<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281</id><updated>2011-11-15T21:05:32.337+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='adek'/><category term='music'/><category term='diaper'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='ayska'/><category term='kakak'/><category term='cny'/><category term='arina'/><category term='class'/><title type='text'>This is the life..</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lilypie.com/pic/2010/02/25/XNxs.jpg" width="53" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie - Personal picture"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lb1f.lilypie.com/5PRhp8.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie First Birthday tickers"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4636612128127661144</id><published>2011-06-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:08:08.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>the sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSokfLxIDA/TgLWoQ5NHUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t5iTt629O_g/s1600/IMG00990-20110529-1139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSokfLxIDA/TgLWoQ5NHUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t5iTt629O_g/s320/IMG00990-20110529-1139.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters, best friends, play mates, 'teacher-student', 'boss-worker', sis-nemies whatchamacalit... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun to see their relationship, how it develops and the interactions between them. My hope is that they will grow to be in the best sister relationship any sisters can have and to be there for each other no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4636612128127661144?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4636612128127661144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4636612128127661144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4636612128127661144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4636612128127661144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/sisters.html' title='the sisters'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXSokfLxIDA/TgLWoQ5NHUI/AAAAAAAAAcU/t5iTt629O_g/s72-c/IMG00990-20110529-1139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8614103130335079213</id><published>2011-02-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:50:21.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kakak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adek'/><title type='text'>hello there</title><content type='html'>I have been away for too long. Thought i might give a little update or two. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak has been in standard one for about a month and a half now. She's on holiday today because it is a 'hari peristiwa' decided by the school. But I only got to know about it the day before yesterday. So, cant plan to take leave since I was on leave yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak got a few friends from kindy in the same class with her now. So I guess she felt right at home even during the extra classes that they got prior to the start of school in January. In fact, she has a friend that she goes to tuition with thats in the same class. To top to that, they have already made plans to meet up for a playdate this Saturday! And it is not the first time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i must say, i have a feeling the thing that got her excited the most about her new school must be the canteen and the bookshop!! She would find the smallest reason to buy something in school. Sometimes she would just bring back what she bought and happily pass the biscuit etc to her Adek! :D Her very first purchase was a mineral water, btw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Adek, on the other hand, is very happy to be able to get something new from her Kakak. Adek is a very determined little girl! Whatever Kakak has, she got to have it too! Whatever Kakak is doing, she must be doing it too, and, at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me, trying to get Kakak to practise her piano. The minute she got to the piano, there goes Adek, insisting on playing the Piano at the same time and they will fight for the space on the little piano that we have! There are times when I wish I have two pianos at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adek's vocabulary is slowly increasing but she got her baby 'pelat'. So, its not so bad now communicating with her cause we can sort of 'understand' what she wants. She knows how to say 'mine' in order to insist that its her thing and not her kakak's. Some of her words that I can remember now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mousse - Mickey mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bibo - Dibo the gift Dragon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doya - Dora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lagu - song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tatit - sakit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atuh - jatuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oup - soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;titen - chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;piyo - her favourite bolster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tin - her pacifier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nyanyuk - mosquito (so funny to hear her say nyanyuk instead of nyamuk!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She can call out to most of the family members of both sides of the family and she warms up to people easily and is very close to the family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her favourite thing to do now in the morning is to take the phone and passed it to bibik and ask her to call either her Nena or her Popo. And she will 'talk' until she is happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She only take one afternoon nap now and will have rice + lauk + soup (her favourite) with dessert twice a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her favourite time of the day would be when she gets to go to the field where most children from our neighbourhood gathers. She will always bring a ball along with her. So, you should see how she kicked a ball now. Just like any football player on tv! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both of the girls love to sing, so now, the minute we get into my car, Adek will insist on 'agu', that is for me to switch on the radio and their favourite songs now are from Yuna's Decorate album! Because thats what been playing on the player all these while! so the little girl will sing along to the tracks and in fact, kakak will have her favourites too! Track No 7, 9 and 10. Adek's fav is track No1. Dont ask me the title coz i know the songs by the track number too! If only i can record them singing along to the songs. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I should start uploading new songs and play it in the car! More nursery rhymes and ABCs song i guess! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8614103130335079213?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8614103130335079213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8614103130335079213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8614103130335079213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8614103130335079213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-there.html' title='hello there'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7740026531559844102</id><published>2010-09-29T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:45:47.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is not MiMi</title><content type='html'>But that is what my second daughter kept calling me at the moment. She can get 'mummy' the first time around, and then for the next 10 times later, its MiMi alll the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it cute and amusing and everyone around us now kept using MiMi also when talking to her . So, i dont think it will wear off as quickly as I would want it to be. She has other names like Mama or mamak or other similar sounding 'Mummy' names for me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... let me tell you. She says daddy or daddad perfectly well. Even has the 'manja' intonation that comes with it sometimes when she calls out for the Daddy. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arina is 'tat-tak' to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bibik..hmmm sounds perfectly Bib-bik (with the manja intonation again) *rolled eyes* hehe what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can say the word 'baby' everytime she sees a picture of a baby and 'nenna' quick clearly too.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other vocabs are still developing but her baby talk is so cute that I must, must record it one of these days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Selamat Hari Raya &amp;amp; Maaf Zahir Batin to all celebrating! (never too late to wish, right? :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7740026531559844102?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7740026531559844102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7740026531559844102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7740026531559844102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7740026531559844102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-name-is-not-mimi.html' title='My name is not MiMi'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7056635189491703027</id><published>2010-08-12T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:25:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standard One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TGLaYqZMZfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_Oufmt1buM/s1600/5334_129663715762_618070762_3712186_8117310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TGLaYqZMZfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_Oufmt1buM/s320/5334_129663715762_618070762_3712186_8117310_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Image is borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.azmanhizam.com/"&gt;azmanhizam photography&lt;/a&gt; ..thx dear! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My eldest girl is going into &lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Standard One&lt;/b&gt; next year! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Standard One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Yes, I have to repeat that and say that to myself time and time again! hehe! Can you tell that this mummy is still somewhat in disbelieved that time flew by so quickly and that her little girl is growing up oh so fast! She is even doing the multiplication table now in kindy ..I was even taken aback with that too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I prepared for all this, I ask myself..?? (see?! how I am still quite not absorbing it all yet?!) Well, enrollment and school is a whole different story altogether. Will get to that later.. Also, Mandarin will be another language we are hoping for her to learn to speak and write too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7056635189491703027?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7056635189491703027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7056635189491703027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7056635189491703027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7056635189491703027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/standard-one.html' title='Standard One'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TGLaYqZMZfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/m_Oufmt1buM/s72-c/5334_129663715762_618070762_3712186_8117310_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1693918512056597062</id><published>2010-07-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:54:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we wanna follow u daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfZ0pdwbZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ek3JnuKI3o4/s1600/IMG00320-20100717-1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfZ0pdwbZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ek3JnuKI3o4/s320/IMG00320-20100717-1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfZsw2uEpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qgDklYfgcnI/s1600/IMG00321-20100717-1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfZsw2uEpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/qgDklYfgcnI/s320/IMG00321-20100717-1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfalOFg3KI/AAAAAAAAAb0/P7X0I7lu7vQ/s1600/IMG00315-20100717-1407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfalOFg3KI/AAAAAAAAAb0/P7X0I7lu7vQ/s320/IMG00315-20100717-1407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfaEohBNFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WLz68NyieFk/s1600/IMG00319-20100717-1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfaEohBNFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WLz68NyieFk/s320/IMG00319-20100717-1409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These pictures were taken when Daddy-o was busy packing for work and was going on a 6-day trip last weekend. The two girls were busy getting in the way + the little one was actually trying to take out the things that Daddy-o had already packed in the bag! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Daddy-o! We always wanna follow you wherever you go (if only that is possible!) - well, there was one time when we got lucky rite! ;)&amp;nbsp; well, here's wishing for many, many more :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1693918512056597062?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1693918512056597062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1693918512056597062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1693918512056597062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1693918512056597062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-wanna-follow-u-daddy.html' title='we wanna follow u daddy!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/TEfZ0pdwbZI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Ek3JnuKI3o4/s72-c/IMG00320-20100717-1409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6272727435744269171</id><published>2010-07-13T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T12:41:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girl and handbags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just something I wanted to post here since I have not update anything here for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yesterday, as I was getting ready for work, Ayska walked in with a handbag in hand, just like a lady carrying her handbag, complete with hand gripped into a ball and pointing up to stop the bag from slipping down her shoulder hehe (note: handbag belongs to Arina) She’s all freshen up with her hair combed back and a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;She picked up my phone and passed it to me. She knows which phone belongs to who, she will pass my phone to me, Daddy’s phone to the Daddy.. And then she went to pick up the cap of her milk bottle from the floor and then her bottle from our dresser and tried to put it together while walking to the maid to get her to fix it on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Now, the funny sight was actually watching her walked back to my room with the bottle in one hand and put it into my opened bag and then picked up my bag to go out again! I just cant get the picture out of my head! What actually goes through her mind, I wonder?! Maybe she wanted to follow me to office, right?! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;She’s definitely a girly’s girl though as she just loves handbag and pretty necklaces ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6272727435744269171?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6272727435744269171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6272727435744269171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6272727435744269171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6272727435744269171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-girl-and-handbags.html' title='Little girl and handbags'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5072153765399883541</id><published>2010-04-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:11:44.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st birthday lil sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S7Qo9bfaqBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-jAogddJjP4/s1600/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S7Qo9bfaqBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-jAogddJjP4/s320/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sorry! hehe the pic should read I'm ONE! I kidnapped this photo from Daddy's FB *peace*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! I feel so bad i miss posting this yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time celebrating with the family a day before (coz Daddy-o was working that night on her birthday)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling under the weather and thus was a bit cranky that night. She got a slight flu after we came back from our Kuching trip and so, any slight mistake (or rather, when she didnt get what she wants) or when we try to wipe her runny nose (it was very messy), she'll show her tantrum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was such a surprise for us all, when we took out the cake and start singing the birthday song, it was like she knew it was meant for her and i guess she saw all the attention on her, and immediately her mood changed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was smiling and DANCING!! yeah, bouncing up and down to her birthday song and swaying left and right, like really enjoying the moment! And the adults around her was so excited that I think we sang a total of more than TEN times around just for her!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the cousins and her big sister helped to blow the candle for her..but she was so HAPPY nonetheless.. She even had fun cutting the cake, first with the help of her sister, then of course, she would not let go of the plastic knife!! almost butchering the cake! But it is her birthday cake, so she got to do what she wants with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a wonderful moment to witness that! Well, not the making a mess of the birthday cake, but just to see how she has grown over the ONE year and her enjoying the moment and especially celebrating it with our loved ones around her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am thankful that the whole family was there to make it extra special for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find that many words to describe the feeling of seeing her grow and that now, she is already one year old! How time flies so quickly, it was as if yesterday we were heading for our check up and found out that day was the day that she would be borne! Wound that up to a year later and that now, she is there, standing and laughing and running in front of us! Our little precious Ayska, our little sunshine and pride and joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mummy and Daddy and Kakak Arina loves you dear darling! We want only the best for you! Happy First Birthday! Muahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5072153765399883541?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5072153765399883541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5072153765399883541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5072153765399883541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5072153765399883541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-1st-birthday-lil-sunshine.html' title='Happy 1st birthday lil sunshine!!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S7Qo9bfaqBI/AAAAAAAAAbA/-jAogddJjP4/s72-c/FacebookHomescreenImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7817118950546759811</id><published>2010-03-18T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:54:26.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arina'/><title type='text'>My two little miss cheongsam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EH8D7fltI/AAAAAAAAAag/qDpokCng73U/s1600-h/DSC04915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EH8D7fltI/AAAAAAAAAag/qDpokCng73U/s320/DSC04915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EHmUH-a_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/-TK2h7CVpA8/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EHmUH-a_I/AAAAAAAAAaY/-TK2h7CVpA8/s320/DSC04862.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EInUL2bHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P20-LTFwSNY/s1600-h/DSC04885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EInUL2bHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/P20-LTFwSNY/s320/DSC04885.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EIgtMCFEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6t4akCu31gE/s1600-h/DSC04883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EIgtMCFEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6t4akCu31gE/s320/DSC04883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268843972773"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268843972774"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7817118950546759811?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7817118950546759811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7817118950546759811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7817118950546759811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7817118950546759811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-two-little-miss-cheongsam.html' title='My two little miss cheongsam...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S6EH8D7fltI/AAAAAAAAAag/qDpokCng73U/s72-c/DSC04915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8448789244447640159</id><published>2010-03-04T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:15:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lil cruiser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S46dlpC65dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pcmhOYzVyNU/s1600-h/ayska+swim+jan2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S46dlpC65dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pcmhOYzVyNU/s320/ayska+swim+jan2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S46du6Bao2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2lqSozUdg4A/s1600-h/ayska+standing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S46du6Bao2I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2lqSozUdg4A/s320/ayska+standing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both photos above were taken sometime in Jan 2010 (took me a while to upload it here, eh!). In fact, we took out the playpen in the picture already last month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow managed to get a photo of her standing and trying to get two, three steps forward.. It was really, really exciting to be able to see that! Really! I mean, I can hardly describe the feeling of seeing her taking the first few steps and even though we went through it before with Arina, I was still amazed and happy and excited! And to think that she was already taking those few wobbly steps at that stage really surprised me. I guess she really wanted to catch up to her kaklong quick! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska is now 11 months old and quite the cruiser.. though sometimes she looks like she's dancing, breakdancing, line dancing whatever you call it...trying to catch her balance back hehe and there were some funny moments when she walks like a mabuk person haha oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will fall on her bum, on all four, sideways etc but she never gives up! She will have this 'selamba' face on and gets back on her feet and continue wobbling about.. hehe Only when it really, really hurts and when something frustrates her would you hear her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 27 days and she will be ONE year old! How time really flies!! *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8448789244447640159?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8448789244447640159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8448789244447640159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8448789244447640159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8448789244447640159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-lil-cruiser.html' title='my lil cruiser...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S46dlpC65dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pcmhOYzVyNU/s72-c/ayska+swim+jan2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5594636673563939509</id><published>2010-02-25T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:21:11.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arina's Birthday ticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div onclick="divSelect('code')"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lilypie - Personal picture" border="0" height="80" src="http://lilypie.com/pic/2010/02/25/4A9k.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Lilypie Kids Birthday tickers" border="0" height="80" src="http://lbyf.lilypie.com/uKiup8.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post this into my header, but it had a max no of character and i really dont know how else to add this into the blog. So let me post this first for safe keeping in the meantime.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5594636673563939509?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5594636673563939509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5594636673563939509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5594636673563939509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5594636673563939509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/arinas-birthday-ticker.html' title='Arina&apos;s Birthday ticker'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-623892978127339378</id><published>2010-02-24T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:59:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ten things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 100%;"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eversince I was pregnant with my first child, I had subscribed to Babycenter.Com and without fail receive its weekly-monthly articles either on updates/progress/development following my children's age/growth. Some are very spot-on and I was tempted many a times to post it here and to share how similar the article describes what my children were going through then throughout their growth and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, this particular article that I received today caught my attention and I just wanted to make sure I post it here so that I wont lose it. Just a little note to myself and very good read, IMO.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**Ten ways to build your child's self esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sarah Henry&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by the &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/prkit-advisoryboard"&gt;BabyCenter Medical Advisory  Board&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nurturing your kindergartner's self-esteem may seem like a hefty  responsibility. After all, a feeling of self-worth lays the foundation for your  kindergartner's future as she sets out to try new things on her own.  "Self-esteem comes from having a sense of belonging, believing that we're  capable, and knowing our contributions are valued and worthwhile," says  California family therapist Jane Nelsen, co-author of the &lt;em&gt;Positive  Discipline&lt;/em&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As any parent knows, self-esteem is a fleeting  experience," says Nelsen. "Sometimes we feel good about ourselves and sometimes  we don't. What we are really trying to teach our kids are life skills like  resiliency." Your goal as a parent is to ensure that your child develops pride  and self-respect — in herself and in her cultural roots — as well as faith in  her ability to handle life's challenges (for a 5-year-old that may mean standing  on one foot for several seconds). Here are ten simple strategies to help you  help boost your child's self-esteem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give unconditional  love.&lt;/strong&gt; A child's self-esteem flourishes with the kind of  no-strings-attached devotion that says, "I love you, no matter who you are or  what you do." Your child benefits the most when you accept her for who she is  regardless of her strengths, difficulties, temperament, or abilities. So lavish  her with love. Give her plenty of cuddles, kisses, and pats on the shoulder. And  don't forget to tell her how much you love her. When you do have to correct your  child, make it clear that it's her &lt;em&gt;behavior&lt;/em&gt; — not her — that's  unacceptable. Instead of saying, "You're a naughty girl! Why can't you be good?"  Say, "Pushing Nina isn't nice. It can hurt. Please don't  push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pay attention.&lt;/strong&gt; Carve out time to give your  kindergartner your undivided attention — this can do wonders for a child's  self-worth because it sends the message that you think she's important and  valuable. And it doesn't have to take a lot of time. Stop flicking through the  mail if she's trying to talk with you or turning off the TV long enough to  answer a question. Make eye contact so it's clear that you're really listening  to what she's saying. When you're strapped for time, you can let your child know  without ignoring her needs. Say, "Tell me all about what you did at school, and  then when you're finished I'll need to make our dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach  limits.&lt;/strong&gt; Establish a few reasonable rules for your kindergartner and,  when appropriate, ask for her input when you make or update the rules. For  instance, if you tell your child she has to wear her helmet when she rides her  bike in the driveway, don't let her go without it at a friend's house. Knowing  that certain family rules are set in stone will help her feel more secure. It  may take constant repetition on your part, but she'll start to live by your  expectations soon enough. Just be clear and consistent and show her that you  trust her and expect her to do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Support healthy  risks.&lt;/strong&gt; Encourage your child to explore something unknown, such as  trying a different food, finding a best pal, or riding a bike. Though there's  always the possibility of failure, without risk there's little opportunity for  success. So let your child safely experiment, and resist the urge to intervene.  For instance, try not to "rescue" her if she's showing mild frustration over  trying to shoot her basketball into her kid-sized hoop. Even jumping in to say,  "I'll help you" can foster dependence and diminish your child's confidence.  