tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70054936811559019042023-11-16T22:02:07.912+08:00The Journey of Saibi & DinaOur most memorable moments...saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-23254914771098897752009-09-04T11:18:00.004+08:002009-09-04T11:46:43.522+08:00IQRAI YA NABIHAH3sept 2009-Today is the 2nd day nabihah started to read her Iqra' Book, which I bought from IIUM educare. Reason being, the ultimate is due to my frustration. I have registered her to enroll in Iqra class since last year, yet they have to prioritize children 5 and 6 years first. So I decided, this year I cannot procrastinate but to start teaching Nabihah..becaues I am her mum.<br /><br />I have to admit that before this mak has given me the Iqra book and asked me to teach Nabihah myself. As mak said, "kamu le ajar..dah kamu ibunye..nape nak harap org plak"..yes i agreed and my reason..my daughter still samall and tup2 she's going to be 4 end of this year. Masyaalalh time runs very fast.and because of my excitement to see Nabihah able to read at her early age (like I did, I khatam quran at the age of 6) like me. And most importanlt, I totally understand that the responsibility of educating kids lies on the hand of parents..Ya allah..rabbi yassir..<br /><br />Back to Nabihah's story, since that, every time when we reach home the first thing she grab is her Iqra book "Ibu nak baca Quran" she said...even every morning she will fing her Iqra book first, and for me and abg the most relief part is when she's willing to learn and she is a fast leaner..kids..hati masih suci bersih..Last nite, abg was a bit late for his terawih just because Nabihah insisted him to teach her reciting the Iqra until 3 pages...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB9OHR4tCNjIjFs-HzwS0Xv6TILnM4BxssR7jUbRke87Tq_aAcn2_8UWqjKAFh4Ukoe3CeqZfqXXkrArWIl5ZVOZu1ydvtJ9Ux_qriawmbtbNzdg81_YMKTuqgTopvz2RCk_LeqMb4rc/s1600-h/Iqrai+Nabihah+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJB9OHR4tCNjIjFs-HzwS0Xv6TILnM4BxssR7jUbRke87Tq_aAcn2_8UWqjKAFh4Ukoe3CeqZfqXXkrArWIl5ZVOZu1ydvtJ9Ux_qriawmbtbNzdg81_YMKTuqgTopvz2RCk_LeqMb4rc/s320/Iqrai+Nabihah+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377451275420203122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"abah ajar le kakak, nak baca Quran ni.."</span><br /></div><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw92N3omlzr_xy0ZxYx9_2_lJa8d00_9lvDXVt9hqGjsY65QgMTgxQ-L149Qjm5SsHgIrpCfMRZFJ0y1-197w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-45309010064353802782009-09-02T15:03:00.006+08:002009-09-02T15:49:22.171+08:00BIRTHDAY GIFT<span style="font-weight: bold;">20 feb 2009</span>- A new chapter of our life begins..not because of anything but we should perform <span style="font-style: italic;">sujud syukur</span> to Allah as finally we got our own house..And today, on my birthday we officially moved in to our new house, even it is not a bungalow or semi D but at least our <span style="font-weight: bold;">OWN HOUSE</span>..in fact our 2nd house after we managed to sell our 1st house at Bangi. We bought that house in Bangi initially because at that time I got an offer to be a PTD ..ingat dapat posting kat Putrajaya le kunun, so Bangi is not far..but Allah destined me to come back to UIA..so here I am.. settling down in Selayang.Alhamdulillah Acu bought our house in Bangi..and he paid cash beb..dont ask me how but knowing acu..I do believe he has a lot of investment outside there.. and he really a workaholic man..he works like Japanese people..<span style="font-weight: bold;">NO REST</span>!!Enjoy some of pictures of our <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Home Sweet Home</span> but not fully decorated beb..bajet is very tight..with the theme <span style="font-weight: bold;">REd</span>..as Red is <span style="font-weight: bold;">HOt</span>...