Saturday, December 24, 2005

Starting Over

***This was my first post in efx2blogs***

Arrrgggghhh!!! WHAT???!!! Another modblog downtime??!!

I don't know if this urge to move was triggered by the recent closure of two blogs that I frequent to, but ever since modblog started becoming inaccessible several times in the past, I have started to take precautions -- making sure my entries were backed up often and setting up a contingency blog elsewhere.

When modblog came back online on November 15th, I secretly hoped that it would be for good. I missed the community as much as I missed my pretty layout.

But today, modblog has disappointed me again.

It is time to say, "I've had enough!!"-lah.

It is time to start over...

Friday, December 23, 2005

Houston, We Have a Problem

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Repeat After Me

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*points to a flying bird outside window*
Aidiin! Look, bird!
bik bik bik! *claps*

*points to an aeroplane in the picture book*
A e r o p l a n e!
aaaapppei!! *points too and claps*

Ka-kak! (sister)
aaaa-taakk! *grins and displays frontal teeth - a total of seven and a half teeth altogether*

*points to lamp*

*points to famyBoy walking to the bathroom*
note: this was perfectly spoken, correct intonation, pitching langsung tak lari and all.

Hmmmm... what else?

*points to Sofea's soft toy, Zack the Cat*
C A T!!
tatt!! tatt!! *claps and giggles*

*beams with anticipation*

*blank stare*
I-bu!!! Aidiin? Say I-bu!!!
aaa-yah! *innocent look*

aaa-yah! *innocent look*

No sayang, say Eeeee-boooo!!
aaa-yah! *innocent look*

Eeeee-boooo!-lah... *hmmmpphh budak ini*

aaa-yah! aaa-yah! aaa-yah! aaa-yaaaahh! *claps claps claps*


We'll try again next time okay?

aaa-yah! aaa-yah! aaa-yah! aaa-yaaaahh! *claps claps claps and runs off happily*


Monday, December 19, 2005


This time I did not forget my camera... heh heh.

Malaysian Modbloggers' 3rd Gathering - FRIM - December 18, 2005

When we arrived at FRIM, the weather was just nice, not too humid, not too hot, not too sunny-bright... a bit on the cloudy side but what mattered the most was it was quite cooling for 11:30ish AM coming noon. My sis-in-law kiutmiut and elisataufik brought tikar mengkuang (screwpine mats) while berrybear brought his sleeping bag. We chose a fairly clean and flat area, with a few kerenggas (they are called fire ants, no?) here and there, and big shady trees all around as our picnic spot. Once the mats were laid, the food was taken out and everyone (who did not have a baby to carry or a toddler to chase after) started eating immediately.

mmmm... yum yum yum

Can I have some Mamee Monster, please? Pretty please?

The kids ran off exploring, while the adults chatted, laughed at bertique's kambing (goat) stories and ate. Despite not having a ball to play with or a frisbee to toss around (we should definitely remember to bring these next time-lah), the kids managed to keep themselves entertained throughout. Sofea and Anis played 'fishing' using a long twig as a fishing rod. Then Sofea and Ihsan ran around in circles, behind trees, over the tree-stump... very the Bollywood, I must say. Bear and his honeybunch diah practiced being parents kept themselves occupied by keeping one of kiutmiut's twins (the baby girl) amused. The other twin was mostly in deep sleep throughout the picnic, oblivious to his surroundings.

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

We didn't go to the waterfalls because we were too lazy to walk there because it suddenly started to rain, although not pouring heavily. Raindrops were still thingys of concern when you have two 3-month-old babies, a toddler, four kids and a pregnant Bonda around. Moms with babies/kids ran to their respective cars while the men helped to load the other stuff into the respective car boots. The short but sweet gathering ended rather abruptly but not without everyone agreeing to a last convoy to drive around the area, to enjoy the beauty and serenity of the preserved forest, far from the busyness and chaos of city life.


Y'know, this may sound corny, but after meeting, bonding, sharing and laughing with the same people for three consecutive get-togethers, these people have started to feel like family (apart from kiutmiut who *is* family), and not just members of a blog community.

Saya sayang kamu, tau!!!

Friday, December 16, 2005

One Glittery Night

"We have a kenduri kahwin (wedding) to attend this Saturday, tau!", he said.

I was informed about this on Thursday evening. Ok, biasalah tu. In my head I was already thinking of what my mom would ask for upah to babysit my kids since she and my dad would have to compensate their afternoon nap to entertain the kids while we attend this kenduri.

What my Mr Darling failed to disclose earlier was:
- it is a wedding DINNER at the PWTC
- where there will be many VIPs (as the bride is a daughter of a Datuk)
- and among the VIPs are the Agong and Permaisuri (King and Queen) themselves!

Oh no Oh no Oh no!!! What to wear?? What to wear?? Typical wardrobe-panic attack.

When in doubt (especially when budget is limited and I could not afford to buy a spanking new outfit), I learnt that it is best to go for a plain, formal conservative color -- so I chose my brown satin abaya, worn over a black camisole-dress thingy, with a black lip-lap-merlip-merlip tudung (glittery, sequined shawl/scarf) to match. Some may think it is a bit too simple for a big event, but comfort was my priority, so I think I made a wise selection. I could've donned my embroided baju kurung from Raya (to play safe) but I didn't want to blend in too much now, do I? Hot gucci mama musti maintain vogue, no? hee hee hee. famyBoy wore his gold Batik shirt, and I think it was quite a good sedondon match.

I initially thought the ceremony was in the PWTC building itself, but as it turned out it was held across from the building, across the river, at the big area where they had the KL autoshow a couple months back. I had to walk a good 15 minutes from the carpark, in high heels some more. Aduh! My poor feet. But I was quickly awed-mesmerized to see the place beautifully decorated to resemble a hotel ballroom. One would not even think about the warehouse-like original setting where the auto show was held previously. If I had my camera with me that night I would be snapping away like a jakun. The theme color for the event was turqoise-blue and white, that even our drinks (which tasted like lime) was turqoise-blue in color.

The bride and groom, dressed in turqoisey blue attires, both looked lovely and happy, but I can imagine how exhausted they must feel. I have 'been there done that', and although all you were expected to do was sit and smile and look pretty throughout, believe me it was still a very tiring task. I later found out from the slide show presentation they had about the bride and groom's childhood prior to their courting days that the bride is a cousin of one of the lady ministers in the government. Ohh... patutlah...

