tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34722825786586713982011-07-31T09:26:47.785+08:00See the World Differently (all so tall or high to me...)Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-1644581055980105322010-02-25T14:25:00.003+08:002010-02-25T14:38:56.569+08:00I graduated in Module 1 of AlimKids Playgroup last Saturday... Alhamdulillah...<br />I'll move to the next module this coming weekend...<br /><br />I learn a lot of songs and dance...<br />and Teacher Fatin told us lots of stories, a good one...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZFzMKRDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RriVK60QPzg/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442064787155076146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZFzMKRDI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RriVK60QPzg/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Teacher Fatin during story- telling session</span></strong> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442064800047522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZGjN9YWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/qpoFq81CQnU/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">My friends</span></strong></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442064811674097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZHOh814I/AAAAAAAAAwE/XiM3N85pgDs/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Art &amp; Craft session... I love playing with markers, colored papers, glue...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442064822732731026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZH3uiMpI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kcoqdOsCCP8/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Completed tree- friends... all of my friends' names are here...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZIOWF3PI/AAAAAAAAAwU/tOZGQ4sZHS4/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442064828804226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/S4YZIOWF3PI/AAAAAAAAAwU/tOZGQ4sZHS4/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> Yeay! I've graduated... Thank you, teacher!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-164458105598010532?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-1913035187529857072010-01-09T11:00:00.000+08:002010-01-21T15:25:31.406+08:00I went to Teacher Fatin's house today...<br />My first day of school...<br />but only on Saturdays...<br />I learn to sing, ABC and do craft...<br /><br />I was not in a good mood on my first day...<br />maybe all are new to me...<br />I was the only boy, others are girls...<br />(teacher said, the boys are sick, that is why they did not come)...<br />maybe I'll meet them some other time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-191303518752985707?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-2113466814295107312009-12-29T18:30:00.000+08:002009-12-31T12:17:09.961+08:00I caused chaos today at my grandma's place...<br />I accidentally swallowed a coin!<br /><br />I vomitted continuously... and started to turn blue...<br />My nenek was panic, and started calling everybody in the house for help...<br /><br />Datuk hold me upside down and started patting my back...<br />Then only I feel relieved...<br />But they still insisted to bring me to Ampang Hospital...<br /><br />Due to emergency, Aunty Ija went there with 'baju kelawar' only.<br />Kakak Mai has no shoes on..<br />I was x-rayed, and Dr. saw nothing in my esophagus...<br />Maybe it's already in my tummy, he said...<br />It will come out when I po* later...<br /><br />Then, to McDonald's... it's on Datuk!<br />Thank you everybody!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>***Mommy &amp; Daddy was still at the office that time.</em></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-211346681429510731?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-69647762293888110142009-08-31T22:00:00.002+08:002009-09-02T16:14:29.502+08:00I played bowling with mommy... first tried it with that green, soft ball... magic didnt happen!<br />then I changed ball, a hard one... and look at the result! I scored!!! yeaaaaaaa.....<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376775605451907650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4k7P_yYkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/TMk5t_l8l7g/s400/P1522%5B02%5D_31-08-09.JPG" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">This ball is soft... Nothing goes down!</span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><p><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4k7nZAShI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vlHs2J7S_Y8/s1600-h/P1525_31-08-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376775611731692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4k7nZAShI/AAAAAAAAAsk/vlHs2J7S_Y8/s400/P1525_31-08-09.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">This is better... Look at my achievement!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left">Then, we went out for buka- puasa at Subang Parade, Pak Long's treat at Coca Restaurant... Mommy took some pictures of me and my cousin, Chempaka Maryam... isn't she's a cutie pie?</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4kmnPQ-2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/5fRtB0Xjv3I/s1600-h/P2133_31-08-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376775250913590114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4kmnPQ-2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/5fRtB0Xjv3I/s400/P2133_31-08-09.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Featured here: Maklong's hand supporting Maryam</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4kmJWRDLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FVtUHN43O3Q/s1600-h/P2133[01]_31-08-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376775242889890994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sp4kmJWRDLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FVtUHN43O3Q/s400/P2133%5B01%5D_31-08-09.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Both mothers were actually more interested in capturing the pink settee ...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[We were at Toy'R Us... but didnt buy anything... wassup with that?]</span></strong> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6964776229388811014?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-6941113229507463352009-08-21T11:23:00.002+08:002009-08-21T11:26:05.767+08:00Tomorrow is fasting day, start of Ramadhan...<br />Mommy will be busy preparing dishes for sahur &amp; 'berbuka'...<br /><br />But I will not fast tomorrow...<br />I am only 2 YO...<br /><br />I will still want my milk... :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-694111322950746335?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-36508969659410439532009-07-31T13:00:00.002+08:002009-08-05T16:00:49.298+08:00Tokwan dah takde... he passed away on Wed 29/07/09...<br />he passed away at the hospital after coma for 2 days...<br /><br /><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">"kesian tokwan, tokwan sakit kan, mommy? Tokwan cepat2 baik ye? Adam nak naik keta Tokwan"</span></strong></em></div><br />I missed him... I missed the times when he always brought me driving around in his black car...<br />I missed his smile... and his question asking "Mana gigi Tokwan? Gigi Tokwan dah tak ada!"<br />and I just laughed...<br /><br />I missed him, protecting me whenever I got scolded by mommy or daddy... and of course, I will always miss the time when I'll be waiting for him at my nenek Minah's house, to pick me up and bring me to his place...<br /><br />Tokwan, semoga Allah tempatkan Tokwan di kalangan org2 yg beriman... amin...