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVtji_a54lF4lDuHnuUY5c5pNv4emihGjQh2P_Ap5p9nzNInFA1sgirXCqpDlI15wjHNCtKyHxwkFY0H0LF4Vz46kYQy1x84OAj_ingzAoARmHE_Z2fiDJL63bz4bTMPdl3hr_Tfv238/s1600-h/melaka+trip+2009+126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVtji_a54lF4lDuHnuUY5c5pNv4emihGjQh2P_Ap5p9nzNInFA1sgirXCqpDlI15wjHNCtKyHxwkFY0H0LF4Vz46kYQy1x84OAj_ingzAoARmHE_Z2fiDJL63bz4bTMPdl3hr_Tfv238/s320/melaka+trip+2009+126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376769336718189282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">One angle at the dining hall<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmP6P5tFiiE5nYX_xiXv8e_VUnPeD982atlD77sjQiBEbdalDnw4or2QIQ1Nn86v0siwpFaLYgt95grd3jufjC4Gd4nR4MaipAF0M9TYNCncQQN-3t_3GLQHIZlSpvMlnuyFC3m0O9c4/s1600-h/melaka+trip+2009+119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmP6P5tFiiE5nYX_xiXv8e_VUnPeD982atlD77sjQiBEbdalDnw4or2QIQ1Nn86v0siwpFaLYgt95grd3jufjC4Gd4nR4MaipAF0M9TYNCncQQN-3t_3GLQHIZlSpvMlnuyFC3m0O9c4/s320/melaka+trip+2009+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376771768157268290" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >Ita, amy & Nuzha accompanied me while abg was away for jis SOJT</span></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi_tk_hQv83yEBaoOe0OFcyBv_ujhsHJZQUkKVqk2trF6cZgWF8qlwq5jTCnY1vrJ7pHW9lMcbe5_fb18qWgpzZ9D-NUq4iI_9GFciNGYjSGyiiMCIhDu3Wjz0ILy_fbyaLRlaj_bIxA/s1600-h/melaka+trip+2009+125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyi_tk_hQv83yEBaoOe0OFcyBv_ujhsHJZQUkKVqk2trF6cZgWF8qlwq5jTCnY1vrJ7pHW9lMcbe5_fb18qWgpzZ9D-NUq4iI_9GFciNGYjSGyiiMCIhDu3Wjz0ILy_fbyaLRlaj_bIxA/s320/melaka+trip+2009+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376770309378405042" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" >Dining table, photagrapher shot la kunun...</span></a><br /></div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-17119878229820135562009-09-02T10:41:00.008+08:002009-09-04T09:46:42.706+08:00I'M BACK2nd Sept 2009-Haaahhh.........!!!!!!!!!! At last I am back again, on the right track perhaps. It's not the matter I don't want to write and to leave my blog 'bersawang' like Rizal said..it just a matter I have too many thing to attend to lately. and after I met my supervisor yesterday, for the 2nd time to re-do all the chapter 1-3 AGAIN..I think this is the best time for me to distract a while my focus to something that I can always read to rejuvenate me and enlighten me later. As a fact, being a visual person..i like to see things..so seeing my blog was unattended for nearly 9 months (like a pregnant women) is something really not in my agenda...<br /><br />So to start with..i think i have to start from Dec 2008 until now. It was an accumulation of happiness, sad, frustration , laughter events and agendas happened in our life..First thing first was about Nabihah's 3rd birthday. For 2008 we only celebrated her birthday at home and sent some goodies at cake at her nursery. Pity Nabihah..as abg said, we had to postpone her birthday party as we have another agenda which required a lot of money..moving to our NEW HOUSE.. Share some picture of Nabihah's 3rd birthday...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERJO-IllwLKy0C3j7sPlGFH-nrekyostIMD-JXjaXUnvG7KqH1AhzswZbzvJu8fb1N7tFOWN-xvdGe1_QPJvB6hDv1J0WXcIr56_Znnsm23UKIwHT2yjJOTHl5L4JvNfXyJQcHcGXtro/s1600-h/3rd+besday+nabihah+061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERJO-IllwLKy0C3j7sPlGFH-nrekyostIMD-JXjaXUnvG7KqH1AhzswZbzvJu8fb1N7tFOWN-xvdGe1_QPJvB6hDv1J0WXcIr56_Znnsm23UKIwHT2yjJOTHl5L4JvNfXyJQcHcGXtro/s320/3rd+besday+nabihah+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376697362176767906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">again for the 3rd time..Nabihah still crying ( I dont know either she was really excited or touched..hehe) every time wwe celebrate her birtday..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQlgmsnwuFPmjq03MnHfh21FRJ_7rPNqkvz6DFsdud3IepX-pVtCQcVTVIAnxpKH20PTBWk1BB4wFiEBN1uT-nilJvb3wk1YuPaJdMDxajFzqAMlVU6cZ0_ilvEUZpScwyCRP1M6T1Ic/s1600-h/3rd+besday+nabihah+087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQlgmsnwuFPmjq03MnHfh21FRJ_7rPNqkvz6DFsdud3IepX-pVtCQcVTVIAnxpKH20PTBWk1BB4wFiEBN1uT-nilJvb3wk1YuPaJdMDxajFzqAMlVU6cZ0_ilvEUZpScwyCRP1M6T1Ic/s320/3rd+besday+nabihah+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376699238793552642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">With teacher for her birthday celebration at IIUM Educare</span><br /><br /><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='333' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwS9WBeX8fygyA_l891QE6NQbdDcNiFbJBxQRnhRdNxDCK0Ashk7jozLoA5SRDpGveCs1yASs9KVJZTQrEy0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Surprised party