The VIPs arrived pretty much on time, and the King and Queen too, and other Datuks and Datins. We still had to wait until they were seated at their VIP seats and until the merenjis ceremony was over before being allowed to starting to indulge in the food.

The food was delicious and the guys at our table asked for second helpings, my guy included. At the main table, the bride and groom had to be seated separately since the King and Queen were seated in the middle. Kesian Raja Sehari takleh main suap-suap manja.

Entertainment-wise, there were live singing and music performances by the PDRM Combo. One of the emcees for the night was that lady in Majalah Tiga (what was her name? Azlina?). There was also this guy who performed music pieces using the angklung (an instrument made of bamboo) which I thought was pretty cool.

Finally it was time to leave, and of course following the protocol, the VIPs get to leave the place first before us commoners. People were starting to make their way to the back door (exit) so naturally famyBoy and I followed. I tried my best to identify who's who while trying catch a glimpse of the passing VIPs. Errr... actually kan, I was looking at the (sure mahal giler) lovely attires the Datins were wearing and their accessories (yes, the jewellery!), and the glitter-glitter purses that they were carrying. Good thing I didn't bring my huge makcik handbag along.

We were then ushered to stand closer to close the gaps, then people started pushing and pushing, and whaddayaknow I ended up being in the front row of bystanders near the red carpet. I must've blushed like a little girl when the King passed by and shook my hand, followed by the Queen, who ended up shaking my hand too. *cheap thrill*

I wish I wish I wish I had pictures as proof to share. Oh well... I guess you'd just have to take my word now, dontcha?

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Daulat Tuanku

The one time I had the opportunity to rub shoulders bersalam-salaman (shake hands) with The King and Queen... and I did not have a camera.

*slaps self on the forehead*

Luckily I have photographic memory. Yayy me.

Monday, December 12, 2005

In Sickness and In Health

You'd think I'd be enthusiastically updating my other blog now that MB is semi-stable... 'semi' because although my preeeeetty layout is back (woo hoooo!!!) I think the statistics counter is still going cuckoo. Ms. Nectar noticed this too.

Anyways, the reason I have not been updating and visiting my blogger buddies as I would normally do is, simply put, because I am busy. Lame-kah reason ini? Ya, memang lame. But I kid you not. I have been very occupied, with life, inside and outside of work.

If only you knew how much I itched to blog (and to procrastinate)... *sigh*

It started with Aidiin getting sick the previous weekend, having similar symptoms as gartblue's kids, i.e. throwing up like nobody's business. Nothing stayed in, not even water. And what made it worst was he also had diarrhea. You could say he was purging, from 'up' and 'down', the whole time. I had to take emergency leave to take care of him at home till he recovered.

To make sick matters sicker, I was not feeling well myself, with the sniffles and the coughing and the sore throat (which for some reason became aggravated during night time), but fortunately I was not puking all the time.

Later in the week, Sofea fell sick too, exhibiting similar symptoms as her brother, only that she had very high fever as well. At the same time, there was this biiiiig, high-profile issue at work, one that involved top-level management (and their bosses), hourly conference calls, exchanging of nasty comments and/or accusations, through emails and otherwise.

Arrrghhhh!! On the one hand, I had a sick daughter who needed my TLC. On another, there were meetings that required 'verbal bullet-proof jackets' that needed my participation. The timing could not be more wrong.


I chose my daughter's well-being over work matters. As hesitant as I was, I had to ask for another day away from the office, so my trustworthy colleague had to fight the (still ongoing) battle on his own.

And that is why my blog-related activities dan aktiviti-aktiviti lain yang sewaktu dengannya had to be put on hold.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

(Trying to) Leave the Past Behind

Hmmm... I didn't expect to be here for this long, but a girl's gotta blog-kan, so I decided to scrap the need to torture meself, waiting and waiting... for a future that's so very the uncertain. I'm still a teeny bit hopeful but oh well.

I figured I might as well try to make myself comfortable... feel more at home, so to speak. God knows how long I'm going to be here.

A very special thank you to Ms Talented Layout Designer. Who else can come up with such an eye-catchingly sweet yet simple design in such short notice? *wink*

Dan bunga-bunga cinta kini mekar kembali... hee hee hee.

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

How Do You Define Hardheaded? defines hardheaded as:
1. Stubborn; willful.
2. Realistic; pragmatic.

My definition, based on a recent experience, is slightly different...

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Look at me! Look at me! I can drive! Vrooooom, vrooooommm!!

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Jump! Jump! Jump! Woo hooooo!!!

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Jump! Jump! Jump! Ooooopppss!! Ouch!

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C-R-A-C-K !!!!

Now that's what I call hardheaded... literally!! 


Errr.. before y'all start becoming judgmental and criticize me for being a bad, bad Ibu for making this all sound like a big joke, let me write this 'lil Disclaimer...

No injury or bleeding or bump was discovered on Aidiin's head after the accident. He was as active and happy as he was before it all happened. In fact, we were more in shock compared to him.

The only actual damages were:
- a soon-to-be big hole in Ayah's wallet to replace the broken windshield with a new one
- Ibu's paranoia as she kept checking and checking for a huge bump or some trickling of blood on Aidiin's head, which annoyed Aidiin tremendously
- windshield crack spread even longer today (Ayah had initially thought he could postpone spending on a new windshield... tough luck-lah)

I vaguely recall learning in Physics, about damage points and weak spots (or was it weak points?), something about hitting the target at the right spot at the right speed (maybe even at the right temperature?) Ayooo... My physics is sooo rusty!! That would perhaps explain what had happened, no? It was just a gentle "thud" and yet it caused the mirror to crack in 5 different directions.

Monday, November 21, 2005


I hate to admit it but I do miss my other blog. It was available for a short while that time (daisies and all), but it decided to die on me (and all it's ever-loyal bloggers) again.


As they say... tak kenal maka tak cinta. Tapi ni dah kenal lama jugak (setahun lebih), dah jatuh cinta sampai tunggang-terbalik (head over heels). And mind you, I am not the type that falls in love easily... tapi sejak kebelakangan nih server downtime memanjang. Depressing-lah. Teruk sangat ke sakit tu?

Beginikah caranya cinta ku dibalas?

ETA (as of Nov 23, 2005 11:14 PM (GMT+0800):

Penantian itu suatu penyiksaan...

Friday, November 18, 2005

Chick Flick

Don't worry... no spoilers here. hee hee.