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366381138685403538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Snk3NpyzIZI/AAAAAAAAAq8/psBNEKxb7Ug/s400/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">My second and the last Aidilfitri with him... </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Snk3N47_oeI/AAAAAAAAArE/gb5EafuDDro/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366381142750503394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Snk3N47_oeI/AAAAAAAAArE/gb5EafuDDro/s400/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> During Aunty Ija's akad-nikah... </span></strong><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366381827591688466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Snk31wK20RI/AAAAAAAAArM/S9d1kP-WvMk/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" />I missed him, and everybody too... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[Adam sayang Tokwan... Alfatihah!]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-3650896965941043953?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-59586641821043308762009-07-25T19:00:00.001+08:002009-07-27T17:10:34.443+08:00<strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">(Mommy's note)</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Salam...</span><br /><br />My son, we discovered something beautiful from you today... Masya Allah...<br /><br />U can now recite Fatihah (bits and pieces, here and there... that's fine... we'll work on it slowly ok? Insya Allah)...<br /><br />But what melt us when you say <strong>"Bismillahirrahmanirahim... <u>SYUKUR </u>Alhamdulillahirabbil'alamin..." </strong>and you continue reciting Fatihah with our help... :)<br /><br />love you, sayang!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p/s: Alhamdulillah, syukur nikmat... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-5958664182104330876?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-21498941364221918212009-07-24T16:31:00.002+08:002009-07-24T16:35:32.914+08:00It's been awhile...<br />I'm pretty bz (or mommy, maybe?)<br /><br />I always ask mommy this question on anything... "Are you see-yers, mommy?"<br />and mommy without quitting at any point will answer, "Yes, Adam..."<br /><br />Then I'll just say... "OK"... (she's really see-yers about that!)...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-2149894136422191821?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-30918747770922376362009-06-27T15:00:00.000+08:002009-07-09T15:21:34.967+08:00I went to KLCC by bus today! So excited...<br />Mommy brought me there to buy present for Adik Zafran's 1st birthday...<br /><br />It wasn't going to KLCC that excite me, but the ride of course!<br />The fare was only RM1 and I was in the bus very longgggggg...<br /><br />Best! I like it, Mommy...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZMltfz6I/AAAAAAAAApc/dtzxeezDlmA/s1600-h/P1502_27-06-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355773387493282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZMltfz6I/AAAAAAAAApc/dtzxeezDlmA/s400/P1502_27-06-09.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZNGYcCHI/AAAAAAAAAps/RS_j5faF4TQ/s1600-h/P1504_27-06-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355782157535346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZNGYcCHI/AAAAAAAAAps/RS_j5faF4TQ/s400/P1504_27-06-09.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZM0ilzKI/AAAAAAAAApk/A2B6TqrM6bU/s1600-h/P1503_27-06-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356355777368280226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SlWZM0ilzKI/AAAAAAAAApk/A2B6TqrM6bU/s400/P1503_27-06-09.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">p/s: wanna do it again? This time on RapidKL...</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-3091874777092237636?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-20620136320830541152009-05-02T17:00:00.002+08:002009-05-11T14:46:38.247+08:00<div align="left">I was admitted because of food poisoning...<br />We ate at one kenduri kawin a day before...<br />daddy got affected too but mommy was fine...<br /><br />I stayed there for 3D/2N...<br />thanks to the nurses who treated me, and of course, Dr. Lim (eventhough he jabbed me a lot!)<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334448813184706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgfE7rZg5zI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Qa62x4EijGI/s400/Adam+%40+Hosp.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">pix of me being treated... the nebulizer was to lessen my phlegm + coughing</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgfE7K-j3xI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7_IR7_u70XU/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334448804481720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgfE7K-j3xI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7_IR7_u70XU/s400/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">time to go home... daddy helped me cleaned up... </span><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgfE7cGZ62I/AAAAAAAAAmg/zweW73HFINA/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334448809078025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgfE7cGZ62I/AAAAAAAAAmg/zweW73HFINA/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">I am excited to go home... I can 'jalan- jalan'...</span></p><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[mommy + daddy, I don't want to see Dr. Lim again... nanti sakit]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-2062013632083054115?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-82850943539951258702009-04-20T21:00:00.000+08:002009-05-11T14:10:16.982+08:00I love aeroplane...<br />I went to Kuching with mommy and daddy... by aeroplane...<br />I want to go again... please mommy, daddy...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441738357433666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-f3nP5UI/AAAAAAAAAlI/DlydvbPRDPM/s400/DSC_0810.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">During take- off... daddy was already asleep... me and my mommy were excited to fly...</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441741421113026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-gDBr7sI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ENCsudlWLF0/s400/DSC_0840.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mentos in hand, not to let my ears hurt during flying (mommy's tips)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-g6vxTFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-FoCZLF-uSo/s1600-h/Starred+Photos7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441756378352722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-g6vxTFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-FoCZLF-uSo/s400/Starred+Photos7.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">pix of us onboard... I want to naik ae-wo-pwane again...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441747893142770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-gbIvRPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/BSgI3Q0PDf4/s400/DSC_1252.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Look, I'll be on that soon... to go back to KL</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-gh_Gc8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/3yzbs8VpRr8/s1600-h/Starred+Photos8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334441749731767234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sge-gh_Gc8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/3yzbs8VpRr8/s400/Starred+Photos8.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">@ Kuching International Airport</span></div><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[daddy, I want to go to school not by schoolbus, but this ae-wo-pwane... can?]