tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83597472024-03-08T08:21:11.902+08:00The Original JuiceJussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.comBlogger972125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-71819884024573133642012-03-11T14:15:00.000+08:002012-03-11T14:15:57.113+08:00Follow me on FacebookDear Readers,<br />
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Sorry I haven't managed to write more of late. However, recently, I've started being active (more like addicted!) in Facebook. Add me, Julissa (probably the only tudung clad Julissa in Singapore) if you haven't already!<br />
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Love,<br />
MeJussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-66559518381885509612012-02-01T14:41:00.000+08:002012-02-01T14:41:07.147+08:00BlackBerry Torch 9810<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4plfhP6pCpvIGlhL4s32vxnYJs2r2VtHzG640oCj3HC5bsvihETJUOgHOyEY8hPcYIaBKH55Qj04Ar16W7lxT9wLyf2ix6UnJPtF7YJbUTuy47xefT6Rz57b-_FVLSBfh4yf8g/s1600/blackberry-torch_9810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4plfhP6pCpvIGlhL4s32vxnYJs2r2VtHzG640oCj3HC5bsvihETJUOgHOyEY8hPcYIaBKH55Qj04Ar16W7lxT9wLyf2ix6UnJPtF7YJbUTuy47xefT6Rz57b-_FVLSBfh4yf8g/s320/blackberry-torch_9810.jpg" width="311" /></a></div>My contract ended exactly on my birthday last year, 22nd Dec 2011. But the stock for the phone I wanted, Sony Ericsson's Xperia Mini Pro, are long gone. So I was at a lost at what phone to buy. Two of my important criteria were:<br />
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1. Physical QWERTY keyboard<br />
2. Front Facing Camera<br />
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But there were not many in the market with BOTH of the criterion. Its either 1 or 2 or OUT OF STOCK. GRRRRRR <br />
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On an impulse, I went to buy this Blackberry Torch 9810 when I passed by Starhub shop one lunch time. I tried it for a couple of weeks but decided couldn't get used to it. I'm going to sell it away or in exchange for an iPhone 4 or 4S.<br />
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Anyways, let me list down what I like about the BB:<br />
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<ol><li>The <strong><u>keyboard is indeed very good</u></strong>. I LOVE IT.</li>
<li>Even though the sliding mechanism seems fragile, I actually had a <strong><u>good grip</u></strong> of the phone, ergonomically speaking!</li>
<li>The <strong><u>SOUND and alerts were very good</u></strong>. I hated iPhone's sound profile just up and down the volume. BB has sound profile for "Shhhh" "Vibrate only" to "LOUD" or whatever. and the LOUD was VERY loud, ideal for when you are outdoors and the silent is very discreet for when we are in the office. iPhone? in office, the softest is still too loud, the loudest not loud enough. GRRR</li>
<li>I LOVE the option of <strong><u>HIDING ICONS</u></strong> and arranging in folders. You must know that I try to be very organised when I have the time. I don't like a cluttered Desktop. Same goes to phone. </li>
<li>The Youtube application is different from iPhone. There are also pros and cons to this difference. The Pro being that it is exactly like how you see in on the computer - ie you can search by USERname which u can't on iPhone.</li>
</ol>I did not get around to syncing my phone but i heard it is very hassle free. <br />
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Basically the reason why I can't get used to BB is the Applications. People have warned me about it being a business phone and therefore not many games. I didn't really mind that part, so long as the standard FB, Twitter, whatsapp and youtube are available I'm good to go. <br />
<ol><li>What I didn't expect was that the applications also LOOK business-like. There was not much room for customization.</li>
<li>I had problems with the social feeds... it was not loading? even after restarting bla bla bla... I even downloaded a 2nd twitter app but to no avail.</li>
<li>I didn't like the email application doesn't allow me to view emails already stored in folders. Don't even get me started on the MESSAGES folder. It's like a notification window but it's like a duplicate all over the place! Eg: I already checked and deleted my email, but its not reflected in this Messages folder and I had to delete it again. Not efficient, is what I think. Ironic.</li>
<li>I had a problem with the favourites and History of the Youtube application. Because it runs like a true browser, there's no thumbnail or even a description of your favourites and History... instead just the first few characters of the URL. How the hell do i differentiate them??</li>
<li>And helloooo... is there really just ONE ALARM timing for the whole phone??? </li>
</ol>Maybe I'm wrong because I did not get to explore the phone much. But from the other reviews I read, seem like you need to get a lot of Applications to customize... say the notification light and whatever else..<br />
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Right now, my 2 year old iphone 3GS is dying... the battery can only last 3-4 hours with much use... if nobody wants to buy my BB i guess i'll just hafta make do with it.... =(Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-1322098683390479832012-01-27T09:33:00.000+08:002012-01-27T09:33:50.139+08:00How I Met My "Angel"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhDLODK3uNRyUDXUBr9lf8sxr2-1DpK8W_brlw2bAnXcGHwzjjzG4pejwexwTwPHJeXSCLnSN0YR9aOoWs2q-tydP8WqsabIorZPYIbzRcc8Tc9bf7rGuuEo5SpRRFRP6mmAUwA/s1600/IMG_5481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhDLODK3uNRyUDXUBr9lf8sxr2-1DpK8W_brlw2bAnXcGHwzjjzG4pejwexwTwPHJeXSCLnSN0YR9aOoWs2q-tydP8WqsabIorZPYIbzRcc8Tc9bf7rGuuEo5SpRRFRP6mmAUwA/s320/IMG_5481.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Some of you may have seen this photo on my FB - but this will be the full story of how I discovered this gem. <br />
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I still remember that fateful day 3rd of October 2011, my first sister, Ashley, begged and begged me to go with her to Wellness Express Studio (just across the street) for moral support on her first liquid lunch. I was totally dragging my feet to go there because I wanted to eat REAL FOOD. But because I'm a *cough* good *cough* sister, I followed along. <br />
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I just listened to what her coach shared with me about the benefit of good nutrition.. How the aloe concentrate mixed with water helps to clean your internal system, and how 500ml of their thermogenic tea is equivalent to running twice around the tracks. I did not doubt the product. What I doubted was the taste and whether it could truly keep me full. I did the free health evaluation but walked away free. <br />
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As time goes, Ashley updated me how she's been going there every lunch time that she was available and how she had lost 1kg after a few drinks. And the bell started ringing for me and i thought, "Why not just give it a shot? You've run out of other options. Slimming centre is too expensive. Don't have time for gym. Cant take slimming pills cos not BFing safe." <br />
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With that, I bought a 10-day membership pass to drink the shake-tails (chocolate/vanilla/tropical base shake + assortment of fruits) for lunch. After my 5th session, I discovered I actually lost 1kg! I actually was still not entirely convinced. I mean weighing yourself in the morning, you will often find you are 1kg lighter before breakfast. so 1kg was like... nothing.<br />
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And then they started bugging me to enter the Weight Loss Challenge to potentially win $1,000 / $500 / $100 / $50 / $50. You have nothing to lose, just fats! The reason why I was so reluctant was because I'm afraid I'd be lazy to make my shakes in the morning. I like drinking it for lunch when OTHER people made it for me. But what one of the operators told me kinda sink in, "You just need to work hard the first 3 - 6 months. After you've reached your ideal weight, you just need to maintain..." I took another couple of session to finally sign up for the WLC.<br />
