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6 Months and Counting
My baby is now 6 months old. I've come to realize that I have not written anything about her. Poor baby. Bad mommy!
B and I can really say that Zara is a spitting image of Zareef when he was a baby. Memang betul satu acuan. Recently, during a flurry of spring cleaning, I discovered my baby pictures. Lo and behold... my two kids look exactly like me when I was a baby especially Zara with her bald head and all. "Aduhhhss... kuat betul genetic you nih! Muka I sikit pun tak sangkut kat derang dua..." Hihihih... apo nak dikato la kan...
She's starting to form her own character, that little princess of mine. Very curious! I swear, if her head could do a 360 spin, then she'll be doing it again and again. If something catches her attention, she'd stare at it intently without batting an eyelid. She's scooting around now. Every now and then, she'd lift her butt way up high in her attempt to crawl. She's sprouted two tiny pearly white teeth on the bottom gum. A very deadly weapon especially when she's breastfeeding.
I started her on solid food when she was 4 months old. First it was just plain old baby rice. Took her a month to master the art of swallowing. Now she's a pro. Her favorite food of all would be chicken, potatoes, cauliflower with cheese. In fact, she loves anything that has cheese in it. Sebijik macam abang dia. Zareef's all time favorite was cauliflower and broccoli with cheese.
She's almost done with her immunization save for the last one. She's a strong one, this little girl of mine. Didn't cry when the sharp needle poke her heavenly soft and chubby bum. But I think this GP of mine tak pandai cucuk la because every single time, there would be a bruise on my baby's butt. Zareef dulu takde pun. Itu lagi la, nurse je yang cucuk.
The most dreaded part has begun. Her separation anxiety has rear its ugly head. She'll scream and wail if she doesn't see anyone in her line of sight. I have learnt to turn a deaf ear on so that my sanity remains intact for both of our sake. To overcome this, I'm trying the peek-a-boo approach. Every 5 minutes or so, I'll just show my face to her, talk to her and give her a hug and then get out of the room. This is just to comfort her and reassure her that mommy is still within reach but mommy has to do lots of work so will you please not cry, wail and shout.
Zareef has been a real good big brother to his little sister. Now that Zara is able to show emotions, laugh at Zareef's antics and watch in interest at everything that Zareef does, Zareef in return is having fun playing with her. The biggest change would be his lack of interest in watching cartoons when he gets back from school. He'd change his clothes and wash his hands (I'm very anal about this. Everyone must always have clean hands before holding my baby!) and then would start to talk to her while showing her his work from school. Masa ni, Zara will smile, laugh, coo, gaa gaa in response to her brother's storytelling. Then, both of them would play together (Zareef would do most of the playing while Zara would watch and scream in delight at every cars and robots and legos that comes within her reach). Memang la a picture perfect moment and really my definition of heaven on earth. Total bliss!
Come evening, I would prop Zara in her MacLaren and we'd make a trip to the playground. Every, single day without fail! While Zareef is busy playing with his friends, I would push Zara making a few loops around the playground. Must exercise too, right.
On good nights, Zara can sleep through till morning but most of the nights, it would just be wishful thinking. By 9 she's ready to sleep. She'll wake up once around 3 and then 5, then 7. Oh well, sleepless nights come in the package of having a baby. So, whether I like it or not, terima je la.
Here are some pictures of my baby...
Zareef trying to make his sister smile. Not a very successful attempt :(
Hey look!... She's smiling on her own now...
Ohhhh... that cute cheeky adorable face of hers really melts my heart.
Time for bed little princess. Pooh and friends will lull you to sleep.
Ohhh those cute chubby drooping cheeks of hers. Mana la mommy tak geram asyik nak gigit je!
Her new set of wheels.
B and I can really say that Zara is a spitting image of Zareef when he was a baby. Memang betul satu acuan. Recently, during a flurry of spring cleaning, I discovered my baby pictures. Lo and behold... my two kids look exactly like me when I was a baby especially Zara with her bald head and all. "Aduhhhss... kuat betul genetic you nih! Muka I sikit pun tak sangkut kat derang dua..." Hihihih... apo nak dikato la kan...
She's starting to form her own character, that little princess of mine. Very curious! I swear, if her head could do a 360 spin, then she'll be doing it again and again. If something catches her attention, she'd stare at it intently without batting an eyelid. She's scooting around now. Every now and then, she'd lift her butt way up high in her attempt to crawl. She's sprouted two tiny pearly white teeth on the bottom gum. A very deadly weapon especially when she's breastfeeding.
I started her on solid food when she was 4 months old. First it was just plain old baby rice. Took her a month to master the art of swallowing. Now she's a pro. Her favorite food of all would be chicken, potatoes, cauliflower with cheese. In fact, she loves anything that has cheese in it. Sebijik macam abang dia. Zareef's all time favorite was cauliflower and broccoli with cheese.
She's almost done with her immunization save for the last one. She's a strong one, this little girl of mine. Didn't cry when the sharp needle poke her heavenly soft and chubby bum. But I think this GP of mine tak pandai cucuk la because every single time, there would be a bruise on my baby's butt. Zareef dulu takde pun. Itu lagi la, nurse je yang cucuk.
The most dreaded part has begun. Her separation anxiety has rear its ugly head. She'll scream and wail if she doesn't see anyone in her line of sight. I have learnt to turn a deaf ear on so that my sanity remains intact for both of our sake. To overcome this, I'm trying the peek-a-boo approach. Every 5 minutes or so, I'll just show my face to her, talk to her and give her a hug and then get out of the room. This is just to comfort her and reassure her that mommy is still within reach but mommy has to do lots of work so will you please not cry, wail and shout.
Zareef has been a real good big brother to his little sister. Now that Zara is able to show emotions, laugh at Zareef's antics and watch in interest at everything that Zareef does, Zareef in return is having fun playing with her. The biggest change would be his lack of interest in watching cartoons when he gets back from school. He'd change his clothes and wash his hands (I'm very anal about this. Everyone must always have clean hands before holding my baby!) and then would start to talk to her while showing her his work from school. Masa ni, Zara will smile, laugh, coo, gaa gaa in response to her brother's storytelling. Then, both of them would play together (Zareef would do most of the playing while Zara would watch and scream in delight at every cars and robots and legos that comes within her reach). Memang la a picture perfect moment and really my definition of heaven on earth. Total bliss!
Come evening, I would prop Zara in her MacLaren and we'd make a trip to the playground. Every, single day without fail! While Zareef is busy playing with his friends, I would push Zara making a few loops around the playground. Must exercise too, right.
On good nights, Zara can sleep through till morning but most of the nights, it would just be wishful thinking. By 9 she's ready to sleep. She'll wake up once around 3 and then 5, then 7. Oh well, sleepless nights come in the package of having a baby. So, whether I like it or not, terima je la.
Here are some pictures of my baby...
Zareef trying to make his sister smile. Not a very successful attempt :(
Hey look!... She's smiling on her own now...
Ohhhh... that cute cheeky adorable face of hers really melts my heart. 
Time for bed little princess. Pooh and friends will lull you to sleep.
Ohhh those cute chubby drooping cheeks of hers. Mana la mommy tak geram asyik nak gigit je!
Her new set of wheels. Tuesday, April 24, 2007
When Girlfriends Meet
I have not seen these ladies for more than 6 years. After 2 weeks of planning, thanks to Zied, the organizer, we finally met at Ikea's Cafe before adjourning to Little Penang Cafe. Memang tak habis-habis makan. It was great fun meeting with these lovely, wacky and bubbly ladies. We were doing the non-stop talking-eating-laughing routine. Very therapeutic indeed!
For three solid hours, my face was in constant smiling-laughing mode. Balik rumah, terpaksa massage muka lagi tu! Lenguh betul but it was well worth it. I felt so sorry and regretful for having to leave early. Home duty calls, y'all!!
I'm so glad that I got to meet Aje, Zied, Dilla and Amy. All of us were collegemates back in ADP/PPP. Zied and Amy were my crazy roomies while Dilla was the roomy one floor below and Aje was a few blocks away. In addition to that, Zied and Aje were my juniors from SSP. Plus, all of us are bloggers. So, there were so many bases to cover, too many stories to listen and lots of juicy gossips to chow down. Kalau one whole day jumpa pun memang tak cukup la.
from left: Aje, Zied and Dilla
from left: Dilla, me and Amy
*notice who the camera whore was?? hehehhe...*
Thank you so much for the lovely excursion, ladies! We should do this again and again and again. Seriously!
For three solid hours, my face was in constant smiling-laughing mode. Balik rumah, terpaksa massage muka lagi tu! Lenguh betul but it was well worth it. I felt so sorry and regretful for having to leave early. Home duty calls, y'all!!
I'm so glad that I got to meet Aje, Zied, Dilla and Amy. All of us were collegemates back in ADP/PPP. Zied and Amy were my crazy roomies while Dilla was the roomy one floor below and Aje was a few blocks away. In addition to that, Zied and Aje were my juniors from SSP. Plus, all of us are bloggers. So, there were so many bases to cover, too many stories to listen and lots of juicy gossips to chow down. Kalau one whole day jumpa pun memang tak cukup la.
from left: Aje, Zied and Dilla
from left: Dilla, me and Amy*notice who the camera whore was?? hehehhe...*
Thank you so much for the lovely excursion, ladies! We should do this again and again and again. Seriously!