secretly planned by uminyah & umiyang</span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-UkordNnRniN3s-b8LWeFbas0fFxcSLi5OSIMNmAymHTYHnJYOHJqznPJB1jBoEs4F8DohWVQ8ABidG-hTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">with friends</span>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-7792131991479586812008-11-27T12:20:00.011+08:002008-11-27T14:24:59.722+08:00SEVEN ELEVEN7th 11 2008 (Fri)-First thing I did this morning, whispered to abg his birthday wish. Yes, he is 32 years today. This year, no more surprise party as the next day (8th Nov) I had my final exam. For me, I always want to be the first in doing things for abg, and for our family. My concern is more to our family attachment. If possible I want to have a secure attached family as it will affect the way our kids will grow up and the direction of our family.<br /><br />When talk about this, it rekindled my memories on my Life Span class when we were discussing on Levinson Cycle of life theory. At the age of 30-33 people tend to have a syndrome of grass is green. Meaning to say..the most chaotic and challenging time of a person's life is during this age. according Levinson, at these ages, people who are married wanted to get free from the wedlock, yet for those who are not married, they wanted to get a spouse. another example for couples who have kids, they are having hectic life with the kids and wanted to get rid from it, yet for those who do not have kids, they are really amused to have one. What ever the theory says, for me, i want to stay focus to do the best for my family and job ahead. And I am happy with what I have now<br /><br />Back to abg's birthday celebration, I secretly bought him small cake, Nabihah was eager to dress up in her favourite outfit-baju kurung. She always said :"Nabihah nak pakai baju cantik (baju kurung) macam ibu". Thus, with her tudung the moment abg reached home she shouted from far.."abah..ibu ada beli kek utk abah" Hilang surprise. I've already told her not to tell abah, coz want it to be something un expected.<br /><br />For abang..a very warmth birthday wish for you..thanks for being a lovely husband and superb dad to lil nabihah.<br /><br />Whatever it is, abg's birthday celebration is more merrier with Nabihah. Enjoy the pictures<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydoM5wjDwtHhoSAS5ek-X2ZeYYWYJwmv4m3_LzcNANxaVrHX1itwxzcbdZ3j0a3r2RZmMGemBLlW_2AQDiFzmrDClJNN4YCXOayeVinQ_xYSCwttcJaSbZw9K6exsvosrJEtGkru0ZiQ/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydoM5wjDwtHhoSAS5ek-X2ZeYYWYJwmv4m3_LzcNANxaVrHX1itwxzcbdZ3j0a3r2RZmMGemBLlW_2AQDiFzmrDClJNN4YCXOayeVinQ_xYSCwttcJaSbZw9K6exsvosrJEtGkru0ZiQ/s320/befday+abg+32+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273191442498095586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >The card</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lEb5fS6ZoSz3j5a_gFa2V5U5W8tHpTeSw6i4sDXg5iGJreZY2JcziW_2Hd56mUK-9657J3GxMYOeIAUkmUIbeYxx2umpS66z4Me-_h5iVA2Vvh9_SukDt4e8-UeaYHpcdSLKso-I9Fw/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lEb5fS6ZoSz3j5a_gFa2V5U5W8tHpTeSw6i4sDXg5iGJreZY2JcziW_2Hd56mUK-9657J3GxMYOeIAUkmUIbeYxx2umpS66z4Me-_h5iVA2Vvh9_SukDt4e8-UeaYHpcdSLKso-I9Fw/s320/befday+abg+32+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273191661970160098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Abg's & Nabihah's favorite cake-chocolate cake</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoRG7rAtMWVcmNyBaGd9mLdBX6et6CKtttgkh8EHqO9EojYHCFcgbinYRbmgbwv56BVPW1UKmOEBbGAmlqvWmVRH13HaZcsWx6C5aYB9rsJC-ZVIyP2pQgrL6lLLHKhIWT26dD9mXK9w/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwoRG7rAtMWVcmNyBaGd9mLdBX6et6CKtttgkh8EHqO9EojYHCFcgbinYRbmgbwv56BVPW1UKmOEBbGAmlqvWmVRH13HaZcsWx6C5aYB9rsJC-ZVIyP2pQgrL6lLLHKhIWT26dD9mXK9w/s320/befday+abg+32+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273191955816672034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nabihah's favourite event-potong kek</span></span><br /></div><br />That night, I treated abg at Sakura Crystal as abg said he had tasted most of the food at Secret Recipe. Ok laa..to fulfill birthday boy's wish...