tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141771012024-03-07T17:11:10.423+08:00This is my life...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.comBlogger229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-27746650221851445212011-07-29T16:24:00.011+08:002011-08-10T06:29:59.786+08:00About Pantang...with Azraa..<div style="text-align: justify;">After having four babies and going through the whole process, the part that I hate most is during the 44 days confinement..that is the longest 44 days of my life...& can be the most stressful one. I guess I can't be confined in a place for too long..that does not work for me. I need to get a breathe of fresh air after sometimes..at some other place.
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<br />I had my pantang at my mom's house. We decided to ditch the idea of pantang in JB as we encountered some problem in obtaining a maid right after Azraa's birth. So the idea of hiring a confinement lady for 2 weeks at the very last minute was a brilliant one.
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<br />Hubby was still in Johor during the first 2 weeks of my pantang. Alhamdulillah he got a new job in KL. His last day at his old company was in the end of June..and his new job started in mid of July. So he had a 2 weeks rest at home helping me coping up with my pantang.
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<br />Mak restricted me from going up and down the stairs, so I had to choose on staying up or down. I choose up as that is where the Astro is..hehe...
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<br />So what else..watch TV lor. Here is my typical everyday life:-
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<br />8.00 am - wake up.
<br />8.00 - 9.00 am - mandi, berbengkung, pilis and what not (has few sessions of urut in the first few days).
<br />9.35 - 10.30 am - Desperate Housewives at 711.
<br />10.30 - 12.00 - tukar2 channel..sometimes watch P.Ramlee movie..sometimes channel E!..AXN..
<br />12.00 - 12.50 - Wanita Hari Ini
<br />12.50 - 1.40 - NCIS at 710. Seriously, I've never watch NCIS before...best rupanya!
<br />1.40 - 4.00 - rest and nap time (usually I took a nap for abt an hour only, the rest I just lay in bed..).
<br />4.00 pm - Layan slot Lagenda TV3.
<br />4.30 - 5.30 pm - Switch to 104 - Awan Dania. Also never watched this before but due to recommendation by a friend saying that Dania is the only girl..and she has 3 brothers, I watched it.
<br />5.30 - 6.00 pm - minum petang, mandi..another round of bengkung.
<br />6.00 onwards - random and wait for the night to come..phobia, phobia..
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<br />Yup, during confinement, I'm always scared of the night time. While I was pregnant with Ashraff, I heard lots of stories whereby newborn does not usually sleep at night. So when I brought Ashraff home for the first time, I kept on looking at the clock and see whether he will sleep when the night comes. Alhamdulillah, he is a good night sleeper...and so were his brothers.
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<br />But not Azraa. I went through some tough nights with her, where she will wake up every hour screaming as though she was in pain. She will only sleep using my arms as her pillow...or else she will wake up immediately. Seriously, I got impatient with her at times. But after about one month or so, I already got used to it...and then I thought, I prayed for a healthy, perfect, easy to care girl throughout my pregnancy. So Allah granted me a healthy and perfect girl..but not the easy part. You don't always get what you want. But this does not mean that she will forever be like this. I suspected that she has some disturbed nights due to the gassy feeling in her tummy which the pain she could not tolerate. So that shall pass around 3 months old. The first 3 months is like the first trimester of pregnancy - it's the hardest one for me. After having to go through 4 colicky babies, I've made a conclusion that it is my overactive letdown that caused them to be gassy.
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<br />Like Aliff, Azraa also suffered from prolonged jaundice. She was admitted to the hospital for 3 nights when she was one week old. Then we had the jaundice checked every week until she was about one month old. Alhamdulillah, now she is fine.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEG0HE6B9QLhBCdnCaTkbfCdEJGkEwbrWiLxEgFFu3WD72MMtoRXRFU0UIYK9NOFTne6h2geo8Hu0XumDVhK4yHmg-m2AFHDmekFHGzVTBhhkYf6RbzvU3ExfpuirQR-voiI8/s1600/2011-06-27+14.20.05blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEG0HE6B9QLhBCdnCaTkbfCdEJGkEwbrWiLxEgFFu3WD72MMtoRXRFU0UIYK9NOFTne6h2geo8Hu0XumDVhK4yHmg-m2AFHDmekFHGzVTBhhkYf6RbzvU3ExfpuirQR-voiI8/s400/2011-06-27+14.20.05blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637295106574836850" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Azraa was discharged on 27 June 2011.</span>
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<br />After four children, I decided to use buaian elektrik (electric cradle?) for this one. All of my fours will have a longer nap when they are put on a moving gadgets/vehicle. We never use any for Ashraff..it's dodoi all the way and his nap lasted for 1/2 hour only. We used the manual buaian for Aliff and that buaian has to be on the move all the time or else he'll wake up cranky due to insufficient sleep. With Aqieff, we use the bouncer and it has to be bounced all the time as well. To save the trouble, I decided to use buaian elektrik this time around so we could do other jobs like attending to the older kids rather than melayan kerenah si cilik je.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgjNXgVwqi-f7Ha3ImJD523JouT89ulCYDT5pd_eJmC-PXa7FUqXCfe2c25ItSZx5AbWSnz3SkONVi5JKVAvru8c3gCsd7J8YFcPkfTCyk3wq7dKS9425OusoOC9YdUTwvHG8/s1600/2011-08-01+08.40.06-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgjNXgVwqi-f7Ha3ImJD523JouT89ulCYDT5pd_eJmC-PXa7FUqXCfe2c25ItSZx5AbWSnz3SkONVi5JKVAvru8c3gCsd7J8YFcPkfTCyk3wq7dKS9425OusoOC9YdUTwvHG8/s400/2011-08-01+08.40.06-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637295226950005954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">We bought this second-hand</span>
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<br />Azraa is also using pacifier to soothe her just like Abang Ashraff and Abang Aqieff. I rried to refrain myself from giving in to the dummy but Azraa has great sucking need and due to my overactive letdown she hates to be on my breast except when she is hungry. We'll see how long does all these gadgets last this time around. It took Abang Ashraff 2 1/2 years and Aqieff 16 months.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczT6SmLwEzLNfhtBooKABwY03ZGprJGsjKy03Kku2mAddDPNN_LekHUaqRErI4fLactRW1hmzIwqPZKAXgwiGPt-bvXG_pXjdjQOqpCI8ttS3A4Jotfx4LETXGc25mBwz8W_9/s1600/IMG_2873blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczT6SmLwEzLNfhtBooKABwY03ZGprJGsjKy03Kku2mAddDPNN_LekHUaqRErI4fLactRW1hmzIwqPZKAXgwiGPt-bvXG_pXjdjQOqpCI8ttS3A4Jotfx4LETXGc25mBwz8W_9/s400/IMG_2873blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976304777930562" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uosBrlFTKcitW7jsj3heycUlEvO4Kj3PwS6rOJc4zZUHpjhvkHt0EX_NsO2tcFZIXXTCOtT5C1FTWJcblFqYQ6FTM_gUoMxiNqWqHsYiJKvk7HiWOn6dHoJtPz6Z9Y7FFDVU/s1600/IMG_2882blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uosBrlFTKcitW7jsj3heycUlEvO4Kj3PwS6rOJc4zZUHpjhvkHt0EX_NsO2tcFZIXXTCOtT5C1FTWJcblFqYQ6FTM_gUoMxiNqWqHsYiJKvk7HiWOn6dHoJtPz6Z9Y7FFDVU/s400/IMG_2882blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638976442148107042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Azraa has two sets of pacifier. One bought by Ayah and another by Ibu. Can you spot the difference?:)</span>
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<br />So far, I still exclusively breastfeed Azraa. But I have a plan to start introducing her to formula as we might be going for a holiday (just me and Hubby) end of this year, insyaAllah.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3X2fOwk9-MYwg8hRWG9PfxT6eM1LFbhXDRc3fVSGafupSIsQt4uo7dbrRA-wCNh7EWIpSnbRsnzF1d1TS3iYVfA0ffEY33qxODx20CgHCRLftQ0xD1eCTb7uUgrjxqDMl0wF/s1600/IMG_2839blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3X2fOwk9-MYwg8hRWG9PfxT6eM1LFbhXDRc3fVSGafupSIsQt4uo7dbrRA-wCNh7EWIpSnbRsnzF1d1TS3iYVfA0ffEY33qxODx20CgHCRLftQ0xD1eCTb7uUgrjxqDMl0wF/s400/IMG_2839blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638977632491060898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">My 'stocks' at the last day of my confinement. Not as much as Aliff's and Aqieff's sebab Ibu malas nak pam tapi bolehlah..</span></span>
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<br />Next week Monday I will be going back to the office. Azraa will be taken care by a maid. Maid...yup..finally. We got a maid on 1 July 2011. A 30-year old lady named Minah. So far, she's doing a great job. And I hope this one stays..
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<br />Most people will ask me "will this be your last one?". For the time being, yup. Even if I got another boy, it shall be my last. After all, I'm no longer young. The last trimester with Azraa was unbearable..so I don't think I can go through it again. But who are we to know? Kalau dah ada rezeki, kami terima je dengan tangan terbuka. Just look at Lynette Scav0 of Desprerate Housewives..after so long, she got her no 5.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_H3y_9FbfFdSaIvoAcLX0sK0kLCcb0LhL_cpoahB7GxqhPSrsw-zU23I0c2lRjmhiolCzTdQVzc9rjktchgekUf0wMpx6sil7Zj4_CpPDQzyIAeH6kfCQK8DSt49EphaU0_qq/s1600/IMG_2729blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_H3y_9FbfFdSaIvoAcLX0sK0kLCcb0LhL_cpoahB7GxqhPSrsw-zU23I0c2lRjmhiolCzTdQVzc9rjktchgekUf0wMpx6sil7Zj4_CpPDQzyIAeH6kfCQK8DSt49EphaU0_qq/s400/IMG_2729blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636047851930059746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">One month old Azraa</span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Weight : 4.4 kilos.</span>
<br /></div></div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-3293336802835756672011-07-27T14:40:00.012+08:002011-07-27T16:11:26.594+08:00The Birth of Our Lil Princess<div style="text-align: justify;">Two weeks before the delivery, I had my usual check-up at APSH. It turned out to be that my blood pressure is at a borderline (unexpected..but not surprise as this is not my first case involving high BP). Since it was just borderline, Dr Fauziah gave me one week to monitor my blood pressure and if it surpassed the acceptable limit, I had to be put to labour straight away. For the next 7 days, every morning and evening, I had my BP checked at either the clinic at my office, or near my house, or at home with Mak's machine. Still under control.<br /><br />After a week, I had to see her again. My BP is still at borderline. So she gave me one week MC (actually I asked for it..hehe) and instruct me to continue monitor my BP. If it is still under control, I were to come back another week and from there I can decide whether I want to be put into labour or continue being pregnant and let nature takes it course.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I came back to see my gynae after a week. Unfortunately, Dr Fauziah was on leave so a locum gynae i.e Dr Sharifah was in-charged that day. By then I could not take the ritual of having to monitor my BP daily, so I decided for her to induce me.<br /><br />The date is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">13th June 2011. </span><br /></div><br /><u>11.00 am</u><br />I was admitted to Room 324 of APSH.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPomY3MSZmnSS1mGVEnEBK7VaJB4dL-kzSoq0Ell_SC4y1je3zA5aEQQjAWjC9BAuPVLm5TlvOHAuJfVO97HQ4wCp-V3lhyphenhyphenHW78aAXcN453xexvhyphenhyphensL8BgFjFlRDk0OPEUgH3m/s1600/IMG_2606.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPomY3MSZmnSS1mGVEnEBK7VaJB4dL-kzSoq0Ell_SC4y1je3zA5aEQQjAWjC9BAuPVLm5TlvOHAuJfVO97HQ4wCp-V3lhyphenhyphenHW78aAXcN453xexvhyphenhyphensL8BgFjFlRDk0OPEUgH3m/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633933356110666162" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" >Seriously APSH badly needs a make-over for their rooms. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>At 1.00 pm</u><br />Nurse put one pill 'downunder' to induce the labour. And to my suprise, the pain starts immediately. This surprised me as in the case of Ashraff and Aliff, I did not feel the pain until water bag was broken. I don't know whether is it because my pain tolerance has increased or because of my age, but boy, was it painful..and it is not even dilated for more than 2 cms. Gosh!<br /><br /><u>4.15 pm</u><br />I was brought to labour room. Dilation only 2.5 cm. What a slow progress!<br /><br /><u>5.30 pm</u><br />Had my epidural jap. Just like my 3rd delivery, I did ask for epidural from the start, not because of the labour pain, but the pain that I had to bear when the episiotomy was done. Pelik tapi benar..hehe. But this time around, I'm glad I did ask for epidural, as I could not tolerate the labour pain. Entah kenapa. After the epidural, I could finally relax..and doze off.<br /><br /><u>At about 6.00 pm</u><br />Water bag was broken.<br /><br /><u>Around 6.15</u><br />Hubby told me he was hungry and going down to have a quick meal. I was only 4 cm dilated. I got a phone call from my cousin, Tini which I answered happily. Chat on the phone like I wasn't in labour. That's the beauty of epidural...hehe. At the same time, I could hear the person next door in her active labour.<br /><br /><u>At about 6.45 pm</u><br />Suddenly I feel the urge to push. I push the call button for the nurse. It took them few minutes to come as they are all attended to the delivery next door. In the meantime, I called up Hubby who was still enjoying his meal downstairs. "Yang, i rasa macam nak meneran dah!". "Ok, I datang sekarang."<br /><br />The nurse came and checked on my cervix. "Ok, dah ready.." and she prepared the room for labour - the lights, the tools..and tried to call Dr Sharifah at the same time. She tried to call the doc numerous times but there seemed to be no answer. I was panicky..and I could not bear the need to push any longer. I was asked to hold on while she tried to get hold of the doctor. What?! Seriously, I was not an easy thing to do so I took the gas to ease the pain whenever the urge came. Finally she could talk to the doctor..and guess what, she had an emergency OT.<br /><br />"Puan boleh tunggu lagi 15 minit?" 15 minit?! 1 minit pun dah tak boleh dah!<br /><br />So the nurse was proactive enough. He called up the gynae next door who had just finished her delivery to attend to me. She is Dr Ariza. The moment she came in she immediately asked me to push.<br /><br /><u>At 7.07 pm</u><br />Our one & only princess was born! She is a healthy baby..alhamdulillah...<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q3gDp2XMjmxH0c_XMYQx9kD4hl_Yq32M_pMmwyZmTGnD-iWhi9dQguM8sE53u7bMT3jIzk77708jqWjuBKxB6as2TMnViDRLTiN0LBri8ANTdp4o3N8IeX_n525LcAn97iTJ/s1600/IMG_2626.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q3gDp2XMjmxH0c_XMYQx9kD4hl_Yq32M_pMmwyZmTGnD-iWhi9dQguM8sE53u7bMT3jIzk77708jqWjuBKxB6as2TMnViDRLTiN0LBri8ANTdp4o3N8IeX_n525LcAn97iTJ/s400/IMG_2626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633934342502143986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Name : Azraa binti Mohd Fitri</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DOB : 13 June 2011 (11 days before the EDD)</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Weight at Birth : 3.22 kg.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br />Length at Birth : 53 cms (all my children have the same length).</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Suara dia boleh tahan..lantang..reminds me a lot of Abang Ashraff..<br /><br />So if people ask me which gynae attends to me...I would say that for check-up is Dr Fauziah, but she was on leave so Dr Sharifah replaced her..but she had an emergency OT, so Dr Ariza yang sambut..phewhhh!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSnFm2ZpZZGPL8yiKziI5BlJiXw3gmIuOi3Fz0B9S9O7NW9Z8gkW1N0Nd3q4Nhc1Osd7Wzm0n7g2xZFCJjQnLlYw38OUUuTGRwtpB0u0FhmTQXCsty9G4Bq9NidIAtNWCKAtp/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSnFm2ZpZZGPL8yiKziI5BlJiXw3gmIuOi3Fz0B9S9O7NW9Z8gkW1N0Nd3q4Nhc1Osd7Wzm0n7g2xZFCJjQnLlYw38OUUuTGRwtpB0u0FhmTQXCsty9G4Bq9NidIAtNWCKAtp/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633935414747466082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dr Ariza doing episiotomy while Dr Sharifah with her OT outfit busy chatting with the nurse.