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-8285094353995125870?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-47498398657631940522009-04-11T15:00:00.003+08:002009-05-11T12:35:47.389+08:00My second birthday party...<br />held at Havana, Seri Maya...<br />Had so much fun! Thanks Mommy &amp; Daddy for the bestest theme...<br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401835599438002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaNOQYoLI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AiPhyZS82FI/s400/DSC_0556.JPG" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Theme:</span> Wonderpets, Wonderpets... kami datang... :)</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeqAnLkF-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/1z-m9PfRx4Y/s1600-h/Starred+Photos1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334419211137849314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeqAnLkF-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/1z-m9PfRx4Y/s400/Starred+Photos1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The e- invitation:</span> come..come...</span></strong><br /><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401836627454706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaNSFe6vI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cX5QrUU56VY/s400/DSC_0561.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Foodie:</span> a lot! prepared by caterer...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416007733360610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgenGJkat-I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Kxs17oDDxAI/s400/gift+bags.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Gift Bags:</span> only for kids! and it's WonderPets, of course!</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416009245872946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgenGPNB0zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tRHz5m97wOw/s400/gift+bags+2.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Gift Bags:</span> close- up</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401842065392370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaNmV_QvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/T-WULIMiwn8/s400/DSC_0632.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">The Cake:</span> WonderPets Flying Boat...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334416008252341122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgenGLgJu4I/AAAAAAAAAko/HCNVAvEJbYE/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Cupcakes:</span> 3 dominant colors; blue, red &amp; green (WP colors)</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaOGUfiTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yjXN4x4-UFA/s1600-h/DSC_0624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401850649053490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaOGUfiTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/yjXN4x4-UFA/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Drama:</span> Shocked after being screamed at (by mommy's friends) to blow the candle before cutting it</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334401856483111330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgeaOcDcMaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8YrJ6cbyuFw/s400/DSC_0638.JPG" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Moment:</span> aiming to blow off the candle on the first try</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403169630135810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/Sgeba36FpgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iRCzBT3__cM/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Split:</span> everyone get to taste the yummy cake...</span></strong><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403171971819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgebbAoY6FI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mtZdjOyqLyU/s400/DSC_0756.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Team:</span> who made the party's a success</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403181757652498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgebblFg3hI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1LkRG-c5LFQ/s400/DSC_0760.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Other Team:</span> who made my cupcakes a wonder</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334403191411026994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SgebcJDDrDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/U8XCurXzN68/s400/Starred+Photos2.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#990000;">T</span><span style="color:#000099;">h</span><span style="color:#006600;">e</span> <span style="color:#990000;">B</span><span style="color:#000099;">e</span><span style="color:#006600;">s</span><span style="color:#990000;">t</span> <span style="color:#006600;"><span style="color:#000099;">P</span>a<span style="color:#990000;">r</span></span><span style="color:#000099;">t</span><span style="color:#006600;">:</span> all the free presents... yippeeeee!</span></strong></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[one more time next year, mommy, daddy?]</span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">Credits to some pix taken from aunty mega &amp; aunty zal's collections. Thanks!</span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-4749839865763194052?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-29832512290066269182009-04-05T13:52:00.000+08:002009-05-11T12:42:34.310+08:00I was playing bubbles ... Tried to do myself (usually mommy or daddy would be the one who blows the bubbles... and I catch it...)<br /><br />But when they were performing solat, I took the bottle and started to blow...<br /><br />Guess what? I did it! Although it was not many... but it happened!<br /><br />Unfortunately.....<br /><br />While blowing... I forgot about the bottle that I hold on the other hand...<br /><br />the liquid started to spill on...<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Mommy's <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">PHONE</span></strong>! Poor mommy...<br /><br />Sorry Mommy, Adam won't do it again...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>[I could see mommy was sad, coz she kept sighing to daddy]</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-2983251229006626918?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-62299922176469822822009-03-18T09:08:00.003+08:002009-03-18T09:22:17.212+08:00Mommy and Daddy bought me a new piggybank from KFC (I called it KLCC, by the way)...<br />It plays a music everytime I put coins inside it... Nice!<br />I can't wait for it to get full, and place the money in the bank.<br /><p></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBLsGZ0hiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C981Iw8qzz0/s1600-h/tabung.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314330781302425122" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBLsGZ0hiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C981Iw8qzz0/s400/tabung.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[in the pic, my fav drink- Vitagen]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6229992217646982282?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-66939900171049165202009-03-18T08:54:00.004+08:002009-03-18T09:06:44.243+08:00I helped mommy yesterday, sweeping the floor...<br />she was pleased... said thank you, and I smiled...<br />Mommy said by helping her, Allah will grant pahala to me... ;)<br /><br />I like to help mommy sometimes, cleaning the mess that I did (usually the toys)...<br />take the clothes out from the room so that mommy can fold them... and other things too...<br /><br />next, I will help daddy...