You'll build her self-esteem by balancing your need to protect her with her need  to tackle new tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let mistakes happen.&lt;/strong&gt; The flip side,  of course, of having choices and taking risks is that sometimes your child is  bound to make mistakes. These are valuable lessons for your child's confidence.  So if your child breaks a beloved toy through rough handling, help her fix it  and encourage her to think about what she might do differently next time. That  way her self-esteem won't sag and she'll understand that it's okay to make  mistakes sometimes. When you goof up yourself, admit it, says Daniel Meier,  assistant professor of elementary education at San Francisco State University.  Acknowledging and recovering from your mistakes sends a powerful message to your  child — it makes it easier for your child to accept her own  struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate the positive.&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone responds  well to encouragement, so make an effort to acknowledge the good things your  child does every day within her earshot. For instance, tell her dad, "Julia  helped cook dinner." She'll get to bask in the glow of your praise and her dad's  heartening response. And be specific. Instead of saying "Good job," say, "Thank  you for waiting so patiently in line at the grocery store." This will enhance  her sense of accomplishment and self-worth and let her know exactly what she did  right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen well.&lt;/strong&gt; If your child needs to talk, stop  and listen to what she has to say. She needs to know that her thoughts,  feelings, desires, and opinions matter. Help her get comfortable with her  emotions by labeling them. Say, "I know you're sad because we have to go home  now." By accepting her emotions without judgment you validate her feelings and  show that you value what she has to say. If you share your own feelings ("I'm  excited about going to the zoo"), she'll gain confidence in expressing her  own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resist comparisons.&lt;/strong&gt; Comments such as "Why can't you  be more like your sister?" or "Why can't you be nice like Makayla?" will just  remind your child of her difficulties in a way that fosters shame, envy, and  competition. Even positive comparisons such as "You're the best player" are  potentially damaging because a child can find it hard to live up to this image.  If you let your child know you appreciate her for the unique individual she is,  she'll be more likely to value herself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Offer  empathy.&lt;/strong&gt; If your child begins to compare herself unfavorably to her  siblings or peers ("Why can't I read as well as Maia?") show her empathy and  then emphasize one of her strengths. For instance, say, "You're right, Maia does  read well. And you're a great singer." This approach can help your child learn  that we all have strengths and weaknesses, and that she doesn't have to be  perfect to feel good about herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Provide  encouragement.&lt;/strong&gt; Every child needs the kind of support from loved ones  that signals, "I believe in you. I see your effort. Keep going!" Encouragement  means acknowledging progress — not just rewarding achievement. So if your  kindergartner is struggling to sound out words, say: "You're trying very hard  and you almost have it!" instead of "Not like that. Let me show  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference between praise and encouragement. One rewards  the task while the other rewards the person. ("You did it!" rather than "I'm  proud of you!") Praise can make a child feel that she's only "good" if she does  something perfectly. Encouragement, on the other hand, acknowledges the effort.  "Tell me about your drawing. I see that you like purple" is more helpful than  saying, "That's the most beautiful picture I've ever seen." Too much praise can  sap self-esteem because it can create pressure to perform and set up a continual  need for approval from others. So dole out the praise judiciously and offer  encouragement liberally; it will help your child grow up to feel good about  herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;** Article was taken from Baby Center at http://www.babycenter.com/0_ten-ways-to-build-your-childs-self-esteem_66717.bc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-623892978127339378?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/623892978127339378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=623892978127339378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/623892978127339378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/623892978127339378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-things.html' title='ten things...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-9038639863042921069</id><published>2010-02-18T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:08:15.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arina'/><title type='text'>diaper, diaper, less, less, yeah yeah!</title><content type='html'>It was Arina's first night off her diaper! Yeay! And i am so thrilled with the news. You dont know how many times i high-fived her and kissed her and hugged her this morning.. and she had this sheepish smile all the while - the big kakak smile! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she has been diaper-free only during the day,  a few months since she attended her first kindergarten when she turned three.. But she had never managed to be diaper-free at night time.. Well, there were a few odd occasion when her diaper were not soiled at all in the morning.. but it was very seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to her often about it, just to rub in the thought more into her sub-conscious mind - if that can make any difference.. hehe But she can even negotiate with me, telling me," when i am 6 years old ok mummy!" (she'll be turning six end of the year btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became quite stressful for me sometimes to even ask her to pee before sleep at night. In fact, she has even mastered putting on the diaper all on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, after our bedtime book reading, i try once again and told her lets not wear the pampers tonight since you are a big girl already.. and she, without much fuss or excuses (she's very good at this now! *rolled eyes*) obliged. I was surprised but went along and didnt say much then..didnt want her to change her mind suddenly. I quickly wished her goodnight and left her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, she sleeps on her own bed, in her own room diaper-free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is a big girl now *sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I pray and hope that this will continue again tonite and then after!) *fingers crossed* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-9038639863042921069?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9038639863042921069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=9038639863042921069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9038639863042921069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9038639863042921069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/diaper-diaper-less-less-yeah-yeah.html' title='diaper, diaper, less, less, yeah yeah!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6578471020046274476</id><published>2010-01-16T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:12:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She turned five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S1lAv-0L8LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IZJBQ-lAu7Y/s1600-h/arina+5thbday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S1lAv-0L8LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IZJBQ-lAu7Y/s400/arina+5thbday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429442018831757490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was taken on her birthday and you can tell she was happy coz even though I&lt;br /&gt;asked her to pose for me, which she often dont want to, she did this time and with a smile too! hehe&lt;br /&gt; (all this was while she busy opening her presents hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest girl, my little 'kaklong' and darling little first born baby has turned FIVE!!! (ok, i know this post is so late but i still want to have a special 5yearold birthday post for her) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was of course so very excited about it. In fact, she was counting the days to the event. She still didnt quite grasped the idea that she had finally turned FIVE when that very day came though(hehe), you see, she got confused because she knew that we were planning a birthday party for her the coming weekend and it was a Monday and I was working while Daddy was away. It was after a few people (like my mum, my sis-in-law called and spoke to her) asked her how old she was, she was still insisting that she was four and not five yet! She was relaying to me about the conversation that she had with her Nenna and Auntie and then it only hit me, that I didnt explained to her properly that THAT day is already the 28th, which is her birthday and we are doing a party for her later because it was a weekday and even Daddy was not around then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, she turned to me with a wide expression and said&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Five, mummy!" and continued&lt;br /&gt;"And after that, I'm going to be 6!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny remembering that moment. But when she started asking me, when is she turning six, whether its this year or next year and when is she going into Std One, then it just hit me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is not so little anymore.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still attached to her little Tigger, the soft toy that is her 'security blanket' especially when drinking milk (yes, she still does take her milk in the bottle) and when going to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to put her in the morning session in her kindergarten, mainly because I know that for the next two years after that, she will be in the afternoon session that we enrolled her in for Std One.  But I wasnt sure how she would cope with the morning session, knowing very well that she's not much of a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, she adjusted. Well, we had to adjust her and get her into a new routine which mainly involves sleeping early! hehe yeah, obviously we've been very laid back about her bed time all these while too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now adjusting well in a new school routine where we even managed to enrol her in an al-quran and fardhu ain learning session in the evening after her kindergarten. It has a fixed time also. I was worried (well I know all mummies tend to be a lil' worry-wart with their lil kids, who doesnt rite) about tiring her with too much activity but she seemed to be enjoying it too! To my surprise, she has even tried to recite the prayer during sujud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to her birthday, and so we had a small celebration with just our families for her that very night (sans Daddy-0). She was so very happy with all the attention and presents too, thanks to all the family members who came and help us celebrate it with her. I only wished I had taken more photos that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 5th birthday my lovely little princess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6578471020046274476?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6578471020046274476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6578471020046274476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6578471020046274476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6578471020046274476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-turned-five.html' title='She turned five!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/S1lAv-0L8LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/IZJBQ-lAu7Y/s72-c/arina+5thbday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5607360349979092349</id><published>2009-11-11T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:14:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scabhetti Nite (thats what my little sister used to call spaghetti)</title><content type='html'>We had a lovely dinner at my mum's house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there straight from work whilst Kakak &amp;amp; Ayska came a few mins later with Daddy-0. Kakak came in pulling her schoolbag with her and told me, "I bring my school shoes too, mummy". I wondered for a few sec about it, then only I realised that just the night before, she said that she wanted to sleep over at her Nenna's house. I had forgotten about it and I thought she did too. She brought everything, even her favourite Tigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am with my little Ayska, who is now a pro at kicking her blanket away. And my little big Kakak having a sleepover at her Nenna's house on a school night (which she hadnt done so for quite some time, most probably since we had Ayska too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of late; I got carried away on my laptop and I told myself this is going to be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cant wait for the weekend to come, simply because its midweek and I want a break already :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And the other reason is I also got the Goss:ipGirls in my externaldrive. GG marathon, here I come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5607360349979092349?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5607360349979092349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5607360349979092349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5607360349979092349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5607360349979092349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/scabhetti-nite-thats-what-my-little.html' title='Scabhetti Nite (thats what my little sister used to call spaghetti)'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2076004198539686516</id><published>2009-11-09T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:41:00.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching the teevee</title><content type='html'>Both Arina &amp;amp; Ayska now loves watching High*5 (not the bread ya!) :D and Dor* the Explorer! For now, those two are Ayska's favourite!! And Arina is also so much into High*5 that we get into a small quarrel just because she wants to watch for the hundredth time her High*5 Cd. Its favourite cd at the moment. And the same cd can catch Ayska's attention and keep her still for quite a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about keeping Ayska still, this only happens when she is either asleep or watching her favourite shows. Other than that, even when we are carrying her, she'll be all wriggly and even wants to "climb" on you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has started crawling and can even sit on her own..she gets into a side-pose position and voila! she's sitting! Tho it is still a bit wobbly and not that stable, but yeah, she's crawling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bedtime varies but she still wakes up at night (whereas her kakak slept through the night at two months' old).  And because of that, she still bf at night. But just last week, I tried the pacifier again. When she's awake crying at nite but still has her eyes closed, I'll give it to her. Just trying different ways to soothe her back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no fixed position of taking her bottles. Can either be held/cuddled or lying on the lap but facing away from you and sometimes even sitting up. Yeap, she decides..whatever suits her fancy la kan.. She doesnt finish her milk at one go, she sometimes continue to finish it like 15mins or even half an hour later but her kakak will always finish her milk at one go..her kakak will never drink back the same susu even 10mins later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow rather this particular saying comes to mind - to each their own.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite2 and have a great week ahead! To me and to you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2076004198539686516?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2076004198539686516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2076004198539686516&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2076004198539686516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2076004198539686516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-teevee.html' title='watching the teevee'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3208138953551670648</id><published>2009-10-27T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:28:58.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgcr6kc-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5ygr0hDQAiM/s1600-h/DSC06422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgcr6kc-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5ygr0hDQAiM/s320/DSC06422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396966511902749666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgcDkzGGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4OfCzSDr6oM/s1600-h/DSC06436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgcDkzGGI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4OfCzSDr6oM/s320/DSC06436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396966501074016354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgbg76DtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zcLIVMFTinE/s1600-h/DSC06440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgbg76DtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zcLIVMFTinE/s320/DSC06440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396966491775700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgbC8mkjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9zpxBzp2NuA/s1600-h/DSC06458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgbC8mkjI/AAAAAAAAAZY/9zpxBzp2NuA/s320/DSC06458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396966483725554226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I havent been quite good at updating this blog lately. Everytime I try to update, I will always be doing something else like 1) facebooking 2) surfing other blogs  3) emailing etc Then, by the time I get to log in and want to start writing, either I lost the so-called 'mood' or because I feel that I have been away from posting anything for too long, I felt that I had a LOT to update and that is when I wouldnt know where to start and then will put it off again. &lt;a href="http://noordinarymomster.wordpress.com/"&gt;Momster&lt;/a&gt; had suggested I upload a writer for easier updating which I think I will definitely try soon. But Momster, I may need your help.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am determined to upload something and start to  just update on Ayska's &amp;amp; Arina's current activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun day at the club last weekend, where we went for a swim. It was Ayska's very first proper swim in the pool. We started quite late, so by the time we were in the pool, the sun was up high and it was almost noon. How I wished I had sun hats for the little ones. We compensated with a little red baby beret for Ayska though..hehe She loved the water so much. Of course, after a few minutes of kicking in the water, she then wanted to eat her float! hehe So, I gave her some toy to distract her (which also went to her mouth too, which you can see in the pic above) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska is now 30 weeks old.  Her latest milestone at 7.5mons is that she has started to sit on her. She pushed her cute little butt up and practise sitting down by turning sideways. She goes up on all four but hasnt really master the crawling movement. Tho, dont be surprised, she can actually move about on the floor rather quickly.. too quick sometimes that she could get half her body under our coffee table cum tv stand before we realised it.. Typically, she grabs most things within her sight and puts it in her mouth. Started grabbing things with both hands now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started her on solids at coming to five months old i think. I have to look at the pic I took to verify the date again hehe She seemed to love everything we give her.. But the ones that she does not like, she will start playing and blowing the food out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arina, kakak or kaklong are what she would refer herself nowadays esp to her adik. Quite a chatterbox at times but can be very shy around people. She would sometimes just mouthed her answer when someone asked her something. We brought her to my sister's school play just last week. She was very happy and got excited everytime she saw her aunt performed. But then, she could only lasted probably about 20mins or so before started fidgeting around. Thank God for intermission. There was a point where I had to hold my hand over her mouth (gently laa hehe) to quiet her down because she started humming a song!! It was either that or I skip the show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arina plays her role of being a kakak very well but there are times when she would want some attention but I had to attend to the baby first, that is when she will start her tantrum and her 'garang' mode with me. And everything else will be just not right. But I know that during the day, she will entertain her adik when the maid has to go do something in the kitchen and leave them for a bit. I sure do hope she takes care of her baby sister well. Tho, I have caught her a few times pinching her adik and when asked, her reason is 'geram' hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I guess Ayska has adapted to having a big sister who will be a bit rough with her but lovingly I hope.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think this is getting a bit too long. I will have to leave it for now. Dont think I will have time to read it through but I will just post this up and amend any error when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3208138953551670648?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3208138953551670648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3208138953551670648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3208138953551670648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3208138953551670648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-it-done.html' title='Getting it done'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SuXgcr6kc-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/5ygr0hDQAiM/s72-c/DSC06422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6390035071165496015</id><published>2009-08-27T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:11:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of her hair condition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have been trying to keep Arina's fringe to grow. I thought it'll be a nice change instead of just the usual fringe. So instead of cutting it now that it's long, I've been getting her and asking her to wear hairclips or headband to keep the hair back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of course she does it sometimes, but most of the time not. Especially when she goes to school. But now, after a few days at home and I noticed that she seldom have her hair clipped back and kept flipping her hair back almost every other time, she turned to me whilst we were watching tv together last night and said, " Mummy, I think I want to cut my hair here (pointing to her fringe) and this one long (while holding her ponytail)". :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She must have gotten tired of having to push her hair back and out of her eyes. Oh well, I attempted but its still her hair hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We even contemplated the Dora's hairstyle once but I just love to see her long hair (when she was so into Dora then). Told Daddy-o to let us keep it long for now and wait til maybe when she's in primary school to cut it short short! &lt;/span&gt;We'll see then.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6390035071165496015?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6390035071165496015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6390035071165496015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6390035071165496015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6390035071165496015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-her-hair-condition.html' title='of her hair condition'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3016773873283599525</id><published>2009-08-20T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:42:50.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arina'/><title type='text'>another mini music concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v4QrGjfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bw7zOVHJtPs/s1600-h/DSC05610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v4QrGjfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bw7zOVHJtPs/s320/DSC05610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072942861979122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1stilxnsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eOsNss5fa6I/s1600-h/DSC05606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1stilxnsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/eOsNss5fa6I/s320/DSC05606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372069460158029506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v4wHlV5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zlAPSoUEuTg/s1600-h/DSC05612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v4wHlV5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zlAPSoUEuTg/s320/DSC05612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072951302936466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v5UlHJTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GIdxoknV74Y/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v5UlHJTI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GIdxoknV74Y/s320/DSC05618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072961090463026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arina had her 2nd concert for ymh's jmc class part 1 end of June, of which Daddy-0 couldnt attend. So these are some photos of her during her mini concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1st photo: she was getting ready to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2nd photo: really trying hard to hit the notes right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3rd photo: the group playing various instruments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4th photo: she ran to me excitedly showing the choc the teacher gave at the end of the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now she is in the 2nd part of the course..and it is getting tougher..as in now she has to learn to play both left and right hand together. she is still trying to  get the hang of it, controlling her left fingers whilst her right fingers playing the melody. On her first try, she got frustrated and started banging the piano notes, i had to tell the teacher to guide her because the more i try to show her the right way, the more angry she gets and the more harder she banged the piano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, she's improving so far and can manage to play the music on her own. It might look simple to us but i guess for them, doing it for the first time can be quite daunting hehe i still remember my first few lessons at home, then later, when i got older, my mum sent me to this very 'garang' teacher who would hold a metal stick to guide our fingers/hand whilst playing the piano. Even daddy-o has a 'garang' one too i was told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now, a parent has to attend the class with the child; up until probably when they finished part 4 if not mistaken. I cant wait for that too..but then again..i then may have to go through it again with the adik when it is her turn.. oh well..that's how it goes, isnt it?! And to think this is just one out of school activity so far ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3016773873283599525?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3016773873283599525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3016773873283599525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3016773873283599525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3016773873283599525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-mini-music-concert.html' title='another mini music concert'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/So1v4QrGjfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bw7zOVHJtPs/s72-c/DSC05610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2686262573037133028</id><published>2009-08-15T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:44:30.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing 2 post frm my mobile</title><content type='html'>I'm trying this from my mobile for the very 1st time n it feels like i'm writing an sms 2 someone. I thk my thumb will b growing muscle soon bcoz i'm not using qwerty type pad..huhu I cant even figure out how 2 go 2 d next line without having 2 press d zero button many times. I dont even know where my rambling is going. I have Ayska in my lap n Arina asking for susu. Now i wish i'm like d mum frm The Incredibles so i can stretch my hands right 2 d kitchen without havin 2 get up! Haha I want 2 learn 2 play River runs to you on d piano! Ok, this is very random. I'd better go, its killing my battery n my arms haha ciao then!  : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2686262573037133028?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2686262573037133028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2686262573037133028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2686262573037133028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2686262573037133028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/testing-2-post-frm-my-mobile.html' title='Testing 2 post frm my mobile'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-502386861738556448</id><published>2009-08-10T21:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:20:36.