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To make a long story short, <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">I lost 5kg and 3% body fat</span></strong> by the end of the 1-mth challenge. I did not win but I still walked away happier than ever having lost so much and stayed motivated throughout the process, thanks to my sisters and my coach.<br />
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That was end of November. December was my "off" month due to my 2 weeks holiday to Turkey and Spain (To be blogged!!!). Surprisingly I maintained my weight with just one shake a day but A LOT of eating! I've lost a further 2kg as of today. and have another 6kg to go till 55kg. <br />
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I'm VERY DETERMINED to be healthy! *wink*Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-67886084167434767602012-01-23T14:05:00.001+08:002012-01-23T14:08:28.390+08:00We Shifted Office!28th Nov 2011<br />
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After almost a year of nervous "anticipation", we finally shifted office across the street. We are the anchor tenant and have the naming rights to this building.<br />
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There are pros and cons to this new place, but one thing's for sure, I am sorely missing the old office. Here's a few reasons why:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old Desk<br />
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This may look a bit impersonal because I had already packed all my stuffs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New desk</td></tr>
</tbody></table> A colleague aptly described the move from an Executive Apartment to a 3 room flat!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bosses and us siting all in one row -_-</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cabinet cum walkway</td></tr>
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</div>In short, its very very terribly OPEN!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old single cubicle toilet</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the old cubicles with a ledge that I used to rest my head on to catch a wink or two</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New sinks<br />
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They may look classy but another colleague said its too small that it creates lotsa splashes on the floor when we brush our teeth or take ablution</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, at least there's one cubicle fitted with a washing facility</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old pantry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Futher inside</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MASSIVE new pantry complete with microwave, real fridge and HUGE TV!<br />
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Ok so far, the only thing i'm loving is this pantry. <br />
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This new site is certainly "near" to the mrt bcos it is linked underground the train station, and there are many (almost 20?) restaurants and food shops at level 1 and B1 of our building... unfortunately, only 2 are halal and other shops selling fruits and yogurt or coffee that we can patronise. And because they are restaurants, they cost at least $10 for lunch -_- I miss my Dudu Cafe... I can get $1 meals if I want to!<br />
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We don't have good bus stop here too whereas we had 2 stops to choose from before and both equally near and convenient. <br />
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Ok ok... one another thing to be thankful for is... We have a "proper" place to pray now. I used to pray in my meeting room, that's ok it's comfortable but sometimes it is in use and I had to use the bigger meeting room with see-thru glass panels or use the stairs. Here, the cleaners offer us the use of the tea room with a huge sink to do our wudhu' and we can even lock it! Now, I can pray at ease instead of constantly hoping (even in the midst of prayer) that no one will enter the meeting room. HAHA.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-70033822329013904792012-01-19T13:18:00.000+08:002012-01-19T13:18:44.121+08:00Tufeil's Weaning Complete!It was on my birthday on 22nd Dec last year when I finally finally decided enough was enough. I am not letting Tufeil any of milk anymore! Don't mention about the pain and discomfort and lack of sleep from his 2 hourly snack through the night, but its more for both our mental well being, I imagine. LOL<br />
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Anyway, we just came back from our Turkish/Spanish holiday and were terribly jetlagged. I took one day urgent leave that was followed by the Xmas long weekend to recover from it. And so I thought, let's kill two birds with one day and take this opportunity to wean Tufeil off.<br />
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Firstly, was to get a change of scene. Me and Tufeil slept with my mum in her room while my dad had to sleep in mine. For the first 3 nights he didn't sleep till 3am. Dad helped to entertain him and mum helped to shush him when he woke up. He tossed and turned tossed and turned but finally he was too tired and fell asleep. If he woke up and cried for milk i just kept telling him "Mummy's milk is sick" and he would understand. <br />
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On the 4th night, we graduated back to our own room. He went to sleep watching videos from the computer. Luckily I have a wireless mouse so i could still lay down with him while at the same time click Replay on whatever is his favourite Youtube video of the moment. Initially I thought that its better to just play a longer video / movie for him so that he can fall asleep easily because there's not much excitement of changing to the next video or whatever. But turned out the opposite is true. A short video of say... 3 min is most ideal because it remains exciting even if you replay 5 times and usually by the 5th time, Tufeil would have fallen asleep. <br />
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I was a bit worried that school was about to reopen and his sleeping pattern was still not corrected. But the day before we went out and he got so tired he slept early. and by early i meant 12mn. And then slowly after the first week, his bedtime crept earlier and earlier till now he sleeps at 9.30pm back to usual timing before being weaned off. However, at this point of writing, he's been waking up at around midnight, cried like crazy just as I was about to go to sleep too that I couldn't pacify him. He let himself out, cried at the hallway waiting for my mum to open her room door and slept with her. Although I was relieved to not have to listen to him cry... i found myself not able to sleep without him on the bed with me =( It's been two nights like this. I hope it gets better.<br />
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Yes, I totally feel disconnected ever since I stopped breastfeeding him. In good times, i would bear hug him, tickle him senseless and everything but once he started crying, i just switched off. I don't know why he just won't be pacified by me and want his grandparents instead. But then again, kids are clever, they know how to play you. For eg: Tufeil, at bathtime, if it's my mum who brought him to the toilet, who would cry asking for me. And if it was me, he would ask for my mum. Aiyoooo!!<br />
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Anyways, immediately following the successful weaning, I had to work late a couple of nights and didn't really get to spend time with him. And our bond, to me, grew distant. When he was having fever, I thought, "Nahh it's ok... my mum can help to take care of him" I did not feel the urgency or need to be with my sick son. Is there something wrong with me? To be clear, i did take childcare leave on the 3rd day and he got well soon after. <br />