During the long festive break, we took Sofea to Sunway Pyramid's TGV to watch Chicken Little.

It has been ages since famyBoy and I went out for a movie (our last family movie was Brother Bear) so we thought it would be a nice change, a break from our (boring) routine. Secondly, we felt guilty for being lazy parents who did not make early plans to utilize the long break wisely. And thirdly, because Sofea kept reminding us that it's November already, it's November already, it's November already (she started asking us how many days till November since early October when trailers of this movie started airing on TV).

I like the fact that the movie managed to cater for both children and adults. Its emphasis on good family values, open communication, being 'there' for your loved ones and the importance of listening to your child(ren) made me think about my own role as a parent and evaluate my actions. The comic/humor aspect of the movie, while targetted for kids, was also hilarious to the elder viewers, especially with the clever mixture of kids humor with adult humor. The pace was also just right, enough to keep audiences entertained for the entire 80 minutes.

I personally feel that despite the cool animations and entertaining and creatively written nice-new-breath-to-a-classic storyline, this movie does not so much exhibit "Disneyness" quality (apart from the moral of the story thingy). You know, that I-just-watched-a-good-Disney-movie feeling that stays with you for a really long time. Maybe because it's not the usual hand-drawn cartoon characters, or maybe because I don't end up with a significant, catchy soundtrack playing over and over in my head like I did with most of the previous Disney movies that I've watched before.

Maybe I should not even be comparing this movie to previous animations since this is Disney's first attempt to produce a full-length in-house animated movie after its break up with Pixar.

Nonetheless, it is still something worth watching at the cinema as you'd definitely be smiling at the cute antics of Chicken Little and his friends - Abby, Fish and Runt, laughing at the dialogues (puns and cliches intended) and the other 'havoc' stuff that goes on in the background during some of the scenes. Plus, nothing beats watching the happy and eager face of your child (who was on exceptionally good behavior the whole day because you promised to take her to see Chicken Little on the biiiiig screen TV), before and after the movie. And of course, the quality time (that I don't usually get to provide) spent together as a family, and not forgetting being able to savor not a small, not a medium but a LARGE combo caramel popcorn and coke.

Monday, November 14, 2005

In the Spirit of Eid 2005

All in all... Eid Ul-Fitr 2005 was a joyful occasion for us. Alhamdulillah.

Thursday - November 3, 2005

We celebrated the first day of Eid ul-Fitr with my in-laws... extra-special Eid this year with the addition of two new family members. Both brother and sister were dressed in green. I thought I had taken a picture of both but unfortunately I only found snapshots of Abang (the boy twin) on my camera. pssst to sis-in-law: nanti emailkan gambar Kakak ek?

Aidiin was Mr Cranky-Pants the Raya (Eid) morning. He refused to smile even when provoked (tickle tickle tickle, funny faces, funny sounds). He was extra-clingy too, so I had to carry him most of the time. As it turned out, he was just sleepy and most probably still tired from the accumulated lack of sleep and rest during the stay at the hospital the week before. We had to quickly take a picture of him wearing his songkok before he realized that it's there on his head and determined to have it removed.

Sofea was her usual hyper, cheeky self. She obligingly followed the adults' ritual of lining up and taking turns to beraya (seeking forgiveness for past wrongdoings) with elders and loved ones, particularly with my parents-in-law, but would not leave until she got her duit raya (Eid token for children in the form of money in little envelopes). I think she assumed all adults would be extra generous during Raya. I guess I have not done a good job in explaining the religious significance of Eid ul-Fitr to her, apart from it being a joyous celebration, and that her school will have a really long break and Ibu and Ayah need not go to work.

We (famyBoy, the kids and myself) then drove to my parents' hometown in Malacca to beraya with my parents, my grandparents, all aunties and uncles on my parents' side. Smooth journey it was, no car troubles like last time. Phew!! Lots of eating and family bonding, and of course more duit raya for the kids. We drove back to KL that very night because my in-laws decided to visit relatives in Kuala Kangsar the next day. We arrived home close to 2 AM, exhausted and asleep in no time.

Friday - November 4, 2005

When my mom-in-law called early Friday morning, we were still asleep. famyBoy was first hesitant about driving to Kuala Kangsar, Perak that morning. But after we talked it over, briefly discussed how long it has been since we last went back to KK and how much fun it would be to convoy than driving alone, and how the kids would enjoy meeting their aunts and uncle (i.e. ondeonde's kids), we decided to tag along. So while famyBoy woke the kids up, gave them their baths and got them dressed, I did last minute packing of our clothes and whatnot for an overnight stay in Perak.

It was indeed a good decision as it did turn out as fun as we'd expected. The only mishap was the 6 hours blackout at an aunt's house in Selama where we were supposed to spend the night. The darkness and humidity didn't bother my kids too much... they were fascinated by the candles that were lit and strategically placed around the house. I had to keep an extra watchful eye on them for fear of someone or something getting burnt.

We had dinner (simple but yummy dishes prepared by famyBoy's aunt despite the blackout) with candlelights around us. How romantic is that?

The eerieness, darkness and 'crowded' everyone-sleeps-together-on-comforters-spread-on-the-floor reminded me of one of my camping trips during college days; minus the wilderness, campfires and the sky and stars of course.

The twins were crying most of the time though. The poor babies were probably not used to the sudden change in surroundings and the extra-long car rides, not to mention the heat.

The electricity came back slightly after midnight, though, and everyone got to sleep comfortably and peacefully. Tapi kan, kenapa perlu sampai 6 jam untuk TNB nak tukar fius rosak ya?

Saturday - November 5, 2005

Still being in the festive mood and in the spirit of Eid, we went visiting more relatives the next day, and of course ate and ate and ate, until I actually felt giddy from so much eating.

We drove back home late that night. The drive home was not pleasant due to the heavy traffic from Sungai Perak to Shah Alam. My kids were restless and cranky throughout the 'jammed' journey, that even junk food, games, sing-alongs, toys and reading-aloud did not help. Oh my. They finally fell asleep though, much to my relieve.

Shiny Happy People - in deep sleep

We reached home at about 1:00 AM. Exceptionally tired but definitely couldn't be more than happy to finally be home.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Gaining Momentum

Hmmm... So where were we?

Aidiin has fully recovered from his pneumonia episode. The antibiotics and some other medication that had been religiously injected every 4 hours into the tiny catheter inserted into a tiny vein inside his right hand must've killed all them viruses once and for all. Die!! Die!! Die!! Die you nasty viruses!!! The inhaled gas during the 6 hourly nebulizer treatments must've successfully forced medication into his airways to relieve the inflammation. Alhamdulillah.