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SoEBWTLZWtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lUeh4gMOi98/s1600-h/DSC08673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SoEBWTLZWtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lUeh4gMOi98/s320/DSC08673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368573713419164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SoD7ijwh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/46omQHSsQgU/s1600-h/DSC08600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SoD7ijwh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/46omQHSsQgU/s320/DSC08600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368567326958544274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ayska did her first ever roll over all by herself without any help on 27 July 2009, at 17 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She was still struggling just a day before, almost there but still got one hand stuck under her tummy. Then, to her daddy's surprise, she was rolling over already. Daddy-o rang me at work, told me the great news and that he also snapped a few photos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Her feeding pattern is now pretty much formula milk during the day plus one EBM and then fully BF at night. I do try to give her the formula sometimes at night, but she just refused. Probably about 1ml or 2ml the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But now, i was told she sometimes refused the EBM during the day. I still do think she's not comfortable with the teats. Must try some other ones too then. Some say orthodontic ones are good option too..Just that I havent the time to go to the baby shop and get it..Maybe I can try online later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am also looking forward to starting her on solids. She seemed to be so interested to see people eat! True! And she looks at food as if she's drooling over it.. I guess she is kinda ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many things to look forward to.. even when people tell me, oh, its your second one therefore not much surprise there. But to me, going through it again still seem that we are experiencing it for the very first time, well the excitement is still very much as exciting as the first to me anyway.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-502386861738556448?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/502386861738556448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=502386861738556448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/502386861738556448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/502386861738556448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rolling-over.html' title='Rolling over...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SoEBWTLZWtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lUeh4gMOi98/s72-c/DSC08673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6783531298431305537</id><published>2009-06-23T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:20:00.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so hooked</title><content type='html'>I saw Twilight just last week with daddy-o and now i am so hooked on it. When i found out that NewMoon the movie is only going to be out in Nov, I desperately wanted to read the book then. I finished NewMoon over the weekend and now wishing I had read Twilight first..hehe So yes, I am totally hooked on it.. even contemplating of getting the complete set! Should i, shouldnt i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i jumped late into the bandwagon hehe I remember now when my sister asked me to watch it at the cinema six/seven months back, i had refused; simply because i assumed that it was going to be a typical gory vampire stuffs on screen. Boy, i was so very wrong! I was pregnant then anyway so wasnt too keen on watching those kind of stuffs, even when my sister said it was more of a love story, i wasnt totally convinced then. But i got curious out of sudden just a few weeks back and I finally bought the dvd . Got a few dvds then and save Twilight for last. I was so sleepy when we switched it on but was fully awake the minute edward walked in the scene hehe I think rob p really made the character comes alive and its the whole idea of the character that i loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to finish the whole saga and to see it at the cinema!! The wait seemed too long, some are even counting the days already.. well at least i know by then i would have finished the book. This really brings me back to the days when therainmaker and other johngrisham books went to the movies.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember back then how i can spend one whole day without putting the book down. Now finishing a whole book is a big accomplishment and a luxury for me hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6783531298431305537?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6783531298431305537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6783531298431305537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6783531298431305537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6783531298431305537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-so-hooked.html' title='oh so hooked'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7873143309707673409</id><published>2009-05-10T12:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:42:48.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost at the end of my second confinement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZd5jwlcDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0s6OIvKqVJk/s1600-h/DSC09639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZd5jwlcDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0s6OIvKqVJk/s320/DSC09639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334054052099878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Our Labour Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZdzOd2U1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/cVoPYzTkqBw/s1600-h/DSC09701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZdzOd2U1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/cVoPYzTkqBw/s320/DSC09701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334053943304934226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;One of Ayska's first picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZdv5lCZvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NqeFsylnEr4/s1600-h/DSC09714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZdv5lCZvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NqeFsylnEr4/s320/DSC09714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334053886158333682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just before her first bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ayska is turning 6 weeks tomorrow. How time flies and I have 4 more days of confinement..woot!woot! and i cant wait though in a way, i feel quite sad as i know i am getting nearer to the time i will leave the little ones at home and start work again. How I wish I have more flexible working hours and spend more time with my two girls daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confinement this second time around was a bit more flexible and not as rigid as my first. I only had about 10 days of those urut-tungku-bengkung session compared to a whole month the last time around. But the lovely part this time was that Ayska too got to be urut-tungku by the masseuse lady, which was lovely seeing her enjoying it even though she's still so small and tiny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SggyEYyZn4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZIXjIXPgJLY/s1600-h/ayska+two+wks+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SggyEYyZn4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZIXjIXPgJLY/s320/ayska+two+wks+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568809575063426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Perfect timing - Daddy got this at one of her urut session, smiling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is slowly filling up and outgrowing her newborn clothes. Its a wonderful feeling holding her, cuddling her, kissing her and getting a whiff of her baby smell. You know that smell. The wonderful smell of a baby! She also is starting to have longer period of being awake, wanting to play and communicate. She's cooing and all and just loves it when we talk to her. Its as if she understands everything. She likes it when we hold her upright over the shoulder; she would lift her head to just look around, absorbing the world around her i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her weight was 4.4kg at 1 month old, when we weighted her during her visit to the doc for her one month old jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, her kakak is also still adjusting to having her around and has shown her 'jealousy' or rather a 'cry for attention'. But she loves her adik to bits and if anyone ask whether they can bring her little sister home with them, she quickly and protectively says a big No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow also would be her first day of having a test in her kindy. Her kindy is quite academic i know hehe but i'm putting no pressure on her. It'll be nice also to see how she has fare this semester in her new school! :D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7873143309707673409?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7873143309707673409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7873143309707673409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7873143309707673409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7873143309707673409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-at-end-of-my-second-confinement.html' title='Almost at the end of my second confinement...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SgZd5jwlcDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0s6OIvKqVJk/s72-c/DSC09639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7406667264103544003</id><published>2009-04-19T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:44:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The arrival of our second baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been meaning to start back on my blog eversince i started my confinement..well actually, i wanted to post something during my pregnancy but didnt get the chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd daughter was born on the 31st March 2009, two weeks earlier than the expected due date; 15th April 2009. Didnt think she was going to be a March baby but she decided to come out just on the last day of March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am beyond words to describe my feelings having a second addition to our family! You should see how excited the kakak is when seeing her for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt like having our first child again! Whats with it being about 4 years and 3 mons difference of when we had Arina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayska, that is what we call her. She weighed 3.69kg and i've yet to weigh her again. She will be exactly 3 weeks old tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7406667264103544003?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7406667264103544003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7406667264103544003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7406667264103544003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7406667264103544003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrival-of-our-second-baby.html' title='The arrival of our second baby'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-520647723091201364</id><published>2009-03-19T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:25:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its countdown time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a visit to my obgyn yesterday and i was informed that baby is now 3.3kg. Its big, yes for i am actually just about into my 36wks. So the doc gave me another 2 wks before my next visit for us to discuss our next course of action, ie induce labour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The word 'induced' kinda scares me, i must say, after having heard so much stories about it. Was quiet for a bit in the car after the visit that had hubby asked me whats on my mind. The idea of induced labour of course! So anyone with induced labour, please share your story. Good or bad, i still wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's so much stories i wanna share that i have missed since i last posted here..Will come back to it, once i have the time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then, pray for me ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-520647723091201364?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/520647723091201364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=520647723091201364&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/520647723091201364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/520647723091201364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-countdown-time.html' title='its countdown time..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-892087739760269758</id><published>2008-12-25T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:08:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hibiscus and new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SVJlie82mNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MIURRxB1G84/s1600-h/DSC04032%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SVJlie82mNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MIURRxB1G84/s320/DSC04032%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283396955957270738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hubby told me that she came back from the padang one evening and brought back three hibiscus. One for mummy, one for daddy and one for her she said. She told daddy to put it to her ear and strike a pose for her daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note, she is turning four quite soon! What i notice that she loves so much now is still her Tigger, of course! And then, there's the thing with cold, iced water. I try to minimise it as much as i could, but she just love it. She loves milo and chips (which she will always insist if she stops by the petrol station! especially with her grandmother!) She also is still into Dora, Barney and all the D*sney cartoon shows. Can't blame her since she does nothing but sits at home this school holiday! She calls Rihanna's Disturbia and Tangga's Terbaik Untukmu as HER song (she will sing and hums and insist that daddy plays it for her everytime she gets into daddy's car!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's going into a new school next year with a new environment totally! We have yet to get her white school shoes. Everytime i go the shopping mall now and see the back to school promotion, it brings me back to the time when it was my time of buying school uniforms etc.. and now i am there getting stuffs for my daughter instead. Well, its only the beginning, she is not even in std one yet.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for my growing belly, i am getting heavier by the day. I have a friend who is still wearing her normal pre-pregnancy jeans in her 3rd trimester and me on the other hand, had to go maternity-pants-only when i hit my first day of 2nd trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arina loves her baby in the tummy so much that sometimes when i hugged her tight, she would pulled back and say dont hurt baby. I really hope she and also us can adjust well to having the new addition to the family soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bet everyone is in the holiday mood now, it being Xmas day tomorrow and the new year is so very near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Btw, prosperity burger is out now too..but i didnt get a good one i think when i had it for the first time yesterday..too dry; i guess they didnt put enough of the sauce for me to really, really enjoy it this time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-892087739760269758?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/892087739760269758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=892087739760269758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/892087739760269758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/892087739760269758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/hibiscus-and-new-year.html' title='the hibiscus and new year'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SVJlie82mNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/MIURRxB1G84/s72-c/DSC04032%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6771205861193698240</id><published>2008-12-21T06:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:11:10.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mini concert for her last music class for the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SU13hpfGuzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GhKmnAK-GVY/s1600-h/DSC03401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SU13hpfGuzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GhKmnAK-GVY/s320/DSC03401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282009357931166514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lil girl finally had her last class for her MK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we had a mini concert with just her classmates with a little potluck session for the parents and kids after that. I knew she had some rest prior but she still manage to throw a lil 'tantrum' by not wanting to stand with the rest of her class to perform (asking for some nuggets instead) but luckily when the music started, she began moving and did what she always did in class. Of course, in between the demands ie. mummy has to stand near her, feeding her nuggets and toilet breaks etc, she did sing and dance and perform with the rest of the class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also got her first certificate from it! I have actually yet to enrol her to the next level but i think i am going to soon. The teacher said that she has got the rhythm and she can follow the beat; so we'll see how it goes in this next level because this where they'll introduce the keyboard notes etc i think. One course down n many, many more lessons to go through...Wish me luck as i've got two more years it seems that a parent have to attend together with the kid in these music course.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6771205861193698240?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6771205861193698240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6771205861193698240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6771205861193698240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6771205861193698240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/12/mini-concert-for-her-last-music-class.html' title='A mini concert for her last music class for the year...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SU13hpfGuzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GhKmnAK-GVY/s72-c/DSC03401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5409610300554291243</id><published>2008-11-21T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:56:58.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school at her kindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZX59lM6LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Za_8cHMwWAo/s1600-h/arina+last+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZX59lM6LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Za_8cHMwWAo/s200/arina+last+day+of+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997067178502322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZYOPGd_uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aoJOLxgrSiU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZYOPGd_uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aoJOLxgrSiU/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997415478820578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;This pictures above were of her last day and first day of school! What a wonderful year for her. Yeah, they didnt have a school uniform and she only had to walk for about 10 steps to her school which right in front of the house! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;The first picture was of her in her 'ooh ee ooh ahh ahh' costume for her concert that she missed. The school did a mini concert for last day of school. They also played musical chair for games and had some cakes (which she didnt take). She gave lil gifts to her teachers as token too and she looked so grown up doing it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;We're thinking of changing her school of which this new one is further that the previous and she would have to take a van to go to school and she is kind of looking forward to that too! Let's hope that she'll enjoy the new school as much as she did this one! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZZ1h6EDnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tbHd4F9iLQ8/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZZ1h6EDnI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/tbHd4F9iLQ8/s200/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270999190053588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This last one was a picture of her taken on Parent Teacher Day where her report card was given together with all her other work (artwork, paperwork activities and workbook) given back to us. This was taken while we were waiting for our turn to see the teachers and she was showing me what she was doing with the little toys at the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5409610300554291243?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5409610300554291243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5409610300554291243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5409610300554291243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5409610300554291243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-school-at-her-kindy.html' title='Last day of school at her kindy'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZX59lM6LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Za_8cHMwWAo/s72-c/arina+last+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7716164968258956596</id><published>2008-11-17T17:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:37:43.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's going to be a big sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZXBISdBQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MggDHTgR3W4/s1600-h/arina+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZXBISdBQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MggDHTgR3W4/s200/arina+concert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996090800112898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been absent and neglecting this blog though for a long time now. Somewhere in between, I wanted update the blog again and trying to update my lil girl’s ticker as it is already due for almost a year now! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I also have a new line of ticker to add too! *wink2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My little girl is going to be a big sister soon and she is so excited about it! You should see her face everytime she sees my growing belly! Its now all about the baby. Whatever I eat or don’t eat, she will ask “baby likes this?”..”baby don’t like that?” and sometimes she’s the one who will insist on what baby likes and don’t like when it is actually me having to consume the food for the lil one inside me.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She seems very excited about being the big sister now. Insist that everyone calls her kakak when we, the family, sometimes to tend to call her ‘baby’ in some of our cuddly momenta. Although I have a few people telling me to just be prepare when the baby finally arrives, jealousy from the kakak will still be there. I know it will be the attention that she will be seeking. Just have to be more prepared for that then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She understands so much now that I cannot carry her anymore. So she seeks Daddy and now even much more manja with Daddy. Even wants to sleep with Daddy or hug Daddy all the time or pull Daddy hand around her or hug Daddy around his neck or play with his ears (she does this with her Tigger, her security teddy). But she and her daddy have their moments too, as he can be stern with her sometimes (just to discipline her) and she would come and report to me then. It was hard for me at first as it is for her to adjust to the whole "mummy cant carry you because there's a baby inside mummy"; with the sad look in her eyes or the tantrum she threw when i insist on not carrying her. I know some mummies still do carry their young ones even when expecting, but my lil girl is not so lil now so i had to do a lot of explainations (with the help from daddy too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She also now has imaginary friends; if i can call it that. There's no specific name when i pressed her about it. Just someone she talks to in her playphone (its always about giving directions or sth like that) or to the mirror or while playing with her toys. Nothing too obvious or scary , just normal play pretend stuffs so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She just recently had her chicken pox and she got it from school. The saddest thing for me was for her not being able to join her school concert! She had it like just a day before the big day. I think i was more upset or frustrated rather, that she is. She was like a grown up accepting the chicken pox that she had and when Daddy told her she cant join her concert, she was only sad for a little while and then continue playing after that. She only had slight fever for the first two days and seemed normal except for the spots. Thought she was restless at night for a few nights because of the itch. I was worried for her and for me at the same time. Googled about it for pregnant women and how it can affect the baby, but so far i have not had any symptoms. So lets just pray it stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She finally had her last day of school and we were informed that they are going to do a mini concert especially for the kids that didnt get to attend the concert due to the pox (apparently more than 10kids in her school was having it). Of course, Daddy and I insist that we attend the mini little do in her school just to see her perform with her friends and in her concert attire. It was a happy moment for us to see her performing, especially it being the first one for her and for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The new baby is new somewhere mid April; which is quite near my own birthday! I would love for the baby to have its own birthdate though I dont mind sharing mine! :) We went for a check up just last week and the baby seemed healthy and everything is in place according to the doctor and we are happy to hear that. Baby is about 8cm and i put on a healthy 5kg from my last checkup! How about that! I do feel I am getting bigger quicker than my first pregnancy. I was even called a penguin already at this stage!! Happy for the baby but not too happy for me (its all about the weight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should continue this again as i feel i can go on and on and on.. haha but another post i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7716164968258956596?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7716164968258956596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7716164968258956596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7716164968258956596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7716164968258956596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-going-to-be-big-sister.html' title='She&apos;s going to be a big sister'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZXBISdBQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MggDHTgR3W4/s72-c/arina+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5057130199069117624</id><published>2008-09-20T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:34:41.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pierced her ears..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZWcOAMdEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hFrJlan7jsA/s1600-h/n618070762_1809837_9838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZWcOAMdEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hFrJlan7jsA/s200/n618070762_1809837_9838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995456678982722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats what we did today. Yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She had mentioned about wearing earrings before this and a few friends that wore earrings. Didnt think she was ready then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yesterday, when we asked her again she said she wants to wear earrings. I only would let her do it if she wants to. But she looked determined. Even said she would 'tahan' while breathing in and sucking her little tummy in ( showing how she was going to 'tahan' the pain i think ). Yes, we did mentioned that it would hurt a bit and i insisted that we go to a place that would do two ears at the same time. Didnt want to go through the time when my little sister did hers ages ago; when she didnt want to do the 2nd ear! hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have to thank my sister in law for looking for the right place to do it. Her little cousin was supposed to it with her, but she was all wringly and probably after looking at Arina crying after the piercing, didnt want to go through it then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She had chosen a diamante, and the biggest of the lot, haha. You see, they were the same design, but come in small, medium and large. Thank God it wasnt real diamond!&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had initially thought that we might go for her birthstone color. Cant exactly tell what the color was, maybe it was aquamarine or something; would check on that soon. But I'm glad we settled on the one she and Daddy chose. Pictures would be coming soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good Ramadhan everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5057130199069117624?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5057130199069117624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5057130199069117624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5057130199069117624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5057130199069117624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/09/pierced-her-eyes.html' title='Pierced her ears..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SSZWcOAMdEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hFrJlan7jsA/s72-c/n618070762_1809837_9838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6662357011086285159</id><published>2008-08-04T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:03:13.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While daddy was away  two weeks ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and the little girl had this conversation about you, me, him, her, his, hers, mine, yours, man, girl, boy, lady. I dont know whether she is aware of the gender differences about it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then at one point, when i went " Daddy is a man." and she automatically reacted with "Superman!