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So for the record, Tufeil was 2yrs 9 months old when he finally weaned off the Bmilk.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-34363807545273178362012-01-19T00:38:00.000+08:002012-01-19T00:38:52.115+08:00Helpful HelperAlhamdulillah ALL thanks and praises to Allah who has answered our prayers to get a good helper.<br />
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We were close to exasperation. With 6 adults and 3 kidsamong us, we couldn't manage to keep the house settled for more than a few hours. The laundry is always piled high. Hair balled up on the floor. Toys EVERYWHERE! It was terrible. <br />
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It was finally agreed that we need to get a helper and we got a recommendation to get from Lemann Employment Agency.<br />
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In the beginning, we got one while my parents and I were away on holiday. She only worked 5 days. My sister was a bit sad because she was very good at cleaning. But because she was not flexible with our extra requirements like ferrying between two houses since my sister's children will be at my mum's and donning the hijab and no off days, we felt it was for the best that she left.<br />
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We were quite apprehensive about getting the next one. Because we are only left with onechance to change, we truly hoped we got the right person. Again, all praises and thanks to Allah, Wati joined our family just before the year 2011 ended.<br />
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She is about 7 yrs older than me, lost her husband to cancer while she was at work overseas earning money for his treatment, has one grown up married daughter. She sold everything she had had in Indonesia and now she's working for her retirement age. She's soft spoken, very caring and has a can-do attitude. whilst we think her housekeeping are not top of the range, we are very happy that she voluntarily and happily helps us with the chores as well as some springcleaning.<br />
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With this, I feel less guilty to work overtime or over the weekends because I know my mum has a lighter burden now with Wati to help here and there. In fact, I'm actually going on my first holiday totally ALONE. No baby. No family. In February to KL for 5 whole days! It's a shame that it couldn't be anywhere farther and more exotic but I'm attending a seminar and I don't imagine I could go at all if it weren't for that seminar excuse. <br />
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So there.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-7267690027795354732011-12-10T10:25:00.002+08:002011-12-10T10:25:00.077+08:00JBSaturday 19th Nov 2011,<br />
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We crossed the border to Johor Bahru to buy clothes for Tufeil among other things. We wanted to check out the winter jacket but apparently its not the wool kind that I wanted and saw on gmarket selling for $25. <br />
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I got the task of babysitting the kids while the rest went to pray...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Entertained them with massage chairs</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tufeil was afraid of it though but kept asking for it again and again. I really don't understand this habit of his!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let them jump around</td></tr>
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Then it was my dad's turn to babysit T while me and my mum hunt for clothes. When I got back to them, I came to this scene!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atok & Tufeil</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got Rainbow ice cream cone</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And i don't care if i have ice cream moustache</td></tr>
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He hadn't asked for ice cream in a longgggg time cos i kept telling him if he eats it he wil get the cough. He must have forgotten about it. Now when i say no to him, he knows who to ask from. hahahah KIDS!Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-33198928892202834012011-12-09T09:15:00.002+08:002011-12-09T09:15:00.232+08:00ReservoirMonday, 7th Nov 2011<br />
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Since the Eidul adha holiday fell on a Sunday, it got brought forward to Monday. And my parents brought us to er.... SeleterReservoir, i believe its called. HAHAHA<br />
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It was a hot day and both T and I were wearing double layered clothes. -_- I don;t know why I did that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mum was sitting somewhere out there</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were heading to this pavilion</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And saw flowers growing in this stone barricade</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Syifaa' & Tufeil</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ON the bridge to the pavilion</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">there were some fish</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So diff to get T to smile at the camera</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alahhhai so loving! WHEN THEY ARE NOT FIGHTING every other second!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-57557147985589238572011-12-08T09:15:00.000+08:002011-12-08T09:15:44.857+08:00KorbaanSunday, 6th Nov 2011 <br />
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Tufeil and I missed out the prayers by minutes. So, instead, my parents brought us to see the sheeps and lambs at Darul Makmur Mosque and Sembawang Malay Settlement Mosque. The latter is sooo deep in the jungle and the Kampung house-turned-mosque is sooo authentic you felt transported into a period Malay drama. Unfortunately, I was too engrossed at feeding the sheeps leaves in between holding Tufeil's hands and my own skirt that I didn't manage to snap any pictures...<br />
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But here's how our day went ...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Darul Makmur<br />
The sheeps barricaded at the side of the building. Some were drinking the water from the aircon, some were biting the wires!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Huddled together as though they needed hugs before the slaughter</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The slaughter-house</td></tr>
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We proceeded to Nenek Jah and Atok Tajul's house (My sister's parents in law) for breakfast with yet another mini birthday celebration for Sophia<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil followed the birthday song</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil and the birthday girl</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Atok, Tufeil nak ice cream"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*Ahhhhhm*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*YUUUUMMMM*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colouring session</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil got Spongebob!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Afterwards, we went to my paternal aunt's place where there were two bigger girls, Tufeil's 2nd cousins. The kids enjoyed themselves playing at the balcony. I tell you, children are very oblivious to heat and cold when they are hard at play!Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-42830578566107165772011-12-08T08:38:00.000+08:002011-12-08T08:38:52.052+08:00Nearly Got FooledThis is super scary. It looked quite authentic with the logo and everything. But I didn't believe I needed to update my mailbox size or account update like they ask below. Esply when they asked for my PASSWORD via return email! <br />