Cakes Galore
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American Chocolate Cake
A Brownie Birthday
Winnie the Pooh Birthday Cake
American Chocolate Cake
A Brownie Birthday
Winnie the Pooh Birthday CakeSaturday, April 07, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
6 Years of Marriage...
... and I forgot to write about it! Shessshhhh... bad! Very bad of me!!
Our wedding anniversary was 2 Sundays ago, 25th March to be exact. Started the day off with surprising B with my gifts. Yupp... he got more than one. Three in fact. With the help of Zareef and Zara, we managed to pull it off.
This year's celebration was rather low-key and low-cost but a memorable one because we get to celebrate it with Zara nevertheless. So, it was indeed a special one.
We went to KLCC. In less than 20 minutes we were there, thanks to clear roads all the way and toll-free to boot! Hehehhe... I like!!
We wanted, well actually it was I who wanted to try out Bukhara's high tea but it starts at 3 so B said why not have lunch at Haagen Daz. Lunch you say? With ice creams?? Yeah, why not... so lunch it is. For the record, we only go to Haagen Daz on special occasions, the last one being B's birthday.
Then, Zara needed a feed and a nappy change. We went to the baby's room near Tower Records. Can I just say that that place is fabulous!! Spacious, well-lit, equipped with comfy chairs and has several board games to entertain the larger than life babies. I simply loooovvveeeee it! I must say that it is the most fantastic baby room that I've ever come across since I came back to Malaysia. We spent a good hour there with me happily feeding Zara, Zareef enjoyed trying out the games there while B just sat and lazed in one of the comfy sofas. Such bliss!
A trip to KLCC will never be complete without me zipping in and out of stores. This time, I didn't do any damage to my wallet. It's more of a family outing rather than a shopping trip. Around 3.30, we made our way to Bukhara. At RM 28++ for adults and half of that for children 5 years old and above, it was well worth it. I loved the relaxed and laid back atmosphere that the place has. Choices of food although limited, were more than enough to satisfy my cravings for Middle Eastern food. Not all are from Middle East though. They also have fish fingers, ais kacang, sandwiches, fish balls (I'm rolling my eyes here!), fried mee hoon and a selection of desserts which thankfully included baklava. Okay, doesn't sound very Middle Eastern now, does it?! I was rather disappointed with the choice of food so I made sure that I stuffed myself crazy with the exotic ones. I think I'll give Al-Marjan a try next time and make a comparison.
Around 5ish, we headed home but not before I got B a birthday card. I had to run away from him for awhile and make a quick dash into one of the book stores.
We exchanged cards the next day. Me him and him me.
Zareef saw me writing the card and insist that he had a go too. I let him doodle away. I was pleasantly surprised to see him write his daddy's name complete with the title on the card. Anyway, when B saw my card, he said "Eh Aling, I think you gave me the same card last year la". I was going... WHAT?? "Ye ke... tak la. I would know if it was the same one". "Hmmm... tak pe la. Tomorrow I bawak balik from office, kay".
Come tomorrow, B showed me last year's anniversary card. Well, well, well... whaddaya know...
It's exactly the SAME! Aiyooohhh!! How could I have forgotten which card I bought for him. I'm really kicking myself for it. I thought Hallmark is supposed to get rid of last year's stock and replace them with new designs but NOOO... they still have it in stock and plentiful to boot. So, I'm putting up the two cards here so that when next year comes, I'll know which card to avoid.
Well, cards aside, we had a great time just the four of us. To my husband, B, I'm so sorry for the card incident. I totally forgot what I bought for you last year. I love you darling and I pray to Allah that our marriage will last till death do us part. InsyaAllah...
Our wedding anniversary was 2 Sundays ago, 25th March to be exact. Started the day off with surprising B with my gifts. Yupp... he got more than one. Three in fact. With the help of Zareef and Zara, we managed to pull it off.
This year's celebration was rather low-key and low-cost but a memorable one because we get to celebrate it with Zara nevertheless. So, it was indeed a special one.
We went to KLCC. In less than 20 minutes we were there, thanks to clear roads all the way and toll-free to boot! Hehehhe... I like!!
We wanted, well actually it was I who wanted to try out Bukhara's high tea but it starts at 3 so B said why not have lunch at Haagen Daz. Lunch you say? With ice creams?? Yeah, why not... so lunch it is. For the record, we only go to Haagen Daz on special occasions, the last one being B's birthday.
Then, Zara needed a feed and a nappy change. We went to the baby's room near Tower Records. Can I just say that that place is fabulous!! Spacious, well-lit, equipped with comfy chairs and has several board games to entertain the larger than life babies. I simply loooovvveeeee it! I must say that it is the most fantastic baby room that I've ever come across since I came back to Malaysia. We spent a good hour there with me happily feeding Zara, Zareef enjoyed trying out the games there while B just sat and lazed in one of the comfy sofas. Such bliss!
A trip to KLCC will never be complete without me zipping in and out of stores. This time, I didn't do any damage to my wallet. It's more of a family outing rather than a shopping trip. Around 3.30, we made our way to Bukhara. At RM 28++ for adults and half of that for children 5 years old and above, it was well worth it. I loved the relaxed and laid back atmosphere that the place has. Choices of food although limited, were more than enough to satisfy my cravings for Middle Eastern food. Not all are from Middle East though. They also have fish fingers, ais kacang, sandwiches, fish balls (I'm rolling my eyes here!), fried mee hoon and a selection of desserts which thankfully included baklava. Okay, doesn't sound very Middle Eastern now, does it?! I was rather disappointed with the choice of food so I made sure that I stuffed myself crazy with the exotic ones. I think I'll give Al-Marjan a try next time and make a comparison.
Around 5ish, we headed home but not before I got B a birthday card. I had to run away from him for awhile and make a quick dash into one of the book stores.
We exchanged cards the next day. Me him and him me.
Zareef saw me writing the card and insist that he had a go too. I let him doodle away. I was pleasantly surprised to see him write his daddy's name complete with the title on the card. Anyway, when B saw my card, he said "Eh Aling, I think you gave me the same card last year la". I was going... WHAT?? "Ye ke... tak la. I would know if it was the same one". "Hmmm... tak pe la. Tomorrow I bawak balik from office, kay".
Come tomorrow, B showed me last year's anniversary card. Well, well, well... whaddaya know...
It's exactly the SAME! Aiyooohhh!! How could I have forgotten which card I bought for him. I'm really kicking myself for it. I thought Hallmark is supposed to get rid of last year's stock and replace them with new designs but NOOO... they still have it in stock and plentiful to boot. So, I'm putting up the two cards here so that when next year comes, I'll know which card to avoid.
Well, cards aside, we had a great time just the four of us. To my husband, B, I'm so sorry for the card incident. I totally forgot what I bought for you last year. I love you darling and I pray to Allah that our marriage will last till death do us part. InsyaAllah...
A Special Delivery
Last week, I had a call from Sal, enquiring about a special request. It resulted in one large carrot cake but here's the special request part; to include several helium-filled balloons to go with the cake and delivered to hubby, Roslee at his workplace and... to keep it as a surprise. How about that?!
Okay, considering that I got the order in less than a-24-hours notice, my only worry at that time was where in the world can I get helium-filled balloons and it has to be surprise worthy to boot! A quick search on Google and I found a shop in PJ that stocks up on balloons from all the corners of the earth.
I quickly called B and urged him to get home early that evening to take care of the kids while I went for a balloon hunt. We all ended up going to the shop (sebab Zareef nak ikut tengok balloon shop). It's no joke man hunting for that shop during the peak hours of the evening jam. But, we made it.
The large carrot cake for Roslee.
It was adorned with simple decorations. Suitable for a guy to have it with his officemates.
Zareef simply loved the balloons. He has expressed that he wants 100 hundred of these balloons on his birthday this October.
Sal specifically asked for balloons that would draw attention to her guy since he is really shy and all. I hope that these balloons worked in doing so!
The birthday boy with his surprised cake and balloons but he remained cool and collected. If it were me, I would be jumping about like monyet kena cili.. hehhehe... He was very much surprised, I can say that much but still sporting enough to pose one for the camera.
When he walked in, I could hear the receptionist at the counter saying... "Wah... banyaknya balloons!! Birthday ke??" Yupp... the plan to draw attention to this shy guy worked! Yeay!!
So... happy birthday Roslee! I hope you had a great time with your lovely wife and here's to many more wonderful birthdays in years to come!
ps: Sal... next year nak buat surprise apa pulak?
Okay, considering that I got the order in less than a-24-hours notice, my only worry at that time was where in the world can I get helium-filled balloons and it has to be surprise worthy to boot! A quick search on Google and I found a shop in PJ that stocks up on balloons from all the corners of the earth.
I quickly called B and urged him to get home early that evening to take care of the kids while I went for a balloon hunt. We all ended up going to the shop (sebab Zareef nak ikut tengok balloon shop). It's no joke man hunting for that shop during the peak hours of the evening jam. But, we made it.
The large carrot cake for Roslee.
It was adorned with simple decorations. Suitable for a guy to have it with his officemates.
Zareef simply loved the balloons. He has expressed that he wants 100 hundred of these balloons on his birthday this October.
Sal specifically asked for balloons that would draw attention to her guy since he is really shy and all. I hope that these balloons worked in doing so!