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha i really dont know where she got it from. We dont watch all those batman, superman, spiderman movies or cartoons. Nop, i dont think so, or has she been watching them?! hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All i know it was superhilarious when i got that reaction from her. Daddy must know this.. if he reads this that is ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6662357011086285159?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6662357011086285159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6662357011086285159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6662357011086285159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6662357011086285159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-daddy-was-away-two-weeks-ago.html' title='While daddy was away  two weeks ago..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1865295190303936836</id><published>2008-07-17T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:34.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music class at last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SICyXLDgyfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/J5ukwTG2qEg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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and our initial try-out class was more or less okay except for the fact that I had forgotten to bring along the water bottle from the car. She had asked me when we were on our way, and as I was the only one with her and was driving then, I couldn’t entertain her request to stretch to the back to get hold of the bottle. When we got there, we went scurrying out as I thought we were late and I had forgotten about it. And just when the class started, she made a face and asked for water again! Mummy’s mistake and she asked me for the water throughout the class… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, the first class was okay and she was excited about the fact that they gave out stickers. But then, it was only for the kids with books and she hadn’t gotten hers yet as we haven’t enrolled then. She was disappointed but luckily she understood. She reported to her nenna that she didn’t get her stickers coz she didn’t have a book; and I felt bad. You can see how excited she was when we went down and purchase the book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The class was full of happy music and we did a lot of singing and movements. There were also story telling with big picture posters but with music this time. It was a parent-child class so mummy had to make sure that she’s in the mood for it too. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we were given a CD to listen at home as homework; so that they get to familiarize themselves with the music and achieve the targeted action by following the beat. And we did it about two nites ago and again in the car last nite. And because I missed a few days before that, so I repeated the songs over and over and this morning, I am still humming to it and can’t get it out of my head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I asked her before enrolling whether she wants to come again; and she said yes. Contrary to the time I took her to a ballet class try-out when she just turned three and she repeatedly said no while clinging to me all the time about coming back to the class..hehe I think she is a bit more mature now and is excited about being there I guess.  But I did try asking her about the ballet class again and her response this time were with much more enthusiasm than the last. But I guess we’re going to settle with this music class first before we start thinking about ballet again.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1865295190303936836?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1865295190303936836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1865295190303936836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1865295190303936836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1865295190303936836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/music-class.html' title='Music class at last..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SICyXLDgyfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/J5ukwTG2qEg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4057050804469887350</id><published>2008-07-08T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:26:10.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tummy is full of rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last Sunday, we had potluck at my place with some close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My daughter was sitting next to me while we ate and she said to me at one point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"mummy, i want rainbow only" while pointing to the macaroni in her plate indicating that she didn't want carrot and mushroom but just the macaroni ie. rainbow!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4057050804469887350?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4057050804469887350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4057050804469887350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4057050804469887350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4057050804469887350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-tummy-is-full-of-rainbow.html' title='My tummy is full of rainbow'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8259402727115379598</id><published>2008-07-04T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:10:36.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are seven days in a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That’s the start of the song that she will sing every now and then. And it’ll start with Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this conversation with her last Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Yesterday, I go to school kan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you went to school this morning&lt;br /&gt;She: Oh this morning. Monday Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Today&lt;br /&gt;She: Oh, today. Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;She: Oh, tomorrow. Yesterday, kan Arina go to school, mummy work.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, today Arina go to school, Mummy go to work. (And I was thinking, are we starting the conversation all over again?!) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is learning the period of time, still haven’t gotten the hang of it like today, tomorrow, just then/now, yesterday but she uses them like she knows them. But her favourite time factor is “nanti”; which got me thinking. ‘Nanti’ to us is like a period of whenever, rite? Like nanti mummy buy me this? Nanti mummy bring me there?...hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a conversation last week with a dear friend who is far away and just found out that she got msn! hehe And her lil kid also likes to act what they do in school like lil arina does. Eg, pretending to be in class, giving instructions to friends (pretending to be the teacher) and doing all sorts of other things, her favourite at the moment, whenever we go up the stairs, without fail she will make me wait and say ‘u P1, I P2’ and she goes up the stairs first. And give me the go ahead when I can start my step up. In actual fact, she is in P1, whereby P2 is an older group :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8259402727115379598?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8259402727115379598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8259402727115379598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8259402727115379598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8259402727115379598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-seven-days-in-week.html' title='There are seven days in a week'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3979450207405252287</id><published>2008-04-20T12:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bijou Bazaar @ Juempa D'Ramo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SArFx9YpxiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FFhx6MmKBpI/s1600-h/flyer4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191178982580143650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SArFx9YpxiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FFhx6MmKBpI/s400/flyer4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3979450207405252287?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3979450207405252287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3979450207405252287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3979450207405252287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3979450207405252287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/bijou-bazaar-juempa-dramo.html' title='Bijou Bazaar @ Juempa D&apos;Ramo!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SArFx9YpxiI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FFhx6MmKBpI/s72-c/flyer4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4889767205265471093</id><published>2008-04-18T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:57:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty trained: my big little girl..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, finally. She comes back from school last Monday + told the bibik that she doesnt want to wear pampers and she did exactly that. So, it has been four days now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cant imagine my worry when all these while we were trying to train her and i actually gave up trying at one point. There was a week not long ago, that bibik tried potty training her. After that week, she INSISTED at all time to WEAR her pampers. Not even wanting to take it off when it was drenched and heavy. I dont really know what happened during that training period, but i suspected that the bibik was being too strict and she became scared of letting go, not knowing when to inform yet at that point i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I assumed it all started when coming back from school on Monday, her teacher/principal commented on her heavy pampers (maybe it was in front of some friends, i dunno, i wasnt there you see, this is all reported by the bibik).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spoke to her that Monday after school on the phone +  she proudly announced to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Arina tak pakai pampers, Arina shi2 toilet, Arina sleep je pakai pampers k". So yeah, that's how her sentencing structure goes now. And she repeated that when i saw her again after coming back from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so proud of her now. Seeing her lil cute buns without pampers now is just too cute! (and looking forward to the savings we get sans those expansive pampers) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, the only problem is, to tackle the number 2 business. She still insist on putting in on for the number 2. Sigh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other thing that worries me is, from the bibik's story, that she rushed home and run for the toilet and doesnt seem to want to do it in her school. Is she scared of telling her teacher that she wants to go to the toilet in school? Maybe i should give her teacher a call and find out rather than sit here and worry eh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well, at least she now do the number 1 minus the pampers. Yeay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4889767205265471093?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4889767205265471093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4889767205265471093&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4889767205265471093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4889767205265471093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/04/potty-trained-my-big-little-girl.html' title='Potty trained: my big little girl..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1863784771353990400</id><published>2008-03-21T14:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:34.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her first little live concert ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NWRxTTXWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tM0th56lB1k/s1600-h/DSC07281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180078859698265442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NWRxTTXWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tM0th56lB1k/s320/DSC07281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; like as if she was really enjoying it, but mummy had to carry her ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NVxhTTXVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MAoU1d3xpLA/s1600-h/DSC07279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180078305647484242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NVxhTTXVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MAoU1d3xpLA/s320/DSC07279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; She sang very well, got the voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NVSRTTXUI/AAAAAAAAAME/TL0IBkOrsxw/s1600-h/DSC07280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180077768776572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NVSRTTXUI/AAAAAAAAAME/TL0IBkOrsxw/s320/DSC07280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s usual, making faces to the camera, i didnt manage to get a proper face at all :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was excited about going out simply because we were going out. It was a Friday night and a last minute thing. I really thought we wud be staying in that nite since Daddy-o wasnt around. But when my sister said colbie was going to be singing at the curve and its outdoor and its free, and so i rushed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There, the little girl was very excited but was clinging to me most of the time near the crowd because yeah, it was crowded (well, we were quite ambitious initially, coz we wanted to see colbie nearer). But later, we went to the cafe nearby and still got to see her sing. I didnt really want to get too near the mega speaker also. And luckily she was in a good mood. She even dance to the music at one point (when i had enough of carryin her and put her stand on a chair instead). It was a nice little mini concert, for her and me too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1863784771353990400?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1863784771353990400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1863784771353990400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1863784771353990400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1863784771353990400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/her-first-little-live-concert.html' title='her first little live concert ;)'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R-NWRxTTXWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tM0th56lB1k/s72-c/DSC07281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2519927776622503928</id><published>2008-03-06T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:15:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont you forget about me... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh i got so hyped up watching A.I last nite and i cant help feeling excited listening to dont.you.forget.about.me that i watched it twice over at star.world. My favourite is of coz Michael Johns. I kinda have a soft spot for him maybe coz he's from Perth and all hehe.. But his performance is great, no doubt! And another contestant that i like (which i just notice from yesterday's performance) is David Cooks, was so surprised and thrilled to see his performance of lionel ritchie's hello. And the kid, David Archuleta, i like, but his performance has been almost the same, i mean he sings almost the same, slow song. Hernandez can sing, but was he really a stripper before?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to upload some photos i took from my camera over the weekends etc but i somehow brought the wrong cable; i actually took the time to unpick the wrong cable from daddy-o organized cable links.. hehe sorry dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since last post was about a visit to Perth Zoo, now am looking forward to bring the little girl to Spore Zoo as i heard its a great zoo to visit too. Now; when can we find the time?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and i want so much to post on my little girl's update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She has been in school for a full 2 months now and has come back with few songs that even i am unfamiliar with. So at least she's gettin sth out of it. Her favourite thing to do now is to stand on a chair and sing on top of her lungs; sometimes i cant make out what she's singing too (its our very own live entertainment during our dinner! haha). And she loves painting, either at school or when at home, she will pester and pester (for water for the paint) while she got her paper, watercolour and brush ready on her small table. Sometimes, she would want to tell you of what she did in school and sometimes dont; depending on her mood. Her vocab has grown and she surprises us each and everytime with a few of her quick remarks! and me and daddy-o will just looked at each other, amused and bemused! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2519927776622503928?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2519927776622503928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2519927776622503928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2519927776622503928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2519927776622503928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-you-forget-about-me.html' title='Dont you forget about me... ;)'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3612864088108438829</id><published>2008-02-29T15:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:36.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a graduation down under and a few things in between...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e2rYTFDhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f872g3xhy7A/s1600-h/DSC06878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172303553431408146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e2rYTFDhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f872g3xhy7A/s320/DSC06878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;With a view of sunset and the city. They did the jump and of coz the little one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; hit the ground first. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0mITFDgI/AAAAAAAAALs/czvrORrg4Rg/s1600-h/DSC06938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172301264213839362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0mITFDgI/AAAAAAAAALs/czvrORrg4Rg/s320/DSC06938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to take a photo of her with the kangaroo lazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the background; but that was the best pose i could get out of her then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(still wanting to maintain the cap on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0ZYTFDfI/AAAAAAAAALk/1p_eBHRCYHs/s1600-h/DSC06936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172301045170507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0ZYTFDfI/AAAAAAAAALk/1p_eBHRCYHs/s320/DSC06936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's pointing to the kangaroo. She was going "where?! where?!" at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking for it hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0LYTFDeI/AAAAAAAAALc/2xu-pmsdCW8/s1600-h/DSC06925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172300804652338658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e0LYTFDeI/AAAAAAAAALc/2xu-pmsdCW8/s320/DSC06925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was the old cages that they used to use in the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;olden days where the animals were held captive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8eyrYTFDdI/AAAAAAAAALU/nUEXjb2YmnM/s1600-h/DSC06920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172299155384896978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8eyrYTFDdI/AAAAAAAAALU/nUEXjb2YmnM/s320/DSC06920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can recall the name of the bird but it just so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be doin that as we passed by the 2nd time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8eyEoTFDbI/AAAAAAAAALE/d6HmfZjQ9ug/s1600-h/DSC06902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172298489664966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8eyEoTFDbI/AAAAAAAAALE/d6HmfZjQ9ug/s320/DSC06902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been missing to post things on the blogs. I have been here and there, not overly super duper busy but just didnt have the RIGHT time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Arina's birthday last Dec, we actually joined Daddy-o in Kuching, because of course he wants to be with his daughter on that special day of hers. Had a lovely time and wanted to blog about it but somehow missed it again. I would have to find another slot to blog about it later (if i ever get to it!) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we had the shortest trip ever, well, it is only the 2nd time for the little girl to Perth. But nevertheless, we had the greatest time, running around between shopping, lil sightseeing, following my sister running her errands and enjoying the city. It was my sister's graduation, you see. My sister, the graduate. Haha, congrats Titi. After years of staying there, she's finally coming home. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3612864088108438829?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3612864088108438829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3612864088108438829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3612864088108438829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3612864088108438829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-graduation-down-under-and-few-things.html' title='Of a graduation down under and a few things in between...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R8e2rYTFDhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f872g3xhy7A/s72-c/DSC06878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1379680491979242934</id><published>2008-01-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:36.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiggerific Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42F-uYT7KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5PfL0sP6_Vg/s1600-h/tigger+thank+you+card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155924461057469602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42F-uYT7KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5PfL0sP6_Vg/s200/tigger+thank+you+card.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42FLuYT7JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pBCrRcm0hzg/s1600-h/n618070762_807953_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155923584884141202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42FLuYT7JI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pBCrRcm0hzg/s200/n618070762_807953_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was happy and smiley before the event. She had slight fever then. Even a nap in the afternoon didnt help her mood for the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EwuYT7II/AAAAAAAAAKs/LIKivAxIgRQ/s1600-h/n618070762_808154_8724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155923121027673218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EwuYT7II/AAAAAAAAAKs/LIKivAxIgRQ/s200/n618070762_808154_8724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the goodie bags we had for the kids that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EVeYT7HI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7AaCvnQTQx4/s1600-h/n618070762_808130_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155922652876237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EVeYT7HI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7AaCvnQTQx4/s200/n618070762_808130_2261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is her Tigger cake as I had promised her. She wanted Tigger while mummy was trying to push for Strawberry Shortcake ( I can't help it, its cute and was my favourite when i was small hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EKOYT7GI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g8lAMJCBPas/s1600-h/arina3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155922459602709602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42EKOYT7GI/AAAAAAAAAKc/g8lAMJCBPas/s200/arina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took some practise for her to get from two to three!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are so proud of you and we love you, little darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1379680491979242934?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1379680491979242934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1379680491979242934&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1379680491979242934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1379680491979242934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/tiggerific-three.html' title='Tiggerific Three'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R42F-uYT7KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5PfL0sP6_Vg/s72-c/tigger+thank+you+card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3917392448188233899</id><published>2008-01-02T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:36.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little girl is 3!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/R3r_u-YT7EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rXSTy3mtmfE/s1600-h/arina"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Arina!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i know i've been neglecting this blog and i want so much to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about her birthday and all. Will be back with it, i promise!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3917392448188233899?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3917392448188233899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3917392448188233899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3917392448188233899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3917392448188233899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-girl-is-3.html' title='My little girl is 3!!!!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2641865866331548688</id><published>2007-11-12T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:34:34.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a guilty mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This happened about two weeks back. I was in a rush to send over some food to a friend's place for a potluck gathering later on and go to another open house in between. We were in the car together and my daughter was sitting in front with her daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didnt use her car seat this time. So she was strapped using the conventional seat belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, when daddy went out of the car to send the first pot of food; i absently followed taking the 2nd plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remembered that i didnt actually shut the back door hard. I know it was slightly ajar but i didnt know that it clicked and sort of locked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then when i turned back to look at the car, I saw Arina at the driver seat(!) and I just knew then that something was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She had actually managed to lock the door and since its central locking so you guessed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can hardly describe how i was feeling then. When she looked at us and from our look, she must have sense that something was wrong and when she tried to unlock, she was already scared (i think) and didnt managed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was scared out of my wits then. I didnt know what to do, how to think... Then when my sister called saying she was just leaving the house, and i remembered about the spare key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meanwhile, daddy-0 and i tried to ask her to wind down the window. She looked scared then so i guess she really didnt know or barely could hear what we asked her to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was scared. Everyone around tried to help. My friend was already looking for a locksmith for us. I, on the other hand, was almost breaking down already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of it, we managed to get the spare key. And she was fine. Tired and sleepy but fine. And that was all that matters then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a really bad incident for me and for her. I felt really bad til today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and please dont tell my mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2641865866331548688?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2641865866331548688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2641865866331548688&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2641865866331548688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2641865866331548688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/confession-of-guilty-mummy.html' title='Confession of a guilty mummy'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-769593442026227127</id><published>2007-11-03T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:56:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our raya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted so much to write and post about my little girl second raya celebration but I dont have any photos with me. Its all in the other pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think we took that many photos; partly because noon onwards she was being a bit cranky and all from not enough sleep. Imagine this, she slept around 1am the night before, yes, she sleeps when we sleeps, and had to be woken up at 7am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i remember the most out of our raya week holiday is her haircut and our 2nd day raya short trip to JB (just the two of us!). We did have a long, long day that day. And we took three modes of transport altogether and i guess that was the exciting part (for her at least!