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"><br />Welcome to the family, my dear Azraa! You are our precious gem that the Ibu & Ayah (& Abg Ashraff) have been waiting for. You complete us...and you are very lucky to have three big brothers to love and protect you.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nDuamMU-paFa8Yi1zw0bvTzrf7N6EGwK-_Wws9HI9H5QRd_GT2pFg73kZx7p5dICG2vnCVEVWIEN_CUjrKYCUW5eYrCqZPGX1Vap5ju4pVyIkhUGKuc9vsWibHnBs4w91ql_/s1600/IMG_2677.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nDuamMU-paFa8Yi1zw0bvTzrf7N6EGwK-_Wws9HI9H5QRd_GT2pFg73kZx7p5dICG2vnCVEVWIEN_CUjrKYCUW5eYrCqZPGX1Vap5ju4pVyIkhUGKuc9vsWibHnBs4w91ql_/s400/IMG_2677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633939375394786770" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjIr_pK0FPKQQO42qunu2nkCWMwAdz6bZRgtjqxuFNKyfTlz7BbZqB2DhqilT1T41AAiPYZfdqb8H33CggkjQKJ-FnQxj_HFs01SHyF0UZOCfxPHYw-uxuG2wCr0nsHkbNdV9/s1600/IMG_2693.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghjIr_pK0FPKQQO42qunu2nkCWMwAdz6bZRgtjqxuFNKyfTlz7BbZqB2DhqilT1T41AAiPYZfdqb8H33CggkjQKJ-FnQxj_HFs01SHyF0UZOCfxPHYw-uxuG2wCr0nsHkbNdV9/s400/IMG_2693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633939894222980002" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaRA90Pw9EXYEqo0csI8Kgf1HWljH-8FTK0XlcWMs-hLsgefSwQc2E7c6djSfxMr44HTz9xKzZwnmXGHoPurYdc16myiI9u7pQyKyd3rvhrd0RrF2-mVAEwuM8Bprl2dVWDEB/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoaRA90Pw9EXYEqo0csI8Kgf1HWljH-8FTK0XlcWMs-hLsgefSwQc2E7c6djSfxMr44HTz9xKzZwnmXGHoPurYdc16myiI9u7pQyKyd3rvhrd0RrF2-mVAEwuM8Bprl2dVWDEB/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633940282105747650" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLGn00Wb24RK64BzDGuIKjCGNrsPkGHIuY5uw21qfLwCcspFn0iKJD5WsVy1S8bHNiByqlp-wr98vwDA2eFvZhBeVqB6RLh7-4D4MddCSDTJ4vGQn8NZDSc-SRfxysaxrml6j/s1600/IMG_2701.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjLGn00Wb24RK64BzDGuIKjCGNrsPkGHIuY5uw21qfLwCcspFn0iKJD5WsVy1S8bHNiByqlp-wr98vwDA2eFvZhBeVqB6RLh7-4D4MddCSDTJ4vGQn8NZDSc-SRfxysaxrml6j/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633940933951603442" border="0" /></a><br />Read about Ashraff's birth <a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-ashraff-big-day.html">here</a>, Aliff's birth <a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-member-in-family.html">here</a> and Aqieff''s birth <a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducingour-latest-addition.html">here</a>.rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-2737277223760282642011-05-24T08:18:00.002+08:002011-05-24T08:37:24.525+08:00Ashraff & Exam..Ashraff's mid-sem started yesterday. And seriously as a mother I have not done well to monitor and guide him..and am definitely not proud of it.<br /><br />I could only bank on his intelligence and hope that he doesn't make any silly mistakes like in the past. Thank God Hubby was around the whole week last week so he did manage to teach Ashraff few subjects.<br /><br />But that isn't the crucial part. The critical part is when Ashraff feel sick last Friday. He started to develop slight fever and liquid stool. And then it stopped for one day. Then on Sunday night, it started again. Although it's not like the normal case of food poisoning where you vomit and have frequent bowel movement, this time it's just one or two movement but it's in liquid form. I bought him to the clinic immediately. <br /><br />Yesterday, he started to lose appetite. Mak had to bring him to the clinic again to get an MC while I called up the teacher to tell him about Ashraff's condition. The teacher told me he has to take the exam or else it will be forfeited and there is a big possibility that he might drop to a lower ranking class next year. Alamak!<br /><br />So Mak again (to the rescue) drove him to the school and he took his exam in the school office. He started his first paper like any other students but he can move on to the next paper immediately. So all in all, he completed his exams (3 papers altogether) less than 1 1/2 hour. <br /><br />I don't know how he perform in such condition but I just hope and pray he will be able to answer all the questions well. <br /><br />As for now, I am not really worry about the exam but I'm worry about his health condition. He is losing weight and still the condition does not improve after 2 days. You see, after what had happened to <a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html">arwah Abah</a>, we are phobia when it comes to stomach problem. I hope that nothing serious has happened to Ashraff and it's just a temporary situation. We plan to bring him to see paeditrician once his exam is over and if the condition still persist. <br /><br />For now, just pray that he is okay..keep on praying...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-33504823887234925482011-05-16T11:39:00.000+08:002011-05-16T11:45:47.780+08:00Handmade Gift for Teacher's Day.<div style="text-align: justify;">The boys are excited over celebrating Teacher's Day at school. Especially Ashraff who has new set of teachers this year. One week in advance he has started to write notes to the teachers with the message 'I Love You' and put it in an envelope. He told me he wants to give his teachers on Teacher's Day.<br /><br />Instead of having a plain white paper with brown envelope, I decided to bring him to our favourite stationery shop and bought few coloured paper stocks for him to make a proper handmade cards for his teachers. He decided to give his favourite teachers notebook as gift (ok yang ni tak handmadelah). Out of 9 teachers, he shortlisted to only 4 including his class teachers.<br /><br />Of course, Aliff jumped in the bandwagon and decided to give his teachers too.<br /><br />As for me, I intend to experiment with something new and decided to make paper bag from a normal envelope.<br /></div><br />So starting Saturday night, the boys are busy making their teachers cards...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAapagDW7A5YLMLAjB3z24vKN-a4tMRZyi6DQGDxLQ4AJ5-SusOStCRMAYqhBrnoIVXfqD7ZtWy1vJNv6FCrIgp8Rb_j1Hgf3AC7CNVn7F2pkjB3hZCCpmQJLbn97ijtYM5Y8E/s1600/2011-05-14+21.13.57blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAapagDW7A5YLMLAjB3z24vKN-a4tMRZyi6DQGDxLQ4AJ5-SusOStCRMAYqhBrnoIVXfqD7ZtWy1vJNv6FCrIgp8Rb_j1Hgf3AC7CNVn7F2pkjB3hZCCpmQJLbn97ijtYM5Y8E/s400/2011-05-14+21.13.57blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151101864906642" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYHVcIokig5lt_i6eQTw8XBU5BmtzzDZxob65ja4-RjLusKIzHfgoHANQwhcpQkSuEHipM9DBd6B9YqfFYg_NSCRLL1NkCyjgHmMSDLjuK-vbWNqFScDdPUbMrFzqw2DtvAqN/s1600/2011-05-14+21.14.59blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYHVcIokig5lt_i6eQTw8XBU5BmtzzDZxob65ja4-RjLusKIzHfgoHANQwhcpQkSuEHipM9DBd6B9YqfFYg_NSCRLL1NkCyjgHmMSDLjuK-vbWNqFScDdPUbMrFzqw2DtvAqN/s400/2011-05-14+21.14.59blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151501190216962" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs_n0GcZeZtbZWxBG2jp0F-2Pal5WHCzKJBL-pu4z5Nen5FjVjxOhAbnB-CEnOIBGpHliTNamSlVFcBY1NerDvGJrO68WaoUYv9cdEXfT6PAD1bTqGCZMqFXXDGHpukZW6AxJ/s1600/2011-05-14+21.17.36blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs_n0GcZeZtbZWxBG2jp0F-2Pal5WHCzKJBL-pu4z5Nen5FjVjxOhAbnB-CEnOIBGpHliTNamSlVFcBY1NerDvGJrO68WaoUYv9cdEXfT6PAD1bTqGCZMqFXXDGHpukZW6AxJ/s400/2011-05-14+21.17.36blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151777025613490" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8SkqrfLY-yfRP9CHLx5EU-kSdg8c8tFc-D3aYuw6hmOoHBVb1yxTtxAiWWQM9iYFOF-MQUWfezpyw7Ib2J5oKCrn6sY3hBCmRf4gjADStNX-qIrKQhCu2vDts_Gd5TUznjs_/s1600/2011-05-14+21.31.57blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8SkqrfLY-yfRP9CHLx5EU-kSdg8c8tFc-D3aYuw6hmOoHBVb1yxTtxAiWWQM9iYFOF-MQUWfezpyw7Ib2J5oKCrn6sY3hBCmRf4gjADStNX-qIrKQhCu2vDts_Gd5TUznjs_/s400/2011-05-14+21.31.57blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607151926054860482" border="0" /></a>And me with the paper bag...voila! I did it!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQm3xA8dlX7wkUzR7Wtc6axevR6YFXjTpy-Qx_vUNMh_A6nKF5Z9rHebo6Ox3MJ4MN4Y4HVYMSU4JrfL2Af0HPTPWsqDy1-LKDHG3TRx79jXtduz5m2NVUTmtiCSa9x_OmdNi/s1600/2011-05-14+21.49.43blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQm3xA8dlX7wkUzR7Wtc6axevR6YFXjTpy-Qx_vUNMh_A6nKF5Z9rHebo6Ox3MJ4MN4Y4HVYMSU4JrfL2Af0HPTPWsqDy1-LKDHG3TRx79jXtduz5m2NVUTmtiCSa9x_OmdNi/s400/2011-05-14+21.49.43blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607152504210128066" border="0" /></a>And here is the finish product...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3J5nJiXWJ_XEYme0O2-e7CgqPjBbxpHtiikgkq2rsmRBoPkB_H62ncc6HBak4BRBRKUUSiyXXtkJfFHIZfsCgN1p2aoBxNZ5AMKQc6HU7oHKJKsrx7v7lIByduJg0LuHyVNHx/s1600/paperbagashblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3J5nJiXWJ_XEYme0O2-e7CgqPjBbxpHtiikgkq2rsmRBoPkB_H62ncc6HBak4BRBRKUUSiyXXtkJfFHIZfsCgN1p2aoBxNZ5AMKQc6HU7oHKJKsrx7v7lIByduJg0LuHyVNHx/s400/paperbagashblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607153137778791762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Inside : A Handmade Card and a notebook.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippLYN4AjOgncCyP2uydoRoMsacbvq7Bv97O_SxU0Vysyggws6TWMqEfK2x_8VErlANyH5wY1y_38Tozj8BxMkjBs_rJQ-_X_mdGuBiEySWOgIDIsubeSHdCAZFWFEbXuCkZG1/s1600/paperbagaliffblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippLYN4AjOgncCyP2uydoRoMsacbvq7Bv97O_SxU0Vysyggws6TWMqEfK2x_8VErlANyH5wY1y_38Tozj8BxMkjBs_rJQ-_X_mdGuBiEySWOgIDIsubeSHdCAZFWFEbXuCkZG1/s400/paperbagaliffblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607153272303679506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I</span><span style="font-size:85%;">nside: A Handmade Card and set of scented candle. I also bought smaller scented candle for the rest of his teachers. He has about 14 teachers altogether.</span><br /></div><br />I guess this is going to be an annual event. And soon there will be Aqieff joining...<br /><br />Lama-lama sure dah takde idea nak bagi apa.rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-11660682757838143892011-04-24T20:05:00.009+08:002011-04-24T20:36:31.196+08:00International Book FairTwice in a row we visited PWTC. Last Sunday is for SmartKids expo & today is for the International Book Fair.<br /><br />Seriously it's been a loooonggg while I visited the Book Fair. I remember Mak used to bring me to the International Book Fair when I was young. That time it was held at Changkat Pavillion.<br /><br />Anyway, book has been the family's common interest..so we burn quite a hole in our pocket for purchasing books today.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WUIwpErTkVCePDws1GEeZ2pC4s_U_4Bw_k9BZDo6xC363_TmjoHOA-pKgMRgkXc4-JfGKdoQ03hB5Hnbn4v7B84DLbsAKmXktEIqv8wToVRzVGx7af0qjMkL9ZTb5gaR3nZ3/s1600/IMG_2587blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WUIwpErTkVCePDws1GEeZ2pC4s_U_4Bw_k9BZDo6xC363_TmjoHOA-pKgMRgkXc4-JfGKdoQ03hB5Hnbn4v7B84DLbsAKmXktEIqv8wToVRzVGx7af0qjMkL9ZTb5gaR3nZ3/s400/IMG_2587blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599121415384383378" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQEOX6cku5MIxy5xmFB5DDNn7UuVN8cr89toAPN2qr6lreqE4rwpZaN20-V8KENefBEIEc9YmpbYjHoag7rWjq_PctRVyZB2Ga2H1yqDuA18pF6K2cptUNALzRxkttG7OmL-l/s1600/IMG_2590blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQEOX6cku5MIxy5xmFB5DDNn7UuVN8cr89toAPN2qr6lreqE4rwpZaN20-V8KENefBEIEc9YmpbYjHoag7rWjq_PctRVyZB2Ga2H1yqDuA18pF6K2cptUNALzRxkttG7OmL-l/s400/IMG_2590blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599121788658912834" border="0" /></a>And somebody decided to get 'jiwang' a bit, so I bought myself this Malay novel. I can't remember when was the last time I read Malay novel..I think it's more than 5 years ago from my favourite Malay author, Lamia A1mal entitled 3 Wajah.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1gI86OWruvNEb7pfClppTkPb_gCw4ScxslbNebsCVV_WqooAAkTwHUoI0eYF_ji5wVRIg5Koe4o2kUhxULVsWOHeW34Qr89sIXYSvw6hI2YAuqA-ddfNLBtT1VT7hu1DnpYt/s1600/IMG_2588blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1gI86OWruvNEb7pfClppTkPb_gCw4ScxslbNebsCVV_WqooAAkTwHUoI0eYF_ji5wVRIg5Koe4o2kUhxULVsWOHeW34Qr89sIXYSvw6hI2YAuqA-ddfNLBtT1VT7hu1DnpYt/s400/IMG_2588blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599121620121365234" border="0" /></a>After that I always hesitate on buying one..afraid that some fictions have over-the-top lovey-dovey, too sentimental storyline. <br /><br />But this book seems to attract me and it so happens the author is there to promote the book..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZPWRKldwHQktmms75azhM5LYn2FUvDeT7b9J3rAGRq7HLnh97yOJlAUmmmWy80FqYn4WsdhGjEsftDc-a0YS139owoEMUnc51znf628mDe6jZ31xz8VKgpRHYcEibw3hF0UW/s1600/IMG_2589blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcZPWRKldwHQktmms75azhM5LYn2FUvDeT7b9J3rAGRq7HLnh97yOJlAUmmmWy80FqYn4WsdhGjEsftDc-a0YS139owoEMUnc51znf628mDe6jZ31xz8VKgpRHYcEibw3hF0UW/s400/IMG_2589blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599121701937706962" border="0" /></a><br />So just put on my reading gear, find time and start reading...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-39926428897931231842011-04-23T23:39:00.007+08:002011-04-24T00:59:50.400+08:00My brand new gadgetI'm not a gadget freak..I don't have a capacity to do it..<br /><br />So I will only get a new gadget when my old gadget is dysfunctional. And this time it involves my 3-year old phone. The casing broke, the screen got off and most importantly, the system keeps on hang/stuck so at times I could not received sms/calls on time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMjLuRpJyPEWIWWEJOKSdVAkrf6dzYcQii_-Ze8NrKvztLZfqUW9NfJ4cHAGS8U6jLotW3xTVpv6V5ap9QKBsyieGbbDM1MwOpPfbVsIYm9rqcVVIV-QJHevJwtcls-GDMt9q/s1600/IMG_2580blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMjLuRpJyPEWIWWEJOKSdVAkrf6dzYcQii_-Ze8NrKvztLZfqUW9NfJ4cHAGS8U6jLotW3xTVpv6V5ap9QKBsyieGbbDM1MwOpPfbVsIYm9rqcVVIV-QJHevJwtcls-GDMt9q/s400/IMG_2580blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598821359197014866" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkau9El7y64DlVoUOB9Iu7h9WaO05fF0SGcoXkd0NJOPGH4MvmgUGBW5hjqFSmfPqEUhxe2oOpusvT_HsBwM0K5JwKX9DUmqaD8zeqcTazGwsBjAHTzgJg7r6eib2RqSzv-XH-/s1600/IMG_2581blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkau9El7y64DlVoUOB9Iu7h9WaO05fF0SGcoXkd0NJOPGH4MvmgUGBW5hjqFSmfPqEUhxe2oOpusvT_HsBwM0K5JwKX9DUmqaD8zeqcTazGwsBjAHTzgJg7r6eib2RqSzv-XH-/s400/IMG_2581blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598822370735036482" border="0" /></a><br />So after almost two weeks of browsing the net, reading reviews, asking friends for feedback, I finally got myself a brand new gadget.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3Ga4AsVFj4ohvGiVBJoMM0H0l60t4ObOEFtU3zhgSgMDzRYthtPDhpdpy5qrjYReV4W-XVSR49oS86jg-oMnrufFPpzjKrRdh7nnfMDpDDQQ3Uk4vzZe3IHSgnJn-U5MduZh/s1600/IMG_2584blogh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3Ga4AsVFj4ohvGiVBJoMM0H0l60t4ObOEFtU3zhgSgMDzRYthtPDhpdpy5qrjYReV4W-XVSR49oS86jg-oMnrufFPpzjKrRdh7nnfMDpDDQQ3Uk4vzZe3IHSgnJn-U5MduZh/s400/IMG_2584blogh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598822614971284914" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieM1YPoBg0FfS0CuiThDTxISHVwYqkLq4XTOdFW5GyZjXko1WppsEE6e6AU8csIXPOXRsSBhyphenhyphenGkA8k2JYgFDXx8CYwlCBOHewL9S0QMcVUTEh1RuIGNyNGWd5FD5iRyQtUanNj/s1600/Samsung-Galaxy-S-Sports-The-Fastest-GPU-In-Android-Phones.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieM1YPoBg0FfS0CuiThDTxISHVwYqkLq4XTOdFW5GyZjXko1WppsEE6e6AU8csIXPOXRsSBhyphenhyphenGkA8k2JYgFDXx8CYwlCBOHewL9S0QMcVUTEh1RuIGNyNGWd5FD5iRyQtUanNj/s400/Samsung-Galaxy-S-Sports-The-Fastest-GPU-In-Android-Phones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598822030194915570" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_r4eHoO_F_Eboue44f6dDeH5H4HYcICKNIsMDuSm91VKSMpv2ViTFQTbhl7HlatF4rbPW0205FswTLRa_Nl64Qvkc1zkPXvxq72ZGUl2Pe1zAh3fPYjK1hyI-ViaEtCUblHNT/s1600/IMG_2583blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_r4eHoO_F_Eboue44f6dDeH5H4HYcICKNIsMDuSm91VKSMpv2ViTFQTbhl7HlatF4rbPW0205FswTLRa_Nl64Qvkc1zkPXvxq72ZGUl2Pe1zAh3fPYjK1hyI-ViaEtCUblHNT/s400/IMG_2583blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598823135839243666" border="0" /></a><br />Wuhuuu! Eventually, Rafiqah is on smartphone...I hope it is a wise investment.