The birthday boy with his surprised cake and balloons but he remained cool and collected. If it were me, I would be jumping about like monyet kena cili.. hehhehe... He was very much surprised, I can say that much but still sporting enough to pose one for the camera.
When he walked in, I could hear the receptionist at the counter saying... "Wah... banyaknya balloons!! Birthday ke??" Yupp... the plan to draw attention to this shy guy worked! Yeay!!So... happy birthday Roslee! I hope you had a great time with your lovely wife and here's to many more wonderful birthdays in years to come!
ps: Sal... next year nak buat surprise apa pulak?
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Me, Weird??
The rule of this tagging game is this:
People who are tagged should write a blog post of six weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose six people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
I have been tagged by Ibah about 6 weird things about me. It seems that almost all the blogs that I've visited has this. So... here goes...People who are tagged should write a blog post of six weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose six people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Weird # 1:
When I want to lull myself to sleep at night, I would take the corner of my blankie and twist up a small part of it and stick it into my ears. I then, would gently stroke my ears until I fall asleep. B was literally rolling on the floor laughing out loud when he got to know about it 6 years ago when we got married. I've been doing it since forever and I can't seem to break away from it. It's my ultimate comfort zone, therefore I do it secretly not wanting to share it with anyone. But now, it's out in the open.
Weird # 2:
I have this habit of counting everything that I do. I don't count aloud. I just do it in my heart. Like when I go up and down the stairs at home or any other stairs, I would unconciously start to count 1, 2, 3... When I whisk my eggs, I'll count the number of rounds that I've done. At night, I'll start to count the lamp posts one by one, that is provided B is driving. When I pick up the clothes from the laundry line, I'll count the number of hangers and clothes peg as I remove them from the hangers and unpeg them.
Weird # 3:
I can't stop myself from buying shoes and bags. Shoes, I can control but not bags. Noooooo... not bags. I have bags that I've never knew that I bought, some I haven't paraded around and some even have their original tissue stuffings in them! Sheesshh!! I discovered all of them when I moved to my new house and started to unpack my stuffs. Most of them were bought when I was studying in Purdue. The many, many shopping sprees to the factory outlets have resulted in me being a bag and shoe hoarder. I'm thinking of selling them (the bags and shoes) for el-cheapo prices. They range from Esprit, Nine West, DKNY, Guess to BCBG and YSL. Any buyers? It's more of an obsession rather than weird, don't you think so?
Weird # 4:
I eat nasi lemak and nasi goreng using a spoon but I eat the normal rice using my fingers. I don't feel right eating the first two with fingers. Can't really explain it.
Weird # 5:
I have this odd but irritating habit of correcting other people's grammar and pronounciation as they speak. The most usual suspect would of course be B. I used to tease him whenever he said paper. He'd pronounce it like pepper. Occasionally, I would ask him "Aling... how do you pronounce paper?" and he'd oblige and go like this "Paaayyyyper" sambil jeling2 kat kita. I also get easily irritated whenever I read anything that's grammatically wrong. Aduhhhsss... sakit mata ku memandang. Not to say that I have perfect grammar and my writing is flawless but pleaseeee make an effort of trying to write grammatically correct. I was such a stickler for good grammar, that I became B's proof reader when he wrote his phd thesis. I read through page by page all of his 200-something pages of draft before he handed it in to his supervisor. I'm proud to say that his supervisor was very pleased and even surprised with his level of competency and almost flawless writing.
Weird # 6:
I always, always blurt out whatever that is in my mind at that particular moment. Sometimes, people find it funny but most of the time, I find it to be shameful on my part. I mean, what I blurted out can be hurtful to others. So now, I try to control myself and try to think before I speak. That's my bad on my part.
Since I have to tag 6 more people, I'm tagging Zoowra, Dilla, Zied, Nong, Along (if you're up for it) and Llah (because she has not updated her blog for a very long time).
Friday, March 02, 2007
Bake Sale
"Ada ke orang nak beli?" That was the first thing I asked a friend when she suggested that I start selling my cakes. Her answer was 1) To roll her eyes till they could roll no more 2) "They'd be insane not to buy!"
Well... Cik Z... I'm heeding your advise and here goes...
Introducing my first bake sale, ever... What started out as a hobby to fill up my past time and Zareef's constant demand for cakes has turned out to be a passion so strong that it caught me by surprise and now to take it to the next level. To make it into a money-churning business.
Yes... I'm ashamed to admit that I need to sell my cakes to sustain my insatiable appetite for shopping plus I need MY OWN money! Penat la nak justify to B why I need this, why I need that. Wives... you know what I mean, right?! Anyway...
The above is a Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese topping. Very rich, moist and I would dare say that one slice is never enough. It comes in two sizes; small weighing in at 900g and large weighing in at 1.6 kg. The price? Small (as above) is RM 35 while a large one is RM 65 (I really do encourage volume purchases not that I mind baking the small ones, I do. It's just that it's more energy-saving).
Next, is my pride and joy. Actually, both are but of late, this has been getting more demands and popular with customers and they've been singing praises for my Chocolate Fudge Brownies. I'm selling a small piece weighing in at 600g for RM 25 while a large piece (as shown above) weighing in at 1.3 kg for RM 45. Again, I encourage volume rather than size. But if you have a small family consisting of just two or three people, it doesn't make sense to order a large one and have it stashed in your refrigerator for days, does it? But in my humble opinion, that will never happen!
I do make Cheesecakes with oreo base topped with either blueberry or strawberry. They only come in one large size and it's priced at RM 75. Sorry, no pictures yet because they get eaten before I could snap a decent picture of it. Next time ya!
The other one would be the Prune Cake. It's the same size as the Brownies and it costs RM 25 for a small one and RM 45 for a large one.
I do make deliveries but as always, there will be a delivery charge. Sorry, I have to because my house is conveniently located between the LDP and KESAS, so I have to pay toll charges everytime I get in or out of the house. I charge RM 10 per delivery for Puchong, Shah Alam, Subang Jaya, Putrajaya, Cyberjaya, PJ, Damansara, Kelana Jaya, Bangsar while it's RM 15 for Klang, downtown KL, Cheras, Ampang and Keramat. Order la banyak mana pun cakes, I still charge RM 10 for the former and RM 15 for the latter per delivery per address. Cukup la nak bayar for my fuel and toll charges.
For further information and pictures of said cakes, please go to http://bakingwithpassion.blogspot.com. Please email me with your order details at noresh_anshar@yahoo.com or just leave your details in the comment section.
Looking forward to doing business with you! Thank you.
Well... Cik Z... I'm heeding your advise and here goes...
Introducing my first bake sale, ever... What started out as a hobby to fill up my past time and Zareef's constant demand for cakes has turned out to be a passion so strong that it caught me by surprise and now to take it to the next level. To make it into a money-churning business.
Yes... I'm ashamed to admit that I need to sell my cakes to sustain my insatiable appetite for shopping plus I need MY OWN money! Penat la nak justify to B why I need this, why I need that. Wives... you know what I mean, right?! Anyway...
The above is a Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese topping. Very rich, moist and I would dare say that one slice is never enough. It comes in two sizes; small weighing in at 900g and large weighing in at 1.6 kg. The price? Small (as above) is RM 35 while a large one is RM 65 (I really do encourage volume purchases not that I mind baking the small ones, I do. It's just that it's more energy-saving).
Next, is my pride and joy. Actually, both are but of late, this has been getting more demands and popular with customers and they've been singing praises for my Chocolate Fudge Brownies. I'm selling a small piece weighing in at 600g for RM 25 while a large piece (as shown above) weighing in at 1.3 kg for RM 45. Again, I encourage volume rather than size. But if you have a small family consisting of just two or three people, it doesn't make sense to order a large one and have it stashed in your refrigerator for days, does it? But in my humble opinion, that will never happen!I do make Cheesecakes with oreo base topped with either blueberry or strawberry. They only come in one large size and it's priced at RM 75. Sorry, no pictures yet because they get eaten before I could snap a decent picture of it. Next time ya!
The other one would be the Prune Cake. It's the same size as the Brownies and it costs RM 25 for a small one and RM 45 for a large one.
I do make deliveries but as always, there will be a delivery charge. Sorry, I have to because my house is conveniently located between the LDP and KESAS, so I have to pay toll charges everytime I get in or out of the house. I charge RM 10 per delivery for Puchong, Shah Alam, Subang Jaya, Putrajaya, Cyberjaya, PJ, Damansara, Kelana Jaya, Bangsar while it's RM 15 for Klang, downtown KL, Cheras, Ampang and Keramat. Order la banyak mana pun cakes, I still charge RM 10 for the former and RM 15 for the latter per delivery per address. Cukup la nak bayar for my fuel and toll charges.
For further information and pictures of said cakes, please go to http://bakingwithpassion.blogspot.com. Please email me with your order details at noresh_anshar@yahoo.com or just leave your details in the comment section.
Looking forward to doing business with you! Thank you.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Unwind
Two Tuesdays ago, we went to Guoman for a one night stay. B had work to do and asked if I wanted to tag along. I said, yeah why not. Sun, sea, sand and sex... sape tak nak kan... hehehe...