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of all, she was well behaved of which i am still amazed and that she was actually enjoying herself throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we had to go to the airport to send her grandparents off for a trip overseas. We waited for daddy there; and then it was time for him to send us off next. During take off to Senai Airport, she was all excited; complete with Little Eistein's pat, pat, pat and blast off action. And then, she was singing non-stop and talked non-stop. She had her milk and was even thrilled when they serve her all time favorite - the peanuts in the beige packets. She didnt even sleep a wink. Though the faithful Tigger was with her all the time. (Tigger had to be taken in and out of the bag a lot of times during this trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we had to take a bus to JB town. She looked happy when she saw that we were taking the bus. And when on board the bus, she asked for Tigger again and had some water. Other than that, she was pretty happy, singing and doing her own stuff. We did take some photos of ourselves together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she knows that she had to behave because there was no one else to pay attention if she was being mischievous and she spared mummy some anxiety attack if she did throw a tantrum or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got to the hotel, we had to get ready to go to an uncle's home for a raya gathering of the families. Over there, she got to play with all my junior cousins. But everyone commented that she was a 'good girl' because she sat 'quietly' next to me most of the time. I guess the travelling part that day did tire her but she still refuse to go to sleep and kept watching the other kids playing. Oh and she did participated when they were playing bunga api!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our trip back the next day (this time we went in a car) she slept the whole way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i guess, though it wasnt much of a raya celebration to some may be, but that was what i remembered the most significant this raya for my lil girl (oh, but of course getting duit raya is significant too all the time ! haha)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-769593442026227127?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/769593442026227127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=769593442026227127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/769593442026227127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/769593442026227127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-raya.html' title='our raya...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1790069712904213328</id><published>2007-10-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:37.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl at 34 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this update of my little girl from Babyc*nter yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ever catch your child talking to an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.babycenter.com/b/?le=7Z6U&amp;amp;bl=Baw3&amp;amp;pos=0&amp;amp;bs=mbtw&amp;amp;me=EGrv&amp;amp;pe=9xhYhb&amp;amp;t=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;imaginary friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? Pretend friends can be a healthy part of your child's developing conscience and value system. They keep her company, provide solace, and even share the blame for the things your child wishes she hadn't done. By age 6, most kids lose interest in them. Until then, let your child enjoy the companionship while you commit these moments to memory. They'll make for nice reminiscences when your little one is all grown up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home after work that evening, she had a lot to tell me. And funny thing was, she mentioned about her ‘friend’ and a ‘kakak’. I guess Babyc*nter was quite spot on. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even asked her what’s her friend’s name; to which she answer something which I cant quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also mentioned about school ( this I am happy to hear; at least it shows she’s interested in the idea of going to school), about her daddy (coz daddy was away) and also her cartoon shows on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow rather she also said she also poo2 that day. I guess when her vocab is better, she would have a lot more better things to report to me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong; she doesn’t really tell me in a lengthy perfect sentence but those were the ‘reports’ that I had managed to grasp from her as she sat on my lap recapping what she did that day! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Ryfc3FeKWYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WFEHnG_FMh4/s1600-h/1_732681318l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127309539704199554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Ryfc3FeKWYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WFEHnG_FMh4/s200/1_732681318l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two girls in the picture however are her friends from the bazaar. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1790069712904213328?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1790069712904213328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1790069712904213328&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1790069712904213328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1790069712904213328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-girl-at-33-months.html' title='My girl at 34 months...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Ryfc3FeKWYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WFEHnG_FMh4/s72-c/1_732681318l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4374774537924734043</id><published>2007-10-29T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:37.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And we did it; the cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RyV4KleKWXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UdeKL9B-8Kc/s1600-h/arinacuthair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126635874083821938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RyV4KleKWXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UdeKL9B-8Kc/s320/arinacuthair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is her first commercial hair cut and we did it at this new place that i found for myself; yes, i did cut my hair here too; pre-raya. Hers was post raya; on the 5th day of Raya actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was all serious  throughout and did not move (well, she fidgeted a bit because we were excited taking photos). Although she was a bit upset when someone nearby switched on the hair dryer. So there i was sitting beside her; holding her hand to give her encouragement and pacify her to not move. And she was all quiet and cooperative. But she didnt smile until the very end when we bring her down from the chair (probably wondering what's the fuss about getting this haircut thing). Am so proud of her..Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More photos and dramas to come. Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4374774537924734043?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4374774537924734043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4374774537924734043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4374774537924734043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4374774537924734043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-we-did-it-cut.html' title='And we did it; the cut'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RyV4KleKWXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UdeKL9B-8Kc/s72-c/arinacuthair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5849444467203620053</id><published>2007-10-07T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T04:09:20.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To cut or not to cut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have been contemplating to cut Arina's hair for quite a while. I wanted to cut the length short sometime ago (i think when i was cutting her fringe the last time) but daddy-o was not around then, so when i called him and told him, he said a plain no. And so i waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we discussed again about it and decided that we'll do it for raya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, each and everytime i look at her long hair i kept thinking; sayang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course i know it'll grow back. But i was thinking that i'll be missing seeing her in ponytail, seeing her with her long hair loose and free with slight wave at the end, seeing her hold her hair as if trying to tie and even when she comb her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After or if we cut, it'll be much, much shorter. You see, she has hair of different length since baby (because we had never cut the length; only her fringe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i guess the best is to cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, i'll missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only for a short time i hope. People say trimmed hair grow faster. And so i hope on that saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lets pray it'll be good. A good hair cut. Because mummy will be doing it. (Or should i go to the professionals to do it?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm..so much thoughts going into her hair.  What say you my dear little girl?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5849444467203620053?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5849444467203620053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5849444467203620053&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5849444467203620053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5849444467203620053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To cut or not to cut...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3339475485271832914</id><published>2007-10-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My tower and me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RwH3tls6wmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ax4UM7AnPh4/s1600-h/DSC02631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116643014256280162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RwH3tls6wmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ax4UM7AnPh4/s200/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tadaa! Look at my tower; its even taller than me! (thx A.Zurra for helping me!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RwHu3ls6wlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LQLdRMRnFy8/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116633290450322002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RwHu3ls6wlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LQLdRMRnFy8/s200/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of the things i just found out that my lil girl likes other than her blocks and jigsaw puzzles. Thanks lil Imtiyaz for letting us play with your toys and thanks for having us at your new place. Your mummy is one great decorator. I just love her color schemes and personal touches in all the rooms! Everything is just so cozy and lovely. The polkadots are all at the right places that totally enhanced the walls. Sorry we messed up the room, but we definitely had a great time that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lets have more suppers together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;** I want pancakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3339475485271832914?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3339475485271832914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3339475485271832914&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3339475485271832914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3339475485271832914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-tower-and-me.html' title='My tower and me...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RwH3tls6wmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ax4UM7AnPh4/s72-c/DSC02631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-9128786385944499956</id><published>2007-10-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:05:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An another tag; 5 things</title><content type='html'>"5 things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 things in my handbag/bag:&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;Receipts&lt;br /&gt;Hair clamp&lt;br /&gt;2 cds that I wanted to put in the car but I forgot; Ecoutez &amp;amp; d’Cinnamons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 things in my wallet:&lt;br /&gt;Some RM&lt;br /&gt;Credit Cards&lt;br /&gt;IC&lt;br /&gt;Receipts (yes, I keep them allllll and everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;Some points card that I like to collect haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 things in my favorite room (bedroom):&lt;br /&gt;My honeymoon photo&lt;br /&gt;My new salt lamp&lt;br /&gt;My bolster&lt;br /&gt;My lil girl’s tigger&lt;br /&gt;My bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 things I would like / love to do:&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;More shopping&lt;br /&gt;Watch movies&lt;br /&gt;Read books&lt;br /&gt;Eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 5 things I am currently doing:&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Doing this tag&lt;br /&gt;Setting my report format and keying in data at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my lil girl at home&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to eat with Daddy-o for buka puasa today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I am tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think ziah tagged almost everyone that I want to put in the list hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-9128786385944499956?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9128786385944499956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=9128786385944499956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9128786385944499956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9128786385944499956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-tag-5-things.html' title='An another tag; 5 things'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5350035682400958428</id><published>2007-09-11T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:43:20.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 spontaneous questions..as tagged by Ziah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been quite a while since my last post and i owe Ziah a tag. Come to think of it, i think i owe Nins a tag too (sorry nins, will come to that soon) So here's my answers to the 25 qs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;A watch or a cute lil purse hehe (this is no more a hint, daddy-0 haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who will be your next kiss?&lt;br /&gt;My lil girl or daddy-o (either one who greets me first at the door coming back from work later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When was the last time you went to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday; bijou bazaar @ jaya shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. How did you spend your summer?&lt;br /&gt;Its summer here all year round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. The last was The Simpson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the last thing you had drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Light blue shirt &amp;amp; black pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;A bag! (you can never have enough rite? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What was the last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who would be the person you would call if you were up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-o of course or maybe a friend or two (sorry ya peeps!) I do get paranoid over thgs sometimes which leads to whatifs; thus i cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;br /&gt;Ermm, did i?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;No. Though my lil girl and daddy-o luv cats..I still have my say (for now at least!) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What made you laugh in the last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things! My lil girl's antics! Yesterday, she was pretending to walk like a model on a catwalk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?&lt;br /&gt;At home; sleeping or 'layan' my lil girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the last thing you purchased online?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One thing you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;My not-thinking-ahead blurtness sometimes, i think and then i'd go; now why did i say that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your favorite soup?&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, would be my lil girl and the daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are your plans for the day?&lt;br /&gt;A few phone calls, a memo, a letter and some other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Last person you SMS-ed?&lt;br /&gt;My colleague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever went to camp?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Were you a good student in school?&lt;br /&gt;Primary school: ok-ok je&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school: same ol' same ol'&lt;br /&gt;University: haha..barely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you know about the (your) future?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?&lt;br /&gt;Stilla's Creme bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall tagged sha2, nins, wegra and others who feels like doing the tag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5350035682400958428?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5350035682400958428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5350035682400958428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5350035682400958428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5350035682400958428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/25-spontaneous-questionsas-tagged-by.html' title='25 spontaneous questions..as tagged by Ziah'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1652649411373011437</id><published>2007-09-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:40:51.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after merdeka; about the cut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The morning after merdeka day i decided to cut her fringe. I cant remember how many times i did it already. I asked daddy-0 whether i can cut her hair short (well not so short la, just a trim) but he's not ready for it yet! hehe. And so i cut her fringe. This i can only do for a minute only; because that is how long i can keep her still; if its even one minute laa. It was basically two or three snip2 and then some adjustments. SHE decides WHEN it is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What she did AFTER that is a real something. She was just in front of me playing the whole time that afternoon at our tv lounge. I had just glanced away for two seconds, the harm was already done. And me, bad mummy! saw that she was holding the scissors which was in the cover btw then. But how she managed to take it out and cut her hair ( thank God that was the only thing that got cut!) in a short, short time is beyond me! I know it is my fault for letting her take the scissors away from me. I had underestimate her. Didnt know she could even hold the scissors proper and chop her own hair. God! Bad mummy..And i screamed! What else could i do then when i saw strands of her hair on the floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ANYHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckily, her hair is uneven in length anyway; so the damage was not THAT obvious. I couldnt even figure out at first where or which part of her hair she had managed to chop2. Thats because she has got a lot of baby hair still growing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still feel bad about the incident but thank God no one can tell just by looking at her hair now except for the fringe of course and those of you who read this post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1652649411373011437?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1652649411373011437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1652649411373011437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1652649411373011437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1652649411373011437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-after-merdeka-about-cut.html' title='The day after merdeka; about the cut...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4571900362831087950</id><published>2007-09-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:06:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good company, good food &amp; good conversation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember years back having watched Reality Bites where winona said to ethan about having a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a good conversation. And that particular scene from the movie striked me since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that feeling of being in good company; with friends that you can have a good hearty laugh and good conversation (and good gossips! thats for sure hehe) and you top it off with a great meal! That will definitely make you go back feeling good inside and out. Thanks you guys. I had a really good time that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4571900362831087950?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4571900362831087950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4571900362831087950&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4571900362831087950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4571900362831087950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-company-good-food-good.html' title='Good company, good food &amp; good conversation...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8828022236128482721</id><published>2007-08-24T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike a pose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rs61_LtH9-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wA919fWthWA/s1600-h/DSC01267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rs61mbtH99I/AAAAAAAAAGk/14CeTGOPeSo/s1600-h/arina+at+elie+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102215099734030290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rs61mbtH99I/AAAAAAAAAGk/14CeTGOPeSo/s200/arina+at+elie+show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a blast in Melaka. I asked her to concentrate on the show in front of us and she striked a pose for me instead. My cheeky little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8828022236128482721?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8828022236128482721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8828022236128482721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8828022236128482721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8828022236128482721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/strike-pose.html' title='Strike a pose!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rs61mbtH99I/AAAAAAAAAGk/14CeTGOPeSo/s72-c/arina+at+elie+show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8311761754563380404</id><published>2007-08-14T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:38.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of having fun at birthday parties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEVQAsxpDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UwFDxHQ8sMI/s1600-h/DSC01105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098379617970005042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEVQAsxpDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UwFDxHQ8sMI/s200/DSC01105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had two birthday parties last weekend n we had FUN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a photo of the little girl and the birthday boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I discovered that she likes the cream and no&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEbaAsxpFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-1mDT9H1mKs/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386386838463570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEbaAsxpFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-1mDT9H1mKs/s200/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t the cake! No wonder her mouth is blue; full of the blue cream, courtesy of the Thomas The Train blue birthday cake. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's also a photo of her and the birthday girl. She being the 'sibuk' one wanting to play with Arianna's new pressie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEnWQsxpGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GNNLHFpXGso/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098399516553487458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEnWQsxpGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GNNLHFpXGso/s200/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We even managed to squeeze in a trip to the optometrist to check bibik's eyes again. And she being the cannot-sit-still kid asked me to take for her the BLUE sunnies which is right next to a PINK one for she wants to try it on...Maybe because she wanted to match it with her outfit; i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8311761754563380404?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8311761754563380404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8311761754563380404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8311761754563380404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8311761754563380404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-having-fun-at-birthday-parties.html' title='of having fun at birthday parties...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RsEVQAsxpDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UwFDxHQ8sMI/s72-c/DSC01105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3511191017896465246</id><published>2007-08-13T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:39.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bijou Bazaar @ Jaya Shopping Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rr_gDgsxpCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M-gtGSdp40g/s1600-h/Bijou+Bazaar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098039654128657442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rr_gDgsxpCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M-gtGSdp40g/s320/Bijou%2BBazaar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the place to be at, people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So lets rock the bazaar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They have such lovely things there, it surely wont dissapoint you...&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;p/s: for more info, visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bijoubazaar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bijou bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; website...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3511191017896465246?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3511191017896465246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3511191017896465246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3511191017896465246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3511191017896465246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/bijou-bazaar-jaya-shopping-centre.html' title='Bijou Bazaar @ Jaya Shopping Centre'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rr_gDgsxpCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M-gtGSdp40g/s72-c/Bijou%2BBazaar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-60157280477592017</id><published>2007-08-02T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:36:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pre-schools dilemma and decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been having a mix feeling between 'desperate', 'worried', 'anxious' and 'excited' lately about the idea of sending my little girl off to pre-school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see, technically she is 3 this year. But she's a year end baby as most of you know. And I am not 'that' familiar with age groupings and such. And one kindy teacher actually told me that its 'illegal' for her to take in a not-yet-3 years old kid into her school for fear that the authority might 'check' on them. Now that really got me confused! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or is it because certain kindy allows 3 AND above children ONLY and others have permit for below 3. But are those below 3 more on childcare/nurseries type of school where they have playgroups and such? Am I making any sense here? hehe...I am a very confused-mummy anxious to send her kid to school i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The idea is for her to socialise and have more friends her age and do things her age-groups does. That's it. But WHERE to send her? and WHEN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is early next year sufficient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I want to send her now. Or is that just being too pushy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think she is ready because she comes to me and says that she wants to go to school. Probably what triggers her is when she saw other children playing around in a kindy nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, it really bothers ( or rather hanging in my mind rite now) me, this whole kindy thing. All parents wants the best for their kid,rite? And this mummy is too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-60157280477592017?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/60157280477592017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=60157280477592017&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/60157280477592017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/60157280477592017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-pre-schools-and-decisionsdecisions.html' title='Of pre-schools dilemma and decisions...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3393600911466710989</id><published>2007-07-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rq7lmAsxo_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aPxbKnz429g/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093260669788201970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rq7lmAsxo_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aPxbKnz429g/s320/avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;dadad thinks its exactly moi! hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rq7lUAsxo-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/QOEkDvhgVGI/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3393600911466710989?