tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30420690693369600642023-11-16T21:22:12.234+08:00my little angel's journeypHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-30883873022106299512009-12-02T22:41:00.002+08:002009-12-02T22:43:51.566+08:00Moved...<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hi All, I have moved to a new blog :<br /><br /><a href="http://phatmummy.blogspot.com">http://phatmummy.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />reason : nothing, just realized that my blog yantie + edie = yantiedie<br />could also be read as yantie die...<br />choyyy!!! heh...<br /><br />so, hope to see u there!!! :)<br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAABgAAAAYCAYAAADgdz34AAADsElEQVR4nK2VTW9VVRSGn33OPgWpYLARbKWhQlCHTogoSkjEkQwclEQcNJEwlfgD/AM6NBo1xjhx5LyJ0cYEDHGkJqhtBGKUpm3SFii3vb2956wPB/t+9raEgSs52fuus89613rftdcNH8/c9q9++oe/Vzb5P+3McyNcfm2CcPj9af9w6gwjTwzvethx3Bx3x8xwd1wNM8dMcTNUHTfFLPnX6nVmZpeIYwf3cWD/PhbrvlPkblAzVFurKS6GmmGqqComaS+qmBoTI0Ncu3mXuGvWnrJ+ZSxweDgnkHf8ndVTdbiT3M7cQp2Z31dRTecHAfqydp4ejhwazh6Zezfnu98E1WIQwB3crEuJ2Y45PBTAQUVR9X4At66AppoEVO1Q8sgAOKJJjw6Am6OquDmvHskZ3R87gW+vlHz98zpmiqphkkRVbQtsfPTOC30lJKFbFTgp83bWh7Zx/uX1B6w3hI3NkkZTqEpBRDBRzG2AQHcwcYwEkOGkTERREbLQ/8HxJwuW7zdYrzfZ2iopy4qqEspKaDYravVm33k1R91Q69FA1VBRzFIVvXbx5AgXT44A8MWP81yfu0utIR2aVK3vfCnGrcUNxp8a7gKYKiLCvY2SUvo/aNtnM3e49ucK9S3p0aDdaT0UAVsKi2tVi6IWwNL9JvdqTdihaz79/l+u/rHMxmaJVMLkS2OoKKLWacdeE3IsSxctc2D5Qcl6vUlVVgNt+fkPPcFFmTw1xruvT7SCd7nuVhDQvECzJH90h0azRKoKFRkAmP5lKTWAGRdefoZL554FQNUxB92WvYeA5UN4PtSqwB2phKqsqMpBgAunRhFR3j49zuU3jnX8k6fHEQKXzh1jbmGDuYU6s4t1rt6socUeLLZHhYO2AHSHmzt19ihTZ48O8Hzl/AmunD/BjTvrvPfNX3hWsNpwJCvwYm+ngug4UilSCSq6k8YPtxDwfA+WRawIWFbgscDiULcCEaWqBFOlrLazurupOSHLqGnEKJAY8TwBEHumqUirAjNm52vEPPRV4p01XXMPAQhUBjcWm9QZwijwokgAeYHlHYA06KR1cT6ZvoV56pDUJQEjw0KeaMgj1hPEY4vz2A4eW0/e1qA7KtQdsxTYAG0H3iG4xyK1Y+xm7XmEPOJZDiENzLi2WZHngeOjj2Pe+sMg4GRYyLAsx7ME4FnsyTD9pr0PEc8zPGRAwKXBkYOPEd96cZRvf11g9MDe7e3R4Z4Q+vyEnn3P4t0XzK/W+ODN5/kPfRLewAJVEQ0AAAAASUVORK5CYII%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" />pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-26966580581155630672009-11-19T08:50:00.004+08:002009-11-19T11:32:13.438+08:00Maternity<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I was driving when I heard the hot chat segment on hot fm regarding English misinterpretation. And this brought to mind, one particular incident involving The Lovely Person (TLP) and The Other Lovely Person (TOLP). Names are not revealed to protect their interest. Heh.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">This incident happened in SOGO. As usual, during sale, we were frantically shopping when I come across a lovely blouse.<br /><br />Me : Cantiknya blouse ni...(and come closer to have a look. TLP and TOLP is right by my side)<br />Me : Ala, baju maternity la pulak...<br />TLP and TOLP : Oh...<br /><br />(and we walk away)<br /><br />Me : (suddenly remebers that TLP often misinterpret meaning of words)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me : TLP tau ke baju maternity tu apa?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">TLP : (in all honesty) I know...I know....tu brand baju yang mahal tu kan</span><br />Me and TOLP : stood motionless for 5 seconds than burst out laughing like hyenas. I think our peal of laughter could be heard all the way to Pertama Complex.<br /></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0px none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" /></a></div>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-65719534524864931682009-11-18T10:37:00.003+08:002009-11-18T11:18:38.683+08:00Sara : 10 months<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Its been a while since Sara went to the clinic (2 months to be exact), so we have no idea how much she weigh. Last week, she went to the clinic with Nenek (Mommy has a meeting) and guess what? She weigh 9.2 kgs and only 74cm in lenght (I guess she's gonna be petite, like her Mak Tok ;p)</span><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />She can crawl for almost two weeks, so now she has moved in to another phase, the trying-to-stand-up phase. If she get a hold on something i.e sofa, chair or even Atuk, she can stand up on her own. Her struggling face to stand up (complete with sound effect) is too cute to watch ;)<br /><br />Her favourite TV commercial is everyone connects by TM. She'll drop whatever she's doing up</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on hearing the Bunkface's song in that commercial. That one time, she was already asleep when the commercial aired. She opened her eyes, watched the commercial and rolls to her side and falls asleep the moment the commercial ended. Cuteness overload.<br /><br />She knows a lot of things now. She can point to flower, butterfly, cat and she even knows how to differentiate between the TV remote and the fan remote. She'll hold the remote in her hand, point upwards for the fan remote, and point to the TV for the TV remote. My baby is a genius. Haha!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL__H7LQ4O9P3diQmu2dJpgU-IQCvWlu2Y2BIpVVRIRfYkOUi41ctQJ9_0e-8Gmk6GIrhsSnTAa1mUwxZBxf30uhzjfyOwmJVOIjC3V72BoSJnNeq7kz1lokS4_UiXlYKL8WERI76XfVw/s1600/sara+standing.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL__H7LQ4O9P3diQmu2dJpgU-IQCvWlu2Y2BIpVVRIRfYkOUi41ctQJ9_0e-8Gmk6GIrhsSnTAa1mUwxZBxf30uhzjfyOwmJVOIjC3V72BoSJnNeq7kz1lokS4_UiXlYKL8WERI76XfVw/s320/sara+standing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405274735380866370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What else...Hmm, at 10 months, she knows her nose, her head, she can crawl and get her comb and proceed to comb her own hair. She seems to know a lot of things, and I'm pretty sure she understands us most of the time. She knows how to reason and can be patient if we talk nicely to her. For example, when I put her in the high chair and she's all excited to eat, but her porridge is still too hot for her. She'll start to scream and sort of get mad like"I want food now!!!" (so like Mommy, always impatient when it comes to food). I'll just say, "Sara, be patient. It's too hot for you. Wait, okay" and she'll calm down. Gotta love her for that. :)<br /><br />And last but not least, her physical aspect. Her hair got soooooo long, we have to tie it "pokok kelapa". With her big round eyes, she looks just like a samurai. Heh.