It was Zara's first mini holiday and I wasn't too sure how she would react to it. I packed our stuffs and by noon we were off to PD. When we checked into our room, Zareef made a thorough tour of the room and gave his seal of approval, the two thumbs up (Zareef really, really loves staying at hotels) although I wasn't that satisfied with the room. The room decor was mighty ancient, there were no tub to chill in, air-cond wasn't working well (we were all sweating in the room that night. nasib baik ada kipas), channel selection wasn't impressive at all and the house-keeping service let me down (I requested for a shower gel TWICE but it never turned up!). However, the view from our floor managed to compensate for all the shortcomings that I had to endure.
Zareef was itching to jump into the pool and hit the beach. B was already gone for his workshop thingy. I was left alone to take care of the two kids. Hmmm... So I told Zareef not to wander too far from me. Just stick to playing the sand and the water's edge while I stayed with Zara who was firmly strapped to her Maclaren. Zareef was fine with that and so he ventured out on his own under my watchful eagle eyes.
I managed to snap the sunset. It took a lot of fiddling on my new cybershot but it was well worth it. Zareef, Zara and I just sat there and waited for the sun to set. Lovely, lovely sight. I just wished someone was there to capture a picture of the three of us with that beautiful view as a background. There wasn't a single soul to be found. We had the beach all to ourselves. Pretty wonderful and peaceful, I could just have stayed there forever.
The next morning, we woke up early (I really didn't get much sleep actually) so that B could spend some time with us especially since his son who was begging him to go swimming with him. Luckily enough, Zara managed to doze off. Maybe it was the cool sea breeze that did it but I was thankful because that means I could jump into the pool to take a dip.
It felt great to be able to swim again. I managed a few laps that was until Zareef decided to tail me and play a game of tag with me in the pool.
After what must have been ages, we finally went up to our room. I washed Zareef and Zara up, packed our things, ate sandwiches, fed Zara and Zareef and finally I could hit the shower. I reminded Zareef profusely to come and get me if Zara cried. This was what greeted me when I got out...
My two angels sleeping together. This is what I call, heaven on earth. It doesn't matter where I am, if my angels are with me, that is as close as heaven that I can get.
By the by, if anyone is interested in staying at Guoman and you're paying, then it'll set you back at RM440 per night. But I would say, it's not worth it with the kind of room that they have. However, if someone else is paying, then by all means, go. The pool and the beach made up for what the room lacked, as in our case that is.
It was Zara's first mini holiday and I wasn't too sure how she would react to it. I packed our stuffs and by noon we were off to PD. When we checked into our room, Zareef made a thorough tour of the room and gave his seal of approval, the two thumbs up (Zareef really, really loves staying at hotels) although I wasn't that satisfied with the room. The room decor was mighty ancient, there were no tub to chill in, air-cond wasn't working well (we were all sweating in the room that night. nasib baik ada kipas), channel selection wasn't impressive at all and the house-keeping service let me down (I requested for a shower gel TWICE but it never turned up!). However, the view from our floor managed to compensate for all the shortcomings that I had to endure.
Zareef was itching to jump into the pool and hit the beach. B was already gone for his workshop thingy. I was left alone to take care of the two kids. Hmmm... So I told Zareef not to wander too far from me. Just stick to playing the sand and the water's edge while I stayed with Zara who was firmly strapped to her Maclaren. Zareef was fine with that and so he ventured out on his own under my watchful eagle eyes.
I managed to snap the sunset. It took a lot of fiddling on my new cybershot but it was well worth it. Zareef, Zara and I just sat there and waited for the sun to set. Lovely, lovely sight. I just wished someone was there to capture a picture of the three of us with that beautiful view as a background. There wasn't a single soul to be found. We had the beach all to ourselves. Pretty wonderful and peaceful, I could just have stayed there forever.
The next morning, we woke up early (I really didn't get much sleep actually) so that B could spend some time with us especially since his son who was begging him to go swimming with him. Luckily enough, Zara managed to doze off. Maybe it was the cool sea breeze that did it but I was thankful because that means I could jump into the pool to take a dip.
It felt great to be able to swim again. I managed a few laps that was until Zareef decided to tail me and play a game of tag with me in the pool.
After what must have been ages, we finally went up to our room. I washed Zareef and Zara up, packed our things, ate sandwiches, fed Zara and Zareef and finally I could hit the shower. I reminded Zareef profusely to come and get me if Zara cried. This was what greeted me when I got out...
My two angels sleeping together. This is what I call, heaven on earth. It doesn't matter where I am, if my angels are with me, that is as close as heaven that I can get.
By the by, if anyone is interested in staying at Guoman and you're paying, then it'll set you back at RM440 per night. But I would say, it's not worth it with the kind of room that they have. However, if someone else is paying, then by all means, go. The pool and the beach made up for what the room lacked, as in our case that is.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Zara's Story
This is the story of Zara's birth. If it bores your eyes out, blame it on Along. She made a request for it.
3 days before Zara was borned, I had already felt wave of contractions come and go but they were so unpredictable that I said to myself, maybe it's just the braxton hicks making themself more prominent than ever.
Come the third day i.e. Thursday, Nov 9th, I couldn't stand it anymore. I woke B up and told him lets just go to the hospital because a) I'm worried that baby is not moving and b) contractions are getting to be unbearable albeit irregular. After solat and breakfast, I kissed Zareef goodbye (he was sleeping soundly and looking very angel-like), memorizing his face so that if anything happens to me, I'll be able to carry his memory with me. Yeah, very dramatic. I blame it on the hormones. In the car, while B was driving, I even minta maaf and minta halal makan minum. Pastu, ada ke B gelakkan. Cehhh... he assured me that everything was going to be fine and he'll be with me all the way.
We reached UKM's O&G emergency at 9 am. The attending doctor did a check on my progress and said that I was dilated at 3 cm but waterbag is still intact. So, to excite things, she went ahead and burst my waterbag. Oh my... the feeling of warm water gushing between my thighs was oh so uncomfortable. That was when the real pain began.
I was given a gown to change into. I couldn't walk so I had to be wheeled to the delivery room. A midwife shoved a pill literally up my ass so that I could do the no. 2. Lo and behold, 3 seconds later I was practically running to the loo. That pill certainly did a good job and I would very well recommend it to anyone who's constipated out there.
Back in the delivery room, the same midwife strapped my bulging belly with the baby's monitor. Terus boleh dengar heartbeat Zara. Very loud and clear. I was so relieved that baby was okay.
Half-an-hour later, the anaesthetist walked in and asked me "Nak epidural ke?" and I went "Nakkkkk....". Yeah... I'm a junky when it comes to combating pain. I have a near-zero tolerance for pain especially when it comes to giving birth. I had epidural with Zareef and I wouldn't miss it for the world with Zara. Another half-an-hour and I still felt the pain. What the heck?? Consultant ni bagi aku placebo ke? I cried and asked B to go hunt for the drug doc. He came "Still rasa sakit ke?" I could only reply with a nod. "Selalunya org lain dah okay with this dose. Looks like I have to top up your dose". And so he did. But still nothing magical happened. I was beginning to bawl (I know.. I'm such a baby). B went chasing after the drug doc again. He came in "You boleh rasa sakit lagi ke? (Dia buat muka disbelief). I think I'll have to change you to a stronger epi". After doing so, baru la rasa comfortable. Now, I can smile. See... I told you my pain tolerance is very low.
At 11 am, my gynae walked in. The first thing that she said was "Eh... dah on epi ke?". I replied "Nak buat camna... I'm a drug junky". She checked on me and said I was still at 3cm. After much deliberation, she decided to induce me as not to prolong my labor due to my history with Zareef which was 30 hours. Both B and I immediately agreed with her. Again, more drugs cruised in my bloodstream. Thank God for the epi!! I was told not to eat but after everyone went out, naughty B snucked in a bar of chocolate and a choc drink. I ate and drank because I was famished. Tapi bila midwife masuk je, B cepat2 sembunyikan the forbidden stuffs. Hehehhe... we were like two naughty kids.
At 3.58 pm, I was ready to push. I felt the greatest sensation to poo. The midwife went running to find my gynae who was with another patient which happened to be giving birth at the same time. My gynae had to run between the two of us, weaving in and out of the delivery rooms.
7 hours later, at 4.01 pm, after a very big push, my little princess emerged, all pink and covered with goo. It took her a few seconds to cry. I cried and cried too. My emotions were running amok but if felt good.
After 4 years, it was an experience of a lifetime. I thought I would have forgotten how it felt, how to breathe and how to push but everything came to me naturally and fell into the right places at the right time. I had doubts about looking after Zara after a long hiatus with Zareef but they were all unfounded. I seemed to remember how to do everything. Even B was a natural. So, no worries in that department.
Zara is 3 months old now. She's getting chubbier, bubblier and quite talkative with each passing day. She has even rolled over now but for the life of her, can't roll back. Zareef has taken the role of a dutiful brother to see to it that his sister doesn't suffocate herself by rolling her so that she can lie on her back. He has become the responsible and loving brother. No sibling rivalry whatsoever.
I'm so thankful that B was with me throughout the whole journey. I wouldn't know what to do if B wasn't at my side. He was my pillar of strength, my sea of calm and my source of food... hehehhe.. But seriously, I don't think I can do it without B's help. For the life of me, I simply cannot imagine women out there who give birth everyday without their husband by their side. I salute them for their inner strength, courage and bravery.
I know I've said it but I can't say it enough. Thank you darling... thank you, thank you, thank you.