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4Q3xI3G9BVLgY1MiAusRrbLD_tvSOjmoBT8M77NaJZ3loF7GR06ZeT-IOsw5JILNVWjYvtl94ZuVAx3kPh1YuJZz1vsbFxO89W5RDKH5wGAbMK13goLju0ItmAs2tXZPKBmfl3GfvVk/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4Q3xI3G9BVLgY1MiAusRrbLD_tvSOjmoBT8M77NaJZ3loF7GR06ZeT-IOsw5JILNVWjYvtl94ZuVAx3kPh1YuJZz1vsbFxO89W5RDKH5wGAbMK13goLju0ItmAs2tXZPKBmfl3GfvVk/s320/befday+abg+32+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273192816455823330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iced Blended cappuccino for abg<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmFYOAqOHh9KD0bOA4vZ4L3XVC1uflKErqy7bBlMAdxtZSW9Re0IHZvTiisHiqcLsx4EcfLve9G8ZFfGbNkPSdgan-ccSW2GmjCTkconVOV-aqHerfqRG5tAW3qVlmIuXA1JqqeGQKIE/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBmFYOAqOHh9KD0bOA4vZ4L3XVC1uflKErqy7bBlMAdxtZSW9Re0IHZvTiisHiqcLsx4EcfLve9G8ZFfGbNkPSdgan-ccSW2GmjCTkconVOV-aqHerfqRG5tAW3qVlmIuXA1JqqeGQKIE/s320/befday+abg+32+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273193083536766002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Hot Lemon Honey-you should taste it...very scrumptious</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-dbcE344aG5HkfD_HaMMVFuUQQFOejipxT2EB-XQqfhHQmAwFXzU9p-p_n82KHIJc-LvMshuiO_FwQPhzntfstvhTYJbavkjLCXPfcsYOFUJpUriCbdqjXViFvPz2fDZmfd-16YMBdA/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-dbcE344aG5HkfD_HaMMVFuUQQFOejipxT2EB-XQqfhHQmAwFXzU9p-p_n82KHIJc-LvMshuiO_FwQPhzntfstvhTYJbavkjLCXPfcsYOFUJpUriCbdqjXViFvPz2fDZmfd-16YMBdA/s320/befday+abg+32+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273193387718570626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Abg's favorite-Fried Soohon without bean sprouds</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGV4JKdL5gMjOXN43zwsu_uCoOTEOL7tAiSABajV7D6TdgBtwYC7Rc_Lf580G9lAkJvDr3yBwoO6DCqDkPvq-7OK43jLIBQRV70skgLhHfetMrwgaczY0ph2AmrjvC3yWtBJOsiIcKTvM/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGV4JKdL5gMjOXN43zwsu_uCoOTEOL7tAiSABajV7D6TdgBtwYC7Rc_Lf580G9lAkJvDr3yBwoO6DCqDkPvq-7OK43jLIBQRV70skgLhHfetMrwgaczY0ph2AmrjvC3yWtBJOsiIcKTvM/s320/befday+abg+32+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273193674042749106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I choose mix grill- macam2 ada...</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijroQZWZ6fcYiQZuVZKd6AAxtWL_ZpCzSskxbot1eCFHlFiL0jjQisCmCXvH7RwfAVE99Z-ds-DFPs43Hkj6IoRihDmZ0lj35RKFiUHHtQHUyrTuvOXEF9RVBNdJ0XL9-xsQ61tqb5jeg/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijroQZWZ6fcYiQZuVZKd6AAxtWL_ZpCzSskxbot1eCFHlFiL0jjQisCmCXvH7RwfAVE99Z-ds-DFPs43Hkj6IoRihDmZ0lj35RKFiUHHtQHUyrTuvOXEF9RVBNdJ0XL9-xsQ61tqb5jeg/s320/befday+abg+32+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273193901573416898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nabihah-Nasi Goreng Cina</span></span><br /></div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-2900023347144514702008-11-27T08:07:00.007+08:002008-11-27T11:15:28.468+08:00AT LAST..IT PAYS8th Nov 2008 (Sat)-Today is my final exam for Lifespan class. It means my final day for my final subject at UM, insya Allah. after this I have to concentrate only on finishing my Project Paper. Abang & Nabihah sent me to UM as my class starts at 12pm and will end at 12am and on that particular day the class ended at 12.15am. Abg has to entertain Nabihah (again like usual every time I have to be out for quite sometimes abg has to play his role, bring Nabihah to her favorite spot, where else-<span style="font-weight: bold;">THE ZOO NEGARA</span>) "It's ok abg...after this <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO MORE UM..NO MORE CLASSES</span>, God wills.<br /><br />We spent more than 12 hours doing so many things for our final exam class. Among the activities were:<br /><br />a)Final exam part 2 (as we have been given part 1)<br /><br />b)Discussion on last chapter of the subject (Death & dying)<br /><br />c)Song lyrics critics<br /><br />d)Power point presentation<br /><br />e)Movie critics<br /><br />f)The most awaited event...