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Sent: Thursday, 8 December 2011, 8:07Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-56844405094595874752011-12-07T09:06:00.000+08:002011-12-07T09:06:14.921+08:00Other Things We did in October<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mastered two McQueen jigsaw puzzles</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having breakfast of...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honey stars and Choc milk</td></tr>
</tbody></table> We went to my colleague's wedding (Malay Guy) at Jamiyah Islamic Cte. We met up at Aljunied mrt and got into two cars.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil readily accept being carried by my colleague when i refused to. HAHA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had fun throwing this honey star action figure at my other colleague</td></tr>
</tbody></table> It was great. But it would be even greater if there were no language barrier. He can speak English but it's always mixed with some Malay so it's diff for non Malay speakers to understand... Took the train home<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy 5th Birthday, Syifaa' Zakirah!</td></tr>
</tbody></table> We had a mini bash with my sister's in laws and one other cousin whose birthday is just the next day. The most fun part was when the kids played musical chairs. Even T played. The first time around, when the music stopped and everybody rushed to grab a seat and the adults were cheering loudly, Tufeil was baffled and asked my dad, "Atok, kenapa?" "Grandpa, why?"<br />
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OH and btw, my sister baked that birthday cake herself.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Played this at the bazaar</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's that?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We killed a baby lizard<br />
And by we, i meant, my dad.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Other observations in this month (2yrs 7 months old)<br />
<ol><li>He started to sleep longer almost 8 hours before he asked for my milk</li>
<li>of course there were still nights when he woke up in 2 hours, saw me at the computer and pleaded, "Mummyyy... tidooooo" (....Sleep)</li>
<li>One method of diversion before sleep: "Kejap neh... Tufeil nak tanya atok..." "HOld on, I wanna ask Grandpa"</li>
<li>But when he was ready for sleep, he would arrange a mini pillow on top of a normal pillow fo rmy head just the way I like it. =)</li>
<li>I've shown him how to twist open the door knob to open the door. He managed to do it a couple of times but just gave up to do it again afterwards. There's a plus and minus to this. Minus: I would hafta wake up in order to let him out of the bedroom. Plus: He can't let himself out when i'm doing a time-out in a room.</li>
<li>When he accompanied me to the hairdresser, Tufeil said, "Wahhh pandai sey mummy potong rambut." "Mummy's so clever get a hair cut"</li>
<li>He's also begun saying things like "Tak fair sey" (Not fair)</li>
</ol>Till then..Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-9059018430872962512011-12-07T08:38:00.000+08:002011-12-07T08:38:40.836+08:00Tufeil & 'Affaan @ the Airport26th Oct 2011<br />
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What can I say? Our airport is great! It's huge for the kids to run around. It's got a free playground, indoor playground, a giant slide, ample parking space, you get to watch planes land and take off... <br />
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In any case, Tufeil and I came here again to meet with the 11 besties. Only 3 others could make it though. LOL.<br />
I'm kinda in a hurry to finish writing before I go off on holidays... So just enjoy the pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok the playground itself is kinda small</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The floor is just calling them to lie down</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe they wanna make snow angel... only its made of dust instead</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What did I say about the space?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GIANT SLIDE!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quiet spot to rest / pray complete with our picnic mats! LOL</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't worry we were not the only crazies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A stop at McD is almost a MUST</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We've got to meet again, girls.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-50161351662369865942011-12-01T15:05:00.000+08:002011-12-01T15:05:58.794+08:00Best Working SundaySunday 9th Oct 2011<br />
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I cldnt stop gushing to anyone who wld listen what a great Sunday I had even tho I had to work. Everything fell into place so beautifully, Alhamdulillah.<br />
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Ok story goes tt late fri evening, I just realised tt the reports for our visiting big bosses were not sent to our colleague for printing. Altho my own boss said nevermind, we cld rush it out Monday morning, I was not confident we cld finish on time. So I decided to play it safe and do it over the weekend. <br />
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Not wanting to trouble my parents after they watched Tufeil for extended hours for 3 nights consecutively earlier in the week, I decided to bring Tufeil along. I was a bit nervous but prayed for the best.<br />
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Syifaa' who stayed w us for the weekend heard we were going out and wanted to follow too. I had to decline as i wasnt sure I cld handle two kids on my own. But then I remembered how the two of them could now play together very independently and happily barring any arguments. So I ventured to bring Syifaa' along..<br />
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So me and two kids, one in stroller, another one's hand holding mine pushing the stroller, took the train. It was Tufeil's naptime. He feel asleep on my shoulder and i talked to Syifaa' for a bit before both of us got sleepy too. She didnt quite sleep tho.<br />
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Luckily I remembered to drop by at Cheers at the train station to buy some form of lunch for the kids before walking to the office...<br />
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Sat them down on two vacant desks with paper and highlighters...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Syifaa' drew the blueberry she was drinking and wrote "I Love Bluberry"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil just brushed thru with her left hand too cos he was eating.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't put them too near though.<br />
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They laid around on the floor, explored the meeting rooms and looked out the window to watch some ships passing by... They really really really left me alone to do my work. They were totally oblivious of the heat because the air-con was not turned on. <br />
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Then there was this time when I went around one corner looking for them because they were suspiciously quiet. Found them crouching low on the floor behind a wall waiting to scare me but i scared them first. IT WAS SOOO FREAKING FUN!!!! That they could just run around and play without me having to worry about cars driving past or breaking glasses or hitting sharp corners.<br />
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We were there for almost 4 hours and not a word of complaint from the kids. There were two trips to the toilet when one or the other pooped. And then the parents came to pick us up and the rest is history...Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-85453610446602512692011-12-01T14:27:00.000+08:002011-12-01T14:27:32.945+08:00Just Chillin' @ the Airport...OK this is gonna be an ancient post - 2 months old tmrw. But I've already drafted it from way back so it'd be a waste not to post. This is also the post that got me this writer's block and since I have a bit of free time right now, i thought I'd better be finished with writing this already.<br />
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Sunday 2nd Oct 2011 (2yrs 6months)<br />