3 days before Zara was borned, I had already felt wave of contractions come and go but they were so unpredictable that I said to myself, maybe it's just the braxton hicks making themself more prominent than ever.
Come the third day i.e. Thursday, Nov 9th, I couldn't stand it anymore. I woke B up and told him lets just go to the hospital because a) I'm worried that baby is not moving and b) contractions are getting to be unbearable albeit irregular. After solat and breakfast, I kissed Zareef goodbye (he was sleeping soundly and looking very angel-like), memorizing his face so that if anything happens to me, I'll be able to carry his memory with me. Yeah, very dramatic. I blame it on the hormones. In the car, while B was driving, I even minta maaf and minta halal makan minum. Pastu, ada ke B gelakkan. Cehhh... he assured me that everything was going to be fine and he'll be with me all the way.
We reached UKM's O&G emergency at 9 am. The attending doctor did a check on my progress and said that I was dilated at 3 cm but waterbag is still intact. So, to excite things, she went ahead and burst my waterbag. Oh my... the feeling of warm water gushing between my thighs was oh so uncomfortable. That was when the real pain began.
I was given a gown to change into. I couldn't walk so I had to be wheeled to the delivery room. A midwife shoved a pill literally up my ass so that I could do the no. 2. Lo and behold, 3 seconds later I was practically running to the loo. That pill certainly did a good job and I would very well recommend it to anyone who's constipated out there.
Back in the delivery room, the same midwife strapped my bulging belly with the baby's monitor. Terus boleh dengar heartbeat Zara. Very loud and clear. I was so relieved that baby was okay.
Half-an-hour later, the anaesthetist walked in and asked me "Nak epidural ke?" and I went "Nakkkkk....". Yeah... I'm a junky when it comes to combating pain. I have a near-zero tolerance for pain especially when it comes to giving birth. I had epidural with Zareef and I wouldn't miss it for the world with Zara. Another half-an-hour and I still felt the pain. What the heck?? Consultant ni bagi aku placebo ke? I cried and asked B to go hunt for the drug doc. He came "Still rasa sakit ke?" I could only reply with a nod. "Selalunya org lain dah okay with this dose. Looks like I have to top up your dose". And so he did. But still nothing magical happened. I was beginning to bawl (I know.. I'm such a baby). B went chasing after the drug doc again. He came in "You boleh rasa sakit lagi ke? (Dia buat muka disbelief). I think I'll have to change you to a stronger epi". After doing so, baru la rasa comfortable. Now, I can smile. See... I told you my pain tolerance is very low.
At 11 am, my gynae walked in. The first thing that she said was "Eh... dah on epi ke?". I replied "Nak buat camna... I'm a drug junky". She checked on me and said I was still at 3cm. After much deliberation, she decided to induce me as not to prolong my labor due to my history with Zareef which was 30 hours. Both B and I immediately agreed with her. Again, more drugs cruised in my bloodstream. Thank God for the epi!! I was told not to eat but after everyone went out, naughty B snucked in a bar of chocolate and a choc drink. I ate and drank because I was famished. Tapi bila midwife masuk je, B cepat2 sembunyikan the forbidden stuffs. Hehehhe... we were like two naughty kids.
At 3.58 pm, I was ready to push. I felt the greatest sensation to poo. The midwife went running to find my gynae who was with another patient which happened to be giving birth at the same time. My gynae had to run between the two of us, weaving in and out of the delivery rooms.
7 hours later, at 4.01 pm, after a very big push, my little princess emerged, all pink and covered with goo. It took her a few seconds to cry. I cried and cried too. My emotions were running amok but if felt good.
After 4 years, it was an experience of a lifetime. I thought I would have forgotten how it felt, how to breathe and how to push but everything came to me naturally and fell into the right places at the right time. I had doubts about looking after Zara after a long hiatus with Zareef but they were all unfounded. I seemed to remember how to do everything. Even B was a natural. So, no worries in that department.
Zara is 3 months old now. She's getting chubbier, bubblier and quite talkative with each passing day. She has even rolled over now but for the life of her, can't roll back. Zareef has taken the role of a dutiful brother to see to it that his sister doesn't suffocate herself by rolling her so that she can lie on her back. He has become the responsible and loving brother. No sibling rivalry whatsoever.
I'm so thankful that B was with me throughout the whole journey. I wouldn't know what to do if B wasn't at my side. He was my pillar of strength, my sea of calm and my source of food... hehehhe.. But seriously, I don't think I can do it without B's help. For the life of me, I simply cannot imagine women out there who give birth everyday without their husband by their side. I salute them for their inner strength, courage and bravery.
I know I've said it but I can't say it enough. Thank you darling... thank you, thank you, thank you.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Stupid is as Stupid does
I'm such a klutz!! I was trying to add some codes to my site and now everything has gone haywire! ARggghhhhh!!! All at a click of a button.
I've lost all my favorite links instead of saving it!
I'm lucky that all my previous posts are still there.
So people, bear with me as I try to fix this blog of mine. I can assure you, it'll be a very long work in progress... sheeesssshhhh!!
I've lost all my favorite links instead of saving it!
I'm lucky that all my previous posts are still there.
So people, bear with me as I try to fix this blog of mine. I can assure you, it'll be a very long work in progress... sheeesssshhhh!!
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
First Post of the Year 2007
I would like to introduce the latest addition to our small family...
Zahra Ilana binti Mohd. Fadlee
The happy brother
The proud daddy
Zara and Zareef
Zara and cousin Umar who was borned 1.5 months earlier
Zahra Ilana binti Mohd. Fadlee borned on 9th November 2006 at 1601 hrs
UKMSC, Kuala Lumpur
weighing in at 3.31 kg
UKMSC, Kuala Lumpur
weighing in at 3.31 kg
The happy brother 
The proud daddy
Zara and Zareef
Zara and cousin Umar who was borned 1.5 months earlierFriday, October 13, 2006
Friday the 13th
Uhhhh... spooooky.... NOT!!
My darling son Zareef,
Today marks the day you turn 4. Another milestone in life which Mummy and Daddy feel very fortunate to be a part of.
You started the week with falling really ill when your temperature spiked up to 39c at 3 am thanks to Daddy's virus which unfortunately caught up on you complete with cough, flu and you even complained of headaches. Alhamdulillah, the worst is now over with just an occasional cough and snort looming over. What a way to start celebrating your birthday.
Through it all, you've been very strong and cheerful about it which simply amazes me. But you have been that way from the day you were borned when you were left with no fluid at all in Mummy's tummy for 4 whole days and managed to survive, when you fell down from the trike and distorted your nose when you were 1, when you had your chicken pox at the age of 2 and most recently when you were lost from my side for a whole of 25 minutes at Mid Valley at the late age of 3. I'm proud to say that you have survived through it all.
Your constant inquisitiveness has made Mummy and Daddy to be constantly on our feet hence sometimes driving me up the wall when all that you ask for are answers to your innocent yet thought provoking questions to quench your thirst for knowledge. You have turned to be quite the chatterbox too but only with people that you know especially Atok, Nenek, Wan, Pak Ngah and Pak Chu. Sometimes I wonder whether you've aged beyond your years because when I listen to you talking to Atok, it seems that you've gone light years ahead.
You have learned to help around the house like locking up the doors, fetching things for Mummy when she's too lazy or too heavy to get up and get it herself, started to learn to clear the table and wash the dishes (only the plastic ones though. Hands off on Mummy's Wedgies, Porties, Nories and Royals), water Daddy's prized Philippine grass and plants, wipe the counter top and ohhh.... not forgetting your favorite, helping Mummy when she's baking. You would stand on the stool for hours on end trying to help me with baking from start to finish. I know you meant well but sometimes, it can become quite exasperating.
You are really looking forward to the arrival of baby adik. From the way you've separated your toys ("This is for baby adik. Nanti Zareef can show baby adik how to play with it".) to helping us set out the cot and changing table to volunteering to getting her nappies and other stuffs and saying that "Nanti Zareef jaga baby adik for Mummy". Your eyes shine whenever you looked at baby adik's ultrasound on the monitor. And that, my son, I know that you will be the responsible brother that we hope you would be.
Like I've written down in last year's post, I'll say it again and I will not stop saying it. I will move heaven and earth for you to make everything go smoothly your way. I will beg, borrow and even steal for your wellbeing. Anything for my son.
You have complete Mummy's and Daddy's lifes and now with the impending arrival of baby adik next month, that will be an added bonus. I simply cannot imagine my life without you. Not a single day, not a single minute. And because of that, I have decided to give up pursuing my career and instead stay at home to be with you so that you can get the best possible care that I can give you. I must say, it has been worth it. You have bloomed right in front of me, surprising me everyday with your antics, your wit, your concern and your thoughts. Not once have I ever regret giving up my job to raise you myself.
My son Zareef,
On this joyful and wonderful day, Mummy and Daddy vow to make it the happiest day of your life. But it won't stop today, it will go on for as long as both of us live. You're our angel, our love, our life. You're just the perfect son that we've always wanted (but can you please cut down on your merajukness and hard-headedness? That would really help, thank you!). We love you very much son. May Allah bless you with all the good things that life has to offer. Amin!
My darling son Zareef,
Today marks the day you turn 4. Another milestone in life which Mummy and Daddy feel very fortunate to be a part of.