<br /></span></span></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-33886768596950126692009-11-09T15:58:00.004+08:002009-11-09T16:08:47.613+08:00Sexy Baby<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I have a list of things that I want my kid to learn. One of it is swimming. Since I can't swim (don't know why, but my body just refuse to float. Heh), I am adamant about the fact that all my child have to know how to swim. So, to kickstart this ambition, I bought Sara her first swimsuit. </span></div><div><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012200735575362" style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGK_awFXcQWRWtd2s38iHOnZPBt3oDiCIOtCw4gCdIDkhWl_ZPkzD5ldk5iLLr3QiJM0GLknQiTAuQuqjN_WnYGPyOtDvLsEM_DZAs2QiLtDFBc62dbRqYI7GOj6ZejSQp83YRTCtZzc/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402012192071908306" style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmPyLDIlhOaOhh9SMsX8VJ66LKAge_bxwSsB5_X6M-lGBIesIFZM7B4LwSzGfCn9hMJgrzbFueiMaBy0MkKi0nswfhfuRsRtHqJP7WT48mRk8LH_JW788KHRBgCCuzWQzepz12TFRsjO4/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" /></p><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Hah! Too cute, I know :) Here's to hoping Sara and Mommy will finally go on the swimming lesson I always wanted. It's kinda hard to find a place for swimming lesson for mothers with babies in this area. Suggestion, anyone?</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" /></a></div>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-17136392674166806272009-11-02T17:06:00.008+08:002009-11-03T15:22:52.160+08:00Smoke gets in your eyes - in my case, they went straight to my lung...uhuk!!uhuk!!<div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You'll never guess what tempted me to write this post. Well, this post is written to rant about my beloved b*ss who smokes cigars (cheap ones, and they smell like trash!) in the office. Personally </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I do, sincerely, I do understand the need to smoke, the addiction to it. I'm not complaining about smoking per se, I'm simply mad to those who smokes in public places, to those who smokes in air-conditioned, confined spaces.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don't hate smokers, majority of smokers I know are very good people with pleasant personality. What I hate about smokers is when they have utter disregard for other's health. Don't you guys know that the smokes you emit can do harm to us, the non-smokers?? Have you no brain inside that big head of yours? Or have your brain gone poofed, along with the smokes you puff everyday??<br /><br />I still remember this one incident (please keep in mind that this happened when I was only fourteen, hence the language. Heh)<br /><br />This incident happened in a bus full of passengers. My friend and I were lucky enough to have a seat. All was good, until suddenly, one teenage boy in his school outfit (SMK Teknik Kulim..haha) started to lit his cigarrette and proceed to pour the ashes on top of my friend's head. The hell???<br /><br />Me : I thought this is a non-smoking bus<br />Him : Kecoh aa lu minah. Lu ape hal??<br />Me : <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Hmm, tak sangka babi pandai berkata-kata</span><br />Him and all the other passenger on the bus : ..........<br />Him and all his friends after 10 seconds : Macamla bagus sangat!!! Blah la lu!! (and all other sentence in that form) Me : *Whatever. I feel victorious. Bluekkkk!!!*<br /></span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">KATAKAN TAKNAK PADA MEROKOK!!</span></span></span></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399774303353020482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxS_JyC2h265LD7ky2AVaHVy733X9fFSy_Jd5ad5FHVJskxDMCKfufGNxu9eDUX02ZVnacIZysnDml_3xvm8HK4JvzgpodOMzNtge0vzwWEN1c5y1dKbRFgu4JMTlCB2UGZQp_g5kYBI/s400/stockvault_14280_20090106.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" /></a></div>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-41691153791953833452009-11-01T13:25:00.002+08:002009-11-01T13:31:05.191+08:00Bad Mommy!!!!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am known for my complacent attitude, my wait-n-see outlook in life. For example, I know that Sara can crawl and we've taken safety measures by sleeping on a mattress without bed (on the floor). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">However, silly me left her upstairs <span style="font-weight: bold;">WITHOUT</span> closing the room door which is just adjacent with the stairs. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">What if she got up and crawl to the stairs and fall down 20 steps??!!!</span> I'll kill myself if I let that happen. Gahhhh!!! Bad Mommy!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Must.Never.Let.That.Happen.Again.</span><br /></span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" />pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-18084347360084774392009-11-01T13:15:00.007+08:002009-11-02T15:03:56.868+08:00Baby Food : Congee with Soup<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Since earlier this week, Sara seems a little bit bored of her usual meal. So, I decided to introduce her to congee with soup. Yum!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />My recipe is quite simple, really.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KtsmP4DanLMWd7e_3IY8VGnbeSe73XvSzXyj-yKueJ0trVRDi0-L-W5jkwEpe0M8cANtd2P5kTlMNxikaP6Vnk_SNdZFR7uRzZhmmCG1WxR7JH_PsPpqT7TOD7TGVXfs_J5DTSCPSoI/s1600-h/congee+with+soup.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KtsmP4DanLMWd7e_3IY8VGnbeSe73XvSzXyj-yKueJ0trVRDi0-L-W5jkwEpe0M8cANtd2P5kTlMNxikaP6Vnk_SNdZFR7uRzZhmmCG1WxR7JH_PsPpqT7TOD7TGVXfs_J5DTSCPSoI/s400/congee+with+soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399397831969572834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 small shallot</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />1 small garlic</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2 cups of water</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />2 large pieces of poultry (chicken/meat/fish)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Approximately 2 tablespoon of veggies (carrots/potatos/spinach)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Approximately 1 tablespoon of celery</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />1 tablespoon of oil</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A teenie weenie bit of salt</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Heat the oil. Add the shallot and garlic and fry. Add water, wait to boil then add poultry and celery. I usually add the veggies when the soup is almost cooked to retain the nutrients. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Since Sara isn't teething yet, sometimes I'll blend the poultry and veggies with her congee. <br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" />pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-778579684562430212009-11-01T10:32:00.000+08:002009-11-01T10:32:00.148+08:00My current addiction ;)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I feel somewhat ashamed admitting this, but I am now officially an addict to this :</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSTuzcA2VVOOaZ0ce524qPMxIAoXGTsMA7CR-XzUsJxnL3yToPY12zAJCq_D8nU38_1V93ZqvCTsvNmxr1GsLe8zU1dwmoZKE-6SpiGvN-rxSkIDZByXSO4v3hTcrPJnwko0Nte3ypJE/s1600-h/cafe+world.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSTuzcA2VVOOaZ0ce524qPMxIAoXGTsMA7CR-XzUsJxnL3yToPY12zAJCq_D8nU38_1V93ZqvCTsvNmxr1GsLe8zU1dwmoZKE-6SpiGvN-rxSkIDZByXSO4v3hTcrPJnwko0Nte3ypJE/s320/cafe+world.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398587713620813746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been a long time dream for me to own a cute little cafe (because I like cooking cafe meals). <span style="font-style: italic;">Tak dapat own yang real pun, virtual pun jadilah ;)</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-36900267812643697042009-10-31T09:05:00.001+08:002009-10-31T09:05:00.478+08:00Papadom rocks!!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last Wednesday night, my sister, hubby and I went to watch the much talked about Papadom. And I have to say that it does live up to its reputation.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAatjbqBWHOLfM1yCNgGMhMEbAEEUHGO0j0Rja4aDARAucjIJu8jtHe9qBTqg7qR-yqx70MBJlTx3pVq6VPrMBfbBKYRLKxKA8ikVsifkJa-6BGgRJXKwjuT3Zi_rdYralddLfUNIBIcM/s1600-h/poster_papadom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAatjbqBWHOLfM1yCNgGMhMEbAEEUHGO0j0Rja4aDARAucjIJu8jtHe9qBTqg7qR-yqx70MBJlTx3pVq6VPrMBfbBKYRLKxKA8ikVsifkJa-6BGgRJXKwjuT3Zi_rdYralddLfUNIBIcM/s320/poster_papadom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398196070080004018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Personally, I think it is Afdlin's best movie yet. The father-daughter relationship is so heartwarming to see. The comedy scenes were also refreshing to watch, there were no slapstick jokes thrown around. Even Harun Salim Bachik who is known for his somewhat slapstick jokes manage to tone down his usual spirit to more suit the humour in this movie.<br /><br />Norkhiriah, as always was wonderful. Vanida looks sooooo beautiful and I think no other actress could have played the character Miasara better than Liyana Jasmay. Sure, she can seem precocious and a bit pretentious at times but hey, it works with the character.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I also love Que Haidar in this movie and I think he has potential to become a very good comedy actor. One more thing worth mentioning is Mia's bestfriend, Yvonne. I think Chelsia Ng is a great actress who is greatly under-estimated by lots of people. Farid Kamil and Scha were good, but that is to be expected.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I would have like to see more of their relationship while Mia is growing up. For example, the first time Mia got her period. That would have add more depth to their relationship, I think. I would also like to see more of Mia's friendship with Yvonne and maybe more information on Saadom's and Mia's extended family. A Nenek or Opah would be nice to see ;)<br /><br />I was switching from laughing and crying throughout the movie. Overall, I think this movie is on a different league than all movies in Malaysia, no wonder they bagged all the major awards in FFM. Papadom rocks!! and as <a href="http://afdlinshauki.blogspot.com/">he</a> said, Power to the people ;) </span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-34726171797637852452009-10-30T08:33:00.002+08:002009-10-30T08:45:16.406+08:00She Crawls!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzn_3hswPy45b_WEq6gzm25wlp8yAh8lYLsGwU8GQZtc4TyU2PtyKV0wtrRpevDyjiV5DnWbaaCbeY6Qz5yDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Yeay!!</span><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-72009188539335366392009-10-29T12:38:00.000+08:002009-10-28T16:22:13.260+08:00Bibik - extra help or extra work?<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have heard soooo many talks about having a bibik (maid) in the house. Some agrees that its good having an extra set of hands around, some argues that teaching the maid to be competent is a hard task on its own. Honestly, if it was up to me, I am somewhat reluctant to have a maid living in the house (<span style="font-style: italic;">macamla rajin sangat ;p</span>). But, one look at my mom's exhausted face every time we reach home after work convinced me that we do need a maid to help her around the house.<br /><br />We have gotten our maid for two weeks now, and she's like God's gift from heaven. The first day she came, we gave her some time to adjust but already she insisted on cleaning every room. Heh! The next day, she vacuum and mop the entire house. Then, she clean every room and she does all the cleaning with an enthusiastic spirit, and the best thing is, we don't even have to ask!<br /><br />Of course, we paid quite a hefty sum to get her, but I'm glad to say that each cent is well spent. Even Sara can get along with her (and we all know that Sara hates strangers!). She's also a fast learner, for example, she caught us ALWAYS talking to Sara in simple English instead of Malay, so the first time I left Sara and bibik alone (I was actually spying from upstairs), I caught her playing with Sara and singing twinkle-twinkle, brother john and when Sara started crying, she would soothe her and say, "Sara, don't cry...come, we see bird" and carry Sara to the backyard to hear the birds chirping.<br /><br />Okay, I know it has only been two weeks and she is still on her best behaviour but I believe she is sincere and again, thank God we have her. Having said that, until now, we haven't left her alone with Sara in the house. I guess I'm not ready to do that just yet.<br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-60237588714194910252009-10-27T09:32:00.004+08:002009-10-28T11:41:58.263+08:00Happy Birthday to me!!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">PhatMoMMy has turned 29. One more year to the dreaded three-oh. Overall, I think I am where I want to be in life, hmmm, lets see...on my checklist:</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a husband (checked!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at least one baby (checked!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a stable job </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(checked!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a house </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(checked!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a car of my own </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(checked!)