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Parents said there was aviation exhibition at the airport so thought we'd check it out...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love the space they can run around</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His outfit for the day w new bottle - a first with strap.<br />
After that day, he refused to sling it over his should so i stopped using this bottle</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mummy, Triangle, Mummy"<br />
It's a pyramid, darling</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since T kept close to his Atok, and Syifaa' with the nenek, I was quite free to snap photos</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben 10 going to the shooting range?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nahhh just watching some video clips and there were not even voice-overs, just music as background.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the same time lunch snacking on a hot dog or two</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mum is always fascinated with flowers.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In front of the "exhibition" but it was really just a small few walls of information</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have this exact same post from 2 years ago! when he's just started crawling</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now can even navigate the steering wheels</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now he demands to go to the arcade altho he's scared of some of them like the totally harmless Mario kart</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were gonna do our prayers. In the meantime, let's sit on Atok's back</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And lie down...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With legs up</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OK kids, time to go home</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We are crazy.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-65917908991130426252011-10-11T18:03:00.001+08:002011-10-11T18:03:19.093+08:00GnocchiSaturday 8th oct 11. <br /><br />Rinaz wrote about making gnocchi (some sort of pasta). It looked easy and the ingredients r very basic.<br /><br />http://rinaz.net/2011/08/gnocchi/<br /><br />Since i had no plans tt day, i decided to make it w Tufeil..<br /><br />Boiled the potatoes w their skin on while Tufeil took a bath.. In the meantime i was making Jackie chicken too. Took the potatoes out, dressed Tufeil and then we peeled the not-so-hot-anymore potatoes. I gave him one to mash. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/405.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_405.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And he sampled the semi raw potatoes. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/412.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_412.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I added the egg, salt, pepper and flour n started to knead w my bare hands when Tufeil followed suit!<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/413.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_413.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Except he put them into his mouth! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/414.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_414.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Chunks and chunks of them!!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/415.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_415.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I was very slow at making them into balls. .<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/416.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_416.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Actually i wanted to shape them like worms so a bit exciting to eat.. Thankfully i gave up after 1/4 of the dough and just started boiling them bcos only then i realised the dough sticked back together and i had to reshape them all over again!! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/417.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_417.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />In the meantime, the boy entertained himself....<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/11/418.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/11/s_418.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Playing drum.. I just had to snap this for him to rmbr how he was able to squeeze into such a tiny corner!<br /><br />You are supposed to eat the gnocchi w italian gravy like pesto or tomato base... When they were ready, I had a taste. Hmmm I dont see how Tufeil cld like this. So, sad to say, I binned them.<br /><br />At least i ticked off one item off my List of Things to Cook... <br />Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-14101075026956011692011-10-10T19:29:00.000+08:002011-10-10T19:29:26.614+08:00No-Bake Rice Krispies TreatI was trawling the net for some simple Eid cookies when i stumbled upon this site:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Fellow Al-Maarifians! Remember Cik Lah used to sell these back in... 1999?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It's almost impossible to find this now in Singapore and I was all for making it!!! But because we already had too much cookies, i had to postpone it. And Tufeil's Children's Day celebration just beckoned me to serve this.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We went to Sheng Siong one weekday night because my sis also wanted to get Children's day goodies for her students as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I like this trolley! Can pull him in it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After awhile he got tired and wanted to help push it instead.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Back at home, melt 3 tbs butter (150gm) in a big pot... and then 300 gm marshmallows...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The forgot tt the recipe actly called for WHITE marshmallows! So the effect became kinda brown...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After all melted, pour in 6 cups (250gm x 6) of Rice Krispies and fold until all is mixed well.<br />
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I hafta warn you tho tt it's kinda difficult with this stickiness. Buttered utencils are recommended. Oh luckily, I grabbed a second box of the cereal otherwise it won't be enough!<br />
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You're supposed to line the baking pan in which you're gonna pour this into with butter / oil or wax paper. <br />
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</tbody></table>Then wait for it to set (no longer sticky) before you cut them into squares. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other suggestion by the author was to put in mini cups. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I wasn't sure if she did it AFTER the treat is set or before... so I tried both ways. But you need two pairs of hands for this because it hardened quick quickly. My mum actually suggested that i should just leave it on the stove top on slow fire to prevent it from setting. Hmmm im scared of heat but shall try that next time. Hope to do it again this sunday for Syifaa's birthday party =D</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Turned out there are several creative ways to sweeten up your <a href="http://www.ricekrispies.com/">Krispies Treats</a>!</div>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-16118533335473049822011-10-10T13:52:00.000+08:002011-10-10T13:52:39.827+08:00Going out w 4 Work FriendsSunday 25th June 2011<br />
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Ok this is grossly outdated but important nonetheless to write about our first Hari Raya outing with 3 other friends from work. Actually this is the first time I go visiting with colleagues in all my 10year career (excluding a couple of open houses from donkey years ago).<br />