You started the week with falling really ill when your temperature spiked up to 39c at 3 am thanks to Daddy's virus which unfortunately caught up on you complete with cough, flu and you even complained of headaches. Alhamdulillah, the worst is now over with just an occasional cough and snort looming over. What a way to start celebrating your birthday.
Through it all, you've been very strong and cheerful about it which simply amazes me. But you have been that way from the day you were borned when you were left with no fluid at all in Mummy's tummy for 4 whole days and managed to survive, when you fell down from the trike and distorted your nose when you were 1, when you had your chicken pox at the age of 2 and most recently when you were lost from my side for a whole of 25 minutes at Mid Valley at the late age of 3. I'm proud to say that you have survived through it all.
Your constant inquisitiveness has made Mummy and Daddy to be constantly on our feet hence sometimes driving me up the wall when all that you ask for are answers to your innocent yet thought provoking questions to quench your thirst for knowledge. You have turned to be quite the chatterbox too but only with people that you know especially Atok, Nenek, Wan, Pak Ngah and Pak Chu. Sometimes I wonder whether you've aged beyond your years because when I listen to you talking to Atok, it seems that you've gone light years ahead.
You have learned to help around the house like locking up the doors, fetching things for Mummy when she's too lazy or too heavy to get up and get it herself, started to learn to clear the table and wash the dishes (only the plastic ones though. Hands off on Mummy's Wedgies, Porties, Nories and Royals), water Daddy's prized Philippine grass and plants, wipe the counter top and ohhh.... not forgetting your favorite, helping Mummy when she's baking. You would stand on the stool for hours on end trying to help me with baking from start to finish. I know you meant well but sometimes, it can become quite exasperating.
You are really looking forward to the arrival of baby adik. From the way you've separated your toys ("This is for baby adik. Nanti Zareef can show baby adik how to play with it".) to helping us set out the cot and changing table to volunteering to getting her nappies and other stuffs and saying that "Nanti Zareef jaga baby adik for Mummy". Your eyes shine whenever you looked at baby adik's ultrasound on the monitor. And that, my son, I know that you will be the responsible brother that we hope you would be.
Like I've written down in last year's post, I'll say it again and I will not stop saying it. I will move heaven and earth for you to make everything go smoothly your way. I will beg, borrow and even steal for your wellbeing. Anything for my son.
You have complete Mummy's and Daddy's lifes and now with the impending arrival of baby adik next month, that will be an added bonus. I simply cannot imagine my life without you. Not a single day, not a single minute. And because of that, I have decided to give up pursuing my career and instead stay at home to be with you so that you can get the best possible care that I can give you. I must say, it has been worth it. You have bloomed right in front of me, surprising me everyday with your antics, your wit, your concern and your thoughts. Not once have I ever regret giving up my job to raise you myself.
My son Zareef,
On this joyful and wonderful day, Mummy and Daddy vow to make it the happiest day of your life. But it won't stop today, it will go on for as long as both of us live. You're our angel, our love, our life. You're just the perfect son that we've always wanted (but can you please cut down on your merajukness and hard-headedness? That would really help, thank you!). We love you very much son. May Allah bless you with all the good things that life has to offer. Amin!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Ramadhan
The holy month of Ramadhan is here again. Alhamdulillah... This will be our first Ramadhan after experiencing the past 4 in Loughborough. I'm pretty sure it'll be a shock to both of us because I know it'll be scorching hot compared to fasting in the cold winter, the long hours compared to only fasting for only 8 hours and last but not least, I'm pregnant now which will make a lot of difference. I just pray that I'll be able to make it for the entire month without facing any problems whatsoever.
Preparations wise, I'm done with Zareef's baju raya. A pair of red baju melayu (he chose it himself at Alamanda) and loads of shirts, t-shirts and pants which I've bought during last summer sale and shoes pun melambak hasil hobby mummy yang suka bershopping kat carboot.
B pulak, hmmm... he says he doesn't need anything new except for a pair of khakis due to his ehem ehem expanding waistline. However, I do plan to get him a new pair of baju melayu because the one that he has is almost 3 years old now.
As for me... no baju kurung would fit me now and I don't see the point to make new ones considering my present condition. So, I'm just gonna wear my maternity clothes which I think would just suit me fine.
Cookies and cakes... I'm planning of baking our favorites which are choc chip cookies, honey coated cornflakes and pineapple tarts. I've been getting orders for my carrot cake for people to bring home to their hometown for Raya. Other than that, I'm thinking of baking blueberry cheesecake, prune cake and choc fudge brownies. Tu pun kalau larat la.
Other than that, I'm trying my best to prepare our house to be more homely. We've yet to buy a dining table and chairs. Boxes need to be unpacked and stuffs put in its proper places. Zareef's toys... oh dear.. what shall I do with his toys. We need to buy lots and lots of storage bins so that his toy room can at least look like one. For now, it looks more like a dumping ground for toys.
Oh not forgetting the impending arrival of baby adik (as Zareef has been calling her). I have got to dig out all the baby's feeding accessories, clothes, travel system, swing, bedding etc. from the boxes. I have to remember to prepare the hospital bag and put it in the car in case she decides to make an early appearance which I hope won't be for another 3 weeks (that's when I'll be at my 36th week). Kalau boleh nak la beraya dulu... hehehe...
But most importantly in this holy month of Ramadhan is to do as much as amal ibadat as I possibly can and pray that all my deeds will be accepted by Allah Al-Mighty.
So to all my muslim readers out there, I wish all of you Ramadhan al-Mubarak!
Preparations wise, I'm done with Zareef's baju raya. A pair of red baju melayu (he chose it himself at Alamanda) and loads of shirts, t-shirts and pants which I've bought during last summer sale and shoes pun melambak hasil hobby mummy yang suka bershopping kat carboot.
B pulak, hmmm... he says he doesn't need anything new except for a pair of khakis due to his ehem ehem expanding waistline. However, I do plan to get him a new pair of baju melayu because the one that he has is almost 3 years old now.
As for me... no baju kurung would fit me now and I don't see the point to make new ones considering my present condition. So, I'm just gonna wear my maternity clothes which I think would just suit me fine.
Cookies and cakes... I'm planning of baking our favorites which are choc chip cookies, honey coated cornflakes and pineapple tarts. I've been getting orders for my carrot cake for people to bring home to their hometown for Raya. Other than that, I'm thinking of baking blueberry cheesecake, prune cake and choc fudge brownies. Tu pun kalau larat la.
Other than that, I'm trying my best to prepare our house to be more homely. We've yet to buy a dining table and chairs. Boxes need to be unpacked and stuffs put in its proper places. Zareef's toys... oh dear.. what shall I do with his toys. We need to buy lots and lots of storage bins so that his toy room can at least look like one. For now, it looks more like a dumping ground for toys.
Oh not forgetting the impending arrival of baby adik (as Zareef has been calling her). I have got to dig out all the baby's feeding accessories, clothes, travel system, swing, bedding etc. from the boxes. I have to remember to prepare the hospital bag and put it in the car in case she decides to make an early appearance which I hope won't be for another 3 weeks (that's when I'll be at my 36th week). Kalau boleh nak la beraya dulu... hehehe...
But most importantly in this holy month of Ramadhan is to do as much as amal ibadat as I possibly can and pray that all my deeds will be accepted by Allah Al-Mighty.
So to all my muslim readers out there, I wish all of you Ramadhan al-Mubarak!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
My Worst Nightmare, EVER!!
My worst nightmare ever is to lose Zareef in a public place. So, just imagined how I felt when it became true last week at MidValley.
Both of us (I'm notoriously well knowned to drag Zareef for my shopping rendezvous when everyone else is slogging away at the office), went to MidValley after finishing my chores at the office. My plan was to grab lunch, do the groceries and get home before everyone else shoots off from the workplace to avoid traffic jams.
We had lunch then it was off to Carrefour for groceries. Nak buat cerita, Zareef fell in love with a bicycle there and he simply had to have it. Given that Zareef has been having 2nd hand toys for the longest time ever, I didn't have the heart to say no to his pleas for a new black shiny bike. I told him, just this once I'll succumb to him. Otherwise, it's a definitely no-no.
Since we've just moved to our new home, my trolley was filled to the brim with all kinds of stuffs from pots to storage bins to perishable items. All this while, Zareef was happily cycling around Carrefour on his new bike while happily ringing the bell around corners signaling that he was coming through.
After paying for everything, we slowly made our way to the lift near Manhattan Fish Market, me pushing the trolley and Zareef cycling his bike. We got into the lift heading down to P2. When the door opened, I got out first because I wanted to hold the door for Zareef to get out. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough and the door closed on Zareef! I was horrified!! I pressed the button repeatedly but the door won't open. Instead, it started to make its way up. Ya Allah... nak gugur jantung dibuatnya. I prayed and prayed that Zareef would stay put in the lift. The lift made its way up to the 5th floor and down. That was the longest wait that I had to endure.
When the lift arrived and opened its door at P2, it was empty! Oh my God! Now, I'm a total wreck. I started crying cry my eyes out. I didn't know what to do at first. I was rendered helpless. I went in the lift and decided to stop floor by floor to search for my boy but it was hopeless. He was nowhere to be seen. I went back to LG and got out. There were a couple of MFM's staff there and I asked whether they've seen a boy on his bike get out of the lift.