<br /><br />Currently, still in the <span style="font-style: italic;">godek-godek</span> mood...so many things to explore, it can be overwhelming at time. Yelah, kami budak baru belajar..<br /><br />Thank you so much Nokia 6220 for your wonderful companion for the past 3 years..I'm gonna miss you...<br /><br />Oh by the way, Mak also got herself a new handphone today, after more than 5 years. Nokia X3 with touch-and-type function. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSmLHIYIXz26E8QKdW95aSy9PBO5pPEBYYGane7bd8QPGzshsKM1TM3qdy0bAQ-clntwDNmnhxFz2gCTw2s_0Jp6vZETIk4sCFRgIjvMwZsagZ5nacJZkbAYBDfjNnUhE6Dlp/s1600/Nokia-X3-02-Touch-and-Type1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSmLHIYIXz26E8QKdW95aSy9PBO5pPEBYYGane7bd8QPGzshsKM1TM3qdy0bAQ-clntwDNmnhxFz2gCTw2s_0Jp6vZETIk4sCFRgIjvMwZsagZ5nacJZkbAYBDfjNnUhE6Dlp/s400/Nokia-X3-02-Touch-and-Type1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598824622434915250" border="0" /></a>Canggih mak aku!rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-56272863309996314352011-04-22T19:50:00.000+08:002011-04-22T19:50:11.101+08:00How do you shop for a Girl?<div>My dream, even before I got married, is to have a daughter. Primarily is of course because of the lovely girlish, pinkish, princess-like clothing. And then I have this visionary of accompanying them for a manicure, pedicure, spa and go into the you-comb-my-hair-i-comb-your-hair routine.</div><br />The thing is I grew up mostly with girls. Out of my 33 cousins, only 7 of them are boys and they are all way younger than I do. And I went to an all-girls school. So the thought of having a boy of my own, never seems to interest me.<br /><br /><div></div>But after having 3 wonderful boys, I lost touch of the 'girl world'. I learn to be tough and more aggresive, just to acclimatize with their world so that I do not feel left out.<br /><br /><div></div>I hardly look at the girls session everytime I shop. It's always t-shirts and pants with bright colors - red, yellow, blue, green and design with cars, balls, Ben10, Ultraman, Spiderman, Batman (and macam2 Man lagi).<br /><br />Now when we know that it's going to be a girl this time around, we know that we have to start shopping before I get even heavier.<br /><br />Okay, one thing, I still couldn't get over the fact that it's a girl. It's beyond my imagination. I need the gynae to tell me the gender everytime I went for a check-up..and I think I need to have at least two more ultrasound sessions before I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">betul-betul</span> convinced (kes teruk ni). Only then, I'll really shop for one. And trust me, by that time I will be very heavy.<br /><br />There was this one time when it so happened me and Hubby past by M0thercare. I told him let's see what we can buy for our girl (if it's really a girl). <br /><br />So, after 7 years of ignoring completely that session, for the first time I actually touched and belek-belek a girl's dress...and I went completely blank!<br /><br />"Kenapa tak menarik pun?"<br /><br />As opposed to the bright colours for boys, girls wear pastel colours - pink, lilac, aqua, soft yellow..<br /><br />"Malapnya!"<br /><br />"And femininenya...ada butterfly, ada flower..pastu gambar princess and fairy...<br /><br />"Lepas tu ada leggingslah, skirtlah, dresslah..ishk tak pandai nak pilihlah!"<br /><br />Hubby laughed hearing my comment.<br /><br />At last, we ended up buying the boys' clothes.<br /><br />Seriously, what happened to me after 7 years of buying boys' stuffs? <br /><br />If I'm convinced enough that it is going to be a girl, I better learn to shop for one...and I think I need a companion who can show me how to shop for a girl coz now I'm totally clueless!rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-7622576132998476832011-04-15T23:37:00.000+08:002011-04-15T23:37:07.332+08:00The Boys and LifeIt's been a very long while since I update on the boys..So beware, it is a long entry...<br /><div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">The Matured and Serious Ashraff</span> </div><br /><div align="justify">Do you know that Ashraff is currently wearing glasses? Yes! He does...since November last year. His eyesight is deteriorating and we noticed it since he always read very closely to the book. And when his kindergarten teacher told us that he always walked in front of the class to take a look at the whiteboard, complaining that he could not see at the back, we had to bring him to see an eye specialist. And goodness me, he currently has the power of 200 for each eye. That's a lot for a start! And this is not my proudest moment.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 218px; display: block; height: 232px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593978383807812754" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4f5eZO3rUYsOLlitCF7X7V9s3kNy5GU3-eQ51orMweLmo9AS8wp4wrWKxu-_vUWsullXhxBSVslYgw08KEJZLjgNRW9sFCa6k2MaQLeQipnrwKXC_pV2YmiQq7AP_n72ICH9Q/s320/IMG_2459-edit.jpg" border="0" /></div>I guess this runs in my gene as I started wearing glasses when I was in Standard One. Just like me, Ashraff has to wear specs because he read books with no proper lighting, which is very bad for the eyesight. Not because of using PC as he seldom does that. Anyway, is there a way to improve his eyesight especially at this tender age?<br /><br /><div align="justify">Oh yes, my boy is currently in Standard One for the past 4 months. It was rough start especially in the first few weeks as he had trouble finding his way to the right van to take him home...and then there is money issue - duit hilang, duit orang ambik, wallet tertinggal etc. There is also this classic situation where he left the entire school bag at school, and since he is in the afternoon session, so Ayah has to search for his bag at school during the night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3DxAstHA8xbPm2SUWgycx24SvE_YfGlo4nI-ywBh824uGh664qGuo8ULFHkeZh9P3fd5-pP-qARsDooiXt1-M3rxByscRRnX-UOR6XAx-NzPRxP5pjl1viuB7x9E7LkgOzQc/s1600/DSC_0919+copyblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3DxAstHA8xbPm2SUWgycx24SvE_YfGlo4nI-ywBh824uGh664qGuo8ULFHkeZh9P3fd5-pP-qARsDooiXt1-M3rxByscRRnX-UOR6XAx-NzPRxP5pjl1viuB7x9E7LkgOzQc/s400/DSC_0919+copyblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595814904797673858" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwlF3GUV65RbE0xsbcO-wgOcBO8584XhyEVbGj-XvVTipWwo0w60JWp2cwjlKCFqzK9eTtBPl2FfI2q7St4uktkB11wajC9tAHvHijhdECiXi8akffg8EAQGkEb1ZFCimFYDw/s1600/DSC_0897blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwlF3GUV65RbE0xsbcO-wgOcBO8584XhyEVbGj-XvVTipWwo0w60JWp2cwjlKCFqzK9eTtBPl2FfI2q7St4uktkB11wajC9tAHvHijhdECiXi8akffg8EAQGkEb1ZFCimFYDw/s400/DSC_0897blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595815123807659618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUFm1KTD-q_56_RGgiGTXfavynZlx16r82APzPgCAprSWHQx70rqubi_EKU3c2bhVdj7tlHcIV9CrI7VLbnc41UrwlspIdjPif5Lr8k7ptnoYO3HrOKtMqDl4WwB6B6PWF6be/s1600/DSC_0926+copyblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUFm1KTD-q_56_RGgiGTXfavynZlx16r82APzPgCAprSWHQx70rqubi_EKU3c2bhVdj7tlHcIV9CrI7VLbnc41UrwlspIdjPif5Lr8k7ptnoYO3HrOKtMqDl4WwB6B6PWF6be/s400/DSC_0926+copyblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595815531347329842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPi_s89OEMaJ6w81VVzsQfLXrQHre7o3TkndWFYOj2xs9DqSgntdFlQQw7FqfayayT9ofRMBaNZ-h3sjXSPI5JT8xUi_Q0lHPpRR9hLxeDRBlUP7d_qlMe-_HFEUf0owNjWZD/s1600/DSC_0858+copyblog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPi_s89OEMaJ6w81VVzsQfLXrQHre7o3TkndWFYOj2xs9DqSgntdFlQQw7FqfayayT9ofRMBaNZ-h3sjXSPI5JT8xUi_Q0lHPpRR9hLxeDRBlUP7d_qlMe-_HFEUf0owNjWZD/s400/DSC_0858+copyblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595814620725084802" border="0" /></a></div><div align="justify">But now he is coping well, alhamdulillah. We have trained him to pack his own schoolbag so that he could and would not blame us if we left certain things or books. We also tell him to listen carefully to the teachers' instructions as this is no longer kindergarten where there is some form of written communication between teachers and parents. </div><br /><div align="justify">Ashraff is no longer the tak-buat-homework-pun-takpe boy like he used to during his kindergarten days. Nowadays, he is very concern that he finishes all his homework as given. <span style="font-style: italic;">'Takut cikgu marah'</span>, katanya. I hope he'll stay this way forever. </div><div align="justify">And why I said he is serious? Because indeed he is. He cannot take joke lightly. I always tell him to chill, but I guess he is the studious one in the family..and being a big brother, he matures fast as he knows he is the role model to his siblings. And now that Ayah is in Johor during weekdays, he has to take up the role of the man of the house. If Ibu tak sempat monitor kerja rumah Aliff, then Ashraff will be the one who do it. He will teach Aliff and make sure Aliff finishes his homework. </div><br /><div align="justify">Now I'm training him to pray, at least Maghrib and Isya'. I told him that he is 7 years old now so if he doesn't do it that I will have to hit him with a cane/hanger. But so far, he is very cooperative in performing his solat. He has basic knowledge of it since he was in Islamic kindy for two years, except that after a while leaving kindy he tends to forget how to do it. We just need to remind and encourage him to do it..and hopefully if I can do it religiously enough, he can perform solat independently. </div><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><br />The Cheeky and Talkative Aliff</span></strong><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATx-jx_AOM75dS_cqxoiopzEUW3JR9nGFcC06PPLfQFPreYktXGPAgYp1GU80nNnT64tVk7J5V3LOcVHoAa4-W4qQwrnaZKSEelv_5r8Upch1siAH1wwgb_WWqh4jLdFQKQ6D/s1600/IMG_2522blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiATx-jx_AOM75dS_cqxoiopzEUW3JR9nGFcC06PPLfQFPreYktXGPAgYp1GU80nNnT64tVk7J5V3LOcVHoAa4-W4qQwrnaZKSEelv_5r8Upch1siAH1wwgb_WWqh4jLdFQKQ6D/s400/IMG_2522blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595817199581838386" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Aliff is going to be 5 this November. Still a chatter-box and I think he has the most word count in a day. He knows his ABC, 123 and Aliff, Ba, Ta well..and now he has started to spell and read simple words. He is still weak in spoken English. And I guess part of it is contributed by us. We seldom practice talking English with him. </div><br /><div align="justify">Being a 2nd child, he has the 2nd child syndrome with him. He loves to bother his brother, both older and younger brother. Rasanya KPI (key performance indicator) dia ialah "dalam satu hari kena buat at least one of them cry". Seriously, that irritates the brother..and me. </div><br /><div align="justify">He is not the type that you can slow talk to or negotiable. He just would not listen. Frankly speaking, he is the hardest to manage for the time being. </div><br /><div align="justify">But he is also the one who knows how to melt your heart with his smiles, action and soothing words. Unlike Ashraff who is more individualistic, Aliff is more sensitive to how I feel. He knows when I'm feeling down. In fact, he is the only one who always come to me and massage my feet, back and shoulder and talk to the baby inside my tummy. </div><br />He is also the joker of the family. He doesn't realize that sometimes the words that came out from his mouth are funny enough to make us laugh.<br /><br /><div align="justify">Aliff is so into 'susu kalsium'..a name he called for fresh milk. He no longer an eater like he used. Pretty hard to make him eat, so I'm now resorting to giving him multivits with lysine to increase his appetite. He hates it so much because of the sweet taste - both the tablet and liquid form. </div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">The Sweet Aqieff<br /><br /></span></strong> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3eP95-i9ZgK6tiQoH_sPs8JuJDsWb7nGjM7PSi678hU-W-rigAL8LC9-jd-T6sCnu6cPeQPCWbesF7M6h-PQqLQO_q5QYJe1uKhc2oqBzB2f-am-YNd6PnRgQoZn70RtNtUG/s1600/IMG_2471blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3eP95-i9ZgK6tiQoH_sPs8JuJDsWb7nGjM7PSi678hU-W-rigAL8LC9-jd-T6sCnu6cPeQPCWbesF7M6h-PQqLQO_q5QYJe1uKhc2oqBzB2f-am-YNd6PnRgQoZn70RtNtUG/s400/IMG_2471blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595816312223153362" border="0" /></a><div align="justify">Aqieff is going to be 2 in July, right after his sister/brother is born. Among the 3, I have to say that he has the slowest development in terms of speech, which worries me. Most people say it is just slow development, but I'm worried if it is more serious than that. </div><br />We went to see peaditrician last week and we were told that by this age, he has to know at least 10 words. I don't think he is anywhere near that. Yes, he understands instruction well and babbles a lot, trying hard to communicate with us, but no proper word comes out from his mouth. I'll wait until he is 2 years old and if things remain the same, I shall bring him to the speech therapist. Maybe, just maybe, it is slow development after all.<br /><br /><div align="justify">And lately he falls sick a lot. Almost every month he is on antibiotics. He is just like Ashraff at this age. I guess not breastfeeding them for long contributes to that, as Aliff isn't anywhere near that, so far. And just like Ashraff, he is also a choosy eater. Even at this age, he is still on cereal. We tried giving him porridge, but he will just throw up. But these few days he has started to show some improvement by wanting to eat rice. We gave him bit by bit as he still needs to learn how to chew and swallow. I think he will skip porridge completely and straight to eating rice.</div><p align="justify">He is also the easiest to manage so far, right from the day he was born. If not because of his illness which caused him to become cranky, Aqieff will usually play on his own or watch and interact with TV. Other than that, he will play with his brothers. He loves to dance to the music and I must say, he's good at it. </p>Despite the easy-going him, he still rise to the occassion everytime his brothers turns aggressive. He knows how to protect himself by turning himself into an equally aggressive little boy. He is catching up real fast with Aliff's height. If Aliff doesn't speed up, Aqieff might turn out to be taller than he is.<br /><br /><div align="justify">He is still my sweet lil Aqieff who loves to smile...</div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>The boys common interest</u></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong>1. <u>Books</u></strong> </div><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595450536044956834" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_pkKLvuJeMnhyFENiDfqHwtx9AFkNZMd3WVdHmpTRG4rdEYgCIquRvCUB71GJW7JEDN2VzjE7O8cMb84EDvuM8I1kKGuUsPT7lVXgqQ17ujvSBtQHKU89NtFXMaH11Ujs8MJ/s400/IMG_2540blog.jpg" border="0" />We don't have much toys in the house. But when it comes to books, it's a different ball game together. We have tonnes of them. We have a wall-to-wall bookcase, which placed all our books. Hubby of course with his CPA and MBA books. And me with my novels, arts and crafts books...and the boys, well, their books take the whole section...<br /><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 342px; display: block; height: 255px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593978881028097090" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRL-tdJ-07Fs9wZAtEm6gDgxsJ266vfny-rYnCKHM1B2MlmBDnb1eZuU-xL2dI_uo8ZiNgEUMajbJbJ7W8oY4EpWq_b2KbPAJKxFxRzjyMtuQmeVJlLZ6mYoesig3zN2HCC7nn/s400/IMG_2569-blog.jpg" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"><em>I bought the set of Time Publishing Encyclopedia when Ashraff was about 3 years old. Paid by installment for 2 years, and only now, I can see it put to full use. The two boys love it.</em></span><br /><br /></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 348px; display: block; height: 258px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593978680965339634" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIMn1G7K6CZfJ5j84t-iyA_JiLhG1U3PqHfaWSHZH035UJBIJK8F-EVWcutZUcB9vAGjowd4d5NfIuY5tu6sgbNw1D6YIrgJGnVI2aX6JyNBP-7YOgOr-m2JxYgbWYdneL_W2/s400/IMG_2568-blog.jpg" border="0" /></div>Not only on the shelves, but on their study table as well...