<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBHmmuH1UI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FmMfi0X8-Ug/s1600-h/sweeping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314326288851785026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBHmmuH1UI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FmMfi0X8-Ug/s400/sweeping.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[lets wash the car, daddy?]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6693990017104916520?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-39492466429194841232009-03-06T10:18:00.002+08:002009-03-06T10:42:39.071+08:00<p align="left">I have not update for some time, coz mommy is busy... or too many things to tell...</p><p align="left">Anyway, I want to tell places that I have been (out of Malaysia)... with mommy and daddy...</p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKgkC7S9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/9Jzx2tMu95E/s1600-h/lake+toba.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896252706212818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKgkC7S9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/9Jzx2tMu95E/s320/lake+toba.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Medan, Indonesia - Oct 2007 (6- month old)</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKgzUHrqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tZ6sDT2EeeI/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896256804859554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKgzUHrqI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tZ6sDT2EeeI/s320/Latest+of+26.12.08+254.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Singapore - Dec 2007 (8- month old)</span></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKhfdXK7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/nj9xUJ7-_k4/s1600-h/100_2934.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896268654783410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKhfdXK7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/nj9xUJ7-_k4/s320/100_2934.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Phuket, Thailand- July, 2008 (15- month old)</span></strong> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKh6UXvZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mlliQc_Wdmc/s1600-h/Bali+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309896275864829330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SbCKh6UXvZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/mlliQc_Wdmc/s320/Bali+2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Bali, Indonesia - Dec 2008 (20- month old). </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Note: mommy with her new image here...</span></strong></p><p align="left">I like going places... it makes me happy esp when there's a place for me to swim... swimming pool, beach etc... </p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[Can we go again? please mommy, daddy...]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-3949246642919484123?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-36768858521060763562009-01-28T17:02:00.005+08:002009-01-28T17:26:20.834+08:00They gathered for tea (errr juices) at Chilli's KLCC yesterday...<br />Each of the mothers brought one child only (afraid of mishandling/ 'I've lost-my-child' frantics if brought more than one :)<br />So abg zikry and kak nayli weren't around with us...<br /><br />we celebrated kak izznur's birthday too, a surprise for her... she looked esthetic... sukanya dia!<br />as for abg irfan, he just got a brand new Ben 10 watch! (luckily i'm not into that yet... if not, I'd be begging mommy for one)...<br /><br />and me, a ride on Humprey B. Bears car was never been a good one...! satu ringgit only!!!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf5pPs6eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OJcmwtHu-b0/s1600-h/DSC_0427.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296268236972419554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf5pPs6eI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OJcmwtHu-b0/s400/DSC_0427.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the birthday girl hugged me!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf6SLzPSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A9iv3con9Rw/s1600-h/DSC_0430.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296268247961910562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf6SLzPSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A9iv3con9Rw/s400/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">abg irfan showing his cool piece... kak izznur enterframe!</span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf55BlfKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x9irTISBVy0/s1600-h/DSC_0446.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296268241208179874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SYAf55BlfKI/AAAAAAAAAVM/x9irTISBVy0/s400/DSC_0446.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">this was the ride I was talking about... cool huh?</span></strong></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[I'll make sure I'll drive next time, ok kak izznur?]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-3676885852106076356?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-19552347443002196442009-01-13T11:12:00.005+08:002009-03-18T09:47:05.082+08:00I got a new cousin yesterday... a baby girl cousin, she is...<br />now I have 3 cousins... first- cousins. 2 from mommy's side (all boys) and this newcomer (from daddy's)...<br />she is so cute...<br /><br />I couldn't hold her, she's in that room that only nurses can enter...<br />plus I have measles...<br />so I look from afar...<br />she's cute, tiny and very fair...<br />congrats Mak Long &amp; Pak Long... Alhamdulillah...<br /><br />now I have a baby sister to take care of... and to play with...<br />hope she doesn't cry that much... coz I'm sure I dunno what to do...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SXV3OkZqiMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ay6o7ynXkak/s1600-h/niece+and+her+ibu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293268029217081538" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SXV3OkZqiMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Ay6o7ynXkak/s320/niece+and+her+ibu.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">baby <em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Chempaka Maryam</span></em> with her ibu (that's my maklong)</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SXV3Oq1VfzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jcdKfg1mChM/s1600-h/niece+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293268030943756082" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SXV3Oq1VfzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/jcdKfg1mChM/s320/niece+3.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">post-famished face... </span></strong></p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[mommy, when's the next one?]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1955234744300219644?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-17972402859026757242009-01-03T13:15:00.001+08:002009-01-05T14:19:15.496+08:00<div align="center">I got myself a haircut today... after mommy got persuaded by daddy... (poor mommy, she really wants me to keep that funky look... she said this is the only time before I start schooling)...<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653940438711010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWGFPl8LOuI/AAAAAAAAASI/i2uYBy8mlwE/s320/Haircut+2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">The place, Cheeky Monkey Cuts @ Great Eastern Mall</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653941516412642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWGFPp9HpuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JC9kZgkZaQY/s320/Haircut+1.