"Ada kak. Dia keluar lift naik basikal. Dia carik akak kot"
I was devastated. How was I supposed to find Zareef in a mall as huge as MidValley? I cried and cried. People looked but I didn't care a hoot. A lovely kind lady approached me and asked what's wrong. I told her I just lost my 4 year old son.
"Oh my goodness. This is bad. Never mind, I'll helf you find him"
I looked at her and could only manage a gratitude smile for I was so caught up in crying for my lost son.
"Why don't we go to the information counter and ask the people there to make a page about your son?"
Wonderful idea I thought! Apasal la aku tak pikir pasal benda nih?! I called B and told him I lost Zareef feeling all wretched and useless for losing my son.
"You kat mana?"
"I kat MidValley"
"Ok. I'm going there now"
While I was on the escalator heading upwards towards center court, I heard a page.
"Perhatian kepada semua ibubapa. Kepada mana2 ibubapa yang kehilangan anak lelaki berbangsa Melayu, berumur sekitar 3 hingga 4 tahun, memakai baju biru dan seluar cokelat, sila datang ke kaunter informasi sekarang juga"
I felt a relief washed over me like I have never felt before. I thanked God that nothing bad had happened to Zareef. From far I could see my boy at the information counter crying his eyes out. I rushed over and swept him in my arms hugging him tightly, all the while crying myself thanking God that he was safe and sound.
"I'm so sorry I lost you. I'm so sorry I was careless. I'm so sorry that you had to endure a traumatic moment", I whispered in his ears. It was a tearful and emotional reunion for the both of us.
The undercover security guard told me that a couple found him in the lift all alone going up and down. Concerned for his safety, they contacted a security guard and told her of a lost boy in the lift. She coerced him to come out of the lift but he wouldn't budge. She asked him, "ayah mana?" He replied, work. She asked him, "mama mana?" He pointed his fingers downwards. Blessed him, my boy for knowing exactly where I was. Then she asked him, "baru beli basikal ke?" and he nodded. Seeing that Zareef would not get out of the lift, she told him that she will help him to find his mummy. Only when hearing this, did Zareef agree to follow her and she brought him to the information counter.
I was eternally and still am grateful to the security guard. May God bless her kind soul! The security guard then accompanied us to our car seeing that both of us weren't in the right frame of mind. He praised Zareef for being a smart boy and being wary of strangers and for trying his hardest to find me.
We went home immediately both of us quiet having just endured a harrowing experience. I was so relief to reach our sanctuary. I carried a sleeping Zareef in and we cuddled on the sofa waiting for B to reach home.
I simply cannot put to words the feelings that I went through when I lost Zareef for a good 25 minutes. It may be short to you but to me it was the longest 25 minutes of my life. Horrible images passed through my mind but I am so thankful that nothing of that kind happened to him or else, I can never forgive myself.
That night, I held him and hugged him to sleep, never ever wanting to let him go. He's my life, my soul and my love. I could not imagine even for a second losing him but I had. God gave me a second chance to prove that I can once again be a better mom. And I thank Allah for that.
Both of us (I'm notoriously well knowned to drag Zareef for my shopping rendezvous when everyone else is slogging away at the office), went to MidValley after finishing my chores at the office. My plan was to grab lunch, do the groceries and get home before everyone else shoots off from the workplace to avoid traffic jams.
We had lunch then it was off to Carrefour for groceries. Nak buat cerita, Zareef fell in love with a bicycle there and he simply had to have it. Given that Zareef has been having 2nd hand toys for the longest time ever, I didn't have the heart to say no to his pleas for a new black shiny bike. I told him, just this once I'll succumb to him. Otherwise, it's a definitely no-no.
Since we've just moved to our new home, my trolley was filled to the brim with all kinds of stuffs from pots to storage bins to perishable items. All this while, Zareef was happily cycling around Carrefour on his new bike while happily ringing the bell around corners signaling that he was coming through.
After paying for everything, we slowly made our way to the lift near Manhattan Fish Market, me pushing the trolley and Zareef cycling his bike. We got into the lift heading down to P2. When the door opened, I got out first because I wanted to hold the door for Zareef to get out. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough and the door closed on Zareef! I was horrified!! I pressed the button repeatedly but the door won't open. Instead, it started to make its way up. Ya Allah... nak gugur jantung dibuatnya. I prayed and prayed that Zareef would stay put in the lift. The lift made its way up to the 5th floor and down. That was the longest wait that I had to endure.
When the lift arrived and opened its door at P2, it was empty! Oh my God! Now, I'm a total wreck. I started crying cry my eyes out. I didn't know what to do at first. I was rendered helpless. I went in the lift and decided to stop floor by floor to search for my boy but it was hopeless. He was nowhere to be seen. I went back to LG and got out. There were a couple of MFM's staff there and I asked whether they've seen a boy on his bike get out of the lift.
"Ada kak. Dia keluar lift naik basikal. Dia carik akak kot"
I was devastated. How was I supposed to find Zareef in a mall as huge as MidValley? I cried and cried. People looked but I didn't care a hoot. A lovely kind lady approached me and asked what's wrong. I told her I just lost my 4 year old son.
"Oh my goodness. This is bad. Never mind, I'll helf you find him"
I looked at her and could only manage a gratitude smile for I was so caught up in crying for my lost son.
"Why don't we go to the information counter and ask the people there to make a page about your son?"
Wonderful idea I thought! Apasal la aku tak pikir pasal benda nih?! I called B and told him I lost Zareef feeling all wretched and useless for losing my son.
"You kat mana?"
"I kat MidValley"
"Ok. I'm going there now"
While I was on the escalator heading upwards towards center court, I heard a page.
"Perhatian kepada semua ibubapa. Kepada mana2 ibubapa yang kehilangan anak lelaki berbangsa Melayu, berumur sekitar 3 hingga 4 tahun, memakai baju biru dan seluar cokelat, sila datang ke kaunter informasi sekarang juga"
I felt a relief washed over me like I have never felt before. I thanked God that nothing bad had happened to Zareef. From far I could see my boy at the information counter crying his eyes out. I rushed over and swept him in my arms hugging him tightly, all the while crying myself thanking God that he was safe and sound.
"I'm so sorry I lost you. I'm so sorry I was careless. I'm so sorry that you had to endure a traumatic moment", I whispered in his ears. It was a tearful and emotional reunion for the both of us.
The undercover security guard told me that a couple found him in the lift all alone going up and down. Concerned for his safety, they contacted a security guard and told her of a lost boy in the lift. She coerced him to come out of the lift but he wouldn't budge. She asked him, "ayah mana?" He replied, work. She asked him, "mama mana?" He pointed his fingers downwards. Blessed him, my boy for knowing exactly where I was. Then she asked him, "baru beli basikal ke?" and he nodded. Seeing that Zareef would not get out of the lift, she told him that she will help him to find his mummy. Only when hearing this, did Zareef agree to follow her and she brought him to the information counter.
I was eternally and still am grateful to the security guard. May God bless her kind soul! The security guard then accompanied us to our car seeing that both of us weren't in the right frame of mind. He praised Zareef for being a smart boy and being wary of strangers and for trying his hardest to find me.
We went home immediately both of us quiet having just endured a harrowing experience. I was so relief to reach our sanctuary. I carried a sleeping Zareef in and we cuddled on the sofa waiting for B to reach home.
I simply cannot put to words the feelings that I went through when I lost Zareef for a good 25 minutes. It may be short to you but to me it was the longest 25 minutes of my life. Horrible images passed through my mind but I am so thankful that nothing of that kind happened to him or else, I can never forgive myself.
That night, I held him and hugged him to sleep, never ever wanting to let him go. He's my life, my soul and my love. I could not imagine even for a second losing him but I had. God gave me a second chance to prove that I can once again be a better mom. And I thank Allah for that.
Monday, August 07, 2006
A Fairy Tale Wedding
It was a sweet yet grand wedding. One of the best that I've ever attended. Mostly because they are the two good friends that I've known since my Boiler days plus the fact that Roslee made a special performance for his bride, Sal by playing the saxophone, serenading her with Now and Forever and Getaran Jiwa. We were astounded to find out that Roslee has a hidden talent. Not that I've heard him play while we were at Purdue.Anyway, the wedding was held at Sheraton Imperial last night. I had to attend it alone since B was at home recuperating from an appendix surgery (that will be featured in another post). A magnificent ice sculpture greeted us at the entrance to the ballroom.
I sat at table 13 with Emi, Fred, Iwan, Lin and Cobou. The other four were Sal's friend whom we didn't know.
Here, Emi is seen writing in an autograph book that Sal had specifically placed on every table especially for her guests to jot down a few words as remembrance. But, Emi being Emi, was busy writing away as if the autograph book belongs to her... heheheh... Don't blame her though. We all wrote quite lengthy stuffs in there. All of us even had to squeeze writing in available spaces after watching Roslee play the sax.
After the wedding, it was picture-whoring time. Can you believe it that none of us brought cameras!! All of us had to rely on our phones which explains the rather grainy pictures. Tak pe la, Sal had a group of photographers roaming around taking pictures. So at least, some of our pictures were professionally taken. Sal's' wedding had a garden concept which I must say is simply beautiful!
Standing L-R: Lin, Aida, LinaSitting L-R: Cobou, Me, Emi, Fred
Cobou was in a rebellious mood. He neither wore a lounge suit nor a traditional costume.