<span style="font-weight: bold;">PRESENTATION OF OUR SCRAP BOOK ON IRISH BOY<br /><br /></span>Let me share with you all on our strong determination and high effort in ensuring our scrap book complete according to the storyline given (i did write it in the previous entry). To Kak Jumi and Syikin...Thanks for your fullest cooperation..at least its worth to stay up until 4am every day for a couple of weeks. My lecturer said: "A very GOOD scrap book and EXCELLENT presentation"<br /><br />Not to forget my colleagues..thanks for the help and information rendered..you all are very superb!I owe u all a LOT! and for me..this is the FIRST experience in my life doing a scarap book...very precious insight and valuable knowledge for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUojb30B1mqVVlYE6GTpUYk4NgMD-JAFDeO2ksM9WQKLBbdlxQ49pL-rCPmWOE8S5Lkyw8e7YnmeYigcmOJUI93RZYadG9mBIhyzpF3q-d4XootXXrpTZ7DZNzRsGyaobRPFzwymLADs/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcUojb30B1mqVVlYE6GTpUYk4NgMD-JAFDeO2ksM9WQKLBbdlxQ49pL-rCPmWOE8S5Lkyw8e7YnmeYigcmOJUI93RZYadG9mBIhyzpF3q-d4XootXXrpTZ7DZNzRsGyaobRPFzwymLADs/s320/befday+abg+32+089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273134621861652882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The cover page</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqpRFQOF4IOrq2yZZw56nvPXeifc-E0Rvjnp2aGypRw3E0uSgcXHDIXyf5xvG-Aync1eS7FltN8si6-l9hx1JnyyCdApHnLvJ1ArqGSsAmB8su0IbbqNCKHrMqpQvQiTWSIITGgyT6b4/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqpRFQOF4IOrq2yZZw56nvPXeifc-E0Rvjnp2aGypRw3E0uSgcXHDIXyf5xvG-Aync1eS7FltN8si6-l9hx1JnyyCdApHnLvJ1ArqGSsAmB8su0IbbqNCKHrMqpQvQiTWSIITGgyT6b4/s320/befday+abg+32+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273134865241106674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Acknowledgement-TQ every body</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmloDqbgLhV1b-mp-FMs2y5YlQ8KF3yDrFJcqcv82-82gnJORs55aU7RNiz_Bh0dWMW5I6rPpa15nADloqKVN59LyaWaQZLMBUYm7TCfTlK22r1rtit2SOZnLtVme_VCo837VnszspUFM/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmloDqbgLhV1b-mp-FMs2y5YlQ8KF3yDrFJcqcv82-82gnJORs55aU7RNiz_Bh0dWMW5I6rPpa15nADloqKVN59LyaWaQZLMBUYm7TCfTlK22r1rtit2SOZnLtVme_VCo837VnszspUFM/s320/befday+abg+32+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273138462295686402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Our team members-Me and Syikin</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPp4sV2NcZqJqisTBS0TSpUDwNdVV9q43_7w7LEX3U99ItKcgiuJKwnbTJYVJcafineDR_nDaXmnFsUUAHxMc9wtycigRZVv0ZoehPWIMvbspBrkDmY2aQEPrUxDmy_lHM4tEnhLu31fI/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPp4sV2NcZqJqisTBS0TSpUDwNdVV9q43_7w7LEX3U99ItKcgiuJKwnbTJYVJcafineDR_nDaXmnFsUUAHxMc9wtycigRZVv0ZoehPWIMvbspBrkDmY2aQEPrUxDmy_lHM4tEnhLu31fI/s320/befday+abg+32+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273141365569345154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The other member-K Jumi</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVdkb_tcgTPX3gy2aAfYzoJgNz3rdiTeR_95hxxJjAWzijE7mQjuzv-uqg7u-sNmLsHNgb9gcRtdyIx6uUxRkMFw7GWXiNQ4G1hCmz-tgORS2qjnIySrKewr0j22_eO66JIi-UUfbi3c/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVdkb_tcgTPX3gy2aAfYzoJgNz3rdiTeR_95hxxJjAWzijE7mQjuzv-uqg7u-sNmLsHNgb9gcRtdyIx6uUxRkMFw7GWXiNQ4G1hCmz-tgORS2qjnIySrKewr0j22_eO66JIi-UUfbi3c/s320/befday+abg+32+094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273141875374781122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Table of content</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhb4P72cLp1gk4chzULSJzBnPvsFg-kcSdXcmNezeclrOw_jmGK8D42CLuSo9B5icqUyLVZB0Ybk-1Paz2fBMf6bLnPCr6rjYPs594XyCP9mqIN90TVswbwIhBiiohI36UFzHd1_iw5I/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhb4P72cLp1gk4chzULSJzBnPvsFg-kcSdXcmNezeclrOw_jmGK8D42CLuSo9B5icqUyLVZB0Ybk-1Paz2fBMf6bLnPCr6rjYPs594XyCP9mqIN90TVswbwIhBiiohI36UFzHd1_iw5I/s320/befday+abg+32+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273148813091464066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The world map of Ireland</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphk6wbb5Iyjh2ELyr9qR7gcDTAZdpAgNZY7UUCrBaxTNbjuD2YMzuTK3MI7JiqaJPy8_0jkaU5bWbCrwPdk5BFHPkOkIzz1nEjak1iyBIdmJJQXAKTBHSqbQXxUmjtGEXku0SYiUB750/s1600-h/befday+abg+32+097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphk6wbb5Iyjh2ELyr9qR7gcDTAZdpAgNZY7UUCrBaxTNbjuD2YMzuTK3MI7JiqaJPy8_0jkaU5bWbCrwPdk5BFHPkOkIzz1nEjak1iyBIdmJJQXAKTBHSqbQXxUmjtGEXku0SYiUB750/s320/befday+abg+32+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273154360713724306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The neighborhood-in Ireland</span></span><br /></div><br />Enough of part 1 of the csrap book..I'll share more later. Back to our final day class, we only stopped for performing prayers. It really stunned me as this is my first time having non Muslim lecturer in UM (in UIA quite several times)yet she allowed us to perform prayer. If I could recall, we were not allowed to perform prayer when we had our class with this one Muslim lecturer. Until to the extend, we had to sneak out from class during Maghrib time, purposely for our solat. And at that particular time, our non Muslim classmate would back us up by saying that we went to the toilet. For me this is a sensitive issue, how about you all out there??