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a whole lot of money to spend - this, I'll have to postpone until I'm forty :(</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />My mom told me that out of us three siblings, I was the only one who never missed out on a birthday celebration from I was one year old until I finished primary school. After that, since I was in boarding school, we only celebrate my birthday if I'm back at home. Back then, each and every celebration was special. A must. But now, as I grew older (erk!) there are more important things in life than having a big party for my birthday.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />This year's birthday is extra special for me because I am now a mommy. I don't care about presents anymore, I have the greatest gift in the world :)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju08X6VM-PGXaoY-bEmYHOuPzx2F8HOYCS_FwuMr9fFe3eDshSWZ0FXsD1UZvTFzsm1qYZ5ODWcoRDtbpm0i8DlR2xRl7DXqDXIfxn1uDMtv7dtLvE6a8ArreWxm7clqIjZG-XhATEApU/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju08X6VM-PGXaoY-bEmYHOuPzx2F8HOYCS_FwuMr9fFe3eDshSWZ0FXsD1UZvTFzsm1qYZ5ODWcoRDtbpm0i8DlR2xRl7DXqDXIfxn1uDMtv7dtLvE6a8ArreWxm7clqIjZG-XhATEApU/s320/DSC02029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397490507739180146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Happy Birthday Mommy - she says with fingers crossed...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hmm...now what does that suppose to mean?? :)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-3170784180755260052009-10-23T16:02:00.004+08:002009-10-27T09:30:17.888+08:00My Idea of a perfect Friday's long lunch break<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hanging out with two of my most wonderful girlfriends. We usually go out in quartet (me, <a href="http://arydilla.blogspot.com/">Mama Idraki</a> and <a href="http://mylifecanvas.wordpress.com/">mummy-to-be</a>), but <a href="http://mummyndaddytobe.blogspot.com/">Mummy Allysha</a> is still in confinement.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8Dn60bBxdRRfN5u-G0ObQb6iX9-rBw7Kf5EzCYz0xMjW5jBLxx0v9Zs-Fx2Nlut4fETi4WEd6sRPbA5LkSBjJcSZmlFDWsidsXeXIJbjFHnyeIauWnt0U43wPOyY3i02b7J_VHdMdz4/s1600-h/IMG_0363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8Dn60bBxdRRfN5u-G0ObQb6iX9-rBw7Kf5EzCYz0xMjW5jBLxx0v9Zs-Fx2Nlut4fETi4WEd6sRPbA5LkSBjJcSZmlFDWsidsXeXIJbjFHnyeIauWnt0U43wPOyY3i02b7J_VHdMdz4/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397084475485086882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsMcvtQPyp3EZByJlaukDQ0BnX449uvniQCGvYTwPBQ6MGAQHqNbEVHdEzX0hjn_ZqpDlUN_3nqSCDtGqHpIi2Wcmj_1F0WJNXUB946y1SO2FJfjmctTLfqK8AdnXN4XfgBiV0AJpo78/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsMcvtQPyp3EZByJlaukDQ0BnX449uvniQCGvYTwPBQ6MGAQHqNbEVHdEzX0hjn_ZqpDlUN_3nqSCDtGqHpIi2Wcmj_1F0WJNXUB946y1SO2FJfjmctTLfqK8AdnXN4XfgBiV0AJpo78/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397084470087823266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Friday, we will have 2 1/2 hour lunch break (one of the beauty working for the Government). We will spend our time with window shopping, catching up on gossips, eating good food but mostly just talk. Girl talk. A pouring-your-heart-out *read : whining* session (mostly done by yours truly ;p)<br /><br />I don't know about them, but I treasure our Friday getaway and I look forward to next Friday and the next one after that. Girls, you bring spice to my mundane life and thank you for lending your ears to my emotional outbursts every now and then.<br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-42548845275812466912009-10-19T23:17:00.004+08:002009-10-21T18:00:00.494+08:00Sara's update<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sara is now 9 months! She can now officially sit unassisted. So much so, the first thing she did when she wakes up is sit down and slap the wall, that gave us the fright of the day ;p<br /><br />We haven't been to the clinic for check-up so I don't know her current weight, but I think she's around 9ish kgs. Maybe she dropped a few pounds due to the food poisoning. All in all, she remains a happy baby. She's showing signs of crawling. She can get down to all fours but haven't quite grasp the moving concept yet. She'll remain on her hand and knees for 5 minutes than back to sitting down.<br /><br />Her hair got sooooo long, I've had people suggested that we cut 'em short. It hasn't reach the <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">masuk mata</span> stage yet, so I guess I'll leave it at that for the time being.<br /><br />She has learned lots of other things such as:<br /><br />"flying kiss" - she'll pucker her mouth (kiss) and put her hand on her mouth but haven't quite got the concept of "flying" yet.<br />"clean yourself" - she'll rub her hands all over her body as if she's soaping herself ;p<br />"who's the champion??" - she'll raise her hand (sometimes right hand, sometimes left)<br /><br />Now, we're teaching her twinkle-twinkle-little-star. I'll try to capture her video once she can do that. I know I always said this, but that little bum is growing up sooo rapidly. I'm so gonna miss cradling her like a baby. <br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-7423386202328955222009-10-19T14:13:00.003+08:002009-10-23T16:12:35.112+08:00The chronicle of food poisoning<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday (15 October 2009)</span> - Hubby text me saying that he has severe diarrhea coupled with nausea and light-headedness. I was worried, but he's a big boy, I'm sure he can take care of himself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday (16 October 2009)</span> - My little angel began to develop such symptoms. Her body felt warm, I thought she was feverish due to a little tooth that is beginning to show. However, during midnight, she began to puke her milk. Twice. I'm beginning to worry.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday (17 October 2009) </span>- I brought Sara to the clinic and it's confirmed that she also has food poisoning. On top of that, she also has a fever and a very bloated tummy. She pukes during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Her big round eyes lost their usual sparkle and I felt soooo powerless, I couldn't make her feel better.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunday (18 October 2009)</span> - Hubby is better. Sara is still puking, we've tried every remedy to help alleviate her bloating tummy but nothing gives. But, she begins to feel better as evening comes. HOWEVER, my dad and I begin to develop severe stomach ache. I feel like the pain is worse than contraction. Ha! We had diarrhea all night long and the pain was excruciating.