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What made it so sweet was all of our children are about the same age...<br />
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First house was mine @ 10.30am. Yani picked June up cause they live nearby. When they moved off, I was just about to hit the shower after settling my baby and my Beef Meatloaf and mashed potatoes. he he he... As a result, I was so busy, I didn't get to snap any pictures from my place.<br />
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Afterwards, we headed to Midah's place which is very near mine. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From left: Midah's girl Sophia, Tufeil, Yani's Hasha and Hanisah<br />
(Sorry if I got the spelling wrong!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Midah cooked for us Nasi Minyak and Chicken Curry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not pictured: Yani! and the only other boy is June's Daaris</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why do boys like to play their cars lying down like that?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An attempt to get all the kids together</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And then, all 4 of us adults and 5 kids got in one car and proceeded to June's place 25min away....<br />
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I was totally blown away when I discovered that June had the same bed set I had when I was single! Its one with 2 steps up to get to the desk... and your bed is hidden underneath! But while I had two single beds that you can pull out, hers got more storage in place of the second one.<br />
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Best of all is Daaris' room...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of us ... except Hasha who helped to take this photo.</td></tr>
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Look at how tenderly T looked at Hasha. LOL</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last house, Yani's. Tufeil was getting crankier cos he hadn't hap his nap and it was already... 3pm? He cried and cried wanting me to carry him to look at the fish tank altho it was well within his view! Somehow we managed to distract him with more toys... A short while later he was found to have sampled some plasticine -_- I think we managed to get most of it out tho...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-18519566804997288232011-10-06T13:22:00.001+08:002011-10-06T13:22:20.282+08:00Children's PromToday is Tufeil's first Children's Day celebration at sch. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/05/4816.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/05/s_4816.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />The theme is Prom Night<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/05/4821.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/05/s_4821.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I had wanted to buy a smart shirt n vest but it costs $59.90.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/05/4823.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/05/s_4823.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />I settled for this s$16.90 long sleeve shirt instead. Bought it from a mobile cart airport Terminal 3z<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/05/4824.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/05/s_4824.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />My food contribution is Rice Krispies Treats. Will b posting pictures of tt and super easy "recipe" shortly.<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-42698608933330803262011-09-30T13:40:00.000+08:002011-09-30T13:40:48.536+08:00Pick me! Pick me!I'm supposed to write about how me and my colleagues went out for Eid visiting for the first time! But I haven't saved the pictures they've tagged me on FB yet... So you hafta take this instead...<br />
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I'm not sure if this is being OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) or not but I have this sort of habit to finish my stash before opening a new packet or box of something. For example, my stock of treasury tags, the green strings...<br />
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Most of the time I will finish the ones that had been taken out from the box earlier, to the very last piece, before opening a new one. I feel like they're calling me to use them... they don't wanna stay in the drawer for long. They wanna be useful!<br />
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I will feel upset when a pen, whose ink I have been trying to finish before using a new one, suddenly disappear! It's like I don't have closure to using it till the very last drop!<br />
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At the grocery store when buying milk, I can't help feeling guilty when I choose the carton with the longest expiry date because I know I won't be using it to cook within the week.<br />
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I can almost hear them scream "Pick me! Pick me!!" Maybe I even sometimes secretly say, "Sorry, I have no choice."<br />
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Do you have this kinda though too? Or is it just me?Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-4366273992618970352011-09-28T08:47:00.000+08:002011-09-28T08:47:55.358+08:00SWPH BerHari Raya... Not Quite.Saturday, 24th September 2011.<br />
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This is the last weekend of Syawal and I made the most of it. the SWPH group was supposed to meet at Fara's then visit Sue's, Nisa's and my house. As it turned out Fara couldn't make it because of family medical matter. Instead of calling the whole thing off, I suggested we just chilled at Sue's.<br />
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Tufeil and I woke up at 9.30am, got dressed and went for lunch at Long John Silver before taking the bus to tampines. Planned to take the cab from there to Bedok Reservoir but none was in sight. Luckily, there was another bus. Tufeil was already asleep. I had to walk from the bus stop to her block carrying a probably 11kg kid. Worse was I walked in the wrong direction! <br />
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This was Sue's own place. New house. New baby. Swell! I totally left Tufeil to his own devices playing with 3 other kids. Good thing Sameer doesn't mind playing with the little kids. Good boy he is =D<br />
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</tbody></table>We spent almost 3hours just talking and chillaxing! We should totally do this again, ladies!<br />
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Afterwards, Me & T went to Tampines Interchange. It was frustrating that I had to carry him all the way everywhere! He didn't wanna walk! But I really needed to go to Starhub shop. I enquired about Blackberry Torch.. they have limited stocks and not buying more... I thought could recontract 6 months earlier but its only 3 months earlier =( I shall be patient for another 3 months then...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took 168 home. It was just about dusk/maghrib time as we were walking home... Tufeil was asleep. I hoped to God he won't wake up so he won't hafta look at the Living Room when we come in. Alhamdulillah, he only woke up when i attempted to put him on the bed in the room. That's where we spent the entire night... with a couple of trips to the kitchen but totally avoided the Monster area.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I just got news that a neighbour told my other neighbour that she felt uneasy too when she came home late the last few nights. Aiyoooo</div>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-13115179119212139202011-09-20T15:03:00.000+08:002011-09-20T15:03:19.644+08:00"Ada Monster!"Sunday 18th sept 2011<br />
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We woke up from our nap at 4pm and Tufeil wanted the choc i promised him if he took the nap and wanted to watch TV in the living room. <br />
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He stopped short at the end of the dining area where the fan is, looked at the sitting area and said <br />