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3393600911466710989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3393600911466710989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3393600911466710989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3393600911466710989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/avatar-moi.html' title='Avatar Moi'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rq7lmAsxo_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aPxbKnz429g/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7656099860789543196</id><published>2007-07-26T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhHFwsxo9I/AAAAAAAAADs/gK31lU18vl8/s1600-h/DSC00495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397543039968210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhHFwsxo9I/AAAAAAAAADs/gK31lU18vl8/s320/DSC00495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhG9Qsxo8I/AAAAAAAAADk/SW-bMC8qiE4/s1600-h/DSC00497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397397011080130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhG9Qsxo8I/AAAAAAAAADk/SW-bMC8qiE4/s320/DSC00497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhG0Asxo7I/AAAAAAAAADc/1JKpP0c-cu8/s1600-h/DSC00498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091397238097290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhG0Asxo7I/AAAAAAAAADc/1JKpP0c-cu8/s320/DSC00498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhGjQsxo6I/AAAAAAAAADU/QGicz_nHck4/s1600-h/DSC00495.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7656099860789543196?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7656099860789543196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7656099860789543196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7656099860789543196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7656099860789543196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-addition.html' title='a new addition...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RqhHFwsxo9I/AAAAAAAAADs/gK31lU18vl8/s72-c/DSC00495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7315118659511610975</id><published>2007-07-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T17:09:21.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things she love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) She loves swimming! Everyday she will ask abt going swimming, she will be jumping with joy the minute she sees a swimming pool. Or she would show how she swims. Paddle, paddle (while leaning on a sofa and paddling her two feet) and doing arm strokes and blowing bubbles (coz daddy was trying to teach her to put her face into the water!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) She loves ice cream. The minute we drive into a petrol station, she goes "Nak ice-cream!" and cries when we say no. You should see the way she eat the soft serve ice cream, my god.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) She loves ikea! We will pass ikea whenever we go to either grandparents places from home. So everytime we pass it, she will say "Nak ikea!" and when we say we're not going there, she will pull a sad face :( But when we tell her that we're going there, she'll be so excited and her face will lit up immediately. And in ikea, my god, that is a big playground for her. Pretending to sleep in the little bed, going up the slides, play with the little toys scattered around ikea. Even made the teddy bears go down the slides with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And last night, she saw where they were selling the ice-cream before we got into ikea. So everytime she wont budge from any of our stops, we will offer her ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7315118659511610975?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7315118659511610975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7315118659511610975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7315118659511610975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7315118659511610975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-she-love.html' title='The things she love...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2587254652509335106</id><published>2007-07-23T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T14:19:09.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weg's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wegra had tagged me, she even left a comment just to say that i have been tagged. (gee thanks wegz hehe). Apparently, for each meme done, a total of RM 127 will be contributed to Darul Izzah Orphanage, Bangi. The tag was started by Idham and passed over to fellow bloggers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well anyway, here's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;A person is only as good as&lt;/strong&gt; it gets..hehe. No laa, it would depends on the inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Friendship is&lt;/strong&gt; to cherish one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;To love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is to&lt;/strong&gt; trust and respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Money makes me&lt;/strong&gt; excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;I miss&lt;/strong&gt; having zero problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;My way of saying I care&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is by&lt;/strong&gt; giving my best to cheer/help the person in time of need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;I try to spread love and happiness by&lt;/strong&gt; doing what I think is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Pick the flowers when&lt;/strong&gt; there are flowers to be picked (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;To love someone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; give your all/best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Beauty is&lt;/strong&gt; in the eye of the beholder (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11) &lt;strong&gt;When I was thirteen, what I remember the most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; getting into a boarding school and trying not to make others hear me cry at night. Homesick ok?! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;When i was twenty one, what I remember the most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; turning forever 21! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;I am most happy when &lt;/strong&gt;I am with my loved ones and when I get to ‘manje2’ with my little angel and hear her laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14) &lt;strong&gt;Nothing makes me happier when &lt;/strong&gt;I feel love all around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15) &lt;strong&gt;If I can change one thing, I will change&lt;/strong&gt; my hair (?!) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16) &lt;strong&gt;If smiles were&lt;/strong&gt; money &lt;strong&gt;then I&lt;/strong&gt; will go shopping with my smiles!! Haha (that’s easy and a bliss isnt it?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17) &lt;strong&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if&lt;/strong&gt; everything doesn’t cost money; if only we can pay with smiles..yeah rite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18) &lt;strong&gt;If you want to French&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me, I&lt;/strong&gt; Spanish ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19) &lt;strong&gt;Money is not everything&lt;/strong&gt; though you always need money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20) &lt;strong&gt;The most touching moments I have experienced&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; when I became a wife and when I saw my daughter for the very first time and the warm look hubby gave me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21) &lt;strong&gt;I smile when I&lt;/strong&gt; see people smile or when I think of the funny little things the little girl did or the way she sings…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22) &lt;strong&gt;When I am happy, I&lt;/strong&gt; eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23) &lt;strong&gt;If only I don't have to&lt;/strong&gt; work to earn, but work for the fun of working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24) &lt;strong&gt;The best thing I did yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; taking photos of arina swimming and seeing how much fun she had (thought it wasn’t funny at all when I literally had to struggle with her when we bring her out of the pool…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25) &lt;strong&gt;If I ever write a book, I will give it this title&lt;/strong&gt; “yummy mummy trying to be yummy" haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26) &lt;strong&gt;One thing I must do before I die&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; do everything I dream of doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27) &lt;strong&gt;Doing the meme, I feel like&lt;/strong&gt; i have just done something charitable ( i hope! hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. That's that. Now, guys, feel free to have a go at this meme but let me tag a few people namely nins, ziah and etyanna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2587254652509335106?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2587254652509335106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2587254652509335106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2587254652509335106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2587254652509335106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/wegs-tag.html' title='Weg&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5224918540599073624</id><published>2007-07-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:06:56.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papaparaazzi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A good friend of mine from school used to call me a papparazi. I used to take out the camera on every outing that we had. Even for a small meeting, just catching up. Even for one or two shots. At that time, i was still using the film and then the APS, so each shot was precious. Then i lost each camera, one by one. Even my first digital i managed to 'lose' it after some absent-minded thing that i did. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last weekend, after being so resistant towards not owning or holding or carrying-it-everywhere-i-go, i finally made the decision to get one. And now you can see my beaming (macam la menang lottery eh!) smile every chance i get to click click! Hehe. My official model is only 2 years and six months old! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5224918540599073624?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5224918540599073624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5224918540599073624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5224918540599073624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5224918540599073624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/papaparaazzi.html' title='Papaparaazzi...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2028562181789820027</id><published>2007-07-16T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:48:11.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i got you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend was great. Though i wished today is still Sunday. Why oh why do weekends passed by so quickly?! And today, a manic monday, time is very slow indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a great time meeting up with a dear friend who had been away with her family together with some friends . Her little Imran is just soo adorable. You keep wanting to hold him, coz he's just too cute! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also had a fun and funny(!) karaoke session with my cousin and his soon-to-be bride and a birthday dinner for my brother over the weekend. If you have not tried the ribs at Tony Roma's, then you should! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lil girl had another session of blowing the birthday candles (yet again!). And we were entertained by her miming to the music and she followed through the whole song, complete with face expression and all. And, get this, she was actually singing to akon's "dont matter" with the music playing in the background of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant wait for another entertaining weekend. :( Its only Monday and i am thinking of the weekend already...Ooh, got my cousin's wedding this Friday, yeah, so my weekend is actually a day nearer..haha. I am pathetic ey! I love my weekends, cant help that! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2028562181789820027?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2028562181789820027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2028562181789820027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2028562181789820027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2028562181789820027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-was-great.html' title='Cause i got you...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1056968704987830823</id><published>2007-07-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:55:09.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest lellow little parrot</title><content type='html'>i have been meaning to update on my lil girl latest stuffs that she is into and new things that she does such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleepingstyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she can sleep without us tucking her in (means no tepuk2 or hugging) at times. other times, she would ask to hold her hand (only mummy, with daddy 'taknak') the fingers-intertwined-style. or sometimes just tepuk2. and sometimes, nak 'picit kaki'! of course with a just tiny bit of pressure..anyway, this is only when she is really restless and cant go to sleep. Thats why sometimes i would make sure that she is really sleepy before putting her to bed. Other times, its me who's more sleepy that she is. That brings about the reason why she sleeps in and wakes up late i guess, mummy is part to blame for wanting that extra playtime with her or rather just plain lazy to struggle with her for putting her to sleep early. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eatingpattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 bottle of milk in the morning. Brunch would be rice with lauk. Then milk again. Then rice again (i seriously dont know which comes first actually, since i am not a home with her! hehe). She takes dinner early, usually taken whilst walking and playing around the neighbourhood. Then around 8pm, another bottle of milk and the last one would be before going to sleep. I really dont know how to start her on a proper breakfast pattern. Like food other than rice. Oh and after all that, the pattern obviously changed during weekends, simply because there's no routine and activities varies according to mummy's or daddy's prefered activity of the day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;otheractivities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;loves dancing and singing. she would dance and sing along to disney's channel shows. out of the box's ending is one of her favourite tune, jojo's dancing, and of course that group that the name escapes me at the moment and noddy too of course. Anyway, she loves music and would 'move and groove' to whatever suits her mood then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's also into puzzle and now those wooden blocks. She's into building houses and tall towers. And if she's not in the mood, would easily get angry when the tower tumbles and start throwing things around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever she wants to write/draw/colour something on a paper, she would say 'nak colour'. Her colors now are blue and 'lellow', i guess the 'y' is a bit of a mouthful at the moment. And her shapes are triangle and circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know this is out of the topic but isnt elliot yamin's voice so 'lemak'? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh did i mentioned that she's also a quite a 'parrot' nowadays? So now mummy and daddy have to be extra careful with our words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1056968704987830823?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1056968704987830823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1056968704987830823&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1056968704987830823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1056968704987830823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-latest-lellow-little-parrot.html' title='my latest lellow little parrot'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2612373222561559407</id><published>2007-06-28T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:47:31.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a new look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just trying out a new one for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, my little girl is now exactly 2 years and a half today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to update on her new milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it has to be another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2612373222561559407?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2612373222561559407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2612373222561559407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2612373222561559407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2612373222561559407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-new-look.html' title='Of a new look...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6487247194163264547</id><published>2007-06-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:50:27.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of a busy week...</title><content type='html'>Had stop for a bit coz it had been a crazy week or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, my little girl was down with a really bad throat infection. She had fever for two days and for those time would hardly eat or even drink! I was worried sick!! Just seeing her so weak and not in the mood for anything except for asking mummy to carry her. All the time! She wanted me to hold/carry her and carry and hold her i did. She wouldnt let me sit and only wants to be 'ahcarry'. Her lingo for asking to carry her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ok now. So that's a big relief! It was really hard seeing her wanting to eat but not able to, she would even push the water bottle away after just a sip while screaming 'sakit'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not something that i would wanna go through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling helpless, not being able to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's back to her usual antics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workwise has been crazy. Hopefully it will not be a crazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one people! Eat well in this weather...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6487247194163264547?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6487247194163264547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6487247194163264547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6487247194163264547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6487247194163264547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-busy-week.html' title='Of a busy week...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4121384253607821201</id><published>2007-06-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:19:51.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadad's day</title><content type='html'>Father's day is coming and i almost bought a father's day card instead of a birthday card yesterday because today is actually daddy-0's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;So happy birthday dearest. &lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl would surely be happy tonight. &lt;br /&gt;She love to sing the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;She will sing the full song at the top of her voice, full of expression.&lt;br /&gt;Tho she was quite shy when it was her own birthday, &lt;br /&gt;with her own birthday cake at her&lt;br /&gt;own birthday party earlier this year. &lt;br /&gt;However, she can also put in her own words into the birthday song, &lt;br /&gt;choose who she wants to sing it for, do her own re-mix while pretending to hold a make-believe cake!&lt;br /&gt;Today she can yet again do the real thing. I am pretty sure she'll be&lt;br /&gt;the happiest, other than daddy-0 of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4121384253607821201?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4121384253607821201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4121384253607821201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4121384253607821201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4121384253607821201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/06/dadads-day.html' title='Dadad&apos;s day'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1922226264035958361</id><published>2007-05-29T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:39.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of your cuddly one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rlu_tTUFaZI/AAAAAAAAADI/lZ9ta4ABO48/s1600-h/312834258l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069856590535158162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rlu_tTUFaZI/AAAAAAAAADI/lZ9ta4ABO48/s320/312834258l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little girl has got a favourite 'bantal bushuk' and its not really a pillow. When my maid was on her long holiday, i noticed that my littlegirl has started to ask for her Tigger everytime she is having her milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would play with Tigger's ears. She also likes to 'feel' Tigger for it is really of a very soft texture. I didnt want her to be too attached to Tigger so sometimes i would try to tell her that Tigger is asleep and give her another teddy bear. She's ok with other teddy bear but would always yet again ask for Tigger when it is her milk time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That picture above is of her and her Tigger and of course without fail; a bag which probably stored her water bottle that she brings along during her daily evening playtime at nearby playground with the neighbourhood kids. It must have been taken by daddy-0 a few months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maid of course is now back in K.L. But not without a few dramas here and there. Anyway, we are back to our usual routine and the house is back in order. The fridge is now full and the stove is being put to good use. Hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what was (or is hihi..) your 'bantal bushuk'? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1922226264035958361?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1922226264035958361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1922226264035958361&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1922226264035958361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1922226264035958361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-your-cuddly-one.html' title='Of your cuddly one...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rlu_tTUFaZI/AAAAAAAAADI/lZ9ta4ABO48/s72-c/312834258l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-3921257073594665842</id><published>2007-05-22T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:32:59.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of puzzling jigsaw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little girl now has a love for puzzles. Jigsaw puzzles that is. Thanks to Daddy-o who wanted to give her something more ‘educational’ during the birthday dinner we had for her. Just a little something so that we can watch her unwrapping them. You know how they just love to tear the wrappers open (and i will just cringe at the side, coz i cannot bear to see lovely wrappers turned into bits..hehe). So instead of one, daddy-o got her three of the puzzle-in-a-book book. It was a 6 piece puzzle per page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first initial reaction was just to flip the pages. Then when she saw that the pieces could be taken out, that was all she did. She took out all the pieces from all the pages. So we kept one just so she doesn’t lose them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She then got the hang of it a few weeks after maybe, and learned how to do page by page bit by bit. Now, she can almost memorize which piece goes to which page. I know you shouldn’t test your child but I could not help myself and purposely put a piece at the wrong page. And she corrected me straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would say “Nak jigsaw puzzle” once in a while. That must be one of her first 4 syllables words in a row that she can pronounce. She can now so far do a 12-piece or 20-piece (the jumbo ones) but when my mum gave her a 40-piece puzzle, my sister and my maid ended up doing it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am trying to teach her shapes and colors. I even got those special jigsaw that teaches colors but she refused to do them. I had to hold them up instead of making her do the puzzle. Maybe the pictures are not so interesting. I don’t know. Last night i tried by making it like a flashcards instead. At least it did get her attention a bit. Maybe seeing mummy making silly faces and noise is much more fun to her. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapes. Well let’s not go into that just yet. Right now it's just circles. That's all she would draw. I will update again when I have better updates on shapes. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a different note, I just found a 500-piece puzzle at home in one of my many unpacked boxes quite recently. I must have purchased them during one of my visits to the fleamarket in PJ years ago. I am now wondering how to go about trying to do them without getting my little girl 'facscinated' with the smaller pieces puzzle. I can bet you she would go throwing them up like 'rain'... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-3921257073594665842?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3921257073594665842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=3921257073594665842&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3921257073594665842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/3921257073594665842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-puzzling-jigsaw.html' title='Of puzzling jigsaw...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2126799323722691016</id><published>2007-05-18T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:40.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of cheekiness and having fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1iCzUFaWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i4GU39KesDc/s1600-h/P1010177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065812956135385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1iCzUFaWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i4GU39KesDc/s320/P1010177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah! She will do what she feels like doing, even seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;from the ground and having fun too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1hXjUFaVI/AAAAAAAAACs/MfWq2SEdm9k/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065812213106043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1hXjUFaVI/AAAAAAAAACs/MfWq2SEdm9k/s320/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The face of being 'fill-in-the-blank-guys'.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1g_jUFaUI/AAAAAAAAACk/YkyVYOhF26U/s1600-h/P1010159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065811800789182786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1g_jUFaUI/AAAAAAAAACk/YkyVYOhF26U/s320/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;How cheeky is this MissCheeky?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2126799323722691016?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2126799323722691016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2126799323722691016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2126799323722691016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2126799323722691016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-cheekiness-and-having-fun.html' title='Of cheekiness and having fun...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rk1iCzUFaWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i4GU39KesDc/s72-c/P1010177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1461720015533721704</id><published>2007-05-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:37:40.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whassup chicken..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On one lazy saturday morning, we all woke up quite early for some reason. As always, i had to officiate the bathroom first as the other two were still lazing on the bed. And then, daddy's alarm went off. It went ccucckooocucckoocukooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started,&lt;br /&gt;daddy-o asked littlegirl: what sound does a chicken make?&lt;br /&gt;littlegirl went imitating the alarm: ccukkoocuckoooo&lt;br /&gt;daddy-o persistently asked again, and the littlegirl answered the same (both were still lying down and littlegirl was snugly in between pillows hugging her teddybear). Then, daddy-o asked the same question for the third time. Still the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the fourth time, littlegirl must have been quite fed-up and irritated with the same question over and over, she then answered almost innocently: "Whassup chicken!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and daddy-o did not asked anymore. And everyone then got up to get ready to busy ourselves for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 'whassup chicken' caught onto the rest of us now. Can't help it. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1461720015533721704?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1461720015533721704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1461720015533721704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1461720015533721704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1461720015533721704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/whassup-chicken.html' title='Whassup chicken..