak banyak hairstylist yg kita pernah cuba, he's the best but I forgot his name. Dia nie set2 lembut, cakap engris campur telo cina :) Yang paling kita tak tahan, herge dia makk oii mahallah..setakat wash+cut+blow=RM48 bolehlah tahan tapi kalau perm, RM250+ puyooo, itu tak campur dgn produk yg dia suruh kita beli, nipislah purse kita. Memandangkan kita nie pun dah jadi ibu dan takdelah masa dan uwang nak asyik dok berulang alik ke hair saloon, kita pun terpaksalah men'downgrade'kan status, so pergilah balik ke kedai kat Klang tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Saturday, teringat nak trim rambut yg dah bercabang cabang mcm ekor ayam jantan nie, kalau boleh masa awal bulan puasa, takdelah sibuk sangat. Kita pun pergilah ke kedai kat Klang tu, punyalah susah nak cari parkir, pusing keliling, pusing keliling 15 minit baru jumpa. Masuk jer kedai, dah ada 2 org makcik, sorang tua, sorang muda, macam mak dgn anak, pekerjanya sorang jer. Si mak tgh dok syampu rambut, kita pun duduklah kat kerusi antik tu merewang. Tunggu punya tunggu, masa dah 40 minit berlalu, makcik tu pun dah set rambut lawa2 walaupun kedut muka seribu..heheh...alih2 turn anak dia pulak...cisss, ini takleh jadi, yang pekerja tu pun takdelah pulak sound kat kita yg kena tunggu lagi, apalagi....dari muka monyok 22 inci terus jadik 44 inci, geram giler, mulaler kita nak sound. Dengan nada menahan geram, kita bukak mulut " Execuse me, this gonna take another hour rite??" "Oh soli ah, soli ahh". "I'll be back laytur!" I said to him while storming out from the shop. Bengang giler...dalam hati, "Don't you have courtesy to even tell me that it's gonna take another hour for your turn, you may come back after an hour or so" bummer! Bukannya dia tak kenal kita nie hah...masa keluar tuh, dok menyumpah "No way i'm gonna step into your shop again!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pun call cik abang, mintak tolong drivekan kita pergi cari kedai lain, nasib baik sungguh ada kedai gunting pompuan 1 block away from the 1st shop. So, kitapun ding donglah pintu dia, duduk sekejap kat waiting area, then took a seat. Bila dah habis soal jawab, kita pun biarleh hairstylist tu godek godek rambut nih. Dalam hati dok berdoa, janganlah kita mintak lain, dapat lain, kita mintak Jennifer Aniston dapat Jennifer Lopez ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam-macam yg kita pernah lalui, yang mungkin orang lain boleh buat iktibar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kalau dah tahu rabun jauh, pakailah contact lense dan jangan pakai spec mata. Sebabnya, bila dah siap, pakai jer spec, macam-macam kezutan boleh berlaku. "What? My hair! My hair! Where's my hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kita tak tahan betul kalau perm rambut, udahler lama, pastu kena tahan bau ubat kencing kuda heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bila diaorang potong rambut bahagian tepi muka dekat dgn mata, mesti kita pejam mata rapat-rapat. Takut sungguh bila diaorg tu pusingkan gunting masa lepas sikat..macam "Wild Bill" pusingkan pistol dgn gaya cowboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bila nak blow dry, lagi satu seksaan, panas ya amat. Udahler rambut kita nie tak setebal mana, lepas tuh diaorg suka sgt dok hantukkan blow dryer yg gedabak tuh kat kepala kita...dangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bila cuci, pernah sekali kita dapat tukang cuci yg kukunya pjg yg amat, sampai luka tengkok kita :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ada gak yang tukang cuci, heemmm hampas, macam tak cuci jer rambut kita nie, cuci yg tak kena kuku kat kulit kepala tuh, ala ala yang letak tangan kat atas kepala jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yang paling kita tak tahan, udahler dapat crappy service, ada hati pulak tu suruh kita beli produk dia. Kalau takat puluh2 takpe gak, ini sampai ratus2...sorilerr, next time, dudette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pernah tak rasa, pompuan pakai sleevless, angkat tangan tinggi tinggi, potong rambut depan kita, ketiak dia kita boleh cium, wah liauu ehhh....hahaha...ini kita disgress jerlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau apa2 pun nasib baiklah aktiviti kita ke hair saloon dah byk berkurangan, 2-3 bulan sekali jer, itu pun wash, cut and blow, maybe once a year for hair treatment. Although I can ask my sista or my mother to give me a haircut, I treat the visits to hair saloon as for pampering oneself, wind down and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Berbuka Puasa to ALL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-112892603640775553?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/112892603640775553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=112892603640775553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/112892603640775553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/112892603640775553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2005/10/kedai-gunting.html' title='Kedai Gunting'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9956605.post-112865476032640775</id><published>2005-10-06T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:12:40.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip hip hoorayyy</title><content type='html'>Aiyooo, how come modblog is down for many days??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they are working their ass off to make it online again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me trying out blogspot, trying to familiarised with the features they have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it won't take long, hopefully heheh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9956605-112865476032640775?l=zanwithjava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/feeds/112865476032640775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9956605&amp;postID=112865476032640775' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/112865476032640775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9956605/posts/default/112865476032640775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanwithjava.blogspot.com/2005/10/hip-hip-hoorayyy.html' title='Hip hip hoorayyy'/><author><name>zan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08010127005680943752</uri><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>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