<br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 335px; display: block; height: 230px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593980649674983186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_gDNhJSt7SUiJH4h9fOD7jZijiI0tb3vwWKUOasKf-RmLCeZZ4W78dcV7suxrgIQn2scavg_AYw7WtVLMBhy3o7FG59Zqkfe2MdoW9jD7O6r5JvfbR2tIL7gHTV51JQAtJxi/s400/IMG_2570.JPG" border="0" /><div>Specifically, Ashraff loves to read books about animals...encyclopedia that is. He knows detailed facts about animals..like how many types of snakes, which is venomous and which isn't, and which snake can be found where. And there are five classes of animals - mammals, reptiles, amphibians, bird and fish...and what makes each classes different. What is vetebrata and what is inverbrata...the difference between herbivor, amnivor and carnivor. Wow! He is like a our in-house zoologist. </div><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595446577699767154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNRS-Y_b9QElfnaZdUUQm0TOqsN7vg7gpN73Ur1JtoaYCS291602jU8n7ll2ZAMm0HS8k7GLWDG-EK-cVMLqCPa3g4FHv6-NmdCf30GVNC4N991rMJbVuChGVp-FwVh0RrvZU/s400/IMG_2551blog.jpg" border="0" />Aliff, on the other hand, loves robotics stuffs...machines, aircrafts etc. He told us he wants to be a pilot when he grows up. We told him to study hard and take care of his eyesight, don't fall into Ashraff's trap. </div><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 282px; display: block; height: 329px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595447033959966962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4HvQviwbx8ZUgWC4_ZyPKtNkPi8ij1kp2Rd54UMU1tP-UdSpwsoHcsjDMaKeDBJPf2BNKD8sh0FtFthYaWH9j8fV9zDR9MLCqMrDYd5ghn8xTsS1kpsHHspTGY82uzvBWcdE/s400/IMG_2567blog.jpg" border="0" /></div>Above is the kind of book Aliff loves, other than the normal colouring and sticker book.<br /><br /><div>Aqieff has started to follow suit. He not only look at the picture, but he also pointed at the words, and sounds as though he is trying to read. Bunyi macam mengeja pun ada. Funny. Of course, he is on board books, hasil peninggalan abang-abangnya. Most of them are still in good condition.</div><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 375px; display: block; height: 274px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595449597060494802" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJW6YaYplHUFV52YBg5m0BhIEArw_ZbPSa0N_Pd5XyCkxemm2Pvf4rUmJ4Td0A2NFVanAz2f_-aFMzTOWeJ5biz9q4vEZqAfC-x_2w11U8ys7V2GIw-8e-RSVpxjsAG0b5L_o/s400/IMG_2539blog.jpg" border="0" /></div><strong>2. <u>Drawing and scribbling</u></strong><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br />The boys adore drawing according to their interest. Ashraff will go for animals..and sometimes cartoon characters. He can even make out simple quiz for us or Aliff to answer.<br /><br /><div>Apart from that, he can write stories based on the illustration made.</div><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 269px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595448235848050210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp92TrbSz5l1nBbffAat2RLrBvYLwwVGirQq-UTvYQfn1LjKiN5kJoCUshBcXyU__60JrDZShYR_BWeoZEHemY9zK8DK3CUaPmuF3XtcqMfbJZuTrRec0PeTpUzFsU3sFE2BZ-/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" />There's this one time, he made a complete book with illustration and storyline.</div><br /><div></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPSqNvVfGYFYssp5a9TlrzOK3rX2McU6MhfMu67I6_2TygOL9s-uFIRL_8ydMgynoJww9w0XOz0HCXQHhlMQ2Z9DyqcxgqUDEiK3Y3ThgJJEGjifqzA3dgsR73tIS5iH-TR2G/s1600/blog2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPSqNvVfGYFYssp5a9TlrzOK3rX2McU6MhfMu67I6_2TygOL9s-uFIRL_8ydMgynoJww9w0XOz0HCXQHhlMQ2Z9DyqcxgqUDEiK3Y3ThgJJEGjifqzA3dgsR73tIS5iH-TR2G/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595827502412956402" border="0" /></a></span><div>Aliff is into robots and building. He is improving really fast in drawing.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbnFWnynz_sFt0V9gLnd5pYIwsbHoI2pPRhhws9_v066X9bILUOOfuR5ucG3Jyc10ofJ0yiB9L1lAQq4Iqo0BIUlPEeOyalXugy90n690_vJxHsRUHKd1WFMdhUSS0JQMiOOQ/s1600/IMG_2564blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbnFWnynz_sFt0V9gLnd5pYIwsbHoI2pPRhhws9_v066X9bILUOOfuR5ucG3Jyc10ofJ0yiB9L1lAQq4Iqo0BIUlPEeOyalXugy90n690_vJxHsRUHKd1WFMdhUSS0JQMiOOQ/s400/IMG_2564blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595827839745560322" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXZODZkFu3neYoq2xPS5XPxxwL_UGpd0U9ctBPZisZLLK_nRF8WWttmaUv57cInR5asvLmdQAoX8aVV3lCg1ti31UCkQDJq7M-4EjrDMIJMxp80FD7t-A0OYN_lJxRYKdfmIx/s1600/IMG_2545blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXZODZkFu3neYoq2xPS5XPxxwL_UGpd0U9ctBPZisZLLK_nRF8WWttmaUv57cInR5asvLmdQAoX8aVV3lCg1ti31UCkQDJq7M-4EjrDMIJMxp80FD7t-A0OYN_lJxRYKdfmIx/s400/IMG_2545blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828335027498370" border="0" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4mOqMASiRGAZ4dx-yvm_Lkyafe5ZUIr535RniKmsVoo4ugkGUTTOm0iYmBKP7Bs-Zs3u5LRz39i1eCrrE75JuIb75rwXY65m61sM0PgzeOoIV63jfREAVm4pwwMD_2k1mJ2m/s1600/IMG_2576blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4mOqMASiRGAZ4dx-yvm_Lkyafe5ZUIr535RniKmsVoo4ugkGUTTOm0iYmBKP7Bs-Zs3u5LRz39i1eCrrE75JuIb75rwXY65m61sM0PgzeOoIV63jfREAVm4pwwMD_2k1mJ2m/s400/IMG_2576blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828906294041970" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmImwOve6sruzfEmZyuldn7EVZtrcZMUHcAPAyqjQdPq1URbcIg2ZR5-6ij2mpNRf5cpuSqFRp-ExExGr5PZ733hmQlOx-XjddvAMuY8J5ugbRKGLwshkwEgAbWHcylZvDxak/s1600/IMG_2577blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQmImwOve6sruzfEmZyuldn7EVZtrcZMUHcAPAyqjQdPq1URbcIg2ZR5-6ij2mpNRf5cpuSqFRp-ExExGr5PZ733hmQlOx-XjddvAMuY8J5ugbRKGLwshkwEgAbWHcylZvDxak/s400/IMG_2577blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595829148115620162" border="0" /></a><br />Aqieff, emmm...just scribble. But at this age, he already knows how to hold pencil properly, just like his brothers.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hcq6yKVQuY4323bCyL9l4H8eyeu9Ipfwng1OdQe_pcSrN-m660RKQJVuT9O3kQBAZj6daJHMK5GTsxIfDyXTutQOc4Fz5naoKUov2Q3Dbm5uyF355rngWTxe_tq_VDEH6ANl/s1600/IMG_2552blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hcq6yKVQuY4323bCyL9l4H8eyeu9Ipfwng1OdQe_pcSrN-m660RKQJVuT9O3kQBAZj6daJHMK5GTsxIfDyXTutQOc4Fz5naoKUov2Q3Dbm5uyF355rngWTxe_tq_VDEH6ANl/s400/IMG_2552blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595826456693334338" border="0" /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 250px; display: block; height: 349px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595446169018004594" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmn4z3KKMgjjKgl3iKxPQMCyE2v35PQNW1XlCdbZJsxh03dnc27r-sHQFjTIfX27fCbdYv9esBl-2rYlb9KzNHfXtqWkvd4LjHse1H7bZlWUCpOGoo-K1cVxjLcb2Mo6pl5667/s400/IMG_2541blog.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. </span><u style="font-weight: bold;">Balik Kampung Trip</u><br /><br />The boys are always looking forward to a getaway at kampung. The things is we hardly could fulfill their request because Ayah has classes during weekends and even on long holidays. But now that Ayah has completed his MBA, we intend to go back to Pontian as often as we can. Plus, I look forward to the trip too.<br /><br />The boys like to main batu every morning...evening...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4k5jdFPzda2gMVQWtbT8be9notijV9Jc0RUb49x2cse3TlH4cC4vEWmet3XfDHscns-WErVvD4b9-pughw-lSbn-5tPHt4_48QybgyI0QzakSYOlxLTkXUNvlQrA2b_SLP9Zo/s1600/IMG_2462blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4k5jdFPzda2gMVQWtbT8be9notijV9Jc0RUb49x2cse3TlH4cC4vEWmet3XfDHscns-WErVvD4b9-pughw-lSbn-5tPHt4_48QybgyI0QzakSYOlxLTkXUNvlQrA2b_SLP9Zo/s400/IMG_2462blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595833291084114162" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1FMmtJ5b-r1Jus8LzZbvTTxjD3Ci_0Rr7Whpz8Ni797Z7io0rSbUpjCYCzk_kDQxV9GpJd1QhM_L7wchXzmZvbbH39cyTgF_siwuc4a5ocgB_HjudTu1ZEzhgTQcIXZrdMDy/s1600/IMG_2461blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1FMmtJ5b-r1Jus8LzZbvTTxjD3Ci_0Rr7Whpz8Ni797Z7io0rSbUpjCYCzk_kDQxV9GpJd1QhM_L7wchXzmZvbbH39cyTgF_siwuc4a5ocgB_HjudTu1ZEzhgTQcIXZrdMDy/s400/IMG_2461blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595833109637214082" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BkvfwA7UAC8tR1osXp_qh7F_mYCHLvnqBR3MDv8AUwEBTSu8lFDCze4x1_Wp5s__QDttk-tS7FR-QZwBgG3GBwKBSjGnYDj3iF6JriVO8dtmUgkJRHArTDx4Rgg3NhldTTCD/s1600/IMG_2467blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BkvfwA7UAC8tR1osXp_qh7F_mYCHLvnqBR3MDv8AUwEBTSu8lFDCze4x1_Wp5s__QDttk-tS7FR-QZwBgG3GBwKBSjGnYDj3iF6JriVO8dtmUgkJRHArTDx4Rgg3NhldTTCD/s400/IMG_2467blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595833694197144562" border="0" /></a><br />Fuhh! Finally...I've managed to complete this entry..after taking about 4 days drafting and editing. Now it's time to publish...tadaa!<br /><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-24168155779707501412011-04-14T22:12:00.005+08:002011-04-14T22:23:18.725+08:00Tooth Fairy datang rumah?12 April 2011 is another milestone for Ashraff.<br /><br />Buat pertama kalinya, gigi susu dia tercabut! Ayah dengan cekal hatinya telah menjadi dentist lalu mengikat dan menarik gigi yang goyang itu dengan benang. Ibu telah menutup matanya kerana berasa sangat gerun. Yikes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM8o4AuCEPdymTznp7rc5LaDSXojH4-pMygqrlO8qwUdOUoDqJQh9xfsOJ1Z_yql1chtNt5v9xNeajVH-6AziqeLylm6r8DJxTc3qcKUCLtIvMS_jQch49WaVvtbqGrPwgc_-/s1600/IMG_2573blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM8o4AuCEPdymTznp7rc5LaDSXojH4-pMygqrlO8qwUdOUoDqJQh9xfsOJ1Z_yql1chtNt5v9xNeajVH-6AziqeLylm6r8DJxTc3qcKUCLtIvMS_jQch49WaVvtbqGrPwgc_-/s400/IMG_2573blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595443939532587602" border="0" /></a><br />But it's pretty stubborn to fall, so the permanent teeth has started to grow..dengan buruk..alignment lari!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsFlY6mj2A3TsSdZk1er6mDcaLhs-ChRLAvpHdroUGWg_Lc52bMF4NZT6Ifh2wDaD3uOTP0COgCrpNb3f5tIW8dkPzJnloWMmmJH8n4eMu1XlbvZs_y6Itk9XSFejbfgPkod3/s1600/IMG_2575blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsFlY6mj2A3TsSdZk1er6mDcaLhs-ChRLAvpHdroUGWg_Lc52bMF4NZT6Ifh2wDaD3uOTP0COgCrpNb3f5tIW8dkPzJnloWMmmJH8n4eMu1XlbvZs_y6Itk9XSFejbfgPkod3/s400/IMG_2575blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595444224807279522" border="0" /></a><br />Seriously kena simpan duit for orthodontic treatment.<br /><br />And today another teeth fall out on its own. Bangun2 tidur je, gigi dah ada dalam mulut. Nasib baik tak tertelan.rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-87358545216411129102011-04-10T12:11:00.005+08:002011-04-10T23:01:14.759+08:00Life as a 'Single Parent'It's been one week since Hubby is off to Johor for work. I survived the first one week...yeay!<br />But it's not as smooth sailing, which is what I expected. It is a tough life..<br /><br />Basically, this is my daily weekdays schedule as a single weekday parent:-<br /><ul><li>Wake up at about 5.30-6.00 am., prepare breakfast for Aliff. Just a simple breakfast - nugget or sausage or sandwich..depends on what he wants and usually he tells me one day before.</li><li>Subuh prayer. Gosok tudung (I prefer to do this myself instead of asking the maid to do it).<br /></li><li>Prepare Aliff's school bag (if it was not done during the night) and Aliff's uniform + underwear + socks on the bed.<br /></li><li>Ensure that the maid woke up Aliff at 6.30 to prepare him for school. Ok, this is the most tedious task in the morning. Crying, wailing, nak-tidur-lagi and tak-nak-sekolah from Aliff. </li><li>Make Aliff eat his breakfast and drink his milk.<br /></li><li>6.50 am - woke Ashraff up, ensure that he brushes his teeth and make up his bed (lipat selimut, susun bantal, tegangkan cadar). Ashraff is a morning person so he has no problem in that area, alhamdulillah.</li><li>7.00 am - angkat Aqieff from his bed and leave the house for Mak's. Mak shall send Aliff to school as it is a bit too early for me to send him directly.<br /></li><li>Park our Innova at Mak's house..and borrow Mak's Honda to work. Sorry, I'm still not confident to drive an MPV to work. 7.10 am - leave for work. I have to leave early to ensure that I have the perfect parking spot. You see, I don't have a dedicated parking space at my office as I never drive to work before.<br /></li><li>8.00 am - reached office.<br /></li><li>9.00 am to 6.00 pm - work, work and work.</li><li>6.30 pm - reached Mak's house. Sometimes I'll fetch Aliff at school but most of the times, Mak did it for me.</li><li>6.30 - 7.00 pm - take a lil bit of rest. Lie down, put my feet on pillow.</li><li>7.00 pm - Ashraff is back from school. Ensure that he takes a bath, while I have my Maghrib prayer. Ensure that Ashraff performs his Maghrib prayer. For the time being, I'll monitor and guide him.</li><li>8.00 pm - we had our dinner - me, Mak and the boys.</li><li>8.30 - 9.00 pm - reached our home.</li><li>9.00 pm - ensure that Ashraff does his homework and do a little bit of revision. Aliff usually will join his brother - either learning to read, writing or drawing...or join Aqieff to watch TV. I'll ask the maid to look after Aqieff while I change to my nightwear and perform Isya' prayer.</li><li>Ashraff will pack his own bag based on his daily timetable. And I'll check to make sure his homework is done and the bag are packed accordingly. At times I just trust him as by then Aqieff is crying for me to put him to sleep. But Ashraff insists on Isya' prayer before he goes to sleep. So I'll carry and try to soothe Aqieff, while guiding Ashraff with his prayer.<br /></li><li>10.00 pm - the boys are ready for bed. Kiss them goodnight...and put Aqieff to bed. ZZzzz...</li></ul>Well, now that I put it in writing, it doesn't look tough as it sounds. But of course, in the middle of it all, there comes the time when the boys fight, cry, refused to listen to instruction etc, which in my condition, could drive me up the wall! And there are also time which I have to drive Ashraff to stationery store as he needs to buy some material for his Seni subject.<br /><br />Plus, Aqieff has not been well. He has a runny nose, cough and fever. Now he is still on antibiotics. And because he does not feel well, his sleep is disrupted. He will wake up few times at night crying and I had to soothe him. So, I haven't got much rest even during the night. There are two nights which I have to leave Aqieff to sleep with Mak's maid because I badly need a rest. Do I feel guilty? Yes! Yes! Yes! I never leave him (or any of my children) to sleep with maid, except at one time when I was admitted to the hospital. But I have to accept certain things in a positive way...just to keep my sanity.<br /><br />And I was still lucky as compared to many parent who are of the same situation as I am. One, because I have my mother with me. She helps me a lot, especially in terms of meal. At least, as I came back from the office, dinner is ready to be served. Two, Ashraff is kind, helpful and mature enough to alleviate my burden.<br /><br />Hubby does his fair share of responsibility, remotely. He ordered our groceries need online so at about 8pm at night, the things shall arrive at Mak's house. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Takyah lah you pergi G1ant,"</span> katanya. <br /><br />And for maid, well, I still need to send her home middle of this month. And so far, fat chance of getting a replacement in time. So I intend to move to Mak's house once the maid is no longer around. I don't quite prefer this notion as there is proper facility for the boys like study table or their own room. They have to sleep at Mak's room, and usually they'll wait for Mak to put them to sleep. Mak pulak has her own schedule, some late night TV series that she loves to watch. So, the boys will usually sleep late at night and ended up waking up late...Aliff will normally go to school at 8.30 or 9.00. Seriously, I don't quite like the arrangement. But I have not much choice, do I? I don't think I have the energy to handle all three + my big tummy alone especially during the morning rush.