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-6339022269612247949</id><published>2007-05-07T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T15:45:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Fifteen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was Tibi's 15th birthday on Saturday. I havent gotten anything yet for her. Gonna wait for the weekend to go with her to lessen my problem of deciding..hehe. She was with her friends that day and had a dance performance til 9pm at klc.c or somewhere around there. Have yet to greet her in person and on her birthday, i only saw her at 3am in the morning when Arina cried for some reason and she was still up doing one of her project and rescued us by making susu for the little girl. Btw, thats what she calls Arina, "little girl". She is the one very person that is so very busy with school and school activities that we hardly see her around. Even during holidays, she would have dance practices, cheer practices or study group or projects and what-have-yous..My God! The time that you see her is during meal time, that is if she has not eaten already or when she needs a lift somewhere..hehe. So Tibi, here's to another great year and hope you had lots of fun on your birthday. I know i still owe you a prezzie so come and claim it from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a different note, we, i.e Daddy-o, littlegirl and myself had a great time at Raz&amp;amp;Riz's new home that same day. Their house is just lovely, cozy with cool furnitures and interiors with a nice mixed of color scheme that is very soothing. Oh and i love Raz's pasta. I so need to get the recipe from her cause i really (well not me really, Daddy-o) wanted to try and make pasta with cream sauce instead of the usual bolognaise that i used to make. And to top it off, we were served a lovely spread of dessert with coffee (coffee's good btw) and tea. (And to think that i actually wanted to have an extra serving of the pasta..hehe) Those were sinfully delicious dessert...esp the choc cake. And its all pure L.indt choc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had to cut short the night by rushing for a movie that i didn't even think i would be watching but then i had never laughed so hard in my life in a cinema the way i did that night. It might also be the added sugar in my system, do you think?! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-6339022269612247949?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6339022269612247949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=6339022269612247949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6339022269612247949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/6339022269612247949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-fifteen.html' title='Sweet Fifteen...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-9179626804712760912</id><published>2007-05-04T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:21:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down memory lane...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been a while. I am around only a little bit busy; busy to post a little somethg2 (yeap, got this from lakish.a), but not bloghopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the long weekend is over. It was very much anticipated but nothing much achieved; housekeeping-wise that is. Activity-wise; many things happened i must say. Like going to my old school for the annual old-girl's meeting session with the present girls. We missed out on the activities but we did went for a tour down memory lane. Would you believe it that the present girls are very much into poncho2?! I was amazed, coz the old girls came teaching them jazzercise that went with the music 'Sway' and they wanted an encore but this time doing the poncho2 instead. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For photos of this trip, please go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wegra.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wegz's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She has lots of them, lovely ones for reminiscing too. Wished i had my own camera also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Arina really enjoyed the trip and the freedom; she was running around here and there. And she got excited when she saw some boys playing, kicking a ball around at the huge lawn next to the hall. She wanted one, so we make do with her little i-dont-know-what-you-call-it thing that lighted up when u toss it. We were throwing it around, and she was shrieking and running and jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunchtime. We head to the dining hall, and we were the last few who got to dig in. I especially loved the tomato masak i-dont-know-what. It was so sedap that now i think i want more. I think wegz's photo would show a bit of this lauk with tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun at the co-op too. They now have specially designed bedsheet and tudung with logo. And we went excited over their exercisebook instead..hehe (and pens and badges!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home long after the other old girls left. The food really got to us i think. My eyes were heavy. Oh and the heat too! Luckily wegra was a great co-driver. My little girl dozed off the minute we got into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wait, did i mentioned that we almost got lost on the way there? Almost but not quite hehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-9179626804712760912?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9179626804712760912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=9179626804712760912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9179626804712760912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/9179626804712760912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/05/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down memory lane...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-1784362357204392460</id><published>2007-04-17T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T09:58:53.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babai..sheeyu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats my little girl's trademark when saying goodbye to people. Now it has caught on to the rest of the family members..right down to her grandma..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her vocab has grown quite a bit now and it is fun and still sometimes caught me by surprise when she responds to me or hear her talk to other people. Even when i hear stories from her bibik, and those near her especially when she's at my mum's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are officially 'bibikless' for a month or so from now. At least that's what i told her and gave her, the bibik, a month holiday and so she 'balik kampung' last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far so good. Hehe...i think. Nothing funny or havoc has started yet. Well, it hasnt been a week so i guess the laundry part hasnt come into the picture yet. So, hubby,i warn you in advance ;),  do be patience with me, &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; the laundry part. Hehe..Am never, ever going to be good with that.Oh and also, am sooo NOT looking forward to the ironing part too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told a dear friend that i want to compartmentalise the laundry so that whites goes into the whites basket, colors, darks etc..And she said, sounds like a good plan and very organised (well i cant remember her exact words but.. hehe) and i just laughed. Coz that was just &lt;strong&gt;a plan. &lt;/strong&gt;Nothing has been done yet...hehe&lt;br /&gt;So i do need the patience and guidance being maidless ni..Can't help it..been used to having that extra help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now the little one gets to spend quality time with her daddy and buli him (and mummy too of course) especially during her bathtime and making her susu etc...Coz the bibik has always been quite strict with her. Bathtime was never a playtime with her bibik. So when its with her mummy or daddy, she would want to play with the water for ages...or else she screams! I hope we survive... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-1784362357204392460?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1784362357204392460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=1784362357204392460&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1784362357204392460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/1784362357204392460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/babaisheeyu.html' title='Babai..sheeyu'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-533651499529880533</id><published>2007-04-12T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:05:45.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derusan ombak... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really dont have anything much to blabber for today i guess though a lot of things are running through my mind at one time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know why i have this song in my head suddenly...it actually came to me last week or so but i suddenly have it in my head again today...dunno which came first ...the melody or the words..This song reminds me of primary school i think, though i cant remember which exact year...or was it kindy?!! haha..i really couldnt figure it out. Maybe i am not thinking hard enough. Plain lazy is the case. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I leave with the words to the song (not full la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terkulai dalam jambangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harapan menjadi debu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Begitu hancurnya hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Akibat cinta buta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terlupa diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ternyata lemahnya aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Melawan mimpi duniawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sungguh aku tiada terdaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bagai bahtera dihempas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gelora pedoman tiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Setelah aku menyedari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bahwa tak semua jalan berliku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiada langit kan mendung selalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Terlambat bukan erti tamat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha..Does anyone remember that, or even knows the title?! I might have made a few mistakes here and there. Like the other time when i confidently told wegz about the lyrics to &lt;em&gt;'antara.anyer.dan.jakarta'&lt;/em&gt; where i started with &lt;em&gt;'Derusan ombak'&lt;/em&gt; and she goes "mane ade the word &lt;em&gt;derusan&lt;/em&gt; in the dictionary (can't remember her exact words but its sth along that line" hahaha. **malu tau!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-533651499529880533?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/533651499529880533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=533651499529880533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/533651499529880533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/533651499529880533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/derusan-ombak.html' title='Derusan ombak... ;)'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-295688490546887210</id><published>2007-04-11T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:41.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Dina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxxXSmI-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/MJfs4-tEC4w/s1600-h/P1016026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052037526945593618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxxXSmI-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/MJfs4-tEC4w/s320/P1016026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm...i luv the cake. Thanks Dina for inviting us!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxvGCmI-QI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pA7Kqim4iA/s1600-h/P1015970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052035031569594626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxvGCmI-QI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pA7Kqim4iA/s320/P1015970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Thank you for the partypacks. I luv the necklace &amp; bracelet especially. Now i want to wear them all the time. Even my mummy's.. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxuICmI-PI/AAAAAAAAABM/UsNS_zVnOT4/s1600-h/P1015968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052033966417705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxuICmI-PI/AAAAAAAAABM/UsNS_zVnOT4/s320/P1015968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-295688490546887210?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/295688490546887210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=295688490546887210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/295688490546887210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/295688490546887210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-dina.html' title='Happy birthday Dina...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/RhxxXSmI-RI/AAAAAAAAABc/MJfs4-tEC4w/s72-c/P1016026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7726037486943664996</id><published>2007-04-10T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:54:59.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopting Forever.21</title><content type='html'>Hehehe..that's what i told a friend this morn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun people because nothing is gonna stop me from it today! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7726037486943664996?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7726037486943664996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7726037486943664996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7726037486943664996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7726037486943664996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/adopting-forever21.html' title='Adopting Forever.21'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-2775584805586539630</id><published>2007-04-09T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:59:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest hug ever...</title><content type='html'>Arina is now 2 years and 3 months. And she is just a joy to watch. One day last week, after a long day at work and on the road, I came home hearing her voice ‘Hello mummy!’ repeatedly over and over, screaming at the door. This I hear even before I could see her. I parked outside the porch and just got out of the car and she was already at the door greeting me. Sigh!.. ‘hilang penat’. She came running to me with her two arms wide open, throwing herself to me ready for the biggest hug ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-2775584805586539630?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2775584805586539630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=2775584805586539630&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2775584805586539630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/2775584805586539630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/biggest-hug-ever.html' title='The biggest hug ever...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8588298002954425019</id><published>2007-04-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:35:26.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away and back,,,</title><content type='html'>I have been 'away' for quite a while now. Missed having this relaxed environment so to speak. Well, it was all worth it at the end of it all. The most important thing is we had fun. Ultimate fun! Wouldnt mind having to go through it all over again though. &lt;br /&gt;We welcomed a new family member early last month. My brother finally tied the knot to his long time girlfriend. The chaotic busy bee me were here there and everywhere trying to make sure everything went well assisting my mum so to speak with the help of others of course. Well, without those important people's help, i dont think things will go as smoothly as they did. &lt;br /&gt;Today is my wedding anniversary. I really dont know what we will do tonight to celebrate our three years of marriage. But it will definitely be something simple and memorable (right daddy-o?;)) i hope. I guess dinner and movie might just be the plan.&lt;br /&gt;While they were opening their presents yesterday, my brother commented that our marriage and theirs are almost exactly three years apart. And our age gap is exactly the same. So he said, maybe then the next marriage in the family would be in five years time since he and Titi has a five year gap between them. Hehe..hear dat Titi??! or maybe earliar ka??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8588298002954425019?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8588298002954425019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8588298002954425019&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8588298002954425019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8588298002954425019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/04/away-and-back.html' title='Away and back,,,'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7934171197055548103</id><published>2007-02-27T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:30:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And i am telling you...</title><content type='html'>Cant get the song out of my system! Great song.Check it out.Oh and she's hell of a good singer kan?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you should check out this 11yearold girl, B.ianca R.yan, singing a version of it. She can definitely sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wa2X-jJBbnc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wa2X-jJBbnc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7934171197055548103?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7934171197055548103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7934171197055548103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7934171197055548103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7934171197055548103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-i-am-telling-you.html' title='And i am telling you...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-4814811233613044929</id><published>2007-02-27T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:56:31.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to do things the right way...</title><content type='html'>How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont say the right thing at the right time apparently.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont look a certain way when i am supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't do things right apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i just can't get anything right. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do normal people normally do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv what wegz mentioned in her blog. The Baz Luhrman quote. Check it out &lt;a href="http://wegra.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-4814811233613044929?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4814811233613044929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=4814811233613044929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4814811233613044929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/4814811233613044929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-do-things-right-way.html' title='How to do things the right way...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-5125015339615238265</id><published>2007-02-24T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>istanbul delights..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-vrvaN16I/AAAAAAAAAAg/77Pg78w7wow/s1600-h/P2030023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034936074419165090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-vrvaN16I/AAAAAAAAAAg/77Pg78w7wow/s320/P2030023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;This was the bar of toppings that i had for my spud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;There were all kinds of olives, chickpeas paste (i think), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;tomatoes, beetroot and yogurt with stuff that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;i dont know the names of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Yup, i just eat! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ordu Cafe - 0207&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-zwvaN17I/AAAAAAAAAAo/H2J05BDxiSI/s1600-h/P2030025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034940558365022130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-zwvaN17I/AAAAAAAAAAo/H2J05BDxiSI/s320/P2030025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This is the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And nope, i couldnt finished it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;It doesnt look as tempting in the photo isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Sorry, but it was gud! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-1tPaN18I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_5MuMTiEb_g/s1600-h/P2030115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034942697258735554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-1tPaN18I/AAAAAAAAAAw/_5MuMTiEb_g/s320/P2030115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming from Haghia Sophia to Topkapi Palace we found this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-tpvaN15I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7_2xkgFqNvk/s1600-h/P2030021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034933841036171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-tpvaN15I/AAAAAAAAAAY/7_2xkgFqNvk/s320/P2030021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Turkish Delights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baklava and such&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At one of the streetshop that i forgot the name of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-5125015339615238265?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5125015339615238265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=5125015339615238265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5125015339615238265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/5125015339615238265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/istanbul-delights.html' title='istanbul delights..'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd-vrvaN16I/AAAAAAAAAAg/77Pg78w7wow/s72-c/P2030023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-7651683966429222286</id><published>2007-02-23T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:20:42.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Down the street of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd6Yw_aN14I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMCCknzNSy0/s1600-h/Picture1311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034629400869328770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd6Yw_aN14I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMCCknzNSy0/s320/Picture1311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The photo was taken by one of daddy-o's friend in one of the street shops in Istanbul on our first night there. So here nins, one of the 'makcik' photo as requested!! I looked huge eh!! I dont remember the name of the place. All i know it is just one train stop away from our hotel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-7651683966429222286?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7651683966429222286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=7651683966429222286&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7651683966429222286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/7651683966429222286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/down-street-of.html' title='Down the street of ...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/Rd6Yw_aN14I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HMCCknzNSy0/s72-c/Picture1311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-8866753215206838857</id><published>2007-02-22T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:10:22.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of good flow and sleeping in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was free flow and smooth sailing for me to the office this morn and yesterday too. What a joy! I wished it would be like this everyday. If only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My daughter wasnt is a good mood last nite. A bit demure which is not herself at all when we brought her to my Sil's place last nite. Maybe she was tired. And she didnt get a good sleep also last nite. Woke up twice which is very unusual. Once for susu and the other for water. Hope she's feeling much better this morn. When i left for work this morning, she was still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She will always be sleeping anyways everytime i leave for work. I was a little bit concern then that she might not become a morning person like me and drag having to wake up  in the morning everytime for school and then now, work. Also, i dread maybe later i might have to drag her from bed every morning to go to school. This is something that i dont look forward to. Seriously. And then, last weekend during cny, i was talking to my hubby's aunty when we went over for a visit about my concern. And she reassured me that she didnt have a problem with her grandchild eventhough he wakes up late in the morning in his early years. Now that he goes to school, he wakes up very early. Maybe he's eager and excited and really looks forward to school. And i really do hope that when the time comes, my daughter would be like that too. I sometimes  tell Daddy-o to wake the little girl up and not let her sleep in, which he always does. But now i guess i can put my concerns aside and not worry. Let just hope its not in the gene. Coz if she follows her mummy, then i know the the trouble i'll be in when the time comes.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-8866753215206838857?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8866753215206838857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=8866753215206838857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8866753215206838857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/8866753215206838857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-good-flow-and-sleeping-in.html' title='Of good flow and sleeping in...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-448251512774817926</id><published>2007-02-15T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:34:02.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And baby makes 3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today i came into the office a little bit earlier than usual coz i changed the time setting on my phone. Imagine what a five minute dummy can do to alter my pattern eh! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was everywhere yesterday that it got me all worn-out by evening. I didnt think much about val's day this year but Daddy-o gave me a sweet msg early in the morning and was even sweeter to suggest to have dinner somewhere outside(dining out is a very unusual thing for us now since having a baby), but of coz with Arina in tow. We were halfway to our destination, when we decide not to go through the jam and hassle since we were both very tired (daddy-o just got back from work too). So we ended up going back to my parent's place to have dinner there (coz it was already prepared for us anyway...). I was happy coz i get to eat my grandma's ikan keli masak lemak!! Oh, to me, there's no one else in the world that can cook masak lemak like she does..you'd want more and more..Unfortunately, i had to share with others! hehe. And daddy-o was sweating! So i know he had a good meal too. (hehe..yes, he sweats when he's having a good meal, regardless whether its hot or not..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess we shouldd just spread love around 365days all year round especially to those closest to us and treat everyday as a special day (when its not gloomy and chaotic for some, :P). Oh and also, a good meal is a good meal anyway.. hehe. Do you think i am making any sense here?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-448251512774817926?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/448251512774817926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=448251512774817926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/448251512774817926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/448251512774817926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-baby-makes-3.html' title='And baby makes 3...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-117101533871264246</id><published>2007-02-09T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T01:30:04.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isketambola...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;It was great! Damn great!&lt;br /&gt;Wished it was longer.&lt;br /&gt;Flight was long. Going was exciting but longer hours (maybe coz of the excitement of anticipation of the whole trip)&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was tiring though it was of a shorter hour of travel.&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know Istanbul can be sooo cold! My fingers, ears and nose were almost freezing. And you don’t want to see the way I wrap myself. Daddy-o said I look like a ‘makcik’. Makcik or not… My only concern was not to get frosted nose and ear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pictures i have but will post later. I leave with this particular one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/791805/P2030074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/40164/P2030074.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the Medusa head (that was placed upside down and no one knows why)&lt;br /&gt;The Basilica Cistern&lt;br /&gt;532 A.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-117101533871264246?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/117101533871264246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=117101533871264246&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/117101533871264246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/117101533871264246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/isketambola.html' title='Isketambola...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-117030430102530704</id><published>2007-02-01T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:31:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short &amp; sweet...</title><content type='html'>... the time is finally here. Hehe. There's a saying kan..good things happen to those who wait...eh or is it good things happen to those who are patient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..whatever it is, i cant wait for tomorrow!! For the first time, will be following daddy-o on one of his trip! Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. It'll be a very short trip..but i hope it'll be worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, little girl wont be following this time around. Thats quite a worry coz she has gotten quite clingy to me whenever i am around. I think that's why la kut. WHEN i am around tu is not so often nowadays. I mean weekends i'll be busy doing this and that. What's with bro's wedding coming etc. Weekdays after work of coz i'll be home. That is when she wont leave me alone. And dont want to be with anyone else. If i do go out at nite, she make sure i carry her all the time. Not wanting to be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope she'll be ok this weekend. Am relying on the aunties to amuse her and keep her busy this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, any advice for me before i leave and immerse myself with all the turkish delights??