<br /><br />With my dr. Diana I've learn a lot..the way she approaches our class is <span style="font-weight: bold;">TOTALLY DIFFERENT</span>. She would entertain every single request from her students, <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO NEGATIVE QUALIFIERS</span> yet she gave us <span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU</span> card for every single person in the class. Personally, for me that is the proper way approaching a PERSON per say, rather than building a barrier between a lecturer and students. On top of all, this is the way the MUSLIMS lecturers should communicate with students.<br /><br />Lastly..I want to share with you on the activities conducted during that day...how we want to be remembered after our death. so we were asked so called to create and decorate a memorial or tomb.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMp4YMXVXS1_-KLkijKszCPa43hVn6oa4TlrP4QVOutZki8YJX7RkayWPVVy4PPRWy8hq-w5llb5ubLZbBJaUjoUQnf4r24MBzhic8twXwgB2HqilkZ7a6N6fOZR6GdPTFuJJtHTeyDGI/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMp4YMXVXS1_-KLkijKszCPa43hVn6oa4TlrP4QVOutZki8YJX7RkayWPVVy4PPRWy8hq-w5llb5ubLZbBJaUjoUQnf4r24MBzhic8twXwgB2HqilkZ7a6N6fOZR6GdPTFuJJtHTeyDGI/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273164524878882274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Various ways people want to be remembered by their relatives & friends</span></span><br /></div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-26322679822053961432008-11-05T11:39:00.004+08:002008-11-26T17:02:57.332+08:00EID MUBARAK1 oct 2008 (1 syawal 1429H)-Syawal comes once again.Leaving behind Ramadan..with the hope that we will meet Ramadan again next year, insyallah. For me..this Syawal will not be the same as we are not going to visit opah's house in Parit yet her grave. And as expected, this Syawal..not many of mak's relatives visited opah's house. They rather go directly to opah's grave. For me, Syawal is the time to seek forgiveness from each others, not only having big feast after a month of fasting but more to have a social bonding and building good relationship.<br /><br />After 3 years of marriage i could see some different in the way of my family celebrating Eid, and abg's family celebrating it. Perhaps it is due to abg's big family if compared to mine. But I dont agree with that point to some extent. As recenlty we discussed in Life Span class, attachment (especially during early years) is the MOST IMPORTANT element in having a good parents-children relationship. I could say abang's family comprises of persons who are Teflon (no hurt feeling ek abang..you know I am very assertive person). what is Teflon? As many book stated..it is emotionally unavailable. Do not want to discuss any further..just share some pictures taken during recent Eid.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTVSGWSb1UuDCKqVm6On_Y6IblHXlev_MSSS-rXIeZ0qiMIF4c7lE45wXG0H3FmSDO2A1hvCv9w7UKYjTyOlpRQoeVS9zJp8ICdmvoIIJ7l0xRdPzenxpnMI0sx2Qf4Y9KA-4FUps0A8/s1600-h/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOTVSGWSb1UuDCKqVm6On_Y6IblHXlev_MSSS-rXIeZ0qiMIF4c7lE45wXG0H3FmSDO2A1hvCv9w7UKYjTyOlpRQoeVS9zJp8ICdmvoIIJ7l0xRdPzenxpnMI0sx2Qf4Y9KA-4FUps0A8/s320/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061077010465074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Abg (in white shirt) helping mak preparing the lemang (this we don't have in Kuala Kangsar)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >I wonder abg, why without you the lemang cannot be prepared