<br /><br />For now, all I can hope and pray is for Allah to give me good health and energy so I can handle the situation well. Have to admit, they are few times that I almost breakdown and cry as my body could not take it anymore...my feet are aching as I'm on my foot most of the times and my back is killing me. I'm not strong...but I'm trying to be one. I just hope that my kids..and Hubby appreciate my effort so far.<br /><br />Praying hard for things to get better...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-13457369718454448302011-03-30T19:00:00.004+08:002011-03-30T19:09:56.599+08:00Too many things on my plate!!<div align="justify">Ok, I'm getting heavier...that's nothing new here.. </div><br /><div align="justify">But on top of that there are some additions to my almost full plate.. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">1) <u>Maid</u></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="justify">Yup, we just got ourself a new maid. She came 4 days ago from Bandung with the help of my friend who deals directly from her Indonesian acquantaince. This particular maid is supposedly to become my friend's maid but due to urgency she has taken other maid, so this maid is given to me instead. </div><br /><div align="justify">We took her from my friend's house last Sunday...and exactly the next morning while I was busy preparing breakfast for Aliff, she came to me and told me that she has medical problem i.e. Hepatitis B. What?!! How does that happened? I was told by my friend that her medical record from the check-up done in Indonesia is clear. So where does this medical problem comes from? </div><br /><div align="justify">As soon as I arrived at the office, I rang my friend to tell her the news. She was shocked as she was told by the agent in Indonesian that the medical record is clear prior to proceed with making her passport. And this maid also told my friend that she has no medical problem. So siapa yang tipu siapa ni? Agen Indonesia yang tipu? Atau maid ni yang tipu sebab dia nak balik? </div><br /><div align="justify">You see, my friend told me that as soon as this maid arrived in Malaysia, she seems to have second thought about working in Malaysia..so she called up her husband, and her husband told her to return. Senang je cakap. </div><br /><div align="justify">So, at first we thought that this Hepatitis thingy is a made-up story for us to return her to her country. But we were wrong. Yesterday, my friend received the medical report via fax from the agent and from the record shows that indeed she has a minor Hepatitis B. So, from what I deduce here, the agent has cheated on us as according to the verbal agreement, passport is only to be done should the medical record is clear. Now, things do not turn out this way. </div><br /><div align="justify">And the maid did not know that she has to do a second medical check-up in Malaysia in order for us to 'legalize' her stay here. So when my friend asked her before, she said that she is okay. </div><br /><div align="justify">Now that things turn out this way, the maid is begging for me to send her home as she feels uncomfortable staying. But my friend told her to stay (her tourist visa lasted for one month) until the agent finds her replacement. </div><br /><div align="justify">The maid feels so stressed out with the whole scenario until she burns a hole in my maternity blouse while ironing. I take it as she did it unintentionally (lebih baik berfikir baik) but that does not stop me from being annoyed and mad at her. Dia fikir dia je stress, how about me? Duit dah keluar, maid tak dapat...gee... </div><br /><div align="justify">We'll see how things go today. But for the time being, we hope and pray we could get a replacement maid as soon as possible without burning further hole in our already burned pocket. </div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">2) <u><u>Relocation</u></u></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="justify">In the midst of maid's problem, Hubby just got a letter this afternoon from his management for his relocation to Johor. This is not something new to us as we are already expecting this since end of last year. But now that reality strikes, I feel so emotionally unprepared. Wow...to think of not having Hubby around to assist me with the kids are something a bit too unbearable. I know there are a lot of wives and mothers out there who are of the same position as I am going to be, but they may be super-wife and mother but I am not. </div><br /><div align="justify">Yes, I have a mother who lives nearby...and maybe a helpful live-in maid one day. But the responsibility of raising the children still lies with us...so not having him around to help, is a tough scenario for me. </div><br /><div align="justify">And to top it all off, the letter stated that there will be no salary adjustment for him i.e. he is promoted to a higher position with the same salary earned. What?!! I really don't believe this! Our cost of living will increase substantially...with rental and 2 cars to maintain (one in KL and one in JB), cost of him going back and forth every weekend...and yet no salary increment?! You got to be kidding! </div><br /><div align="justify">All this while, I thought having to make emotional (and perhaps physical) sacrifices without him around is substantiate with at least a better financial position (although that is nothing compared to his presence in the house)...but now with this news? Our lives seems to be deteriorating in two ways - emotionally and financially! </div><br /><div align="justify">Seriously now I could not think straight. There are two many things on my plate...belum selesai masalah maid and now this... </div><br /><div align="justify">I feel like bursting out... </div><br /><div align="justify">Please oh please make this easier for me...</div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-56417927661661427592011-03-22T20:15:00.006+08:002011-03-23T18:53:01.088+08:00Something that I have in common with Victoria Beckham......is definitely not her net worth!<br /><br />But having three boys to raise...and a baby girl coming along the way!<br /><br />Alhamdulillah, after having 3D/4D scan last Saturday, it is somewhat confirmed that we are expecting a baby girl as our fourth child...<br /><br />How do I feel about it?<br /><br />Let me quote Mrs Beckham <em>"We are still in shock. After having 3 boys, you sort of expecting another one, so finding out there is a little girl in there is suprising..."</em><br /><br />Yes, that's exactly how I feel...nervous, shocked, unbelievable!<br /><br />The most excited one in the family is Abang Ashraff.<br /><br /><div></div><div>He told me that I can now start shop for pink...and light purple. Yup, he associates those two colours with girls. And this baby sister will enjoy playing Barbie..and dress up like a princess. He also told me that he will have a sister who shall be schooling at CBN (<a href="mailto:C0nv@nt">C0nv@nt</a> Bkt Nanas), just next door to his school. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yup, he is very excited. </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>And am I as excited as him?</div><div></div><br />Emmm...biasa je. Still in shock.<br /><br />After all, it's better for me to feel this way rather than feeling over the moon, as nothing can beat the power of Al-Mighty. He has the power to change everything, even at the very last minute.<br /><br />As for now, we only hope that the baby is born safe, healthy and perfect, just like my past three deliveries.<br /><br />Please pray for my safe delivery which shall take place this summer...i mean, June, insyaAllah.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587220552216967378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSdCJ_12vgwg7ah19pBgogUpnbusfflcGxS40Vhyphenhypheni85FE3UlOBXLo67hw28Fk3ISOcVKl-zTc1yQlu9MHD_MZd9hBwlvgug590DX-EJM6qh5O21Vy2wIiFzE-r0afchUuhz0y/s400/family.jpg" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">"Kalau betullah dapat baby girl, she is such a lucky girl to be bless with three brothers to protect and love her dearly, insyaAllah..."</span></em><br /></p>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-33330991554512144042011-03-09T09:40:00.004+08:002011-03-09T15:05:54.846+08:00What an eventful day!Oh well...it's 2011 and this is my first entry for the year...and it's already March.<br /><br />Wow...so many things that I've blogged in my mind but never got the chance to write it down.<br />Our Perth trip in November 2010, Ashraff's first day in Standard One, my pregnancy so far, Aliff and Aqieff's development...<br /><br />But today, I really need to pen this down...it's about what happened yesterday.<br /><br />Hubby is outstation for one week. Since Hubby is not around, I had to drive to work...with the almost 20 years old kereta merah kepunyaan Mak. The car, looking at its age, has lost its alarm function, so we had to manually lock the car, and you have to do while you are inside the car with the driver's door open, come out from the car and close the door. Pretty tricky.<br /><br />So basically you can guess what had happened.<br /><br />Yeah, yeah..of all the day, I left the car key inside the car while the doors are all locked. It was raining heavily so with my hands full of things - umbrella, paper bag lagi, I completely forgotten to take the key from the car while I locked. I got to find out..bila lagi, masa nak baliklah. Berpeluh-peluh cari kunci rupanya ada dlm kereta. Gee!<br /><br />I immediately called Mak to check whether there is any spare key at home, and thank God she said yes. So, I decided to take LRT and taxi back home, took the spare key, asked Mak to drive me back to LRT for me to take the car home. But alhamdulillah, on my way to LRT, a colleague of mine passed by and gave me a lift. The first comment I got when I reached home is "Dah macam Ashraff pulak, tertinggal-tinggal benda...". Hahaha...mana lagi tumpahnya kuah kalau bukan ke nasi...<br /><br />After dinner, me and Mak (accompanied by Aliff) went to Melawati to re-print Ashraff's passport photo as the school requested for it (apparently the one we gave them during registration got lost in the midst of 1001 documents).<br /><br />Then Mak was kind enough to drive me to the office despite her not being well.<br /><br />At almost 10.00 I reached home safely. Problem settled. Now, it's time to check on Ashraff's homework, and to pack the boys things for school tomorrow, settle them for bed so that I could get my rest. The boys are left upstairs to watch TV.<br /><br />Things are not settled there.<br /><br />Suddenly I heard Ashraff shrieking from upstairs "Ibu! Tolong! Aqieff terkunci dalam bilik Tokmak!" and Ashraff started crying "Aqieff! Aqieff!"<br /><br />The first thing that came to my mind is "Gosh! The keys are all in Mak's room! Pleaselah ada satu set lagi kat luar.."<br /><br />I ran upstairs but Mak reached there first (yelah, agak payah mak buyung nak lari).<br /><br />Mak pulak menjerit "Ya Allah! Aqieff selak pintu...Pujuk dia utk cuba bukak selak while Mak think of a way..".<br /><br />By that time, Aqieff has started to cry...so Abang Ashraff nangis kat luar, Aqieff nangis kat dalam...<br /><br />I tried to console him and tried to ask that 1 1/2 year old lad to release the latch, but it is all in vain. Aqieff's cry was getting louder..and panic strikes me. Apa lagi, I tried to kick the door...imagine mak buyung kicking the door..buruknya! That only lasts for few kicks because I know that's not the way to solve the problem.<br /><br />By then, I've started crying while trying to console Aqieff. Tetiba dengar bunyi macam Aqieff terjatuh. So, I kneeled down and said to him between my sob "Aqieff jatuh ye? Bangun Qieff..bangun!". My cry is getting louder...and so did his..<br /><br />Since Hubby is not around there's no man in the house, so we had to call Syafiq (sedara) for help. We waited anxiously for him...and that seems to be the longest time in my life...<br /><br />I tried to selitkan kertas bawah pintu..and I could feel Aqieff pulled the paper. I feel connected to him...and the only thing that seperates me with Aqieff at that time is the thick wooden door...Only God knows how much I want to hug and kiss him.<br /><br />After 1/2 hour, Syafiq arrived. He climbed the stairs to reach for Mak's bedroom window. I didn't see him in action as I was at the door trying my best to be with Aqieff. But all I could hear that there is a loud sound, mcm org bertukang..and the next thing you know, the door is opened...and I could see Aqieff terduduk atas lantai.<br /><br />I grabbed him, hugged and kissed him as much as I can.<br /><br />He was wet with sweat and tears after 45 mins being locked in the room...and also blood. Yes, blood! It was all over his t-shirt, hand and face. My God! I think he must have fell down and cut his lips as it is swollen. To my suprise, the wall next to the door is also painted with his blood. Horrific sight for me!<br /><br />All in all, it was a tiring day for me and the rest of the family. Both of his Abangs are very quiet after the event as they are both guilty for entering Tok Mak's room without permission and left Aqieff there alone.<br /><br />We learn our lessons...the latch which is within the reach of a toodler, has to be removed. Yep, after 7 years of having kids in Mak's house, we don't think the situation will happen...but it does happened...and Aqiefflah mangsanya.<br /><br />At about 12 am, the boys are finally put to sleep and I got to settle myself in bed and inform Hubby about the whole day event. Yes, it is an eventful day for me!<br /><br />Hope today and the rest of the week are brighter and smoother...sebab kalau hari2 ni macam semalam boleh sakit jantung, sakit badan, mcm2 sakit dibuatnya.rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-66284111478794966452010-11-10T16:44:00.001+08:002010-11-10T16:45:02.995+08:00What's in store for 2011?<div>Hello! I'm backkkk....home sweet home....<br /><br />Oh yes, I should have make an entry about our Perth trip but instead I intend to complete and publish this entry first. I have been drafting this entry for the last two weeks but still haven't got time to complete it.<br /><br />Shall talk about Perth in the next entry...<br /><br />2011...still another two months to go...but for me here, I could feel the heat already. There's so many things in store for that year which makes me shiver everytime I think of it. Let me see what we got in store...basically there are 3 major events that will take place...<br /><br /></div>1. To begin with, Ashraff shall enter Standard One next year. That alone is a major shift for us and to Ashraff especially. To Ashraff, he will have to face bigger school, bigger school kids, new toilet, new teacher, handling of his own money, a more hectic timetable, lots of homework, heavier subjects etc.<br /><br />And to us having to deal with the above could cause a lot of headaches. We have to be stricter serious parents when it comes to making sure that he finishes his homework on time. This means we have to do a lot more monitoring. With another two smaller kids in tow plus no helper, that can be a great hurdle for us..I hope we can managed..and I hope Ashraff can makes things easier for us..<br /><br />2. Hubby..is seconded to Pasir Gudang for two years...starting this December. He shall be going to Johor to train two new executives. Together this with this secondment is a promotion. The Board has approved for this secondment and Hubby is only waiting for the official letter of appointment. So basically it hasn't 100% confirmed as yet...but big probability is there.<br /><br />Me, I have no choice but to support him. He is looking forward for a promotion so this is one good opportunity for him. Plus the money is good - increase in salary and allowances. But deep down, I dont like the idea of long distance relationship. I've heard of too many marital problems arise when husband and wife live far apart. My initial plan is to take a 2-year unpaid leave and follow Hubby to Johor. But then, not having any support system in the form of Mak Ampang or a maid could cost me a lot of trouble. Hubby will be working and I will be taking care of the kids alone for at least 10 hours in a day. That could drive me insane! I can never be a typical housewife...I'm not up to the challenge. <br /><br />So the next best thing is to stay in KL. Hubby will be going back every weekend for his MBA classes. Well, at least for the 1st 6 months of 2011, I'll see him during weekends. After that, it's all up to him.