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday (19 October 2009)</span> - Despite the pain, I still have to go to work since I have a few pending task. Tsk. Sara is getting better. Alhamdulillah.<br /><br />The doctor at the clinic told us that this food poisoning does not necessary means that the source is from the food Sara consume. It may also come from her bathe water (I suspect this is true, last week the water quality in Selangor was sooooo bad), her contact with person with same symptom (in my case, most probably from hubby ;p) or the toys and other things that she puts in her mouth (I very much doubt this, she seldom put things in her mouth).<br /><br />It's really heartbreaking to see my lil angel who loves to eat becomes somewhat afraid to eat, because if she eats, she'll just puke it back out. We really </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hope that this episode will never happen again in the future.</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-76873113267256002902009-10-11T11:20:00.001+08:002009-10-11T11:20:00.395+08:00Baby Food Intake Guide<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer : The below post is excerpt from "Panduan Pemakanan Sihat Untuk Bayi" prepared by Unit Pemakanan, Bahagian Kesihatan Awam, Jabatan Kesihatan Wilayah Persekutuan Kuala Lumpur. I'm merely putting it in my blog for mu future reference. God knows I'm a complete mess when it comes to keeping and organizing hard copies ;)<br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBDemAfrYmpVdUBCt9KtWL1pzVxxYYB0cebC0Qp6fxv3kNtrhrfn8wB2zdn4Xi2lib5GrjebFnUEqxD0a7pxUgEa4uDnPwSN90TAKT-OUcic3sN-t0zmqGR2KDUfxVL8-M16ed7kh1dM/s1600-h/table.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBDemAfrYmpVdUBCt9KtWL1pzVxxYYB0cebC0Qp6fxv3kNtrhrfn8wB2zdn4Xi2lib5GrjebFnUEqxD0a7pxUgEa4uDnPwSN90TAKT-OUcic3sN-t0zmqGR2KDUfxVL8-M16ed7kh1dM/s400/table.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390445138431264450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As a reminder, the guide also states that if you are breastfeeding, BM should be given first before each meal to encourange prolong breastfeeding. Other important facts in the guide are:<br /><br />1. A balance meal for babies should include four categories of food :- CARBS (cereal, rice), PROTEIN (fish, meat, chicken), FIBER (veggies, fruits) and FAT (butter, oil)<br /><br />2. You have to add oil, butter or any form of fat in your babies' food to increase the energy content in each food intake.<br /><br />3. Food texture has to be prepared according to the baby growth :- 6 months (blended food), 7-9 months (mashed food), 10-12 months (finely chopped food)<br /><br />4. The most important advice is "Make meal time = fun time for your baby". Do not force the baby to eat if he/she is not ready and doesn't want to.<br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-69826132631160265632009-10-10T11:00:00.002+08:002009-10-10T11:00:01.271+08:00Our Open House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC7237punYmZT6wl2dyh0OSTfNS8VciKJFhjL3XX9EPxPoa7No3K6eKWfDHiHIqTMLimAQIYIPyqhFZ61T9Z6dpUqe-J9eHSVJ3K1MPW6QnZ7hzODgheE33QZ8uhlBXlH5Mhz1MbPAsQ/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC7237punYmZT6wl2dyh0OSTfNS8VciKJFhjL3XX9EPxPoa7No3K6eKWfDHiHIqTMLimAQIYIPyqhFZ61T9Z6dpUqe-J9eHSVJ3K1MPW6QnZ7hzODgheE33QZ8uhlBXlH5Mhz1MbPAsQ/s320/DSC01981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390251705638877794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First of all, thank you to those who came to our open house last week. Second of all, sorry for those who came late and only have mee goreng and nasi himpit to eat. Third of all, sorry for those who didn't receive my invitation. Honestly, I'm quite forgetful these days and I forgot to post the invite on my facebook. Sorry guys.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Anyways, our open house was a blast. I mean, what's not to love? Good food + good company is always welcomed in my book. This year, we serve nasi minyak with ayam masak merah, acar and kuah dhal, nasi himpit with kuah kacang, konnyaku jelly, cupcakes (as picture above - made these myself), fruits and </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Grenadine Neanderthal (sirap la!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This year is also the first time our main dish is finished (tak cukup!) and not enough for all the guests. Just for my own personal record, there were 8X4 (32 cups) of rice, 7X14 (98 pieces) of chicken, 7 cucumber and 2 pineapple for the acar, 4X5 (20 packs of nasi himpit), 2 kgs of sugar (for the sirap), 150 cupcakes and konnyaku jellies. So, next year, if we plan to do the same, we should add at least for another 20 guests or so.<br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It was d*mn tiring not only because of all the home made cooking but because my beloved dad has this so-called policy regarding open house.<br /><br />1. "Kalau nak buat open house, masak sendiri. Kalau nak panggil katering, baik ajak kawan pegi makan kat kedai"<br />2. "Jangan nak guna pinggan polisterin. Buat apa beli pinggan mahal-mahal, banyak-banyak tu kalau tak nak guna"<br /><br />Since we don't have any helpers (maid/bibik) to clean the dishes, we end up doing everything ourselves. Which is why my little angel and dear hubby slept like a log ;)<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EiAbCd-3f_M8RycTdDMUh4htsJWfM86KtRIwkTleOIVg2NvcJtwjZ_vBG-3EVf0LDun4o2e2Qfs37lUoQ3tY6QDz8-1Wct8z22ODw9aUaY_cCHkmZ4huDL2y-N86l3pZuS3gIP_P1F0/s1600-h/DSC01977.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EiAbCd-3f_M8RycTdDMUh4htsJWfM86KtRIwkTleOIVg2NvcJtwjZ_vBG-3EVf0LDun4o2e2Qfs37lUoQ3tY6QDz8-1Wct8z22ODw9aUaY_cCHkmZ4huDL2y-N86l3pZuS3gIP_P1F0/s400/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388761194513356642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Penat gile, okeh...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-67563190266761443922009-10-09T10:00:00.000+08:002009-10-09T10:00:00.466+08:00Still standing<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">See Mommy, I can stand...bluekkk</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKlp-7qu7SAzFyaOuybMd0OHGA9aBjcVANKPN_3a65UKMQ25SRhMKMhIkOTTFRGhgu7at8dHfGr82Ye1rnuBlr5BBYlvhTuGjaV_Ks4xVHMNTJNWU6729B5WJ4-qIfpCe7q08lOJbdss/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKlp-7qu7SAzFyaOuybMd0OHGA9aBjcVANKPN_3a65UKMQ25SRhMKMhIkOTTFRGhgu7at8dHfGr82Ye1rnuBlr5BBYlvhTuGjaV_Ks4xVHMNTJNWU6729B5WJ4-qIfpCe7q08lOJbdss/s320/DSC01843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390246022375330994" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can even let go of my hands...