The end of a glorious wedding. Sal looked absolutely resplendent and gorgeous in her white gown. I would like to wish them all the happiness in the world and may Allah bless their lives as husband and wife forever. Two of my good friends, united at last!l-r: Iwan, Roslee, Sal, Emi, Fred, me, Lin
Thursday, August 03, 2006
A Different Story
First of all, let us say a prayer for all those who lost their life in the massacre in Lebanon. May their soul rest in peace and blessed by Allah. Al-Fatihah!
I have never written anything politically-inclined in this blog of mine. But the unjust and inhumane happenings in Lebanon is just unthinkable that I'm sure some of you if not all, share the same sentiments as I do. I just wish I have the superpowers to get rid of Bush, Blair and Israel so that world peace can be restored and all these genocides can be stopped. You know, like possessing powers like Magneto so that I can crush all their ammos and fighter jets. Or the mind of Jean so that I can control the surroundings to be in my favor. Or even, the powers of Storm so that I can cause turbulence in Israel hence letting them taste a dose of their own medicine.
Since I have none of the above, I shall opt for another way. If I can't fight them in a battle, then I can very well do my bid in not supporting their economy. So far, I've stopped going to Tesco, McDonalds (even though Zareef has been wailing to go), Starbucks, KFC and anything remotely American. Yes people, I'm boycotting all American and Jew related products. You see, from the way I see it, every sen spent in their store is like buying them bullets that will kill the Lebanese and Palestinians.
It's quite hard though because some of my favorite brands are to the likes of Gap, Osh Kosh, Victoria Secret, Esprit, DKNY, Nike, Timberland and the list goes on. And I do have tonnes of these stuffs bought during my student heydays in the States. But I can't do anything about the past, can I when all money was spent shopping like crazy during Thanksgiving Sale and at the Factory Outlets. However, I can make a change now.
I'm trying very, very hard not to go into these stores especially now that the Mega Sale is on. Even shopping for groceries takes me twice longer because I have to select which products go into my basket and which goes back to the shelves. I'm crazy for Vanilla Coke but now I have to resort to Kickapoo. I love Mars bars but now I think I'll have to buy Kandos. Instead of eating KFC or Kenny Rogers, we now go to Nandos eventhough the smell of KFC can make my legs turn to jell-o.
I try where I can. It's just something that I fell I'm compelled to do because I can't bear to see the heartbreaking news showing pictures of children going about in their ruined city that has been torn to bits and pieces. They have no food, shelter nor clothes and some to the extent of being recently orphaned. Sumer sebab Yahudi punya pasal. I try to imagine, what if it was Zareef and my soon-to-be-borned baby. What if it were to happen to them? No... I can't let that happen to them.
So there, I've said my peace. What's yours??
I have never written anything politically-inclined in this blog of mine. But the unjust and inhumane happenings in Lebanon is just unthinkable that I'm sure some of you if not all, share the same sentiments as I do. I just wish I have the superpowers to get rid of Bush, Blair and Israel so that world peace can be restored and all these genocides can be stopped. You know, like possessing powers like Magneto so that I can crush all their ammos and fighter jets. Or the mind of Jean so that I can control the surroundings to be in my favor. Or even, the powers of Storm so that I can cause turbulence in Israel hence letting them taste a dose of their own medicine.
Since I have none of the above, I shall opt for another way. If I can't fight them in a battle, then I can very well do my bid in not supporting their economy. So far, I've stopped going to Tesco, McDonalds (even though Zareef has been wailing to go), Starbucks, KFC and anything remotely American. Yes people, I'm boycotting all American and Jew related products. You see, from the way I see it, every sen spent in their store is like buying them bullets that will kill the Lebanese and Palestinians.
It's quite hard though because some of my favorite brands are to the likes of Gap, Osh Kosh, Victoria Secret, Esprit, DKNY, Nike, Timberland and the list goes on. And I do have tonnes of these stuffs bought during my student heydays in the States. But I can't do anything about the past, can I when all money was spent shopping like crazy during Thanksgiving Sale and at the Factory Outlets. However, I can make a change now.
I'm trying very, very hard not to go into these stores especially now that the Mega Sale is on. Even shopping for groceries takes me twice longer because I have to select which products go into my basket and which goes back to the shelves. I'm crazy for Vanilla Coke but now I have to resort to Kickapoo. I love Mars bars but now I think I'll have to buy Kandos. Instead of eating KFC or Kenny Rogers, we now go to Nandos eventhough the smell of KFC can make my legs turn to jell-o.
I try where I can. It's just something that I fell I'm compelled to do because I can't bear to see the heartbreaking news showing pictures of children going about in their ruined city that has been torn to bits and pieces. They have no food, shelter nor clothes and some to the extent of being recently orphaned. Sumer sebab Yahudi punya pasal. I try to imagine, what if it was Zareef and my soon-to-be-borned baby. What if it were to happen to them? No... I can't let that happen to them.
So there, I've said my peace. What's yours??
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Back to Normal
After a month long of football overdose (that's B. I only joined in the fun during the quarter-finals onwards), it's back to normal sleeping hours for him and me. Why me? Because usually after watching football, B would come into bed and start to kacau me.
Then, there was Wimbledon. I was flipping back and forth between channel 82 and 83. It's a wonder the remote didn't konked out on me. I'm so happy that Mauresmo and Federer won. But what was Federer thinking wearing that white jacket when entering the center court? Argghhh... someone should shoot his stylist! Such an overkill!!
Now, we can start concentrating on more pressing matters like... doing up our home. Work is currently in progress. The grilles are in, the electrician is rewiring the whole house, the plumber will be in to connect our pipes to the main supply so that water pressure on the upper floor will be stronger and install the hot showers, then the electrician will be in again to install all fans, aircond and lights and finally... the people from the kitchen shop will install the kitchen cabinets and built-in wardrobe. Lepas tu barula upacara membasuh rumah. Then can we only move in. Phewwww... sounds tiring.
All our money that we've saved up has been used. We've been sucked high and dry. Did I mention furnitures? You're right... I didn't because there will be none, save for a two-seater that we bought before we went to UK, our bed which I bought when we were getting married andddd... that's it! Oh my... that's it people. Our home will be a Japanese-Zen like style. The living and dining area will be bare until further dough comes rolling in. Come to think of it, what the hell did I bring back in that 20-footer container of mine? Hmmm... toys, toys and more toys! Goodness!! Why the hell didn't I buy 2nd hand furnitures over there?! Waittt... I know why. Our house then was so tiny, we couldn't possibly fit in anymore extra furnitures unlike some of our friends who went furniture-hunting like mad on ebay and bought truck loads of them and were lucky enough to have garages for them to hoard their finds.
Hmmpphhh... maybe I should sell a set or two of my chinas so that I can buy myself a decent set of sofa for the living area and a dining set. If I do, any takers?? Or... I could hold a garage sale and sell off half of the stuffs that we brought home. Hey... that's an idea! Or... you people out there can start buying from me medical cards and education insurance for your family and children. You know... these two things; hospitalization and education are not getting any cheaper. We know that hospitalization and surgeries cost a bomb nowadays and I know for a fact that scholarships and education loans will be scarce by the time Zareef is ready to head to college. So... give me a call people and I'll try my best to sort out your woes and misery.
Then, there was Wimbledon. I was flipping back and forth between channel 82 and 83. It's a wonder the remote didn't konked out on me. I'm so happy that Mauresmo and Federer won. But what was Federer thinking wearing that white jacket when entering the center court? Argghhh... someone should shoot his stylist! Such an overkill!!
Now, we can start concentrating on more pressing matters like... doing up our home. Work is currently in progress. The grilles are in, the electrician is rewiring the whole house, the plumber will be in to connect our pipes to the main supply so that water pressure on the upper floor will be stronger and install the hot showers, then the electrician will be in again to install all fans, aircond and lights and finally... the people from the kitchen shop will install the kitchen cabinets and built-in wardrobe. Lepas tu barula upacara membasuh rumah. Then can we only move in. Phewwww... sounds tiring.
All our money that we've saved up has been used. We've been sucked high and dry. Did I mention furnitures? You're right... I didn't because there will be none, save for a two-seater that we bought before we went to UK, our bed which I bought when we were getting married andddd... that's it! Oh my... that's it people. Our home will be a Japanese-Zen like style. The living and dining area will be bare until further dough comes rolling in. Come to think of it, what the hell did I bring back in that 20-footer container of mine? Hmmm... toys, toys and more toys! Goodness!! Why the hell didn't I buy 2nd hand furnitures over there?! Waittt... I know why. Our house then was so tiny, we couldn't possibly fit in anymore extra furnitures unlike some of our friends who went furniture-hunting like mad on ebay and bought truck loads of them and were lucky enough to have garages for them to hoard their finds.
Hmmpphhh... maybe I should sell a set or two of my chinas so that I can buy myself a decent set of sofa for the living area and a dining set. If I do, any takers?? Or... I could hold a garage sale and sell off half of the stuffs that we brought home. Hey... that's an idea! Or... you people out there can start buying from me medical cards and education insurance for your family and children. You know... these two things; hospitalization and education are not getting any cheaper. We know that hospitalization and surgeries cost a bomb nowadays and I know for a fact that scholarships and education loans will be scarce by the time Zareef is ready to head to college. So... give me a call people and I'll try my best to sort out your woes and misery.
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