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"ada monster!" (there's a monster!)<br />
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I dismissed him and proceeded to turn on the lights and fan to prove to him its ok. But instead he started to cry!<br />
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Now.. As a mother u tend to know when ur child is genuinely hurt or he's just milking it. And at tt point, i knew his fear was real. I quickly grabbed him, read a string of prayers and went into my parents' room. They jumped awake hearing him cry. And i thought to myself, "thank god im not alone!"<br />
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We talked and played on the bed for awhile... Then when my dad was ready i asked him to bring Tufeil out for an "its alright tour".<br />
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Later that evening, we went out for dinner and some errands. We reached home quite late almost 11pm. The moment we stepped in, he pointed to the living room again and said "ada monster". I didnt dare to analyze his cry, i blocked out my own fear, went straight to our room while calming him down.<br />
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Last night, ny parents picked me up from work at 9.30pm, then went grocery shopping. Reached home 11pm again. He started whining.. His face told me he was afraid but i believe its more bcos he still remembered the image he saw the other day rather than it was really there.<br />
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Seriously, i need to do something. The usual Ayat Kursi and 3 Quls dont seem to keep them at bay. The nightmares keep coming...Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-42748048358848485132011-09-19T21:27:00.000+08:002011-09-19T21:27:55.410+08:00A Perfect Kind of Saturday17th September 2011<br />
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The day start quite early at 9am when Tufeil woke up. I forced myself to wake up and entertain him in order to start the day good. Otherwise, he would scream and scream and scream if I ignore him.<br />
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After having Pizza for breakfast (last night's leftover), I managed to cook two dishes for Tufeil for the weeks ahead. Just simple Pasta w minced chicken (canned pasta sauce haha) and Chicken Baked Rice (canned mushroom soup). <br />
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Suddenly almost 1pm, Tufeil declared he was sleepy and wanted a nap. I totally JUMPED at the opportunity and we both napped.. me till 4pm and T till 5pm! My 2nd sis called me like 10 times (phone always silenced at home) to tell me to get ready to go out.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Because I didn't put on for him any socks (they are either outgrown or mismatched), I promised to get him a pair at Orchard, later.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Umar can fit in the stroller now!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are here!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>First order of the evening: DINNER @ Fish & Co<br />
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I was pleasantly surprised at how prompt their service was that night. I had lunch at Suntec's branch twice and it took 30min for my fish n chips to arrive! And you know how precious lunch time is!!! Made me mad!<br />
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Anyway, they promptly seated us at a convenient seat to put a high chair and a stroller at the side. Gave us the kid's menu cum colouring sheet!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How come his smile seems more like a wince. LOL</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tufeil didn't mind sitting on the high chair cos he got to colour!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fish Bites w Chips for Tufeil and Fish n Rice for Syifaa'</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Love that they have kid's utencils and all!<br />
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We have Mushroom Chowder soup. Ly, my sister, thought it was a bit too floury. I tot the shitake mushroom tasted bitter, but then again, I don't really like shitake.<br />
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We shared the Seafood Platter for 1. Only about 15minutes into dinner, Umar was restless in his stroller so my poor sister had to hold him in one hand, ate with the other. Thankfully, by that time, Syifaa' also decided she's had enough and entertained Umar for a bit. Made me reminisce the time when Tufeil was young and I had to eat sooo quickly bla bla bla... <br />
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NOw when Tufeil gets restless, I just let him run around in the restaurant. =)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's this?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pirate's Hat that comes with the $6 kid's meal</td></tr>
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We went straight to the prayer room at Royal Plaza. We took turns to pray bcos there was a flight of stairs and we cldn't carry the Stroller up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Candles are a bit dangerous ley!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ran around barefooted! *bags face*</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">McQueen!!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Made of Macaroons!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And then it was shopping time @ Isetan. M.A.C for Ly, Toys section for me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mirror = Golden Opportunity!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I couldn't stand looking at the Osh Kosh B'Gosh denim long overalls and bought Tufeil one even tho its priced at $60! Cos he's outgrown all his current ones! I also bought a Goofy Story book, a box of blocks @ $40 U.P. $50 But regretted it cos they are soo small!! Finally found 2 pairs of socks his size. and also he really wanted this toy ambulance. When we left the store, i realised it's not with us anymore! I actually called the number to register as LOST but to date, no calls from them. boohoohooooo...<br />
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And then we took the cab to airport. Wanted to send one of the 11 BestFriends off to Leeds for a year!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mummy Y and the Kids</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The real mummies took a break while Mummy Y entertained the kids</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of us who were there</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Luckily, my our next door neighbour who is Nan's relative was also there. They gave us a ride home. Reached home 12.30am, Tufeil asleep....Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-91349663029378086762011-09-16T13:33:00.000+08:002011-09-16T13:33:50.018+08:00Where the Smurf Are We?Wed 14th September 2011,<br />
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Ash has been dying to watch Smurf. She asked my parents, Tufeil and me along. I'm not so into Smurfs the cartoon but just followed along. A bit nervous about Tufeil because:<br />
<ol><li>This is not 100% cartoon, </li>
<li>he's not familiar with Smurfs and</li>
<li>We are watching the 7.15pm show (read: he won't be sleepy and might get agitated having to sit for 2 hours)</li>
<li>We are cheapo, we took 2 couple seats for the 4 adults and Tufeil sat in between Ash and me. </li>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2TFrXDoZ4abIsfgTzq8N_dRRB4e-Bt9QMc064_FChMit8fyyNBKuo_pnB9fgWTldt4HTnDpF5vJ-b-BUqVrLf8FhZlRFI3mKxqp0MIDcPhSHq_xHp_5Gp-D4IjBjROIgclEY/s1600/the-smurfs-movie-photo-Ninja+Romeo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD2TFrXDoZ4abIsfgTzq8N_dRRB4e-Bt9QMc064_FChMit8fyyNBKuo_pnB9fgWTldt4HTnDpF5vJ-b-BUqVrLf8FhZlRFI3mKxqp0MIDcPhSHq_xHp_5Gp-D4IjBjROIgclEY/s320/the-smurfs-movie-photo-Ninja+Romeo-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="left">The Irish Smurf is soooooooooooooo funny!! I like Clumsy at the ending.... <br />