<br /><br />In this case, let me correct my last sentence in item (1) above. With 2 small kids in tow, no helper, and no Hubby to help, it's a major hurdle for me...I don't know whether I can handle it. And that brings me to no 3...<br /><br />3. I'm 8 weeks pregnant. I'm due somewhere in June next year. It was totally unplanned. Well, at least not this fast. Dah rezeki...so I accept it with an open heart. So I'm expecting another 20 kilos extra weight next year...just like my other pregnancies. <br /><br />This time around, the first trimester wasn't as bad as with Aliff or Aqieff. I have minor nausea...threw up few times but other than that, I'm fine. <br /><br />I have bring up the notion to get a maid. I really think handling 4 kids aged 7 years old and below is something that I could not manage alone. <br /><br />I don't know..there's too many things to absorb at one go. Seriously, if you asked me, I'm scared to face the incoming days...I just pray hard that Allah will make our life much easier...<br /><br />Oh yeah, basically the reason why I intend to post this entry first before the holiday entry is because I don't want people to see me in my holiday photos and wondering "gemuknya Rafiqah..."...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-11900038584732917502010-11-03T07:56:00.006+08:002010-11-10T16:04:07.638+08:00Meeska, Mooska, It's Aliff's Birthday!Yesterday was Aliff's 4th Birthday!<br /><br /><div> </div>Dah besar dah budak breastfeed Ibu...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XmAMr3_fvLmrpcvZfu3k9_Fi3I5eMzmPTyGGL5g0dpTfG1ZKm7EimoVsOjAfX1npQsh_p1kjE-snp8c0fGhh8XUiM_VASlQeqDH6PToJ6hyVT26DmwgxOys4310ADYlGEvMg/s1600/IMG_1910blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XmAMr3_fvLmrpcvZfu3k9_Fi3I5eMzmPTyGGL5g0dpTfG1ZKm7EimoVsOjAfX1npQsh_p1kjE-snp8c0fGhh8XUiM_VASlQeqDH6PToJ6hyVT26DmwgxOys4310ADYlGEvMg/s400/IMG_1910blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537827616123635618" border="0" /></a><div> </div><br /><div>We had a very small do with only the cake and no other guest except for the usual members of the house...and Mak Pontian. Mak Pontian is here, all ready for the holiday trip.<br /><br /></div><div> </div>Since Aqieff's birthday in July, Aliff has been asking for his birthday celebration with Mickey Mouse as its theme. The thing about Aliff's birthday is that there is a 2 months gap between his and the rest of the family members (mine-June, Aqieff-July, Ashraff-August, Ayah-September), so his is almost.forgotten...or should I say, the birthday spirit is gone (that's why the plan is to have one in October to bridge the gap).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopt512AHnR2QSEz1oWl21qp2vn4Bqig5HqFeRdD4v2mKeC0YzxkCaXE6DACAXpmazKEZ1iiTImFJr6sjuITXLs3OmZrWBVdM55mB8ds3OMXM5Xl-BY-INc51OwRPhh_8tihdP/s1600/IMG_1905blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopt512AHnR2QSEz1oWl21qp2vn4Bqig5HqFeRdD4v2mKeC0YzxkCaXE6DACAXpmazKEZ1iiTImFJr6sjuITXLs3OmZrWBVdM55mB8ds3OMXM5Xl-BY-INc51OwRPhh_8tihdP/s400/IMG_1905blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537827090437478402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0G19K_qddSnz_UJHOdQ_Pe9-GlP3Ws-NxPCIkn1S6md8VDGlcJDO2sXIlRfVqOuxW68mUQua_HJKsHvTQs5n-_h7lc4xVy3gliXw09fX7HIYdZMiqVktRZRqoIhmopT4lsCWh/s1600/IMG_1914blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0G19K_qddSnz_UJHOdQ_Pe9-GlP3Ws-NxPCIkn1S6md8VDGlcJDO2sXIlRfVqOuxW68mUQua_HJKsHvTQs5n-_h7lc4xVy3gliXw09fX7HIYdZMiqVktRZRqoIhmopT4lsCWh/s320/IMG_1914blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537827980847898322" border="0" /></a><div> </div><br /><div>Aliff wanted to have his birthday at school just like Abang Ashraff, but I somesort of disagree with his request. For me, the birthday celebration at school should be when he is 6 years old since that is his last year at kindy.<br /></div><br /><div>So, with birthday spirit gone and Ibu isn't in the mood to make goodie bags, all we did yesterday was cake-cutting of the 1kg Mickey Mouse's cake at Mak's house. Me and Hubby are still wearing our office attire...and Aliff is wearing his day care attire.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52k1Rhtdr4FVR0yshyphenhypheniJGa8Oqex1TX2NV2dpwHBX1sZ2qKbZx6LZO_ozVsIRl4Cx98iWnLtMrOTq65SpwRwajw620YwTkWomAgguWSWMxV5g-iSh3vhsGygqPbBhQsij9XJmX/s1600/IMG_1900blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52k1Rhtdr4FVR0yshyphenhypheniJGa8Oqex1TX2NV2dpwHBX1sZ2qKbZx6LZO_ozVsIRl4Cx98iWnLtMrOTq65SpwRwajw620YwTkWomAgguWSWMxV5g-iSh3vhsGygqPbBhQsij9XJmX/s400/IMG_1900blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537826838281090434" border="0" /></a><div> </div><br /><div><em>"Mana baju birthday Aliff?,"</em> asked Mak Pontian</div><br /><div><em>"Aliff nak pakai baju birthday kat Perth nanti...nak potong cake pun kat Perth,"</em> replied Aliff dengan muka selambanya...</div><br /><div> </div>I'm like what?! Another cake in Perth ke?!<br /><div> </div><br />But kids being kids, despite the small do, Aliff was in jovial good mood yesterday..and so does the other two boys.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY, DEAR ALIFF! </div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">We all love you dearly. </span><br /></div><div> </div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-86924297548542340522010-10-31T11:45:00.001+08:002010-10-31T11:47:14.785+08:00Countdown to Perth...We're almost there...4 days to go...<br /><br />Alhamdulillah, the kids are back in their pink of health. Hubby is currently on his semester break, 3 weeks of holiday for him. So, we are all basically prepared for the trip...except maybe some warm clothing for Ashraff, which we are going to shop by this evening. Yesterday, we've bought a new stroller for Aqieff. It was a good buy, but then again, it's not into our initial budget. Our old stroller..hmm..time2 nak pergi ni pulak buat hal...<div> </div><br /><div>Ashraff has been counting days since last month. He is the most excited one in the family when it comes to this holiday trip.<br /></div><div> </div>Me...I'm wishing for a good health. Hasn't been well for the past two weeks...and it's getting worse...<br /><br /><div> </div><div>Unlike for the Sydney trip, where the 'holiday folder' was prepared by me, this time around, I just leave most of the planning and organizing part to him. You see, to us who travels with small kids, a 'holiday folder' is important so that the trip is planned well.<br /><br /></div><div> </div>But Hubby's holiday folder is excellent! He took the extra mile to come out with a neat and exciting folder. Check it out!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The Cover (for your fierce eyes only...hehe..)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GSroNZMgL0p-SjiYJ141_fLva7fRph0Y9DBioKtGgwjH3oUrmuCeDwi0_TaPSGYq9LhyphenhyphenvxpLEi2LQ9LtaDYzH5g2bUyd2WRJmswuxv6EY6OdTnY4mfNoU2BTgnO-KyZj37rM/s1600/IMG_1881blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-GSroNZMgL0p-SjiYJ141_fLva7fRph0Y9DBioKtGgwjH3oUrmuCeDwi0_TaPSGYq9LhyphenhyphenvxpLEi2LQ9LtaDYzH5g2bUyd2WRJmswuxv6EY6OdTnY4mfNoU2BTgnO-KyZj37rM/s400/IMG_1881blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534043872310729026" border="0" /></a><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Inside...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlbXs2ejyh1HDavtTkzfulFv_45cWw3GeLceOr_j3uWb8y8i2vDtDUtX33m4tSS4d0Lb-64Y0Q1KSzvnxI2E5QxGrZ5HxMLx3g5IyJYP0Tysbqbn2R7hfvFh9odugk2r7xkg2/s1600/IMG_1882blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqlbXs2ejyh1HDavtTkzfulFv_45cWw3GeLceOr_j3uWb8y8i2vDtDUtX33m4tSS4d0Lb-64Y0Q1KSzvnxI2E5QxGrZ5HxMLx3g5IyJYP0Tysbqbn2R7hfvFh9odugk2r7xkg2/s400/IMG_1882blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534044475776657154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >The 4 days itinerary</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtkrr1_oWjLBl8F03KDV3UttfGJWYIPiayjdnD2K71Ao84b4GJeIo5xOq_JcfZgQeg5rzojerOJN2FuDp_5_2t9nO2qJ50CtCxwbACTD0EIXL5-uNsePLmveBQU0mXZbVFInR/s1600/IMG_1883blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKtkrr1_oWjLBl8F03KDV3UttfGJWYIPiayjdnD2K71Ao84b4GJeIo5xOq_JcfZgQeg5rzojerOJN2FuDp_5_2t9nO2qJ50CtCxwbACTD0EIXL5-uNsePLmveBQU0mXZbVFInR/s400/IMG_1883blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534045142616230066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >General Info - weather, prayer time, halal butchers and restaurants</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmta4kinilLtpydQe7m5MhX_9BHLCFoPfYbc2TDa6fDjU4gHwvMb-TFrZnXUZfO1x1gwr8OCydNsOwaznLqr-bWv1t0Ycye1nzTU8fXUEf_gy97aFwi18sqKKI5yaUOiouCgzD/s1600/IMG_1889b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmta4kinilLtpydQe7m5MhX_9BHLCFoPfYbc2TDa6fDjU4gHwvMb-TFrZnXUZfO1x1gwr8OCydNsOwaznLqr-bWv1t0Ycye1nzTU8fXUEf_gy97aFwi18sqKKI5yaUOiouCgzD/s400/IMG_1889b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534046940162402290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >Apartment booking confirmation</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqGRo1jfY03ftkpnzB0SUvAbsHDAmxjAhyphenhyphenrtBSglpEErFHs7nCvCcGLzMuO6q_kuL6DOfTWYJM_DoRrHNQ3d2bNp_ianUbaa0AdusOVAQ0ZhnXUUGAD-ivThbJc0h5kT-VGip/s1600/IMG_1884blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVqGRo1jfY03ftkpnzB0SUvAbsHDAmxjAhyphenhyphenrtBSglpEErFHs7nCvCcGLzMuO6q_kuL6DOfTWYJM_DoRrHNQ3d2bNp_ianUbaa0AdusOVAQ0ZhnXUUGAD-ivThbJc0h5kT-VGip/s400/IMG_1884blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534045362555070546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >Car rental booking confirmation</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQ2_UXNlx_0jVppfKGsxQ3q5q-2eUxDzxIIOXShA72QcV1QaEkJaXWN2krvqr2QLOwqGDqQk8Jn8W-_17xySQT4nXdEhZb-splW_8uy4MwrNM5Mti_Gl7DOAuS7dWiHdHWl4q/s1600/IMG_1885blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQ2_UXNlx_0jVppfKGsxQ3q5q-2eUxDzxIIOXShA72QcV1QaEkJaXWN2krvqr2QLOwqGDqQk8Jn8W-_17xySQT4nXdEhZb-splW_8uy4MwrNM5Mti_Gl7DOAuS7dWiHdHWl4q/s400/IMG_1885blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534045662049202642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Bus timetable</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvAsu2H3yZEqc5AGm2yzBOjSjcZWSTOTvzv9qih0b1cDyZ1Ryas2Hw6CjPd6yYQMfOza2m0hXTThApxns0uMPxFr4CVyLan_sAMtGvdg7ytajFu740FNu9jOlBq4AVpFGkERo/s1600/IMG_1886blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXvAsu2H3yZEqc5AGm2yzBOjSjcZWSTOTvzv9qih0b1cDyZ1Ryas2Hw6CjPd6yYQMfOza2m0hXTThApxns0uMPxFr4CVyLan_sAMtGvdg7ytajFu740FNu9jOlBq4AVpFGkERo/s400/IMG_1886blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534046096591488034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">City Map</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AKi5AUy2D5u49nqFSDn8ULpBYcO3MUy6WUtIV3H8TMigug1dMAzHGSxA-mL0vkPN-CTHNzl3Owm7BOoNKmu3EffsHX_Rolwb5F-GZEWTCt8c9SSvB_mVpsRISAtvvJf3kgZd/s1600/IMG_1891b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AKi5AUy2D5u49nqFSDn8ULpBYcO3MUy6WUtIV3H8TMigug1dMAzHGSxA-mL0vkPN-CTHNzl3Owm7BOoNKmu3EffsHX_Rolwb5F-GZEWTCt8c9SSvB_mVpsRISAtvvJf3kgZd/s400/IMG_1891b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534047221544683826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iEi5JnNapBbIsHxyxAwlFf6nNyL-Wf-Sc66eGvyfYOstLHy6zqOuLXcz1xvHLXG2Xky6x866NdiiXK2QOCB01NFq9FD7mWQatATamtq02JkhwqUEMGVtYtK8vLya4CPOOMy2/s1600/IMG_1890b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iEi5JnNapBbIsHxyxAwlFf6nNyL-Wf-Sc66eGvyfYOstLHy6zqOuLXcz1xvHLXG2Xky6x866NdiiXK2QOCB01NFq9FD7mWQatATamtq02JkhwqUEMGVtYtK8vLya4CPOOMy2/s400/IMG_1890b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534050434568715394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">General info - on places to visit</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUINb6O7jGmIEX5Rh16VKg_aEe021nefnMFoYnP1N5ttiX1n2UiN6_nMZWZBkGD6uhEPP__wQlnGSejFgbJSQpw8ZH-cNhlBXllsa_vfVdqiEBJLJsiqtHv0nVWxNcZNDJAePm/s1600/IMG_1888b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUINb6O7jGmIEX5Rh16VKg_aEe021nefnMFoYnP1N5ttiX1n2UiN6_nMZWZBkGD6uhEPP__wQlnGSejFgbJSQpw8ZH-cNhlBXllsa_vfVdqiEBJLJsiqtHv0nVWxNcZNDJAePm/s400/IMG_1888b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534046577489811458" border="0" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >Ashraff's reading material - sea animals to be found in Aquaria (or whatever they called it in Perth).</span><br /></div><br />Now that I look at it, where's the air flight confirmation?! Itu yang utmost important!<br /><br />Ok now, I'm excited to go.<br /><br />Cuma tulah, the anxiety part is still there, which like most airplane trip, I'm afraid of Aqieff's behaviour in the flight. The last trip we had to Kuching in April, he was crying non-stop during the touch down. Berpeluh jugak masa tu. Now that he can walk, I hope he can tolerate being stuck in a confined space for about 5 hours. Praying hard that everything went well...<br /></div><div> </div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-20710375823412380602010-10-26T07:00:00.001+08:002010-10-26T08:13:09.203+08:00About My MothersAfter looking through at my archives, I've realized one thing...I've hardly make any entry about my mother(s). Yes, I did mention them numerous times but not a single dedicated entry about them. I guess it's about time I post a memoir as a tribute to their dedicated time and patience throughout the years as my mothers.<br /><br />You see, when me and Hubby got married, we decided not to label our mothers as "Mak I-Mak you" or "My mother or my mother in law" instead we opt on using Mak Ampang and Mak Pontian, so both of them become 'our' mothers.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">My Mak Ampang</span></strong><br /><br />We are 30 years apart, which makes my biological mother 63 this year. Yeah, she got me when she was 30 not because she got married late but it took her 6 years to conceive.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531750057761500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvV2CD-HWs7X3vQ3cxHmawiSxvo9p-XUDr5_0qOhEIvGrOlsOXftiVkOgtVYf6_9g7uM_Swe9P4634WUPJPxZNqcDW846nzLo9qCM0Yk2r4AX_WhyB-Wetcqxm_Gy7_2JKv7zS/s400/58453_1183028311213_1693383651_359291_2023675_n.jpg" border="0" />When I was small, I remember Mak as being a fierce and strict mother. Tak sporting langsung! She is good at disciplining the keras kepala me. She prefers to adopt the canning system -rotan, hanger, belt - semuanya dah pernah rasa. Pernah kena cili mulut, pernah kena toreh tangan dengan kaca sebab pecahkan pasu kesayangan dia, pernah kena duduk luar rumah sebab bila dah Maghrib tak reti-reti nak masuk rumah, pernah dia habiskan semua makanan kat atas meja sebab tak makan dinner on time. Yikes! To think of it, Mak sangat garang, macam harimau!<br /><br />But she will come to you at night untuk sapukan ubat kat tangan yang dah berdarah kena toreh, atau kaki yang berbirat kena sebat, or she will cook a simple dinner in the middle of the night so I don't go to bed in hunger.<br /><br />Despite the fierceness (hehe), you hardly hear her voice. She does not nag. She does not scream. She is the quiet type. She hardly laughs. Paling kuat pun setakat ketawa dua harkat. But she smiles a lot. That is something that I learn from her. Smile to anyone that you came across with, regardless of age, race and status.<br /><br />All in all, she is a total opposite of Abah. Abah pampers me to the core, Abah loves to make jokes, Abah laughs out loud. Yet, I'm pretty close to Mak because her patience balances the darah Bugis in me.<br /><br />To all of us, Mak has always be known for her patience, and yet firm in making her decision. I think being an eldest of 8 siblings contributes to these quality traits. Her sisters (and a brother) looks up to her for advice..her mother who lost her husband at the age of 42 (when Mak was 24 yo) also looks up to her for almost anything.<br /><br />So when Abah passed away, she remains her composure..and keeps her strength in going through her days without Abah around. She is even stronger than me coz it hit me pretty bad when Abah passed away! Yet, what saddens me everytime I look at her is you can see a void in her life that cannot be filled. She is becoming thinner by the day...and ages really fast. She does not jog in the morning like she used to with Abah. She hardly does her gardening.<br /><br />I let the elder two boys sleep at the her house every weekend just to keep her company. At least having them around keeps her busy (sometimes terlebih busy pulak..). And we decided to send Aqieff to her house instead of sending to the nursery, so she has someone to play with during the day. Every night dinner is at her home.