I had many many mixed feelings and thoughts then but I just couldn't get myself to put them on paper in writing as blog entries. I kept wishing that I could make it all go away and bear the pain on Aidiin's behalf. I kept telling myself that it was just another test from Allah, just like my previous experience when Sofea had bronchitis and was warded in 2001, which coincidently was also during the month of Ramadhan. I assured myself that He will not test me beyond my capabilities, and I kept reminding myself that no matter what I needed to stay strong for Aidiin's and my own sake.

Maybe, subconciously, I was trying very hard to not remember, although I know that some things are just too painful to forget.

But whatever it is, I am just super thankful that it is all over.

Shiny Happy People

Long hiatus from (office) work and from blogging. I do miss going on my blog-hoppin' rounds. Lots of catching up to do... oh boy oh boy oh boy... That will surely keep me occupied for a while, not that I am complaining... hee hee hee.

Oh, and nope... I am NOT (yet) back at work. *grin*

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Counting My Blessings

In case you're wondering why I have not been updating for some time...

The Week of Pneumonia - Pantai Medical Centre - October 24-29, 2005.

A hell of a week it was for both mother and child...

Thank you all for your doa(s), hospital visits, both real and virtual hugs, phone calls/emails/SMS-es well-wishes, comments in my CBox and in bertique's thoughtful entry... very-very much appreciated.

*hugs everyone back*

Wishing all Muslims visitors Eid Mubarak!

Can't believe it is the last day of Ramadhan already. To those driving back to your hometowns, have a safe and pleasant trip balik kampung, and most importantly, have FUN!!!

Mohon maaf zahir batin atas segala salah-silap sepanjang perkenalan kita. May Allah's blessings be with us on this glorified day.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Mixed Emotions

I had a rough first half of the week this week because Aidiin got sick... coughing fit, wheezing, extra eeewwww runny nose, vomitting (the 'Linda Blair'-Exorcist kind), and to top it all, a high fever. Took two days emergency leave on Monday and Tuesday to look after him at home. Had to go through the whole dilemma again before I SMS-ed my boss regarding my unfortunate circumstances need to take a couple days off from work. I think my SMS appeared to be as pitiful as it could get.


Despite his "OK" reply, I sensed that he wasn't too keen about the whole thing, especially after our discussion last week about my long leave during the Deepavalli/Eid break. The kids' school will be closed beginning Nov 2 and will reopen on Nov 14. Lama gak tu... I understand his concerns because there are a few overlapping deadlines during that period, but I sincerely hope he they understand that I did not ask the school to take a long break nor did I intentionally planned for the project deadlines to fall during my absence. I guess this is a cabaran ibu-ibu bekerja makan gaji, without a maid or a relative readily available. To cut a long story short, my annual leave has been approved only during the Deepa-Raya week (which is a public holiday week already anyways), the week after will be an "adhoc-depending-on-work-demands-and-situation" leave, whatever that means. Rest assured I will not be able to leave town during that week.

Took Aidiin for his nebulizer treatment yesterday evening. The baby cried his lungs out, which was quite painful to watch but assuring at the same time. At least I know he is inhaling the gas. I think the wheezing is slightly better today (or was I just imagining it?). Nonetheless, both the kids were sent to school with Aidiin's bag extra heavy due to his medication, and here I am at the office.

Lookie, lookie... what's this in my mailbox?? A handmade Raya (Eid) card from a blogger friend Ms. PrimaryBasic. Very many thanks Dear... it made my day. *hugs*

Al-Fatihah to the YAB Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood who passed away earlier today (7:55 AM Oct 20, 2005) after a long battle with cancer. Condolences to the 5th Prime Minister of Malaysia, Pak Lah, and his family.

Semoga rohnya ditempatkan bersama-sama orang yang beriman.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Time Out

Will be hanging out over there for the time being...

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

This is NOT Alcatraz, okay?

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What on earth are you trying to do??
Escape from Ibu??!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Aduh Aidiin

It's been about a week since the first day of Ramadhan. Alhamdulillah, setakat ni belum kena ponteng puasa lagi.

Yesterday morning, while in the car, we heard Mawi's Aduh Saliha being played on radio ERA. Naturally (out of uncontrollable habit), my husband sang to it. Sofea followed suit. Then out of the blue, Aidiin decided to join the duo as well!

It went something like this:

Mawi sang:
Kau biarkan aku sendiri menderita susah - nasib hidupku Saliha
Kau biarkan aku sendiri melewati sepi - dalam hidupku Saliha
kau biarkan aku sendiri meratapi nasib - dalam derita Salihaaaa
ohh... Saaaaliiihaaaa

Aidiin sang:

*repeat till bored fade

I laughed till I had tears in my eyes.

I wish I had recorded the anak-beranak singing session. The best part was to witness Aidiin's cool-ness (control macho ler tu...) while he continuously 'sang' his heart out, and quite expressively too, I might add. I suppose his serak-serak basah (throaty?) vocals must've sounded really really good in his head hee hee.

'World' jugak anak terunaku ini... hmmm.

Aduuuhhh... penatlah nak maintain dua blog... rasa macam kahwin dua. Nak kena berlaku adil lagi saksama.

But then again, if I don't have a contingency blog for my daisies one, where else can I dump my thoughts and feelings and rants write and keep in touch with my blogger buddies should that other blog decide to go down again, eh?

Friday, October 07, 2005

Jejak Kasih

As more and more familiar modblog names start to appear...


Terasa macam Jejak Kasih ala modblog pulak...

ETA: I really, truly miss my daisies.

*wipes teardrop*

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Ramadhan 2005 - Day Two

Sheesh... I never thought this Ramadhan I'd have to berpuasa/menahan diri daripada ber-modblog too... Dah masuk tiga hari downtime, babe!! Balik-balik muka mamat pakai glasses tu. Balik-balik muka mamat pakai glasses tu. Tak kuasa!!

Today is the 2nd day of Ramadhan. Alhamdulillah, so far things are still under control. But then again, it has only been a day...