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I don't agree why Papa Smurf had to "sacrifice" himself to Gargamel. He knows he would be captured and Gargamel would gain POWER by extracting his essence and could therefore stop and hurt his family and the whole human race so why not just run???<br />
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Anyways, Tufeil was good for the first half hour or so... He sat still eating fries and burger... And then occasionally he would stand up against the front seat. There was a chaotic moment where the mineral water slipped under the chair and I had to retrieve it... <br />
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After that, he walked over to my dad's seat, and then dragged him to the front and then he ran around the whole theatre, in semi-darkness. *shake head* At least, he didn't cry. But he did talk quite loudly, "Mummy, itu org jahat?" (That's the bad guy?) "Mummy, Cat ketawa" (Cat's laughing). Fortunately, we sat at the last row and near the aisle so won't really disturb other people much.<br />
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Dinner @ Banquet and we were home by 9.45pm. Nice... </div>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-35084461804272917562011-09-16T13:14:00.000+08:002011-09-16T13:14:19.425+08:00This is Crazy! Don't Be Stupid! Love is BlindTues 13th September 2011,<br />
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After a vote amongst the committee, it was decided that our free movie for the year is to watch Crazy, Stupid, Love. Although budgetted for 80 pax, only 74 signed up. Even then, 2 actually was on medical leave that day and still nobody wanted to replace the slots. So, my sister came, even tho she's already watched it already! But otherwise, it'd be such a waste!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh it's actually at Cathay Cineleisure with free Popcorn and a can of coke. *bliss*</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The movie itself... i think should have been categorised as Romantic Comedy instead of just Comedy because it was not LAUGH OUT LOUD funny but more in a... well.. romantic way! haha The plot is good, but i think Steve Carrell or his character should be FATTER to make a more dramatic change.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The actor playing his son looks familiar... From what movie is he eh?... Hmmm hafta google.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Good thing Ash came along, so we could share the cab ride home....</div>Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359747.post-63211592265507695532011-09-15T14:27:00.000+08:002011-09-15T14:27:00.388+08:0011 Sekawan BerHari-RayaSat 10th September 2011,<br />
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Title means "11 Friends Celebrating Eid"<br />
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Usually we will go out on a group on 3rd or 4th week of the month of Syawal. But this year is special because our dear friend Hanani will be going overseas for a year next week so we meet earlier. Only 9 of us could make it though + 10 kids.<br />
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First Stop: Y's Open House.<br />
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My parents dropped me off at 12.15pm thereabouts. I arrived just a little bit before Nan and Husainy. My hand was full with Tufeil = no pictures. Because it was about to rain, and the guests were getting more and more, Me, Nan and Zi decided to wait for the others at...<br />
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2nd Stop: Nan's place ...<br />
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...a short distance away. Her house now has got two main doors! A new one was constructed to give access to the new lift on each level.<br />
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I got to watch most of Magika while Tufeil entertained himself with Husainy's numerous toys. Nice! Don't know why couldn't bring myself to snap photos.... <br />
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It was 3pm by the time we moved off to ...<br />
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3rd Stop: 'Azma's place.<br />
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I took Fit's car and Tufeil promptly fell asleep. I was quite surprised because the car ride was prolly only 10minutes. Shows that he was extremely beat. So I was basically incapacitated the whole hour we were there = no pictures too. She served us with some noodles, my friend Hid had to feed me a few bites. I don't dare to put Tufeil down on a bed anywhere, he'll sure to wake!<br />
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4th Stop: 'Ainul's place.<br />
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Tufeil woke up just as we got down the car. Good timing. And he played and played at the toy's section...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This boy conquered this car</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aufa (Fit's) is too cute!!!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It was 6.30pm when we moved off to...<br />
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5th Stop: MY HOME!<br />
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I was a bit nervous at letting my friends in because I didn't expect them to want to drop by, reason being they just did not a month ago for Iftar and we might not have time to cover all houses. As it happened, quite a few people were not at home so and I have Chocolate Cornflakes Macaroon, so... yeah.. <br />
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Because I hadn't yet prayed 'Asr, it was sooo frantic = no pictures! Luckily, my parents came back from their own visiting a few blocks away and helped to serve/entertain my friends. <br />
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Before long, we set out towards...<br />
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6th Stop: Hidayah's Haven.<br />
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We were treated with Kway Teow Goreng was it? and some nuggets. and.... a CAT!!! All the kids were mad about the Cat but unfortunately it was afraid of stranger and hid under sofa and behind bed. <br />
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We also attempted to take picture of ALL 10 kids!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From left: 1.latest addition to the gang is 'Abdullah, 2.in white is Shauqy,3.in red is Aufa, 4. Purple 'Affaan, 5. behind him is Iman, 6. The one and only girl Iffah, 7. Naufal, 8. Husainy, 9. Tufeil. 10. Unfortunately not within my camera view is Zhafir</td></tr>
</tbody></table>It was quite a riot trying to round them up! The bigger they get the more difficult cos one or the other kept running away!<br />
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Final Stop: Fit's.<br />
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I was in Fit's car and her husband drives like McQueen, the car sounds like McQueen too and Tufeil liked it so much. In any case, we reached first and I quickly gave Tufeil a shower and change in case he fell asleep on the way home and he'd get cranky if he gets woken up and then that means no sleep or less sleep for me.<br />
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We all LOVEEEEEEEE Aufa's room. Very cosy! Complete with mini round table and chair IN the room! And love how there are magnetic alphabets and numbers on the metal store room door, animal flash cards on the wall etc. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just us chit chatting around the table</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Oh we had fried macaroni which is heavenly me and T had a few helpings!! And then we were too full to sample Yummy looking the choc cake! Nak recipe!! <br />
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It was prolly 11pm by the time we drew conclusion to the outing. <br />
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Thank you 'Ainul (and Hisyam) for driving me and Tufeil home. May Allah bless you.Jussaemonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342630859294054569noreply@blogger.com0