ek? </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXYweqsb274v0DMiBuiYm6982BuJkzuUwsfrU-f3zhJLOKXlwNXZyIPj-n-LHfM4Z9FEOFgjXpGIS_i6RRyN-1Qw3uxe9e9bvHipR_khHrwY3snqB2A_AmaPsKCq4cLzx5aYUv1dOK0c/s1600-h/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXYweqsb274v0DMiBuiYm6982BuJkzuUwsfrU-f3zhJLOKXlwNXZyIPj-n-LHfM4Z9FEOFgjXpGIS_i6RRyN-1Qw3uxe9e9bvHipR_khHrwY3snqB2A_AmaPsKCq4cLzx5aYUv1dOK0c/s320/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265069920605348114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >The ketupat..some of us handling the rendang. The eid preparation was like preparing for a wedding feast</span><br /></div><br />we ended our preparation (cooking and other house chores) in the middle of the night. So, no takbir raya maaa. I had my takbir raya only with abang. Kak Ina had hers with her hubby la...seem we had it according to our free time as we had to take turn to look after the rendang and lemang.<br /><br />Automatically my mind strike saying that If i were in Kuala Kangsar.. the takbir will be more merrier as we would gather together with ude's big family..praying congregational solat isyak and early in the morning we would have congregational subuh followed by takbir. One extra significant of Kuala Kangsar hari raya that we have the big meriam besi starting from 12am until solat sunat eid. we hardly sleep that night but it gives us some special feeling that could not be said by words. Yet, in Kuala Kangsar, no preparation done like in Manjung. I could recall vividly when mak only knew how to cook delicious rendang after i married with abang. Mak always said "Alamak...mak ni dah ada menantu baru le nak menjengah ke dapur"..Its ok mak..since abah always said "wat pe penat2 masak2 kita nak makan berdua je"<br /><br />And mak's tradition passed over to me..i only know how to cook simple things after i got married. Being the eldest daughter in law for my parents in laws, i have to learn many things...before this in my own house...i rarely spend my time in the kitchen..but at abg's house you can always find me in the kitchen..not cooking, doing others house chores..Malu maaa...adik2 ipar sume pandai wat kije umah dan memasak. Thus I take it as experiential learning for me<br /><br />People always say; "ikat suami dengan masakan..maybe it does not suit for me..my hubby i ikat dengan....rahsia...nak tau kene menuntut dulu<br /><br />Back to our eid preparatuion, early morning we would rush to prepare ourselves to the mosque but in Manjung they would rush only to get their lemang and ketupat and rendang. No eagerness to the mosque. How do i really missed my younger time (before married) so that i have the chance to go to the mosque. But i know for me, the aula is to take care of my family, hubby and Nabihah rather than performing sunat eid in the mosque<br /><br />As for me..there is no such a big deal to celebrate the first eid either in my house or abg's house. Like this year, it is abg's turn. The only thing makes it diferent is where to have the solat eid. For example, this year is abg's turn, so we have the solat eid at Manjung. Afetr zhur we went back to Kuala Kangsar. on the way, we surely stopped at opah's house in PArit. It was the same last year. It was my turn, thus solat eid was in Kuala Kangsar..after zuhur we went back to Manjung... HAPPY HARI RAYA every body. Kullu 'amin wa antum bikhair...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj176L24RqJOxyLxTrqjEhg-6mU0tz_zfealb_zuyLyv5j6ZVvjdTYnKw0bG3lBv4DwM3fQ_Ky8hUc9t_0WpqNtuI-imjR8amuCW-VeoC1RYyJlONkCThxjD2ZYb6Lum8GK9HLPnhr1Sos/s1600-h/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj176L24RqJOxyLxTrqjEhg-6mU0tz_zfealb_zuyLyv5j6ZVvjdTYnKw0bG3lBv4DwM3fQ_Ky8hUc9t_0WpqNtuI-imjR8amuCW-VeoC1RYyJlONkCThxjD2ZYb6Lum8GK9HLPnhr1Sos/s320/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265057034586728098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1 syawal 1429H-Manjung, this year theme-dazzling blue</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkIHxxH5AcxaQUPtLbOHkkZjOW4moiNcp3ZgP_ON4byPfsI5E7BJ5JXBnR-Ou1ZS7ZamHWsNnnVCqgofJdHgXKzGYT5P5nm7OiDva4NfT9UDU_N2TWtJGoWClB6K28LXrUayD7yhUNvs/s1600-h/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkIHxxH5AcxaQUPtLbOHkkZjOW4moiNcp3ZgP_ON4byPfsI5E7BJ5JXBnR-Ou1ZS7ZamHWsNnnVCqgofJdHgXKzGYT5P5nm7OiDva4NfT9UDU_N2TWtJGoWClB6K28LXrUayD7yhUNvs/s320/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265069331990263874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">abang's big family..not all in the pictures as it is hard to have every body in one shot.