<br /><br /><br />Oh yeah, the boys has also forced her to act beyond her norm. Now you can hear Mak screams.<br /><br />"Aik, sepanjang jaga Ija tak pernah dengan Mak menjerit. Kali ini menjerit pulak."<br />"Anak Ija ni nak kena jerit baru dengar. Kalau tak jerit tadi, ada yang jatuh tangga."<br /><br />Hahaha...so tak salahlah kan kalau Ibu jadi commando kat rumah tu.<br /><br />Back to Mak, we are trying to make her happy as much as we can though we know it could not replace the tender, loving and care given by Abah. Special days like her birthday and Mothers' Day we will celebrate with her..either by treating her for dinner or buy her something special.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531751859065090130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmIefVhePxxaHjcj0iLsIDJ47Pqgcm8WYLFZc7WZPBbjAZhaeZzJ55tW91o2fWwBkCcA9JFwGniJWx4T46E828I-Zby3AD9CmXQ9-d6J2bss7sTpjz8zXwrkZrTflPVics58o/s320/IMG_1282-blog.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531752093986024546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGc5R5t_QqSw5Ltfi61KjmK7cxhCrJCJMREzucdzqG0g1LxounVBdqsc6B7ep-KDuzvbpOGYOEtQmvfwv_E9fc0B038ce8T7TVf1KFd4_0pmFnNw8AeLln3WauMH-JyHXx8Ld/s320/IMG_1283-blog.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">My Mothers' Day Gift - DIY specially for Mak</span><br /></p><p><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">My Mak Pontian</span></strong><br /><br />The first time I met her was during my convocation 9 years ago.<br /><br />That time me and Hubby are just friends. Kau dan Aku type of friend. But I've known all of my close university friends' parents (including me it's 6 of us). Kalau tak pernah jumpa live pun, at least I've picked up one of their phonecalls when we were in Aussie. These parents seemed to know, if the boys are not at their home, then they must be at the girls' house, so they will call them there. Yeah, at that time handphone is a luxurious item.<br /><br />Plus, the 6 of us during our 3 years in Aussie usually talked about our personal life including what it was like growing up with their parents.<br /><br />So when I finally met my future mother, it was like we've known each other for so long. She must have known me from Hubby (harapnya dia tahu cerita-cerita baik jelah..hehe). In fact, our parents have also become good friends. So, if me and Hubby do not marry each other, Mak Ampang and Mak Pontian will always be close friends. Just like the way Mak Ampang does with Nissa, Sheila and Atan's parents (cuma Radzi's je yang tak rapat coz he himself pun has been away from Malaysia for so long).<br /><br />Mak Pontian is 65 this year. She marries late but got Hubby during the first year of their marriage. The thing that makes me comfortable with Mak Pontian is she is a Johorean, so there's not much different in terms of language, food and culture. Plus, she's an easy-going type. She is not as sensitive as Mak Ampang. If you forgot to do something that she asked for, she'll just say 'takpelah'.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748823750116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJI1MPaTha98we5lxMJp0vMqBM6tJvJpnNi4ARBNooKR3BXsd09aoVINAbAZWwtDGU1rFXM0c_CHENKflnUG2Kvq5l8KnNJ0z32xeAakzJ5sL_srj86DpXUtdqMUdJlF0LmGc/s400/IMG_1005-blog.jpg" border="0" /><br />One thing that I respect her most is her efficient time management in managing the household. By 11.00 am lunch is readily cooked, by 6.00 pm dinner is ready. So, you can have your lunch and dinner at exact time everyday. If you say you are going to leave the house at 10 a.m, she'll make sure she's ready by then. Her time management is superb! And that's where Hubby got this quality traits from. And naturally, he expects me to be like his mother and him! Gosh!<br /><br />I was brought up in a very lenient way when it comes to time management. Kalau Abah cakap nak balik kampung pukul 9 pagi, pukul 11 pagi baru bertolak. Mak pulak, kadang2 settle masak lunch pukul 12.30, kadang2 1.30..or later than that...<br /><br />No one makes a big fuss out of it...in my Ampang family.<br /><br />But things are different in my Pontian family. When I marry Hubby, he expects me to keep up with the time. I got to know this from the time we were engaged coz there's this one time, Mak Pontian actually 'tegur' me through Hubby by saying "suruh Ija tu cepat sikit. Ini belum nanti ada anak." MasyaAllah! Pedihnya...but that was the moment that I make a vow to myself to change and be punctual because I know that be on time is very crucial to my Pontian's side of family.<br /><br />Another thing, Mak Pontian does not sleep much. She will only doze of to sleep at night (usually in front of TV) to wake up 3 or 4 hours later, and starts doing housechores. So, that's another thing that sampai sekarang I could not catch up. How can me yang kuat dan suka tidur adjust to this type of sleeping pattern? I can be very cranky! But I guess Mak Pontian has got used to the fact that menantu dia yang seorang ni (well, the only menantu yang dia ada buat masa ni) pentingkan tidur yang cukup untuk menjadi seorang ibu dan isteri yang efektif..hehe..<br /><br />Unlike Mak Ampang, Mak Pontian is rather talkative. He can greet almost anyone...either at the kampung itself, or at pasar malam, or in town...everyone in the Pontian seems to know who Makcik Rahmah is.<br /><br />But one thing that Mak Pontian and Mak Ampang have in common now is that both are single parents. Mak Pontian lost her husband 9 years ago. It was a tough arrangement for Hubby to make when it comes to managing his family. Unlike Mak Ampang who lives about 5 mins away from us, Mak Pontian lives alone, far away from the buzzing main road (about 4 kms inside). Our kampung house was located about 200 metres away from the neighbours, seperated by big trees which makes their houses hardly visible to us. We were contemplating on taking an Indonesian maid to accompany Mak, but upon discussing with her, she refused to have one. "Lagi bahaya, kita bukan boleh percaya orang yang kita tak kenal." We buy her reason. So things remain unsolved, until one day, Pak Lang (Mak's brother) extended an offer to rent his house that is located at the heart of Pontian town.<br /><br />Now Mak Pontian lives at her rented house which is just in-front of her brother's. That gives us a peace of mind knowing the fact that she is safe and sound. So our kampung house will only be opened for Raya or everytime we balik kampung.<br /><br />So being single, both my mothers are pretty close to each other. Mak Pontian usually comes to KL to visit us (since we hardly go back to kampung because Hubby has classes on weekends) and since we are working, Mak Ampang and Mak Pontian will enjoy each other company like good old inseperable friends.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531748271341240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbdPGC60BHaYNJzZ14fV8oTs7Cl_ul3fPqcEKHFRJsF5_UARWJOPvn6AKcVwizFjEjbj_TmVrrMehic-K3h0WJFXyV4vIDgM_CZOXPRcmQWH2UFw7CjKbWktNdJD6ivSFCMgV/s320/IMG_0952-blog.jpg" border="0" /><br />All in all, my life is blessed for having two good mothers. A biological mother who is always there for me and a mother-in-law treats me just like her own daughter (just as I treat her as my own mother).<br /><br />The thing is I can't imagine my life without them around...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531749155209367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuu6eKaUAzHVivieC_QLeidRunjI5p6RTF4oCtWeJcTHoBM9cZJQqpIcpdONiJPWtL7PzW6_bMuWTilH_Hg9sNmye06hcRZdX2VeYlBUJGfId0UblAKRQxxRN5fnxQwX3Mwp93/s400/IMG_1037-blog.jpg" border="0" />rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-12767523700301218932010-10-21T16:58:00.002+08:002010-10-21T17:21:37.059+08:00Bila dua orang budak sakit......Ibu dia pun rasa macam nak sakit jugak...<br /><br />Yup, Aqieff has joined Aliff's club. He was diagnosed with HFMD yesterday. His is worse than Abang Aliff. He has red spots (and blisters on his lips) all over his hand, feet, leg, arm and buttock. But the thing that makes him cranky (and minta digendong seperti anak koala) is his mouth ulcer which apparently is all over his mouth.<br /><br />One thing good about him is he is still make an effort to eat and drink plain water. So I hope with that, he'll have a speedy recovery.<br /><br />As for me, I'm pretty much sleep deprived. Aqieff is very restless at nights due to pain and hunger. The last two nights could drive me up the wall, having to cradle him to sleep just to see him waking up about 15 - 30 minutes later, crying. The process repeats throughout the night. The only thing that keeps my sanity is the thought that my baby is sick and it's just a temporary situation while some other parents might have to go through a lot more hardship than this (especially to those who have a permanently sick child). Thank God Hubby is such a great helping hand, where we switched task in the middle of the night. But seriously, I do want to bother him that much coz he has exam this weekend, and he needs to study. So, I'll bear with the task as long as I can and keep on praying that Aqieff will recover soon.<br /><br />So now, I'm on leave just to make up for the lost sleeping time at night (as Mak and Bibik are there to assist). And at the same time to take care of two 'very silent' boys . Yup, they are indeed not talking. Semua main tunjuk2 je sebab mulut sakit nak bercakap. That's the funny part about Aliff. He's so used to talking (and eating) that having this disease actually bothers him to the core. Pity him.<br /><br />Now, our biggest challenge is to make sure that Ashraff doesn't get the disease. After all Perth trip is only 14 days away...Keep praying...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-29384954842078492532010-10-19T11:10:00.002+08:002010-10-19T11:15:23.636+08:00The Unplanned PlanSounds ironic, aye?<br /><br />Well, kita hanya mampu merancang tetapi Tuhan yang menentukan...<br /><br />Tetapi apabila kita tidak merancang, maka jadilah sesuatu yang tidak terancang...<br /><br />What's with the philosophical mood this morning? Go figure!rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-87266778182332009032010-10-17T23:34:00.004+08:002010-10-17T23:53:10.962+08:00Nak sakit, biar sakit sekarang......dan bukan dah nak pergi bercuti nanti baru nak sakit.<br /><br />Yup, the boys had their fair share of sickness lately. Aqieff had slight fever two weeks ago followed by an episode of runny nose and phlegmatic cough (and of course, restless nights). Still has slight cough since we opt not to take antibiotics this time around and let him recover by himself. So it took quite a while (and lots of restless nights for him..and us), but lately and finally he's back to his good cheeky self.<br /><br />Ashraff, about two days ago, has started having blocked nose and asthmatic-like cough. Has started on cough medicine coupled with Ventolin.<br /><br />Aliff...hmmm...lagi best. Just diagnosed with Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease today! Yikes! Now we are trying our level best to separate him from the other two, which is not an easy job! Thank God Mak decides to help us by letting Aliff sleeps with her, so that makes our job slightly easier...<br /><br />And esok, well rasa macam nak take emergency leave since Aliff is not feeling well. Tapi submission of Board papers is due tomorrow..plus my colleague is on leave..and my manager might also be on leave. So, no choice but to go to work. Harapkan belas kasihan Mak. Plus I think Aliff will be fine. He is still active, cuma a tad quieter than the usual him. Sakit mulut nak cakap, kata dia. One thing good about him is that he has higher tolerance against pain as compared to his older brother yang baru kena paper cut pun dah melaung satu Popular Bookstore boleh dengar!<br /><br />Yeah, let them be sick now so that by the time we are leaving for Perth, everyone will be in good health, I hope.<br /><br />So to work tomorrow. Yelah, nak buat macamana...I'm a dedicated staff that is committed to work...yeah, WHAT-E-VA!rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-35088157789288976852010-10-15T16:59:00.005+08:002010-10-15T18:55:55.222+08:00Corporate Teambuilding ProgrammeLast week, my company sent me to a resort in Janda Baik for a corporate teambuilding programme, compulsory for all staffs. This programme started right after Raya where each session, the participants are required to spend 3 days and 2 night at the resort. There is about 10 sessions altogether, and mine is the 3rd session. Yeah, the sooner the better.<br /><br />I guess the word 'teambuilding' itself is self-explanatory. Work-in-a-team-to-achieve-one-objective kinda thing. Despite the negative impression over this teambuilding programme (yelah, company dah sakit tapi masih ada hati nak buat expensive course), if you accept it with an open heart, you will enjoy every minute of it. Plus, the 2 nights away from the family is like escapism for me (evil, evil..). Having a jolly good time with other mothers who also shared the same feeling...bestnya!<br /><br />The 3 days 2 nights was a hectic schedule. Not a time to take a short nap. 80% of the course is done indoor, while the rest are done outdoor. This is unlike what I had in mind when you talk about teambuilding, but for me who the only time I exercise is going up and down the stairs doing housechores, the course outline suits me perfectly.<br /><br />Well, as expected, in most teambuilding (or similar courses), there is a group performance to be done. Somehow or rather, one week before the course, I have envisioned myself performing dikir barat for group performance. I thought "kalau diaorang suruh each group perform, then one good performance will be dikir barat." So I have recalled most of the dikir barat songs (and bunga) I've performed before. Cuma lagu opening je tak ingat...and lupanya nak tanya Sheila (my mentor in dikir barat) at that time.<br /><br />Pucuk dicita ulam mendatang. Yup, we were asked to perform dikir barat in two groups. Each group consists of 50 individuals. We were given 1 1/2 hours to prepare, starting from 4 p.m. By 5.30 p.m. everything must be up and ready.<br /><br />Initially I planned to keep quiet and let the experts i.e. the Kelantanese to do the job. They want to do it the pure Kelantan version, while mine is more of a commercial dikir with a mixture of Kelate and Nogori songs.<br /><br />But by 4.45 pm, nothing seems to be done. Not even the lyrics. The only thing done is the rambu-ramba for our hands. So with the permission of my group leader, I decided to take charge. We decided to dikir with 'Ewa bulan'. Easier. Everybody knows that song.<br /><br />And who is the Tukang Karut? Hmmm...siapa lagi kalau bukan moi. Actually we have 3 Tukang Karuts. One for the opening, one for the 'Ewa Bulan' song, and mine was the lenggok2 part for the closing.<br /><br />It has been years since I perform on stage be it singing, acting or dancing. Seriously, it was one hell of a stage fright and I can feel my voice trembles when I sang. Whateva...janji perform as asked to.<br /><br />But the best part, after the performance, people came and asked me "Rafiqah orang Kelantan ke?". Excuse me..tak dengar ke bunyi macam orang Siam tadi...hehe..<br /><br />Well, I'm going to make sure that that is my last time performing in the Bank. And please do not ever show me the video of us performing. Malu banget!<br /><br />Photos? I didn't bring my camera along, so I am waiting for the courtesy of our Training Dept for some photos taken during the programme. Nanti dah dapat, akan diupload di sini dan Facebook, insyaAllah.<br /><br />**************************<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Updated at 6.45 pm (sementara menunggu Hubby yang tak kunjung tiba)...</span></em><br /><br />Different story altogether, but I have to at least note it somewhere...<br /><br />Ashraff managed to puasa penuh selama 16 hari last Ramadhan. Not bad, considering the fact that he (and his friend) are the only one not fasting at school the first few days of Ramadhan. <br /><br />When I got to know that he asked his teacher for his lunch when other students are all busy fasting, i refused to talk to him the whole day. Buat malu je!