Awal-awal puasa ni there are still (food) choices in abundance to tapau from the Pasar Ramadhan for the breaking of fast. I only need to worry think of what to feed the kids. Yesterday, in addition to my roti john and ayam percik, I bought beef with mushroom soup for RM5.00, so I only had to cook rice (extra water to make it slightly lembik than normal) and voila! dinner for the kids considered kowtim-ed. At the pasar, famyBoy was indecisive as to what he wanted to eat, and I got impatient and cranky (a bit!) especially because it looked like it was going to rain, very heavy some more. He finally decided that he wanted nasi tomato and pulut panggang. Whatever-lah Yang oiii, so long as you hurry!!!

Towards the middle till the end of Ramadhan, we would normally run out of cravings to satisfy ideas on what to buy/eat to satisfy our tastebuds, so we either opt for other Pasar Ramadhan locations or I will cook something simple-simple so that we have something to berbuka with. Alternatively, we pray that we get invited to either his parents' or my parents' houses for berbuka. hee hee hee.

I told myself I wanted to be extra-cautious in my spending for iftar this year, but food and whathaveyous are costly! What we bought yesterday totalled up to RM17.00. Tu pun kitorang dah restricted ourselves. Last year we bought whatever we felt like eating and ended up spending so much. It was unfortunate that whatever he felt like having was normally different from what I teringiiiin sangat nak makan.

The past two nights, we had my mom's lauks for sahur -- sambal tumis telur rebus on the first night, tulang (yang orang selalu buat masak sup tu) masak kandar for last night. I have not actually cooked anything... no ideas so far. Already stocked-up cans of sardines, Maggi instant Hari-hari Favorites spices, and frozen food aka nuggets of all sorts.

This year, when famyBoy leaves for terawih prayers at the surau, I end up with an extra-adventurous prince yang tengah mabuk nak berjalan, lari, panjat, gigit, kutip bebenda dan masuk mulut to care for in addition to a superactive turn-a-deaf-ear-when-Ibu-starts-to-yell princess who never fails to buat semak all her toys, books, clothes. ohmy. TV pun tak larat/tak sempat nak tengok the past few days. Desperate Housewives ke mana, The Amazing Race ke mana.


Semoga Allah memelihara puasaku dan ibadahku di bulan Ramadhan ini... insyaAllah.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

"Smelly" Pillows

Bantal Bucuk(s): His and Hers

That's him with his.

And that's her with hers. Notice that she actually has TWO.

Bantal bucuk (busuk) literally means "smelly pillow". Bantal bucuk(s) serve the same purpose as blankies, teddy bears, pacifiers or any other attachment objects.

Monday, October 03, 2005

My Weekend Purchase

It's mine, mine, all mine! hee hee hee

Album cover picture taken from here.

Last but not least, wishing all Muslim visitors Ramadhan Mubarak and Selamat Berpuasa.

Friday, September 30, 2005

Quizzy Me

What do you do when you're too busy or too tired or too sick to update?
That's right! You take online quizzes! hee hee hee

Your Blog Should Be Yellow

You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.
You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.
You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.

Your Hidden Talent

You are both very knowledgeable and creative.
You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.
Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.
As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.

What's Your Hidden Talent?


Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Seeing Double (Part II)

They are here!!!

For the past nine months or so, my sister-in-law and her husband (and everyone else in the family) eagerly waited for the arrival of the twins. All preparations (clothing items, bedding items etc) had to be doubled, not to mention the expenses. When they finally arrived on September 23, 2005, at 11:23 AM and 11:25 AM respectively, whatever prior concerns and anxieties seemed trivial, almost meaningless. Obviously, the birth of the twins brought double the joys.

Sofea's first look at her newborn cousins on the day they were born

Sofea was a bit puzzled when I pointed out that there are two babies instead of one. She then asked how come I only delivered one baby Aidiin, but later assured me that it's alright because she will ask her Ayah to buy us another baby. Takpe lah Ibu, nanti kita suruh Ayah beli lagi one baby, ok? Those were her exact words.

The fraternal twins (mmmm... the sweet smell of newborns...), a boy and a girl, were fast asleep when we visited them at my in-laws' (the twins' grandparents) house last night. Their mommy looked happy and contented, their daddy looked like he did not get any sleep the night before.

I was extra careful in making sure that my kids, Miss Super Active and Mr Super Curious, were only able to see-but-no-touching-okay because the twins are still so very fragile. Sofea was allowed to kiss the babies after I repeatedly reminded her to be gentle. Aidiin was also asked to sayaaang baby (kiss the baby) which he appeared to acknowledge having to do. He then opened his mouth wide, displaying his huge front teeth and went "aaaaaa..." much to my horror. No, no, Aidiin, that is not mam-mam!!

Can you guess which one is the girl and which one is the boy?

Welcome to the world, babies Nur Yasmin Hannani and Muhd Yusry Hazimi, or otherwise known as Kakak and Abang. pssst... maknanya mesti ada Adik(s), kan? kan? kan?

Double congratulations to my sister-in-law Lynn and her husband Yasser. And good luck in caring for two babies during the 3 AM feedings. hee hee hee.

Monday, September 26, 2005

The Concert

The stage

Sofea's school's Family Day cum Graduation Ceremony (for the 6 year olds) this year took place at the Kelana Jaya Tabung Haji hall yesterday. We got there quite early (I was the 3rd parent to register our attendance). It was nice to have the luxury to pick and choose the table to sit at for a change, instead of just settling with what's left. It definitely paid to be e a r l y for once. heh heh.

Sofea was quite bored at the beginning because her friends had not arrived yet. She sat close to me and yawned a few times. Pretty soon more parents and kids arrived and not long after she had joined her taska buddies doing whatever kids her age do when they meet. Suddenly they were in their old little world where adults (except maybe for their teachers) are non-existent. hmmm...

The ceremony kicked off with du'a recital by one of the young graduates, followed by the reading of short surahs from the Quran and their translations by a 'mini' qari and 'mini' qariah. Then it was nursery rhymes by toddlers aged 2 and 3. They were simply adorable. One of them was crying throughout and one brought along her Avent milk bottle with her on stage. :P

These two were just inseparable...

Sofea's age group (late 3s and 4s) sang a song about butterflies. The boys dressed up as flowers while the girls had pink fluttery butterfly wings.

The girls were the butterflies, the boys were the flowers

There was also a puppet show by the 6 year olds, and nasyeed by the 5 year olds. There was also a skit about 3 friends. Some mommies participated in the roti canai making competition. Some daddies participated in the kelim karipap competition. famyBoy and I were too shy shy to take part in anything. *blush*

No gathering is complete without food, so throughout the ceremony parents and kids could be seen munching away. There was a big breakfast buffet and lunch afterwards.