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnpOSMZH-ow_x3mlU2yVwHc0gxcIkCyT3Qejf9ju2gzfSm9rNsTlyK7vW-iVxSCUsnzUD1maWixizsd4lKNZxB8ifrscQLt6netiCASlCJ783LTA9bpKYcpMkJatt5vys-ZmkYZmvzuA/s1600-h/DSC01847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnpOSMZH-ow_x3mlU2yVwHc0gxcIkCyT3Qejf9ju2gzfSm9rNsTlyK7vW-iVxSCUsnzUD1maWixizsd4lKNZxB8ifrscQLt6netiCASlCJ783LTA9bpKYcpMkJatt5vys-ZmkYZmvzuA/s320/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390246029391011986" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay, my legs are getting wobbly now...</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCBT0gjGMKvr-WBFIs9GC9i42sth1iRdvfoR6jbUFq0KgNPn8OqRUz8f4ggTvolbQfYVSH07P7R-znyZGKqkhro7GDxOuO6wDSOTNPqsXtXbuJIpem1XRrrDVv3AtC5xtXlNmcam-5hc/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCBT0gjGMKvr-WBFIs9GC9i42sth1iRdvfoR6jbUFq0KgNPn8OqRUz8f4ggTvolbQfYVSH07P7R-znyZGKqkhro7GDxOuO6wDSOTNPqsXtXbuJIpem1XRrrDVv3AtC5xtXlNmcam-5hc/s320/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390246036966379602" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mommy, I'm falling...catch me!!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0UJl5i6ZhuwCdbIxujHFEwBeGYZcRBUX4qMwk4CFb8TXvsvHBWfi4NTWu3L-FFi1WUFbq_tV8UhE5sdbBxm4QZ3y8vD82nSMnI_2zsH9iv2S3SBFIq5lfaw_HNWBPhNlhgxbUgtGgtc/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0UJl5i6ZhuwCdbIxujHFEwBeGYZcRBUX4qMwk4CFb8TXvsvHBWfi4NTWu3L-FFi1WUFbq_tV8UhE5sdbBxm4QZ3y8vD82nSMnI_2zsH9iv2S3SBFIq5lfaw_HNWBPhNlhgxbUgtGgtc/s320/DSC01845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390246049396596098" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yeah, she <span style="font-weight: bold;">STILL</span> can't stand on her own ;)</span></span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-29164810537462495842009-10-08T22:39:00.004+08:002009-10-08T22:55:44.517+08:00Mashed Potato with carrots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTGBpmo8La-cx0RGn88-neHdir7zyWU668Zr8CarK87GCuuHye8bJoCTOPuc4niIsWYiguaMpRO2UfcOQUK0mNLLz1a516EtSLe-B2w2yW1ZKiLpiqt2uqA1ZWZAzTxZf-RCm5W8GXk0/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTGBpmo8La-cx0RGn88-neHdir7zyWU668Zr8CarK87GCuuHye8bJoCTOPuc4niIsWYiguaMpRO2UfcOQUK0mNLLz1a516EtSLe-B2w2yW1ZKiLpiqt2uqA1ZWZAzTxZf-RCm5W8GXk0/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390240890483661410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Recently, I read a guide book by the Ministry of Health Malaysia on how to start feeding your baby and various baby food recipes. I tried one the other day and it was yummy (even Mommy likes it). Here's the recipe :<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1 medium-size potato</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1 small-size carrot<br />1 table spoon of butter<br />1 egg yolk (boiled)<br />A teenie weenie bit of salt</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Milk or hot water</span><br /><br />Just boil the potato and carrot (skin the potato after boiling, helps preserve the nutrition in it). Add everything else and mash with fork. In my case, I'm too lazy to mash everything so I just blend everything together (I did try to mash them but the mashed version comes off too grainy)<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZZLAHfwlfNQl_ZP_6Nk54arFOW7_906dXngk2_99k7zDZ03lLDpVRLtGv0RlIkSlxGYi8PuwSKxjNogVru4p7DAYKulMpnUXZA5eHG6vxQvRs_Az7yri8_XixrOUMuUw_rdYV6q5N_o/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZZLAHfwlfNQl_ZP_6Nk54arFOW7_906dXngk2_99k7zDZ03lLDpVRLtGv0RlIkSlxGYi8PuwSKxjNogVru4p7DAYKulMpnUXZA5eHG6vxQvRs_Az7yri8_XixrOUMuUw_rdYV6q5N_o/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390242057335467506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwb2pBGmkEqGgpcVYRDc_la3lOfQ_7z48tn2C5zo1kWfJ20XkEVhgkGMJ6y9SPlgNoAiID6NLv97h9GmbUzxDqwoiVp5knWd1L5Id00YKzRarddui2QEjG5vh-bZxs9OQs6I9QoTN4TY/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwb2pBGmkEqGgpcVYRDc_la3lOfQ_7z48tn2C5zo1kWfJ20XkEVhgkGMJ6y9SPlgNoAiID6NLv97h9GmbUzxDqwoiVp5knWd1L5Id00YKzRarddui2QEjG5vh-bZxs9OQs6I9QoTN4TY/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390242063591609586" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As for eggs, I know that some medical opinion said that you shouldn't be feeding eggs to babies below 1 year old. HOWEVER, the doctor at the clinic told me that it actually would be wise to start feeding your baby egg yolk at 8 months old. This is because at 1 year old, the baby will receive an injection which consists of egg yolk to determine whether the baby is allergic to eggs. However, at one year old, the baby could be eating lots of other stuffs so it would be hard to know whether the baby is actually allergic to eggs or other stuff that he/she has eaten.<br /><br />For me, I'm inclined to believe that explanation. I have been slowly putting egg yolks in Sara's porridge and so far, she appears okay with it.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Alhamdulillah.</span><br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-15216869818119569622009-10-07T13:33:00.006+08:002009-10-08T23:39:04.360+08:00My current TV addiction<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GsMFmWT006R0QJN68UeZuH9J16OsTBwBXcTGtYcLaKKAaBy9NPUMOh_S_ZAfmeiFZ4VS0VL86hBgzCr38UGOGDPHtbeY1TqzpZaP4GA42mzq1jCqET3zwtsm_VJe-i0zY-84Ax7jcZ0/s1600-h/trueblood_poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GsMFmWT006R0QJN68UeZuH9J16OsTBwBXcTGtYcLaKKAaBy9NPUMOh_S_ZAfmeiFZ4VS0VL86hBgzCr38UGOGDPHtbeY1TqzpZaP4GA42mzq1jCqET3zwtsm_VJe-i0zY-84Ax7jcZ0/s400/trueblood_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389735620392865314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am so into True Blood right now. I just love the whole complexity and manipulation of each and every character. For those close to me, they know that I can watch TV like nobody's business. I can watch soap dramas, Korean and Japanese series, cartoons, anime, reality tv series and the list just goes on and on...