<br /><br />And another no-talking-to-Ashraff day, when I received a call from the teacher asking my permission to give Ashraff his lunch coz he was screaming for food. I could hear him screaming at the back. Bengangnya ibu!<br /><br />But he gradually improved then on...from breaking fast at 12 pm, extended to 2 pm, then 4 pm...then the whole day!<br /><br />I guess incentive in the form of money does work. And also the thought of Ibu transforming into a tiger if he doesn't do it...hehe..rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-54376697688774890312010-10-12T18:15:00.003+08:002010-10-12T19:04:05.190+08:00Trip to PerthAnother <a href="http://rafiqaheliza.blogspot.com/2007/09/sydney-day-one.html">holiday trip to Downunder after 3 years</a>...this time around our destination will be Perth due early November. Our 'support system' will be my Mak Ampang, Mak Pontian, my mak saudara and cousin. We need a good 'support system' to assist us or else either barang yang tercicir...or the boys yang tertinggal...<br /><br />So let me see...<br /><br />Passport - <em>checked.</em><br />Visa - <em>camne ye, Yang? Semua approve ke?</em><br />Car rental - <em>checked.</em><br />Accommodation - <em>checked.</em><br />Itineraries - <em>checked.</em><br />Clothing - <em>so-so, need to shop for the boys clothing especially for Ashraff. Aliff and Aqieff can wear hands-me-down.</em><br /><br />Money? Errr...gaji bulan ni sempat lagikan untuk cukupkan tabung?rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-74855910819387682082010-10-04T16:34:00.005+08:002010-10-04T16:49:50.117+08:00Something I wish I got it from my boys......is their long and thick eyelashes.<br /><br />Ashraff has long and slightly curled eyelashes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Jx-8VHR7QzeOpfsBtKWjWdIPSjmYYo2u_3xIhdDsQ_ZAcH6vzlL1DfJDf_PlV7_MBK5HC494_HUwzQpAWK2RkN2UDPlwl3CkgXsYyXRlCksMfXrMztrgYSfh4odCqmlV2pDj/s1600/IMG_1833blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Jx-8VHR7QzeOpfsBtKWjWdIPSjmYYo2u_3xIhdDsQ_ZAcH6vzlL1DfJDf_PlV7_MBK5HC494_HUwzQpAWK2RkN2UDPlwl3CkgXsYyXRlCksMfXrMztrgYSfh4odCqmlV2pDj/s400/IMG_1833blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524109486099543378" border="0" /></a>Aliff has the longest and thickest among the three. But his is straight...macam tirai.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaZPtNsnVFgh7dwES2Fkj1HPSmFwmF-7EJ9-vmuWWKG25wcF-DC9JFDhF5bGnZS7sOATUgXj9cJTGOnD1Kk0SnBiPhvLYQsG5qdOGT5b3Y7Upx8OhIyTUyBHE5aJDdRgaA6Bm/s1600/IMG_1835blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlaZPtNsnVFgh7dwES2Fkj1HPSmFwmF-7EJ9-vmuWWKG25wcF-DC9JFDhF5bGnZS7sOATUgXj9cJTGOnD1Kk0SnBiPhvLYQsG5qdOGT5b3Y7Upx8OhIyTUyBHE5aJDdRgaA6Bm/s400/IMG_1835blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524109709671015106" border="0" /></a><br />Aqieff has the shortest among the three, but then again if people see him alone without the brothers, they will make remark such as "panjang bulu mata dia."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AR1RTJmmga2w7Hp8lKRPn6mlXIEvrt6_0hGA2A6uaPhKLO29sZ-bE9SD3pwFMsVYHsWsX39Bz4ztErF5S7NEzXjm52QfXx3ZQKXGGq37ANzfRxkGHU3wmrmOejPDuOHZZ5HN/s1600/IMG_1838blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9AR1RTJmmga2w7Hp8lKRPn6mlXIEvrt6_0hGA2A6uaPhKLO29sZ-bE9SD3pwFMsVYHsWsX39Bz4ztErF5S7NEzXjm52QfXx3ZQKXGGq37ANzfRxkGHU3wmrmOejPDuOHZZ5HN/s400/IMG_1838blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524109935941382626" border="0" /></a>Ye, siapa lagi nak puji anak kita kalau bukan mak bapak dia sendiri. But yeah, the boys have long eyelashes. It's like a combination of mine and Hubby's. I just wish I have them so I don't have to invest in a volumizer mascara..<br /><br />And also I wish if I have a girl, her eyelashes will be as long and thick (and perhaps curled) like her brothers...rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-53012632112006881852010-10-02T10:14:00.023+08:002010-10-04T17:01:34.773+08:00Raya 20102010..our Raya are back to the same normal routine where we had our 1st Raya in Pontian and the next day went to JB to meet Mak Ampang.<br /><br />Last year, as Abah had just passed away and Mak was still in her edah (idah?), we had our first Raya in KL, which wasn't that fun due to the fact that all family members are in Johore..and Abah wasn't around.<br /><br />This year, Mak drove all the way back to JB with her brand new car. Alhamdulillah, she's still able to drive and independent enough to live her life without Abah around. Nevertheless, eventhough Abah has left us for more than a year, she still misses Abah dearly (me too!). You can tell it from her lonely eyes...<br /><br />Ok back to Raya story. This year, we choose a champagne-brown as our theme colour. Initially, I planned to have a black and white theme this Raya, where all the men in the family will wear black Baju Melayu..and I'm the only one with a hint of white (biasalah yang unik adalah Ibu seorang saja..and outnumbered!). But since champagne will be my cousin's wedding theme in December, so we decided to opt for that colour . Tak payah buat baju Melayu dua kali.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gvp-Fqn-FLqON9GqEgA_E_awqbBm6e1fo1YkWWyxV6Uu3w4UUrrjGROtHuyEq9rig3W6VxuXswkup2w2ZLZiFdUdnhBA55JjxUOCPzinrt-uOW7zWuM0By5wMmgfqiGfhi9w/s1600/IMG_1780blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gvp-Fqn-FLqON9GqEgA_E_awqbBm6e1fo1YkWWyxV6Uu3w4UUrrjGROtHuyEq9rig3W6VxuXswkup2w2ZLZiFdUdnhBA55JjxUOCPzinrt-uOW7zWuM0By5wMmgfqiGfhi9w/s320/IMG_1780blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523652172734566962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijk7DtnNk5PgZMJ6tnb5-C_6yMqLKRqACLlt6h6Ae-Rpt17dq0QHpFCxuI1CriGwmhM6ZVysnI7odBJpE7mbwJzA_CcRG1Y67J6yCvMmPT4HhHY-ekYxVFT3O8L1BBDGdG-KQ9/s1600/IMG_1784blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijk7DtnNk5PgZMJ6tnb5-C_6yMqLKRqACLlt6h6Ae-Rpt17dq0QHpFCxuI1CriGwmhM6ZVysnI7odBJpE7mbwJzA_CcRG1Y67J6yCvMmPT4HhHY-ekYxVFT3O8L1BBDGdG-KQ9/s400/IMG_1784blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523652517815564850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgB0HUSCuNv0yFwwBDR3DpUuHXpTSwUx4MK7yALrKFdgRT9YJlqUYWC3HMp1BIvUTdEteKqFvtdNTNn_c_bz1wMOr84d-OG7E9biOONRAQyyv9qSmhTYe04pILVc0vFAz4IWw/s1600/IMG_1777blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgB0HUSCuNv0yFwwBDR3DpUuHXpTSwUx4MK7yALrKFdgRT9YJlqUYWC3HMp1BIvUTdEteKqFvtdNTNn_c_bz1wMOr84d-OG7E9biOONRAQyyv9qSmhTYe04pILVc0vFAz4IWw/s320/IMG_1777blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523655088219418498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyMRvppPeC-bVgZ6zBqOsAfusaJGavXiTJGaxcCAgHS_gRwvdY4ljeGg3fTmW3bKuyPss5lLpbyQcASuRPTv_5FceprxxKNGHJgFmOAxaNAXuYNYn5Y-E84VV_xnv08C-ERFQ/s1600/IMG_1786blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyMRvppPeC-bVgZ6zBqOsAfusaJGavXiTJGaxcCAgHS_gRwvdY4ljeGg3fTmW3bKuyPss5lLpbyQcASuRPTv_5FceprxxKNGHJgFmOAxaNAXuYNYn5Y-E84VV_xnv08C-ERFQ/s400/IMG_1786blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523656980946821522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">My Pontian Family - 1st Raya</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkdlQAzjKIWr8UPuq-UN8hOh4OmADPECvJyJqS0DqMvMlRtluVQU6tEx2N4Ex9zsMlwJmmqnQs3EQ98wzy-CbbqnTfyv1Cw9wN8UHZ3ur11fg8pWY8LlA-rJBK-hBtWt5MddT/s1600/61556_152545561441405_100000578876748_370101_697492_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkdlQAzjKIWr8UPuq-UN8hOh4OmADPECvJyJqS0DqMvMlRtluVQU6tEx2N4Ex9zsMlwJmmqnQs3EQ98wzy-CbbqnTfyv1Cw9wN8UHZ3ur11fg8pWY8LlA-rJBK-hBtWt5MddT/s400/61556_152545561441405_100000578876748_370101_697492_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523663609943816866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">My Ampang Family - 2nd Raya</span></span><br /></div><br />During this Raya, Aliff discovers his interest in playing blocks. You see, we seldom buy toys for the boys since their collection is already huge, plus we found that they easily got bored with new toys. They prefer TV to toys. Now their toys are basically laying idle in the box, untouchable.<br /><br />But when we visited a relative house during Raya this year, Aliff was indulged in playing blocks. He can sit still at one spot constructing buildings, guns, robot etc with blocks. On the way back, we decided to get one for him...well, at least with the blocks, he doesn't bother his elder or younger brother who got irritated with him easily. Aman sikit dunia...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTu9k7-4mo8HfZJAsarBLtisPjMvH_SusVE5qtod8F9znQeSItomd_IVnPex1gOofpBb1eTMg24_jkua9piVqdRXGtoy3hWC9Lw7Bqb2NFGqgOw8z7mGIOuNhVViRsw-jB4kO/s1600/IMG_1824blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTu9k7-4mo8HfZJAsarBLtisPjMvH_SusVE5qtod8F9znQeSItomd_IVnPex1gOofpBb1eTMg24_jkua9piVqdRXGtoy3hWC9Lw7Bqb2NFGqgOw8z7mGIOuNhVViRsw-jB4kO/s400/IMG_1824blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523660739769712434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"Tengok, machine gun, Ibu!"</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO-vG11DZsvn46pIhtRJ4EH3lRlW8GPbMhhImPJQOq7nXpQ_T7Jt6mpx4BTCrYgfQ6twdli3a2xEjQeqEmf21e2neKhgg0XhCcF8JKfl4gXs2iYQVjLmODuWzAG2YNGlJeBZQ/s1600/IMG_1819blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAO-vG11DZsvn46pIhtRJ4EH3lRlW8GPbMhhImPJQOq7nXpQ_T7Jt6mpx4BTCrYgfQ6twdli3a2xEjQeqEmf21e2neKhgg0XhCcF8JKfl4gXs2iYQVjLmODuWzAG2YNGlJeBZQ/s320/IMG_1819blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523661999557491810" border="0" /></a>Then again, it is a tiring Raya for us due to the fact that we are maidless and Aqieff has a strong stranger anxiety...berkepit macam koala. We never encounter this kind of situation with Ashraff and Aliff before, maybe because we have a maid when they were Aqieff's age or they are more extrovert as compared to Aqieff.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEz8mSqYezip2hoDXRZryhDQ3q2TdB133L1FwtDbW5SkYi4uuMh2L3mEQXcl1VgVa3tgzisRLaSAjT2cqrdAh6VmX3xvhhTnZy1gJCdK-cceszhmKE4oUAfjEq69LRGKoc93c7/s1600/IMG_1776blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEz8mSqYezip2hoDXRZryhDQ3q2TdB133L1FwtDbW5SkYi4uuMh2L3mEQXcl1VgVa3tgzisRLaSAjT2cqrdAh6VmX3xvhhTnZy1gJCdK-cceszhmKE4oUAfjEq69LRGKoc93c7/s320/IMG_1776blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523654184490654722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kyLlOI9qIoCTm_zpdk4H195RloqYfPjuxuFw9vJUwdcYCmsh4LluptKAjaWrJkme-l6lf-yZWkpRJ0eomhnkEKwmOPW-jv-FY2rV7e7baPKwiZTiqe9NCVVYiWPytchRItnQ/s1600/60103_152543101441651_100000578876748_370056_7518287_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kyLlOI9qIoCTm_zpdk4H195RloqYfPjuxuFw9vJUwdcYCmsh4LluptKAjaWrJkme-l6lf-yZWkpRJ0eomhnkEKwmOPW-jv-FY2rV7e7baPKwiZTiqe9NCVVYiWPytchRItnQ/s320/60103_152543101441651_100000578876748_370056_7518287_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523664589656595858" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Budak takut orang ada tanda kat dahi...jatuh on the 1st day of Raya.</span><br /></span></div><br />Despite that, like any other year, we make it a point to visit all uncles and aunties from both sides of the family who lives in various parts of Johor - Pontian, JB, Kulai, Pasir Gudang, Muar and Kluang (and Melaka). After all it's only once a year we managed to do it.<br /><br />And yes, my cousin Tina gave birth to a baby girl on the 2nd day of Raya. We visited them at my aunt's house in JB. Welcome aboard, Airra binti Raihan!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHAvsxVFxJCCpuyK618H4elVtWSpJJgvZqs6zmRz7KqY4JiehZ5p5wIZA9Wbrseb5a6fB597GhJ_AXVL5U22vQhap77EZ9UE0EkMoEszUEia7Fs6oLhVMqkrnr234U3iTcGU5/s1600/IMG_1827blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHAvsxVFxJCCpuyK618H4elVtWSpJJgvZqs6zmRz7KqY4JiehZ5p5wIZA9Wbrseb5a6fB597GhJ_AXVL5U22vQhap77EZ9UE0EkMoEszUEia7Fs6oLhVMqkrnr234U3iTcGU5/s320/IMG_1827blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524112018321659090" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Comelnya Airra! Bilalah aunty nak dapat macam Airra ni...</span></span><br /></div><br />Well, this weekend will be the last Raya weekend. Yeah, like any other weekends we have few Raya open house invitation that we need to attend to. And knowing Hubby, he'll try to attend to as many invitation as possible in between his classes and heavy road traffic. So yeah, all geared up for makan free time. Chiow!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibz9GBbtDiECTmomQnW6T0_33PKi7J0RbbdD7jBuhtkuAUjN2zYghlfVk4ZDnkAYWsDeBZJdj_QCV66n8_mUrjRvwO8d8YAKKoDly6PGPFMh1IPVGSfHlyVO1IE6H4KixwR4nB/s1600/IMG_1785blog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibz9GBbtDiECTmomQnW6T0_33PKi7J0RbbdD7jBuhtkuAUjN2zYghlfVk4ZDnkAYWsDeBZJdj_QCV66n8_mUrjRvwO8d8YAKKoDly6PGPFMh1IPVGSfHlyVO1IE6H4KixwR4nB/s400/IMG_1785blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523654725368817826" border="0" /></a>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14177101.post-31951187885578317402010-09-19T16:20:00.001+08:002010-09-19T16:23:55.690+08:00Do not leave him alone!When you leave Aliff alone, a disaster bound to happen any minute...trust me...it's like a ticking bomb, once exploded will cause a major shock and blow to the family.<br /><br />And that's what happened two weeks before Raya...29th of August to be exact...His newly Raya haircut has been further trimmed...by HIM!<br /><br />He was sitting all alone in Bibik's room while Ibu took care of Aqieff who has crave on perfecting his walking skill. Aliff came out occassionally with a comb in his hand and a cheeky smile on his face.<br /><br /><div>"Rambut raya, Ibu!" </div><br /><div>"Ha'ah..cantik.." replied Ibu, not noticing any different with his mane...until it's too late...<br /><br /></div>Bibik's drawer was full of his self-cut hair..<div> </div><br /><div>Apa lagi darah bugis Ibu pun mula mengelegak. Ibu was so berserk and refused to see his face. </div><br /><div> </div>Ayah who just came back from Pasar Ramadhan with Ashraff, was also angry to see his new hair.<br /><div> </div><br />"Buang duit je potong rambut Aliff tadi. Botakkan je rambut ni!"<br /><br />By then this lil lad was crying coz everybody in the house could not hide their anger with him...<br /><br />Aliff, Aliff...seriously our lives are more meaningful and full of colours having you on board...<br /><br />So here it is, introducing our Budak Tobek Aliff...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdX5rrEqBMIcOecEXw01lqeba1Q_XrJWPPxzyCLHpkBMCUuDDurIDKK2OIfAHcG1DxmWQBQCYqVWTwIccRgPlRaO-mWJApcxKDtx4Ie_aBcY0sykAcnPWBYpyw6KGmdNNXiqg5/s1600/IMG_1747edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdX5rrEqBMIcOecEXw01lqeba1Q_XrJWPPxzyCLHpkBMCUuDDurIDKK2OIfAHcG1DxmWQBQCYqVWTwIccRgPlRaO-mWJApcxKDtx4Ie_aBcY0sykAcnPWBYpyw6KGmdNNXiqg5/s320/IMG_1747edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518533794844620082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6bNKygPMZdWsyeX2vCF_lyubhlWAqq1LnOCB5oOjLEKibIYX99qx2wd0LnqhckBl1D69MjQEgiN-DBL4RgFl0u6ddjFm3MJSKEsP8YD8yp62k_s-QVcBKDLUamOXCUFqNVlW/s1600/IMG_1751edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6bNKygPMZdWsyeX2vCF_lyubhlWAqq1LnOCB5oOjLEKibIYX99qx2wd0LnqhckBl1D69MjQEgiN-DBL4RgFl0u6ddjFm3MJSKEsP8YD8yp62k_s-QVcBKDLUamOXCUFqNVlW/s320/IMG_1751edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518534159541842658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfp2Bd9qOeIvypc5p0JtYnuadvDmExVFnie5scqlubE4okf8D90PcegXxApHRsiqtZIx8ZaFccIcsJ2m13NXKWZwSLLzNt5toRX2K1EfPcIAs1fruM8eyWVVRCoSC7V3abCsz5/s1600/IMG_1749edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfp2Bd9qOeIvypc5p0JtYnuadvDmExVFnie5scqlubE4okf8D90PcegXxApHRsiqtZIx8ZaFccIcsJ2m13NXKWZwSLLzNt5toRX2K1EfPcIAs1fruM8eyWVVRCoSC7V3abCsz5/s320/IMG_1749edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518534324192451714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiRJPde1hvRSrPGMphkSM6sx73fEIKzAQnLVr8lvgo5ub61BNgGqnjQ7tPRUEpRNxHwvQ7R8dtOUSSpLO6dnU5VHxXKMhwE_jb6cIypvzpN5wkeV9uGRKQ5Nn_c47PtQLqHQH/s1600/IMG_1753edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiRJPde1hvRSrPGMphkSM6sx73fEIKzAQnLVr8lvgo5ub61BNgGqnjQ7tPRUEpRNxHwvQ7R8dtOUSSpLO6dnU5VHxXKMhwE_jb6cIypvzpN5wkeV9uGRKQ5Nn_c47PtQLqHQH/s320/IMG_1753edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518535445404007890" border="0" /></a><br />We brought him to the barber to repair his hair one week after Raya...Thank God it wasn't that bad during Raya except most people who knew Aliff would ask "kenapa pendek sangat rambut Aliff ni?"<br /><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>rafiqahelizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09869886714892869618noreply@blogger.com1