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">My hairstylist... hardly smiling...</span></strong> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWGFQBj4E7I/AAAAAAAAASY/k6nVtO9tUdk/s1600-h/Haircut+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653947852985266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWGFQBj4E7I/AAAAAAAAASY/k6nVtO9tUdk/s320/Haircut+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Checkout my ride... and I was entertained by Mickey Mouse &amp; friends on the tube, together with this one 'kakak'... and of course, Mommy was there beside me all the way...</span></strong></p><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653955945985186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWGFQftZdKI/AAAAAAAAASg/a-Hu8a4vz1Q/s320/Haircut+4.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Yeah, I paid RM25 for this style... common isn't it??? Mommy promised herself that I'll keep my funky style later on... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">[and if both </span><span style="font-size:85%;">neneks don't agree, mommy? Mommy said, "I donch care!" :) ]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1797240285902675724?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-66922453886300859852008-12-28T11:07:00.001+08:002009-01-05T11:54:51.759+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWF5mBeBIYI/AAAAAAAAASA/lp3HKqqN8-4/s1600-h/wonderpets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287641131646001538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWF5mBeBIYI/AAAAAAAAASA/lp3HKqqN8-4/s400/wonderpets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Wonder Pets... Wonder Pets... Kami datang... Membantu haiwan yang kesusahan... Kami tak besar, dan kami tak kuat... Bila bekerjasama, Semua jadi mudah... Yeayyyyyy... Wonder Pets!"</span></em></strong></p><p>Hooked on this now... Now mommy sings this to me, and I'll join at the very end of each sentence... (mind you, I'm catching up...)</p><p>another part that really caught me when mom sings it</p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Telefon... Telefon berbunyi... Telefon, kami datang!... Telefon, Telefon berbunyi... Ada haiwan dalam bahaya... Ada haiwan dalam bahaya... Ada haiwan dalam bahaya di sanaaaaa..."</span></em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6692245388630085985?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-16466770968006420312008-12-16T21:15:00.000+08:002009-01-07T09:24:19.496+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWQCWIZj35I/AAAAAAAAAS4/RmFt5cpz3Hw/s1600-h/I"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288354441674874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SWQCWIZj35I/AAAAAAAAAS4/RmFt5cpz3Hw/s320/I%27m+singing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My first experience singing...! Mommy and Daddy brought me over to RedBox, Sogo... </div><div>There were Aunty Azmah, Uncle E1, Aunty Noriz and Uncle Aman, too...</div><div>I sang my whole heart out, not letting go of the microphone. </div><div>So all of them had to share those limited mics among them, coz surely this one is mine...</div><div></div><div>and they said I have a good voice, too!</div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[I only repeat ooooohhh... ooooohhhh... and they said I'm good? Wait until I sing one whole song, they'll go "Wow!"]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1646677096800642031?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-69266442549061474942008-12-10T14:25:00.003+08:002008-12-10T14:58:33.905+08:00Hi... I'd like to jot down what I am up to currently...<br /><br /><div align="left">1. Naming all my uncles, aunties, tokwan, atok &amp; neneks' cars... </div><div align="left">2. Sing "aku cinta...oooo... aku cinta... ooooo"... from <em><span style="color:#993300;">'Hanya Engkau Yang Mampu- Aizat'</span></em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">3. Jump on the bed... only my parents' bed</span></div><div align="left">4. Say "Duduk Mommy" or "Duduk Daddy" if I want to sit on either one's lap</div><div align="left">5. Say "<em>Please... Mommy, Adam want some...</em> eg. <em>'nub'</em> for milk, <em>'ayer'</em>, etc"</div><div align="left">6. Want to go "<em>Jajan</em>"... </div><div align="left">7. Sing Raihan's song 'Asyhaduallailahaillah'</div><div align="left">8. Dance whenever there is music blaring...</div><div align="left">9. Finish the sentence of "Macam- Macam <em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Aznil</strong></span></em>, Kelab <em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Pohhh</span></strong></em>, Lu Pikirlah <span style="color:#990000;"><em><strong>Sendiri</strong></em></span>"</div><div align="left">10. "<em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Nak Key-Key</strong></span></em>" - it means I want your car- key...</div><div align="left">11. Kissing people who is asleep... then tell them that they are sleeping e.g. "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">mommy teep</span></strong></em>"</div><div align="left">12. Will call your name few times... and you have to respond to it. If not, I'll keep calling you... e.g. "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">mommy, oooo mommy... mommy...</span></strong></em>" and mommy has to reply "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Yes, Adam.. or Yes, my son!</span></strong></em>"</div><div align="left">13. In the middle of the nite, if I'm in my baby-cot, I'll cry and say "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Teep mommy</span></strong></em>"- it means I want to sleep on the same bed as mommy and daddy...</div><div align="left">14. My bedtime story must only be from this 'Pinocchio' book... I'll go "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Eeee book</span></strong></em>" (read book for me, please)</div><div align="left">15. I'll go "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Nak tutuk</span></strong></em>" for a bottle of milk... say "<em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Cih</strong></span></em>" for thank you for the milk... and "<em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>more tutuk</strong></span></em>" if I need another round...</div><div align="left">16. Love to ride the motorbike with my atok... I'll say "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Vroom... vroom</span></strong></em>" and point to that bike, hoping that my atok will ride it with me...</div><div align="left">17. Say "<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Apakkkk</span></strong></em>" in the softest manner... (that's my uncle)</div><div align="left">18. I hide house-key, pen, sometimes food in my toy- car... 'The Lightning McQueen'</div><div align="left">19. I take the tv controller, pass it to mommy/daddy/anybody and tell them to switch to '<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Anil</span></strong></em>' for Aznil, or '<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">To To Bak</span></strong>'</em> for Tong- Tong Bak...</div><div align="left">20. I love watching Wonderpets (I call it '<em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Wopet</span></strong></em>')... and I recognize TV9 logo for Wonderpets</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>[mommy understands most of my needs, daddy had to ask mommy first whether he heard it correctly...]</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6926644254906147494?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-83739563639474446092008-12-08T23:48:00.001+08:002008-12-12T12:21:21.729+08:00My raya haji was fun... I watched 5 cows slughtered right in front of my eyes... "Cow, Cow, moo...moo..."