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-117030430102530704?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/117030430102530704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=117030430102530704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/117030430102530704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/117030430102530704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/short-sweet.html' title='Short &amp; sweet...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116969249561481550</id><published>2007-01-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:41:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida loca</title><content type='html'>These past weeks have been crazy as hell! Headaches, stress, busybees, excitement all bundled into one. I am a mess. I hardly spent time with my girl and daddy-o too..I do hope that that will change as quickly as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have time however to bloghopped a few times in my not so free time to free the mind a bit and all I see are all about motownphillyness. So the jelesss..Go have fun you guys.. scream your lungs out and do the Mexican wave with Motown feel for me kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am now officially having migraine..tho i have yet to go to the doctor to verify this but seriously all the symptoms shows that..this i know when i consulted with a fellow collegue who knows what she has IS a migraine..Now, the question is, if it is true, how to avoid it? Can it be cure? Can you not have it at all after this? It does relate to stress rite? To tell you the truth, i have not done my homework yet, i have not googled it..Maybe after this..if i have time that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..toodles for now..got to get back to reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116969249561481550?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116969249561481550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116969249561481550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116969249561481550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116969249561481550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-vida-loca.html' title='La vida loca'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116901199458234950</id><published>2007-01-17T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:33:48.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a FAIRY's tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/649263/IMG_7372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/790618/IMG_7372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;"And i thought no one saw me :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116901199458234950?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116901199458234950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116901199458234950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116901199458234950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116901199458234950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/fairys-tale.html' title='a FAIRY&apos;s tale'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116893028507367867</id><published>2007-01-16T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:51:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenna's birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/378262/P1014873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/449701/P1014873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/659177/P1014870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/405704/P1014870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/977972/P1014869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/463704/P1014869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/512726/P1014856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/87781/P1014856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tedaaa!! Its a teddy bear..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(or what she would say.."tedaa...tebbear")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116893028507367867?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116893028507367867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116893028507367867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116893028507367867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116893028507367867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/nennas-birthday.html' title='Nenna&apos;s birthday...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116885365021750378</id><published>2007-01-15T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:34:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/456639/P1014609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/19727/P1014609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/36101/P1014589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/867477/P1014589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/551390/P1014588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jakarta trip somewhere before Christmas 2006. She had fun. There's a story behind that bag. She carried it to wherever we go in Jakarta. Literally. Tokbah got it for her on the first day of our arrival, so yeap..it went everywhere we went. And she insisted on carrying or pulling it herself. What's inside the bag you might ask? Just her tigger and sometimes her bottle of water or a nappy. ;) I so miss teh.botol. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116885365021750378?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116885365021750378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116885365021750378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116885365021750378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116885365021750378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/photos-from-before.html' title='Photos from before...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116884085786407454</id><published>2007-01-15T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:00:57.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Its actually a veryyy slow Monday for me. And quiet too. Finished an audit exercise last week. Oh it was hell. I mean..i was at the office more than i was at home in total i guess.. I cannot remember seeing my little girl at home awake for most nites. Anyhow, it had to be done and i am glad it is over. I can barely do anything except looking at and preparing documents needed for the audit that time. So that was last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday. And like almost all Mondays (except for last week), things are very slow. Even the number  people in the office is down. And it is funnily, very quiet. It is further emphasized by the fact that i just had my lunch. The eyes is funnily, very heavy too.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got called for a meeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do to hold my eyes open at all times? Oh and i hope no one yawns..you know how contagious that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come back quickly. I hope. Probably i can put some pictures in later. Cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116884085786407454?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116884085786407454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116884085786407454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116884085786407454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116884085786407454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116741852517063163</id><published>2006-12-30T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:55:25.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arina is 2!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeap, that's right! My daughter is now a year older! And it was just 2 years ago that i was in the hospital, in wonderment over the pain-enduring (I don’t remember much about the intensity of it now, but I can imagine the pain!!)  fact that I just delivered a baby! A baby that is mine, my very own flesh n blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl being a girl, she loves pretending to sing birthday song to herself, look in the mirror and imitates mum putting on make-up or brushing hair, looking in the mirror ( a bit vain-potty aint it? Hehe) (I wonder who she follows haha…), carrying handbags, shoes..she loves shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited about her birthday that two days prior she was already practicing blowing the candles and cutting the cake. Pretending that the tin barney piggy bank that she has as the cake and the one cents coins being placed nicely on top of the tin as the candles!! She insisted I joined in her pretend by singing along with her and clapping hands when finished singing. And this she did and continued for a good 20~30 runs. Ok, I may be exaggerating the numbers but seriously it was many times..And she laughed and smiled happily while doing so. Her own little party show complete with the attendance of her favourite soft toy friends, Tigger and Leo as the other guests, coz they were placed nicely around the tin (cake) also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday dinner was great as it was the first time we tried a brasileno barbeque at this place called H.alia. A must try for those who likes lamb and sausages coz they were yummmy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arina of coz was enjoying the crowd more than the meal. She barely had a bite as she was more socializing if not playing with the food. Oh and of coz playing and running about with her cousin. She loves being in a crowd of family. She can go from being moody to a total jovial toddler and will in fact meet and greet each person. Family and familiar faces that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the cake arrives, she was in quite a drama mood already. Excited but at the same time overwhelmed with the attention too I guess.. Oh and also the pressure to blow the two candles.. I guess the play pretend coins were much easier hehe… It took a couple of repeated singing of the birthday song before she was done with the second candle. Hehe..What a task eh arina dear!! And then her other favourite part, cutting the cake and distributing them. I think she felt like it was a very big thing to do. She loves handing out plate of cakes to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, can’t still get over the fact that she has turned two. Two years old daughter of mine. Wow! Do I now have to start thinking about her school?? 2007 is coming and she will be 3 next year. Do people enroll their children in playgroup yet at three years of age? Technically, she’s two. But by year, say if she has just turned 6, then by calendar year the next few days she would be in Primary 1 already!! Double wow..i cannot imagine that yet. December babies?? What’s your say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 2007 everyone and i hope it will be good year this 2007. More exciting and more prosperous..hehe HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116741852517063163?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116741852517063163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116741852517063163&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116741852517063163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116741852517063163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/12/arina-is-2.html' title='Arina is 2!!!'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116650216919500428</id><published>2006-12-19T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T12:22:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car seat story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention that my little girl now wants to sit in her designated car seat. Well..i cant say that she wants to but she has to. We are all very delighted but it wasn’t easy. First time, it was just with her dad. She cried halfway. The cute thing is she wants to hold hand ALL the time. Like a couple in a car together. Holding hands. :) I think it makes her feel secure. Wait, I think the first time, she wants her dad to put his hand on her lap. Sounds funny but its so true. Hehe. She was soo used to being held I guess. So she needs the human touch at all times to feel secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, she’s doing much better now. There was a time when daddy-0 was driving a manual car with her next to him. Imagine having to hold her hand and changing gear at the same time. That happened to me over the weekend. Now, I am not that good with a manual car so it was kind of weird having to hold her hand and changing gear at the same time. But then, I told her to hold on tight to t-bear and she did. So all is well now..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116650216919500428?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116650216919500428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116650216919500428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116650216919500428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116650216919500428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/12/car-seat-story.html' title='Car seat story...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116427207670607547</id><published>2006-11-23T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:54:36.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head and shoulders, knees and toes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/1600/381283/PB060335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3354/1878/320/985158/PB060335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knees and toes, knees and toes&lt;br /&gt;Head and shoulder, knees and toes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes, ears, mouth and nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats her favourite page in that sesame street activity book.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116427207670607547?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116427207670607547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116427207670607547&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116427207670607547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116427207670607547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/head-and-shoulders-knees-and-toes.html' title='Head and shoulders, knees and toes...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116419356380521852</id><published>2006-11-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:06:03.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and thorns and bright sunny shine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pheww!! After a week of reports, reports and more reports and ended with roses, roses and more roses, I could finally take a deep breath and exhale slow and steady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My darling little one was left to amuse herself with her grandparents and she handled it pretty well. In fact, much much better than what I had anticipated. I think she is a big girl now and also the people around her know her wants and needs. She grew up there for the first year of her life anyway, so that took care of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Daddy-O is away for a long trip. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; think there is something funny going on either with his phone or the network. I am getting the same (short, if i may add!) sms more than 10 times just today itself. Dunno what is wrong..Was hoping to get other messages like miss u notes or honey, i'm off for lunch or something of that sort. I hope the network wont charge you for the wasted smses though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, i'm off to see the little one now. And btw, titi is back..welkam back titi..dont sleep all day, all month long yah or else, your pipi will definitely be more puffier than puff.. haha. See you soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116419356380521852?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116419356380521852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116419356380521852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116419356380521852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116419356380521852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/roses-and-thorns-and-bright-sunny.html' title='Roses and thorns and bright sunny shine...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116364495541291006</id><published>2006-11-16T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T10:42:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there little penguin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/arinapenguin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/arinapenguin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; This is her own little version of pingu. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Complimented with a borrowed matching crocs..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Daddy-o got the outfit when she was only a few months old :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the photos were taken during one of our buke puase and main bunge api session haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116364495541291006?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116364495541291006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116364495541291006&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116364495541291006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116364495541291006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-there-little-penguin.html' title='Hey there little penguin'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116350219436728593</id><published>2006-11-14T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:03:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya...</title><content type='html'>Still not to late to wish Happy Eid Mubarak to all right?? I havent actually had the chance to update my blog eversince Ramadhan etc i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant be long here either..Just a few photos of the darling one's second raya celebration...&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was a raya cake turned birthday cake that raya too..And so she goes,   hedibeday tuyuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/PA240120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/PA240120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/PA240118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/PA240118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/PA240168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/PA240168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116350219436728593?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116350219436728593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116350219436728593&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116350219436728593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116350219436728593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-116082200235149180</id><published>2006-10-14T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T18:33:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my darling little one does not want to be by herself at all. Be it the baby carseat, the real car seat itself nor standing or whatever way it is to sit in a car or any moving object for that matter i guess EXCEPT on someone's lap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now what do i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She refused to sit in the trolley at the supermarket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She refused to sit in a carseat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She refused to even sit in the moving car toy thingy when its moving. You know the one where you have to put some coins in when it will start moving with some kiddy tunes playing. Yes, that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She refused to sit in her stroller too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i cant go anywhere just the two of us. It must be with someone else in tow. Or rather someone's lap is needed whenever we get into the car. Even for a short teeny weeny drive. Not even a half a second probably..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my dilemma. I admit, mummy's own mistake. Didnt make it a point to use the infant carrier all the time when she was small and at the stage where she wouldnt know how to protest. We did use it but during the short drive here and there, the then-convenience of just holding her for a little while costs me this big problem i am facing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sure do hope that this is just a phase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So everyone out there, safety first. Buckle up. Espeacially for the tiny little precious ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wont stop trying but i sure do hope she'll pass this fear or whatever it is real quick. Without the stroller, my back is really taking its toll. Without the carseat, there wont be just-me-and-my-little-angel day out. Or daddy-o-and-little-angel day out. It will always be the-three-of-us or four until the day that car seat is ok for you, my little one... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-116082200235149180?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116082200235149180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=116082200235149180&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116082200235149180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/116082200235149180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-car.html' title='In the car...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-115951008662662186</id><published>2006-09-29T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:08:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby, my toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My baby girl is now 1 year, 9 months and a day old today...A little toddler in her own rights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She can climb up and down a chair all by herself..she loves music and dancing..She will even ask you to join her and make noise if you don't ...She makes it a point to put her dirty clothes into the laundry basin (credits must be given to bibik for this..hehe) and also she loves rice and eats veggies (thank God for that.) for now at least..She doesnt like sweet stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and her favourite snack is KOPOK!! hehe thats keropok for us..i dunno why..seriously she just loves keropok.. Whenever she goes to her grandparents house, she would look for that..and her dear grandparents never fail to have it in stock for her..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she says "ABC", sometimes it means that she wants to write or color..She can hold a pencil like an adult..If given a block of papers, she wouldn't write on those that had already been scribbled (daddy-o told me this, i have yet to notice it myself).. She can sing her ABC but some letters are still not so audible.. but she will finish the song nonetheless...or maybe do a remix of her twinkle-twinkle and abc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She loves to throw all the cushions in the living room on the floor and lay on them..next she would take out the sofacushion and put it on the floor..and bounce on it..at the same time, if she's in the mood for a partner, pull another sofacushion and asked me to join her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The demands *sigh*...only parents with children would know...either way you feel bad..If you give in and listen to them, they might be pampered the next time around and ask for more, if you don't, you feel like you are breaking the fun for them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, moral of the story: Have a fun house at home for some edutainment activities! Yeap..edutainment is the keyword here.. hahahaha...if only!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-115951008662662186?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115951008662662186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=115951008662662186&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115951008662662186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115951008662662186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-baby-my-toddler.html' title='My baby, my toddler'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-115933543426536358</id><published>2006-09-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:37:14.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes oh yes its spring time, its spring time</title><content type='html'>Haha..am watching too much of the d.isney channel I guess but am still in the familiarizing stage though..there’s too many cartoon, new characters and stuffs. Amazingly, my nephew actually memorize what show would come next and happily anticipate the next show once the current one rolls its credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own little girl now also knows how to demand to watch her favourite channel. She calls out Jojo and brings the remote to you. Obviously everyone around her, whether willingly or unwillingly, obliged. *sigh* and this is only the first stage I guess..I am pretty sure most experienced parents out there have gone through much worse and please don’t tell me to get a second decoder just for her to watch cartoons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title should be oh yes oh yes its ramadhan eh..I have that post in the draft for quite sometime now and yet to post it.. Been so busy, whats with the fasting month and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ramadhan to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weg, still waiting for your posts..I am sure others are rooting for you to make a comeback anxiously, kan? kan? ;) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-115933543426536358?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115933543426536358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=115933543426536358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115933543426536358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115933543426536358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-yes-oh-yes-its-spring-time-its.html' title='Oh yes oh yes its spring time, its spring time'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-115770334700966761</id><published>2006-09-08T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:34:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag and colors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/P8210066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/P8210066.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is her favourite handbag. She brings this during her playtime in the evening with her neighbourhood friends. Item in the bag: her water bottle ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/1600/P8210065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3354/1878/320/P8210065.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She was really enjoying herself doing coloring with the other kids during our  family bowling tourney a few weeks back, she even did some coloring on her socks and even managed to put a little bit more color to her t-shirt!! Thank God the crayon can be washed away (i think hehe). Anyway, this is her first coloring event with crayons. Other than that, i have tried giving her color pencils to scribble on plain papers at home. She'll be at it only for a while. She even had fun making sure all the color pencils were out from the box!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-115770334700966761?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115770334700966761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=115770334700966761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115770334700966761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115770334700966761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/bag-and-colors.html' title='Bag and colors...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19051281.post-115752512459018715</id><published>2006-09-06T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:42:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatterbox angel...</title><content type='html'>My dear little girl has become quite chatty. She would sometimes just talk; in her own language that is and with seriousness too. If only mummy understands. She would point to things to emphasize on what she was trying to say and sometimes with gestures that i find it hard to understand. So i would just sit and listen and show that i somehow understand. Maybe she just need the attention.. hehe maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, she also loves to sing and hum to herself. This i notice especially at nite. During the day's activities i am always at work, so her nighttime antics is more significant to me..hehe..But of coz Bibik would always have stories to tell on what she did during the day.. always the funny, amusing ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..eventhough both the parents are quietly dozing off to sleep, she would still be humming and singing her favorites ( twinkle-twinkle, abc song and barney's theme) and she will do her own remixes and add her own rhymes to it. I find myself smiling or grinning to sleep sometimes with her little hums..You will know WHEN she will finally dozed off because that is when the room is all quiet...!! hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of enrolling her to a music school...for her to have fun with music and for socializing too.. Have found a school or rather know abt a school bcoz i have yet to find the exact location!! Thats one of the reason i have not enrol her in the tumblethingy or gymthingy... Ok..maybe by end of this month or sth, i will have some progress.. hihi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19051281-115752512459018715?l=norelymanaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115752512459018715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19051281&amp;postID=115752512459018715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115752512459018715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19051281/posts/default/115752512459018715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norelymanaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/chatterbox-angel.html' title='Chatterbox angel...'/><author><name>elly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16083730328329602755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4HSRUq6moN4/SqAEc8wLWwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tw_9MAo7rMk/S220/DSC04861.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