This year's ceremony was very structured, and timely. I checked my watch a few times and saw that everything went on as scheduled. Kudos to the teachers for good planning and preparation.

The grand finale was the handing over of the scrolls to the graduates. While the kids were climbing up the stage one by one and the designated photographers clicking away on their cameras, I couldn't help but to think of this young lady whose convocation was taking place at another location at the same time. *winks at PB*

Taska Salsabiila's Family Day cum Graduation Ceremony - Sunday Sept 25, 2005

But where oh where is Aidiin? The poor dear had to be left at his grandparents because he was not feeling well. Can't have him throwing up gooey stuff at the ceremony now, can we? I missed him terribly though. It felt strange not having a fidgeting baby to hold on to. I kept massaging my hands and tapping my fingers on the table.

We went home feeling exhausted, but definitely happy.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

He... who is loved.

He... who holds the key to my heart,
He... who I can count on to stand by me no matter what,
He... who makes me cranky because of his tardiness (without valid excuses),
He... who drives me crazy when he is unreachable (handphone tertinggal, handphone off, handphone on silent mode),
He... who is geeky dulu, kini dan selamanya...
He... who is not of the romantic type, but displays his affections in his own ways,
He... who can make me become insanely angry but also make it impossible to remain angry for long periods of time,
He... who would hesitate (but end up doing it anyways hehehe) when I ask him to massage my shoulders because I could not fall asleep at night,
He... who contributed his genes in the development of my children,
He... who twice held my hand and coaxed me to push push push when my cervix had fully dilated in the delivery ward,
He... who rolls his eyes when he sees me walking out of MPH or Borders with bags of books in both hands,
He... who would shower me with all-in-1 gifts (gifts meant for multiple occasions combined into 1),
He... who would sing his heart out to a favorite song in the car regardless of people in other cars watching or me blushing and rolling my eyes,
He... who helped to clean Misha's cage when I was preggers and during my confinement,
He... who is still helping to clean Misha's cage till today,
He... who rolls his eyes when I crave for some apple juice in the middle of the night but too lazy to go downstairs to get it myself (so he ended up bringing me a mug),
He... who (despite violent objections) would still chauffeur me to places my little heart desires to go,
He... who shares my music and entertainment preferences,
He... who helps with the kids in the morning because I need to get dressed with ample time to lilit and adjust my tudung,
He... who plans to wake up during the wee hours of the night to watch a live telecast of {some sport} but more often than not, end up falling asleep till morning :P
He... who is working hard to provide me and the kids with a life that we dream of,
He... who specifically told me NOT to put his picture on my blog (especially in this post hee hee),
He... who is soooo much more but some things are too private to tell, *naughty grin*
He... who loves me despite my weaknesses and flaws,
He... who I must kiss goodnight before going to bed,
He... who turns 32 today on September 13, 2005.

Happy 32nd Birthday My Beloved. Love in abundance for you...

Monday, September 12, 2005

Conflict of Interests

If I could fast forward time to this Saturday, I would...

It's only Monday morning and I am already feeling overwhelmed. Tonnes of stuff to work on. Feeling disorganized. Issues to resolve. Personal worries to dwell upon. Tempted to procrastinate. ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.

I do not want to wait till the last minute but sometimes procrastination (and the pressure that comes with it) brings the best out of me. I do not want to pull an all-nighter but sometimes ideas come during the wee hours of the night. I do not want to make my poor heart beat faster and work extra hard to pump more blood but sometimes I am most focussed and alert when working under pressure.

I do not want to be a person who does not know how to prioritize her tasks but sometimes I just cannot resist the urge to blog. Even a lil meaningless entry like this one. hee hee hee.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


Maybe it's PMS and my hormones are going crazy, but I am very saddened by this recent news.

I am very sorry for your loss, dear Moonlight107. Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raajiuun...


I told this other special blogger how I felt and we talked about how simple it was for us to feel for someone we've known only in cyberland and never personally met. Because in Islam, we're all sisters, and therefore she, our sister, is in our hearts, and we share her pain and sorrow, regardless how far apart we are logistically.


Monday, September 05, 2005

How Do You Solve A Problem Like S-O-F-E-A?

When I posted the previous entry, I had many, many thoughts on my mind. Work, family, personal, financial, health... you name it. But my main concern was my relationship with my daughter.

I've heard of the Terrible Two(s) and Three(s). Is there such a thing as the Frightful Four(s)?

How do you solve a problem like Maria Sofea?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria Sofea?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria Sofea?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

**Inspired by the song "How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria?" from the movie The Sound of Music

Lately Sofea was exhibiting her most unacceptable behaviors. Unacceptable to our standards, that is. Scream at her, yell at her, and she'll turn a deaf ear (aka buat dunno je), with eyes glued to the TV. Ayooooo... Siapa yang tak geram??

Sometimes she'd insist on playing with her brother's toys... the exact moment her brother wanted to play with them. Sometimes she'd purposedly spill her food on the floor, then claim that the food is no longer edible since ants have started to hurung. Sometimes she'd take a whole hour to finish up two slices of bread (I am not exaggerating this). Sometimes she'd purposedly scatter her toys, books, stationery all over the place, claiming that she was doing an Art Attack (okay I admit, I often find this creatively cute but not during the dont-mess-with-Ibu-this-is-not-a-good-time moments).

But MOST of the times it would be doing what she was told not to do, and not doing what she was told to do.


Both me and her Ayah have had our share of the "Kakak!!!"-this and "Kakak!!!"-that episodes. It's like she was dying to get scolded, yelled at and whatnot. It is unfortunate that both me and her Ayah are both short-tempered and when we get angry we tend to threaten that we'd take so-and-so privilege away from her, or that we'll not care or love so much anymore. I think during those (trying) times, we tend to subconciously imply that she is naughty and stubborn, when it should be the other way round, i.e. convince her that she's a good girl so that she'll behave that way.

It's not easy to think rationally when you're overwhelmed with emotions. So, Sofea... Sayang... even if Ibu does not turn into a huge green hulk creature, you still do not want to upset or make Ibu angry, okay?
Geee... excuses, mexcuses. It would be ideal to have a dark Dr Jekyll side that cannot be held responsible for any misdoings now, wouldn't it? A side that surfaces only during anger and can execute damage or revenge without being held responsible.