<br />Daddy was working hard too... Proud of you, daddy... yeah!<br />Tho my nose was pretty much blocked, with some coughing... I overall enjoyed the whole day experience...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278748657737683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SUHh76sGUjI/AAAAAAAAARA/cheTnqiep3o/s320/Eid+Adha+%40+Tmn+Mega.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the audience, by the fence... it was raining the whole day...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SUHh8W8i6II/AAAAAAAAARQ/hzVKCwtcuY8/s1600-h/Daddy+helping+ppl+for+Eid+Adha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278748665322858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SUHh8W8i6II/AAAAAAAAARQ/hzVKCwtcuY8/s320/Daddy+helping+ppl+for+Eid+Adha.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:85%;">My daddy in action (orange shirt, "Jam Gadang" on it... Minang rocks!)... </span></strong></div><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SUHh8Ot6jKI/AAAAAAAAARI/qF5j2jLOONo/s1600-h/Adam+&amp;+PoG+lps+raya+Adha.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278748663114009762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SUHh8Ot6jKI/AAAAAAAAARI/qF5j2jLOONo/s320/Adam+%26+PoG+lps+raya+Adha.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Finally, lepak with my paksu G... </span></strong></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>[I got exhausted watching daddy... 5 cows really drained me out]</strong></span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-8373956363947444609?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-7594843135803417732008-12-04T11:33:00.003+08:002008-12-04T11:40:27.167+08:00with flu and cough... starting to have fever, too...<br />my nose is wet all the times, and things coming out from those caves, too...<br />the taste? do not ask...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>mommy :</strong> adam demam ke?</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>me :</strong> ...mam! (yes!)</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>mommy</strong>: kesian anak mommy... come, u want ubat??? I'll give u one...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>me : </strong>nak ubat...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br />yup! I now like my ubat... it's sweet, taste like candy... but it's no ordinary ubat, it's homoepathy punya ubat... that's why the taste is different as compared to the regular ones...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[can I have the ubat even when I'm not sick, mommy?]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-759484313580341773?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-80087951467438656182008-12-01T11:24:00.005+08:002008-12-02T18:10:42.638+08:00Yesterday we went to Midvalley, after filling up our tummies at a wedding reception (thanks neighbor!)<br />first destination... Starbucks Coffee...<br />mom wanted to have her toffee nut latte, and dad with his WiFi connection...<br />I had Tazo Giant Peach... sluurrrpppp... nice!<br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658518234921106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/STNZ-drheJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uPsuCjqY1Ak/s320/adam+enjoying+his+tazo.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-size:78%;">My Tazo... saploh ringgit sebotol!!! dang!</span></strong></p><p align="left">Then off to window shopping... mommy's way of de-stressing herself... and daddy being a sport himself, followed mommy... </p><p align="left">after miles and miles of walking, they decided it was now my turn to have fun... off we go to Mega Kids, a place for kids to hang- outs... and adults too... coz mom &amp; dad played, climbed and slide with me... </p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[muat- muat jek those tunnels to fit mom &amp; dad's bods...]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-8008795146743865618?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-38815265460749952872008-11-23T16:30:00.004+08:002008-12-02T18:11:18.481+08:00We went back to Melaka, my great grandma's place...<br />to attend mommy's good friend wedding...<br />the next day, mommy used her best skills to persuade daddy to bring us to the zoo...<br />yeay!<br /><br />lots of animals' name I've learnt...<br />mommy &amp; daddy were pretty excited themselves...<br />lucky that we hopped on the tram to go around the zoo...<br />we would be sleeping over at the zoo if we were to walk all the way... :)<br />good plan, daddy!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/STNecnqxVOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJvQRRHfkzI/s1600-h/adam+@+zoo+melaka+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274663434358707426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/STNecnqxVOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJvQRRHfkzI/s320/adam+%40+zoo+melaka+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>I want you to make bubbles, I don't care about those two enormous 'alley- phent'</strong> </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[I ended up spent more time at the playground there... boleh?]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-3881526546074995287?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-66217403080748438112008-11-18T15:22:00.004+08:002008-11-18T15:38:45.756+08:00<div>Now I brush my teeth everyday...</div><div>mom said to let it be white all the times...</div><div>and not to let little germs spread...</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>I like to brush my teeth,</div><div>my toothpaste has strawberry flavor...</div><div>I brush... brush... brush... and I swallowed... </div><div>good!</div><br /><div>once done, daddy or mommy wiped it off...</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269898476996785266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SSJwvmPD9HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wYubPMkk8SE/s320/brush+teeth.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[daddy, does choki-choki tastes like my toothpaste?]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-6621740308074843811?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-59415139602931111822008-11-14T10:47:00.006+08:002008-11-14T15:01:59.341+08:00Now before I go to bed, I'll ask mommy to massage me...<br />and mom knows best where is the best spot to soften me to let me go fast asleep...<br /><br /><strong>Me:</strong> <em>mommy, uyut.. uyut...</em><br /><strong>Mom:</strong> <em>say please then only i'll urut you...</em><br /><strong>Me:</strong> <em>please, mommy...</em><br /><strong>Mom:</strong> <em>ok... now lets lie down (and she starts her massage)...</em><br /><br />in less that 5 mins, I'll be quiet, and ready to be in the dreamland...<br />but I'll be "uyut...uyut... nak uyut" if she stops (because she's already asleep)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[and where's daddy in the pic??? he's already snoring long, long time ago... heheheh]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-5941513960293111182?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-53452538254254121732008-05-11T10:56:00.000+08:002008-11-14T11:07:00.735+08:00Azan...<br /><br /><br />my both grandparents live next to surau (different places)...<br />so I hear azan everyday...<br />I imitate the muazzin...<br />with my two hands on ears...<br />(my version is shorter, of course!)<br /><br /><br />mommy and daddy will ask me to azan when I want something...<br />be it my 'susu'...<br />they liked it, they said... it's cute ;)<br />so I'll just go "Awah wa-bar, Awah wa-bar..." (Allah is Great, Allah is Great)...<br /><br /><br /><strong>[see this abang on TV9 as muazzin... he's just 9 or 10... good for him, get to perform azan on national tv)</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-5345253825425412173?