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />My favourite TV series are Grey's Anatomy, The Amazing Race and True Blood. I don't foresee any major problems with Grey's and TAR, but True Blood is somewhat a heavy drama with lots of gory scenes (something that I doubt any good parents will approve)<br /><br />Its true what they say, becoming a mommy comes with certain sacrifies. I mean, I will gladly trade watching True Blood with The Wiggles if it means I never have to answer questions like "Mommy, why is that man biting into that woman's neck" from my little angel's mouth ;p<br /></span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-48812993331957421182009-10-06T15:24:00.004+08:002009-10-06T15:55:15.257+08:00Clingy Sara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsCuS-18Hupn21ACl8gNvp3N-FSw6imjNyUuTePcDYUtEapi-RmpDyxXazDtatOnHGFwO7ZOOMpXY2t7xt2c-kYROd3UzHy-pCY8wd7XmxYanX9oIBWGlmUT4OwHVeo854tHvVvYf8o0/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsCuS-18Hupn21ACl8gNvp3N-FSw6imjNyUuTePcDYUtEapi-RmpDyxXazDtatOnHGFwO7ZOOMpXY2t7xt2c-kYROd3UzHy-pCY8wd7XmxYanX9oIBWGlmUT4OwHVeo854tHvVvYf8o0/s400/Picture+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388759133932471186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My Sara is now at a separation anxiety phase. She'll cry on stranger's arm. She cried when we were back in Kuantan for Raya. She even cried on her babysitter's arm. Perhaps it was because she now lives with Nenek and the familiar faces she sees everyday is only Mommy, Babah, Atuk and Cik Ngah.<br /><br />During Raya, I have to hold her all the time. See the above pic, she's crying because I am the one taking the pic and she wanted her Mommy. I'm not complaining though, I just feel sort of guilty towards her Mak Tok and hubby's family. I read somewhere that this separation anxiety phase will last until she is one year old. </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't tell anyone but I'm secretly loving it though :) <span style="font-style: italic;">(helps me to avoid doing household chores. Haha)</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />These last few days, Sara is obsessive with her Atuk. She'll cry every morning when Atuk goes to work and her face lits up every evening Atuk came home. She even cries when we try to take her off Atuk's arm. She's so lucky she has that gorgeous, huge, sparkling eyes that can melt your heart.<br /><br />On another note, she can now wave bye-bye, make aeroplane sound and scrunching her nose if we say "bad smell". She also still remembers to clap her hands EVERYTIME we sing pok amai-amai, and pat her chest when we ask "where is adlyna qaisara?" BUT she no longer dance to sounds of music. As for her physical development:<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">can she crawl? NO. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">can she hold on to something and try to stand? NO. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">can she hold her own milk bottle? NO. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">yeah, she's a lazybum ;p</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-60558996555952780502009-10-04T21:53:00.005+08:002009-10-09T16:22:28.161+08:00Sara's prominent features<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Everywhere we go, the thing that people would comment about my little angel is usually :</span> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Her mop of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >thick, black </span><span style="font-size:100%;">hair</span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSaVkqXlRSSPbzf5EkM5CVqIB9uPynkf4UjJ4Uh2LV7gXOR4mcmE8pLBSu97VeH-tG-Wxsk3ZmT6MqnHEBySbR3BGglC8IdRomY0slvQhwSC8qjx_B91BT9wtyf9_BVk9qjOaTOun32E/s1600-h/sara+mohawk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSaVkqXlRSSPbzf5EkM5CVqIB9uPynkf4UjJ4Uh2LV7gXOR4mcmE8pLBSu97VeH-tG-Wxsk3ZmT6MqnHEBySbR3BGglC8IdRomY0slvQhwSC8qjx_B91BT9wtyf9_BVk9qjOaTOun32E/s400/sara+mohawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388745059986678034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />and</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Her </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >big round</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> eyes</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >:)</span> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_X2G1o-ZaKWbQK2EqomazmkWH-dGoDd3Z7rle17IhPRzhKZaDQ0Qcj87KQ9g4ro8MOFjr7VuQG3RR0hgXZSofye18-kAiYWFlvJWDgSoYpNoDL0dmDNxLbjwgLw90oHZS0jPZ9YEbLo/s1600-h/sara+bulat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_X2G1o-ZaKWbQK2EqomazmkWH-dGoDd3Z7rle17IhPRzhKZaDQ0Qcj87KQ9g4ro8MOFjr7VuQG3RR0hgXZSofye18-kAiYWFlvJWDgSoYpNoDL0dmDNxLbjwgLw90oHZS0jPZ9YEbLo/s400/sara+bulat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388745062205227106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and, do I have a specific thing that I did during pregnancy to ensure she have those features?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yup, I did. </span><br /><br /><br />I just watch <span style="font-weight: bold;">a lot </span>of anime. Heh.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcGEy1EYPJNJM0Gaek0mHFMVoEan5GSmrsmqoRyA2AC0e8KZ_cegIE2K_RgmuSEpanu-HMYIoyKHp34DpoGeab6heTqFDqSMESyFaMeDkpYmIG-CPoB-QDawS-_h7Lnf_UpCFUTzJDVM/s1600-h/naruto_sasuke0406.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtcGEy1EYPJNJM0Gaek0mHFMVoEan5GSmrsmqoRyA2AC0e8KZ_cegIE2K_RgmuSEpanu-HMYIoyKHp34DpoGeab6heTqFDqSMESyFaMeDkpYmIG-CPoB-QDawS-_h7Lnf_UpCFUTzJDVM/s400/naruto_sasuke0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388746915859637426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">See that mohawk black hair and big eyes? Hihi...(Mommy *heart* Sasuke-kun, eventhough he became a baddie ;P)</span><br /></span></span></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-48639626228389977022009-09-28T08:41:00.004+08:002009-10-09T16:18:49.839+08:00Don't look back in anger...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Remember <a href="http://yantiedie.blogspot.com/2009/08/proof-of-maturity-and-calmness-p.html">this post</a>? Well, my patience was certainly tested the other day. So, I wrote an SMS to dear Mr M<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Salam En. M, it has come to my attention that you are apparently dissatisfied with the fact that I went back early from PD. Sila ambil maklum bahawa saya ke sana untuk menggantikan En. A yang cuma boleh hadir pada hari ini. Harap maklum"<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">background story :</span><br />As most of you know, I am working for the Government. I do not always agree with what I have to do, with the policies and whatnot but I do sincerely believe what I am doing right now, is for the greater good. I believe that in some miniscule way, I play a part in ensuring our nation's sovereignty is intact.<br /><br />Eventhough I am not particularly fond of my "demanding" boss, what makes me love the place I'm working right now is my colleague. In fact, I would go as far as calling them my comrades. In my section, we have the <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">smart, hardworking and fun soon-to-be <span style="font-weight: bold;">momma</span></span>, the<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> sisterly, bright and experienced <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mrs H</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>and the <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">superbly cool dude <span style="font-weight: bold;">Mr. A</span></span> along with highly cooperative, sweet and helpful staffs. I love all the people in other sections as well. We got along really well, we can discuss about anything and divide our work equally (or so we thought).