It's probably attention that she's craving for, I had told myself, so I made the effort to spend more time with her. But perhaps that, too, is not enough, so I told her Ayah to make more time for her as well. We're still working on this... results have yet to be observed.

The thing is...

No matter how much you scold, pinch, yell, shout... come end of the day she'd still come to you with her antics, making you laugh and cry at the same time. Such a forgiving nature, this girl has. Her warm smile, her big heart and mischievious giggles are sufficient to cool the furious me. Her soft "Ayah, saya nak hug Ayah..." is enough to melt her super-angry Ayah. And of course, only she can make Aidiin's face light up the moment she enters the room. Only they know/share that special sibling bond when they both laugh and play bounce-bouncy-bouncing on Ibu and Ayah's bed.


I am somewhat glad that she's quick to forgive, but sometimes I wish she would not forget so easily. How would I be able to tell if she had understood the reasons for her punishments and learnt her lessons?

Friday, September 02, 2005

Who Will Win? In reality (TV) that is...

Sometimes I wonder...

If my kids have the luxury and were given the choice to interview, evaluate (and re-evaluate if necessary), assign points, review then decide, would they still end up picking a combination of me and my husband as their caregivers, protectors, solution-providers, sponsors, negotiators, supporters, entertainers, teachers... the ones that will make them feel secure and loved?

Assuming we are contestants in a reality TV Parents' show, would we be the first parent-couple to get eliminated? Or would we last till the final round, and end up as the truly-deserved winners?

Assuming we come from different reality shows, Mom Idol and Dad Idol, respectively, would we be the winners of our own competitions and end up as a team in Parents Idol?

Assuming we are contestants of a local reality TV show, Mencari Ibu dan Mencari Ayah... in an episode where my kids would bring the potential moms and dads to meet and get to know their friends, would the friends of my kids pick me and my husband over other Ibu(s) and Ayah(s), to become the parents of Sofea and Aidiin?

Assuming we are locked up for 10 weeks or so in a bungalow otherwise known as the Akademi Mak Bapak with other parent-couples, being taught about first aid, parenting skills, playing skills, cooking skills and whathaveyous, and every week each couple would be given a parenting task/problem to solve, would we earn the highest percentage of votes based on submitted SMSes? Would we be the most popular parents? Would we be World enough to win the love and trust of two individuals by the name of Sofea and Aidiin?

AMBUNDI famyGirl!!

I often wonder...

Regardless... would my kids choose me as their one and only Ibu?


On second thought, maybe it's better that I do not know and just keep on wondering.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Ironed Out

My mother wanted to blog about this earlier but she didn't have the time nor the mood. For the sake of the story, this entry will be narrated by me, Aidiin. *waves Hi to everyone*

We were invited for a foursome birthday celebration cum dinner at the Hotel Singgahsana on Sunday evening to celebrate the August babies in the family -- Aidiin (that's me!!), my grandma, my aunt and uncle. Naturally we all wanted to look our best, so Ibu had picked out our what-to-wear-to-nice-family-events items hours before the dinner.

While Ibu was busy ironing the chosen clothing items, my curious self decided to find out how Ibu's Nescafe looked like (and maybe taste it a bit), and why Ibu is so addicted to it. So I tipped the mug-full of Nescafe which was conveniently placed within my reach, and the mug of (Thank God it wasn't steaming hot anymore) Nescafe spilled on the floor and onto the carpet. The next thing I remember was Ibu's panicky voice screaming my name... "Aidiiiiiiinn!!!!! Noooo!!!!"

Ooopps... sorry, Ibu. But it's no use crying over spilt Nescafe. If I could, I would make you another mug. Don't worry, don't worry, shh shh shh... I'm okay, I'm okay. I just smell caffeine-y now, that's all. Okay, you can let go of me now, Ibu.


Ibu's scream woke Kakak and Ayah up, and both of them came running out of the bedroom to see what the fuss was all about. I noticed that Ibu was still upset and angry... I don't think she cared too much about the spilt coffee. She sounded like she was angry at herself for not placing the mug wayyyyy higher so that I could not reach it. She asked Ayah to help clean up the mess while she went to get my porridge.

Hmmm... let's see... what can I do now?

*curiouser and curiouser*

Now where's that green thingy that Ibu used just now? It looked like a toy plane or maybe a bullet train. Ahh.. there it is. Oh, what's this long rope-like thing that's attached to it? I wonder what'll happen if I give it a strong, firm tug...



I heard Kakak scream for Ayah. I heard Ibu's footsteps running up the stairs. I saw Ayah rushing into the room to pick me up. Then Ibu started talking non-stop, I think it was something about an iron? Was that the thing that had hit my foot?

Oh oh... I think I'm in BIG trouble...

My foot a few hours after the accident

My swollen foot the next day, after the skin had peeled off

I was sent to school on Monday since Ibu and Ayah felt that the burn was not too bad-looking and since I didn't make a big fuss out of it by crying uncontrollably. Come Monday evening however, the burn looked really gross since the skin had peeled off (I had peeled it off myself, mind you) and Ibu freaked out when the teacher passed me to her. Ayah decided to take me to the clinic right away because Ibu was saying that the burn area might be infected.


The doctor gave Ibu medical leave on Tuesday so that she could stay home to look after me. I was given antibiotics to help reduce the pain and to make my foot go back to it's original size (it was swollen, you see). Ibu was also told to apply some cream on the scar 3 times a day. I wanted to touch and find out how the cream tasted like, but Ibu grabbed my hand and scolded me.


Oh well...

It's Independence Day for Malaysia today. Ibu and Ayah need not go to work since it's a public holiday and Kakak and me get to stay home too since our school is closed. Happy 48th Birthday Malaysia!!

Last but not least, a little advice from me to you... Never mess with a hot iron right after you spill your mom's coffee. I am talking from experience. It never brings you any good, believe me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

My Journey into Hijab-hood

Some time ago, I promised a particular someone that I would blog about my journey into hijab-hood.
So, particular someone, this one's for you...

I started to don the hijab when Sofea turned 2 months old (back in 2001). That was after my confinement (after my maternity leave), and it was my first day back to the office. The surprised oohh-n-aahh looks and comments from the non-muslim office mates were neither discouraging nor encouraging... I guess most of them were more surprised to see me actually back at work... as in "What? You're back? Has it been 60 days already!??"

I did not have a heart to heart talk with my husband (then fiancé) prior to wearing the hijab to seek his support (or consent?), mainly because he was the one who coaxed me into putting it on in the first place. I don't know whether his 'coaxing' was influenced by his family members, not that it mattered anyways.