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-24822694445652295012008-04-12T22:00:00.000+08:002009-03-18T10:58:23.657+08:00Date: 12 Apr. 2008 (my birthday was on the 1o Apr.)<br />Time: 3 pm<br />Venue: Titiwangsa Lake<br />Theme: Dinosaurs...<br /><br />yeay! I am officially 1 year old already (but I can't remember the day I was born ;)...<br />mommy and daddy prepared everything for the party with the help from my aunties and uncles...<br />Thanks everybody! I love all my birthday gifts...<br /><p></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBXxX5zWqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gb7mCL5jG5c/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+389.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344066038848162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBXxX5zWqI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Gb7mCL5jG5c/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+389.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the cake (mommy baked it fresh!)</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBXx34DlHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n9uhlgN1qIE/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+323.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314344074621457522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBXx34DlHI/AAAAAAAAAcU/n9uhlgN1qIE/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+323.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">some of the food served</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBckI2KNuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pZ5-9yG1dyA/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+472.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314349336216876770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBckI2KNuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/pZ5-9yG1dyA/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+472.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the guests</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBck4cVNqI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xau9xacyS0I/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314349348993447586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBck4cVNqI/AAAAAAAAAck/Xau9xacyS0I/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+176.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">cake cutting time!</span></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBclXO3HtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/t_Musei1fPo/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+131.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314349357258448594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBclXO3HtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/t_Musei1fPo/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+131.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">post party, I'm thirsty and tired... mommy still maintain her composure</span></strong></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBclhYj6WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0JbyoSX0g18/s1600-h/Latest+of+26.12.08+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314349359983487330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/ScBclhYj6WI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0JbyoSX0g18/s400/Latest+of+26.12.08+076.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">some of the gifts presented to me... terima kasih, daun keladi!</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[mommy, u start planning for the 2nd one, already?]</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-2482269444565229501?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-18707333142289084222007-09-26T14:39:00.000+08:002008-11-14T16:36:37.455+08:00Tickle me... tickle me...<br />Daddy was in the art of entertaining me...<br /><div align="left">with a bolster for sure...</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5537ffc6199b553" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5537ffc6199b553%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331474200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D523AB08EB3B2A0AD16266F13EDDBB871B7CB05C6.239E5306DD6234B4232B1D2E30975D1E6B725186%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5537ffc6199b553%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_lJO7xhmsbPeyWGGAOwRg-WwIk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5537ffc6199b553%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331474200%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D523AB08EB3B2A0AD16266F13EDDBB871B7CB05C6.239E5306DD6234B4232B1D2E30975D1E6B725186%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5537ffc6199b553%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB_lJO7xhmsbPeyWGGAOwRg-WwIk&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[suara siapakah ini?]</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1870733314228908422?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-80704339402083525702007-04-29T15:46:00.000+08:002008-11-03T17:17:56.147+08:00A joint- together celebration with my first- cousin, Abg Adib...<br /><br />with marhaban, aqiqah for me and abg Adib... some people cut few strands of my hair, some just wet my face with water, some give money... and definitely lotsa kisses I got... many people came... I was sleeping, tho... foods were served, mommy and daddy was tired as heck... same goes to tokwan and nenek...<br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">abg adib took the lead </span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64XxNKI8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/6mAxYlhWwmM/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347732927718338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64XxNKI8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/6mAxYlhWwmM/s320/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64Yk9tGXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y6qrnxyUFug/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347746821544306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64Yk9tGXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y6qrnxyUFug/s320/IMG_2866.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>mommy carried me around...</strong><br /></span><br /></div><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">some makcik was happy to see me...</span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64Y7GvDII/AAAAAAAAAMg/lZwt0sZ2RPs/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347752765000834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64Y7GvDII/AAAAAAAAAMg/lZwt0sZ2RPs/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ6-MynpGGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_XGCEN3CXd8/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354141398440034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ6-MynpGGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_XGCEN3CXd8/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Paksu G did his part...</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">among the AJK of the ceremony... tokwan, aunty ufa</span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64ZO28QDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4mLwTXgtDxg/s1600-h/IMG_2874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264347758067466290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ64ZO28QDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4mLwTXgtDxg/s320/IMG_2874.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ6-NXfKaBI/AAAAAAAAANA/VZkSkVzFd80/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354151294986258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQ6-NXfKaBI/AAAAAAAAANA/VZkSkVzFd80/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">yup... I'm beaten too!