<br /><br />I have a very high respect for all my colleagues, I am sometimes in awe of how they can maintain their cool facade when faced with all sorts of nonsensical things. So, when we are burdened with the task of organizing a workshop on the fifth day of Raya, everyone is hesitant at first, but hey, its <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">people first, performance now</span> so we roll up our sleeve and just do it. Our section was in charge of logistics, so we have to be there through out the workshop. <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Mr A</span> had already went back to his faraway kampung and since this the first time <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">momma</span> celebrates Raya with her hubby and bun in the oven, I thought I'd give them a chance and offered to be there on the first day. <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Mrs H</span> also offered to be there on the first day and Mr A would take over the next day. So, between us (in our section) it's pretty much settled.<br /><br />On the first day, Mrs H and me arrived early and facilitate in whatever way we can to ensure the smoothness of the program. True to her nature, momma also came along (since she's the one who is actually in-charge of the whole thing) and took care of the whole thing. Bless her :) We had fun there, we brought our families along, Sara got to see the beach, all was good.<br /><br />On the second day, I had to go back after breakfast since hubby was working and Mr A will be arriving. All was still good, nobody complaint about anything so I went back. In the car, I received an SMS saying that Mr M is questioning the fact that I went back early. Mr M? Questioning me and my ethics? <span style="font-style: italic;">Err, bitter much</span>? He was my dear friend, in fact we were in one group during DPA. The fact that he was questioning me AND ridiculing me behind my back pisses me off soooooo much. He said that everybody have their own problems, what gives me the right to go back early. He even said that if my hubby has to work that day, why did I brought him along...I was fuming with anger, smokes are emitting from my nose.<br /><br />So, I wrote the SMS above to him. And did he at least have the courtesy to reply that SMS? NO!!!! I know its Raya and all, month to forgive and forget....NOT!<br /><br />* edited to omit a few words that I think is inappropriate for my lil angel to use (Mommy has to stop using bad words..hehe)<br /></span></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-50365391879575467572009-09-22T21:18:00.002+08:002009-09-22T21:22:07.012+08:00Selamat Hari Raya<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hi everyone, although its a little late, we'd still like to wish everyone a very happy Hari Raya and as usual, maaf zahir batin...hope everybody enjoys their holidays :)</span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskgGHooz78U2tsaJ6x9MYYMBHvrJgGCWNBYfH8n8OezrR8DBSmUwQQNs7rW8jPCWpvVYVyufdeu9CWHCQ0HeDN7KrOBkxQnxu0wdnNBdXOFR0jhikbSleqwoLjKGe5ufhHOLOnU_CqYc/s1600-h/CIMG1061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskgGHooz78U2tsaJ6x9MYYMBHvrJgGCWNBYfH8n8OezrR8DBSmUwQQNs7rW8jPCWpvVYVyufdeu9CWHCQ0HeDN7KrOBkxQnxu0wdnNBdXOFR0jhikbSleqwoLjKGe5ufhHOLOnU_CqYc/s400/CIMG1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384281314818041970" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042069069336960064.post-12590129026548070582009-09-15T06:14:00.006+08:002009-09-15T09:54:26.751+08:00Where is Adlyna Qaisara?<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wow. Sara is now officially 8 months (well, 8 months and 4 days to be exact). <span style="font-style: italic;">How time flies *sigh*</span>. And her newest and most recent habits are:<br /><br />1) She loves sticking out her tongue. In fact, she can copy any sound we make using her lips and tongue i.e the kissing sound, the hissing sound.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0a1iezi0xz9ZqKz1tcMTvAhz_K_B7kgS2wHRvZWO5FWW_G7C27sCVt-g6l7GFre-SrB_Wl-PgcpXGtbbU7GudxW3JOo6xyaTHA-oIUdv0lbXe0oam9IrXYMN-D9_wRHFYeNM54adLig/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0a1iezi0xz9ZqKz1tcMTvAhz_K_B7kgS2wHRvZWO5FWW_G7C27sCVt-g6l7GFre-SrB_Wl-PgcpXGtbbU7GudxW3JOo6xyaTHA-oIUdv0lbXe0oam9IrXYMN-D9_wRHFYeNM54adLig/s200/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381500287837480962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">2) She still loves her bath time. And now, she can sit in her tub. She loves splashing the water and get Mommy all wet.<br />3) She still loves to eat and still NEVER spat out her food. Gotta love her for that :)<br />4) She still cries when left alone - <span style="font-style: italic;">budak manja</span><br />5) She can sit unassisted BUT only when somebody propped her into sitting position. She can't bring herself from all fours to sitting YET.<br />6) She still doesn't crawl or move forward or backward. Seems like her development is more on the mental side rather than the physical side<br />7) She looovvveeessss to dance (by dance, I mean rocking back and forth) to music Nenek or mommy makes. Haha.<br />8) She knows aeroplane, cats and birds. She will look up if we say "Sara, look at aeroplane" or "Sara, bird.." and she'll look down underneath the car if we say "Sara, where's the cat?" (the cat always sleeps under the car).<br /><br />and <span style="font-weight: bold;">the most cutest thing</span> of all is when we ask her "Where is Adlyna Qaisara?" she will proudly pat her chest as if to say "I am Adlyna Qaisara". It's beyond cuteness, I tell ya... Check out the video below :)</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzHze8mBTAjguUrB2YQ5xyeKS4ysq8cs3ARio1EKNYmQiupeRCNp4pKibb1HS3XjF47djDxLLpTviGdL-s6SQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">sorry for the tilt-your-head video, mommy is not very good at using camera ;p</span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwbHYDKcufCK1ktnpsTgvj0ZnfZ3HUBcrP08z3fbbMzI6Nhlwe0DZpXE4In31wQfzAe3avbteEL6SXRdHo88g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/113/36ADFAD35EBB486679904227C552BD8B.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>pHatMuMMyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05425626059540147962noreply@blogger.com2