I was never forced into donning the hijab by my parents. I guess I managed to convince them that I, eventually, will do so myself, willingly... some day.

Hubby Dearest never shoved the hijab issue in my face, even after we got married. He would once a while casually ask when I plan to do so, and I would normally tell him "when I am ready"-lah. Now that I think about it, I don't even know what I meant then by 'ready'.

All this started when we got engaged... I remember telling him lepas kahwin (after we get married). Then when we got married (still no changes made), and when I got pregnant with Sofea, I had told him lepas beranak (after giving birth). The last few days before I was supposed to return to work after my maternity leave, he'd asked me teasingly, "So, bila kita nak pegi beli tudung?" (When are we going to shop for scarves?) And strangely enough, at that time I didn't feel like giving any excuses any more. I only knew that I was overwhelmed with thankfulness when Sofea was brought into our lives, and each time I looked at her, I was being reminded of the greatness of Allah SWT, more so since the Nur Addina prefixing Sofea means cahaya agama kami (the light of our religion).

As it turned out, instead of asking myself "Why?", I was asking myself "Why not?".

Sometimes the good/best things are the most difficult (initially) to follow/do... sorta like people telling you to quit smoking, or that consuming too much sugar (and them goodies yang sewaktu dengannya like chocolates, sweets, caffeine etc etc etc) is not healthy and thus, one must reduce intake yadda yadda yadda. Although to date I am still the super sweet-toothed, chocolate-n-brownies-loving-coffee-drinker-person that I was before. I guess to a certain extend, my naïveté then had me become overly concious about what others (my husband, especially) would think of me or how I looked, with the mistaken impression that the wearing of the hijab is an indication of inferiority.

I am very thankful that my husband, in his own subliminal means, had guided me towards the 'right way', so to speak.

I do realize that by putting on the hijab (apart from praying, fasting etc etc etc) does not mean that I am already perfect in the eyes of Allah SWT, but to me, it was like a another step towards achieving that 'goal', and to quote handsome dude Moez of Parables in the Quran and Stairway to Paradise, "If you take one step towards Allah SWT, He will take ten steps towards you..." In shaa Allah.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Much Ado About Dora

Dora is a little Latina girl. Together with her friends, she encounters many thrilling adventures in her little world (i.e. the Nickelodeon world).

Lately Sofea has found much interest in Dora and her many adventures. I found her often talking back and responding to the TV screen, answering Dora's questions, pleas or calls for participation. It's probably the interactive 'play along' aspect of the show that draws her to it. I admit that sometimes I was a bit curious myself.

Being the inquisitive little girl that she is, I suppose my daughter could relate to Dora's eagerness, curiousity, determination, suspense and joy when she attempts to solve problems/puzzles based on her observations, while applying some basic logic and intuition skills. She also learned about friendship and social skills by watching Dora interact with her friends Boots the Monkey, Diego, Map, Back Pack, Tico etc. And oh yes, she we also got to learn some basic Spanish words and/or phrases from this show too. I learned that "Ilo Hicimos!" means "We did it!" and of course, "Hola" means "Hello"... you get the idea.

I normally do not prevent my daughter from watching educational programs like these repeatedly. But yesterday I noticed an alarming thing...

... simply TOO MUCH of Dora the Explorer!!!

One's a cartoon and one's a real live little girl. The uncanny resemblance, however, is actually somewhat scary.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

One Year Later

When I first decided to have a sibling for Sofea, I had secretly hoped that it would be a 'she'. I have always wanted to have two girls in the family. I don't know why, I just do... I even have a name for her (Sofea's sister) already. heh heh.


When the doctor did a thorough scan during my 2nd trimester of my 2nd pregnancy, I had hoped to see what I saw (or did not see?) during Sofea's ultrasound. But he showed me a dicky instead. I can still remember his exact words... "and over here is the left thigh, and this is the right thigh... *zooms in* and this, looks like a penis. You're having a boy, insyaAllah."

Errr... okay. I seriously did not know what to say. famyBoy was grinning from ear to ear. I was still in an unexplained state. Happy? Yes, of course. Surprised? Definitely. Hoping that the scan results were wrong? A bit. But don't get me wrong... I was very thankful to see a healthy-growing baby, but just a teeny bit disappointed in shock.

So, it *might* be a boy. Hmmm. Interesting.

I had never dealt with baby boys before. I do not have any brothers and my one and only (close) male cousin is 6 years younger than me, lives in a different state and hence, we did not grow up together. Also, I did not have nephews that needed baby-sitting. So the thought of getting a son made me nervous. Firstly I did not know what to expect. Secondly I underestimated my budget (you see, if it were a girl, then I'd be able to save on clothes and toys since we could recycle Sofea's belongings... instant cost-saving!!!).

You could say I was afraid of The Unknown (and was trying to practice good spending habits while I was at it).

I waited for Aidiin's arrival with full anticipation. The doctor told me I might be delivering earlier than my due date so I started my medical/maternity leave early. I waited and waited some more. No baby. I even wrote Aidiin a memo. I prayed really hard so that he'd be born healthy, and that I'd have an easy and quick delivery. But Aidiin decided that he would break his sister's record. With him, I was in labor for 30 hours, six extra hours compared to the delivery of his sister. I had written all about it in 3 looong blog entries last year.

Aidiin, 53.5 cm in length and weighing 3.27 kg at birth, was born at 4:24 PM on Saturday August 14, 2004.

Dearest Dearest Little Darling,

When you finally arrived, and when you were placed into my arms, I felt nothing else but love when I first looked into your eyes. I knew you couldn't see me then since your vision was still a blur, but I held back my tears when you immediately started to suckle, wanting to be breastfed. Right then I could feel that the 'journey' with you was going to be different, special. Was I prepared for it? No way. But I was truly looking forward to learn.

Happy 1st Birthday, Aidiin!!!

It's been only a year since you became part of Ibu's life (and Ayah's and Kakak's lives), but that one year has been filled with so many fascinating emotions and learning experiences and stories to tell (or blog about for that matter). Ibu, Ayah and Kakak love you oh-so-very-very much!

Before Aidiin came into my life, I didn't know that I could fall so deeply I-give-u-my-heart in love with another male figure besides my husband (with the exception of Keanu Reeves and Johnny Depp).

And now I ask myself, how could I possibly not??


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