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-8070433940208352570?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-12307690924594139092007-04-12T15:01:00.000+08:002008-11-03T15:09:49.991+08:00I've done my obligation... to cut what I need to cut...<br />performed on the second day I see the world... Dr. Amin Tan did it...<br />when I'm big, no more pain (hope not!)<br /><br />but my tok wan was against it... he planned to have big ceremony for all his grandsons...<br />he said that's one of our milestone in life...<br />alaa, adat jek tok wan... but I can still be in the crowd jugak...<br />I can still get the money... but I don't have to gantung my sarong, or use mini tudung saji ;)<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[say 'No' to TUNGAU, too... yeah!]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1230769092459413909?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-90250505955508080972007-04-10T20:34:00.007+08:002008-11-02T21:14:20.836+08:00mommy checked-in on 9th apr... tapi tak sakit... dr. induced her that nite with pill... tak berapa jalan. The next day, masuk air pulak... tak berapa jalan lagi... nurse popped her waterbag... (ewww, pls do not imagine)... and wait for dilation... lama laa pulak... she was in the labor room from 10.30am to 9.30pm (I got out at 8.34pm)... at first plan not to take epidural... then, she realized her pain threshold was very low... plus next room occupant was so loud (screaming "Mak sakitnya, mak...") she took it... and it was over in no time... Alhamdulillah... daddy was overjoyed... walaupon baru tgk berbaldi2 darah mommy...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>[daddy, can eat ahh after that???]</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262883918621262322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmFCj-JQfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n47afeqRJB8/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>on their way to check-in... I feel the tension already...</strong> </span></div><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262883925000832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmFC7vJxjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6CNMCswt12A/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">mommy anticipating how would things go in the "battlefield"</span></strong></div><p></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262883925621164290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmFC-DDSQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GnSUnT7G690/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">serabutnya wayar, and they both kept their composure well...</span></strong><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262883925767006210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmFC-l0qAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rkY0ikycWjo/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">proud daddy, i am...</span></strong><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262883927933595058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmFDGqYLbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DHZPGa7rhT4/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">i am... what i am</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-9025050595550808097?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-58543671570322106122007-04-08T15:44:00.003+08:002008-10-30T18:38:41.355+08:00Early trimester, mommy vomited a lot! really, a lot! and tido... esp during daytime.<br />malam susah nak tido... why ah?<br />even my nenek scolded her, saying that it's not good for me in the tummy...<br />really ah?<br /><br />2nd trimester, nothing serious...<br />jalan tetap laju, maintain...<br /><br />3rd trimester, mommy got gestational diabetis... (kesian dia lagi...)<br />took meds, no more sugary stuff etc...<br />and feet swollen... mcm untut, she would say...<br />and foot- cramped every nite... kejut daddy suruh urut...<br />daddy dgn ngantuk2nya served his duty greatly...<br /><br />but overall mommy said she enjoyed her pregnancy period... (orait lah, mommy!)<br />loved the attention... (but during her lrt rides, banyak kali gak tak dapat tpt duduk... cheh!)<br />loved the clothes, and mostly... loved the way daddy would fulfilled what she was craving, be it midnite... (hmmm, I'm grateful too, daddy... coz that was for me, too)...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[so mommy, when's the next one?]</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262891250878172738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmLtWwazkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G1h6QemaM2M/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">during Boyz II Men concert @ Genting... layan!</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262891261736645826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmLt_NR9MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EOyNUHyORSc/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">In Langkawi... Underwater World</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262891256205191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmLtqmeqyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/7DntKX3maZk/s320/IMG_2539.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>She even did jungle- tracking... oh mommy! </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(to Tasik Dayang Bunting, Langkawi)</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262891261342317250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W67JTQ32vPQ/SQmLt9vQ-sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/lTARXw0jASQ/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Last but not least, SHOPPING!!! her fav past-time...</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(She's definitely a woman with extra energy...)</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-5854367157032210612?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-18386113620046474162006-08-08T11:00:00.001+08:002008-10-30T16:11:53.839+08:00Mom &amp; Dad went for the follow-up... to know the result.<br />tapi mommy said macam tak rasa apa2... except 2 nites before terasa nak makan tomyam ACKLG, yg masam baekkk punya...<br /><br />then, it was urine test... the result: <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">POSITIVE</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">they looked at each other, and gelak... sbb tak percaya &amp; didnt know how to react... </span><br /><br />hoyeh.. hoyeh! I'm on my way to meet them...<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[excited ke tak dorang nih???]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1838611362004647416?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472282578658671398.post-10974733142224764022006-07-25T20:00:00.002+08:002008-11-02T21:12:57.865+08:00Mommy went for her treatment today. It's called <a href="http://infertility.about.com/od/infertilitytreatments/a/what_is_IUI.htm">IUI</a>. Then she went to her workplace, had her first class (she was teaching, BTW...)<br />She said, she just sat down during that class/ day (and preached :)...<br />(bukan malas, but dr. said it's better to rest (dont go to work) or put yourself upside- down for higher chances of conceiving)...<br /><br />kesian dia...<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[daddy pon tonggeng sekali tak???]</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472282578658671398-1097473314222476402?l=heiya-heiya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roz Razallihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15329396824802440294noreply@blogger.com0