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TRS_6xTYE1JhyphenhyphenWqRK1vQ7fD0GGDwXA-RfvV-nDtwpPE_GqIFC9ysyq7PTM2GvG145TZejWJbRvgvUOcz2YQUT9ogecGUupgc6Vy-mmvJ3WA01bcUfqSNMaIib1q4RXSWVL21dXXHz9Q/s1600-h/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9TRS_6xTYE1JhyphenhyphenWqRK1vQ7fD0GGDwXA-RfvV-nDtwpPE_GqIFC9ysyq7PTM2GvG145TZejWJbRvgvUOcz2YQUT9ogecGUupgc6Vy-mmvJ3WA01bcUfqSNMaIib1q4RXSWVL21dXXHz9Q/s320/Syawal+2008+%28Manjung%29+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265072406748688370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Abang, me, Nabihah.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seated from left, my mum in law, dad in law and tok wan.</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigumPVo_KbtwMTbUrZexSGkcOlMxKXvkazoSx_yEOcmmmU2L9xIwwepDMhWNx6gZ3LBLBCedoopAjDeT8FgCNmZXXERxHHMWs_gdxZokbwu0yR7OjkxSTUZQ83tt-Hkzk6n63r6xbLcLU/s1600-h/DSC04757.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigumPVo_KbtwMTbUrZexSGkcOlMxKXvkazoSx_yEOcmmmU2L9xIwwepDMhWNx6gZ3LBLBCedoopAjDeT8FgCNmZXXERxHHMWs_gdxZokbwu0yR7OjkxSTUZQ83tt-Hkzk6n63r6xbLcLU/s320/DSC04757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075753933146626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >on the way back to K Kangsar, at arwah opah's house with Acu's family and Ne's family. Coincidently their themes were also BLUE..No MoU before ek</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICfSfdYxdQMMxLG4jT_iL2nt180_TYbC21IIqCv05nwMDYo1DfbPEG2ypWHm2S1-rPSRWIX-CVIEuyZ1M90FDAvknjSfX7KquED6IJIoC5rIQ3ICBsd0lD2dB75cjR2iUG7GvbavF8YA/s1600-h/DSC04834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICfSfdYxdQMMxLG4jT_iL2nt180_TYbC21IIqCv05nwMDYo1DfbPEG2ypWHm2S1-rPSRWIX-CVIEuyZ1M90FDAvknjSfX7KquED6IJIoC5rIQ3ICBsd0lD2dB75cjR2iUG7GvbavF8YA/s320/DSC04834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265076732743756898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Syawal 1429H-Family picture-Kuala Kangsar-Nabihah rebelled not to wear her sweet tudung</span><br /></div><br />Last but not least...enjoy this movie on our syawal prepared by my creative only brother, Lid<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxglXcFml4f9u74pLLRi8IyVjmOGgqPCubHI16ip9b4VXOAiz7RI2JjigGRPPbgk8MGhtWxfUW3ZRb3MWYUCA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-17695606305870194112008-11-05T11:00:00.002+08:002008-11-05T11:38:45.567+08:00HECTIC STUDENT'S LIFESept 08-My hectic and tiring schedule resume even in Ramadan, what i mean particularly my weekly observation for Life span class and our scrap book on Irish boy have not start yet. Sometimes I do lost my patience when every night I have to stay up or wake up early just to finish my weekly observation. Luckily for this time, our lecturer Dr. Diana said the observation would be only 4 (according to age where she will let us know later). When this happen, abang will always tell me to be more patience as this is my last paper, after this no more staying up late, waking early as 3am just to finish those things. After this only my Project Paper is waiting for me. And his words really cool me down. And because of his support as well, taking care of our 34 months Nabihah.<br /><br />Attending this Life Span class makes me more understand the importance of early development of a child. Once in class Dr. Di did discuss that early separation and early detachment of a child during her childhood will lead to unsuccessful relationship in adulthood. It strike my mind that teenagers delinquencies and unsuccessful marriage could be as a result of unsuccessful child bearing during a person's childhood. Dr Di once said "a victim will always be the victimizer" and its proven and can be seen a lot to many of the world political leader today.<br /><br />enough on that, let us share some of my observation conducted during this semester class..which I could say..IT REALLY GIVES ME SOME INSIGHT AND NEW METHOD OF LEARNING...EXPERIENTIAL LEARNING<br /><br />those observations are:<br />1) 30/8/2008<br /> Infants & toddlers (6 months - 24 months)<br /> Thank you to adik Muhammad Ashraf Mohd Azam<br /><br />2)13/9/2008<br /> Reflection Paper on Mid term activity<br /> Play approach<br /><br />3) 20/9/2008<br /> Early childhood (2-7 years)<br /> Thank you to adik Wan Afif Jazimin Wan Mazlan<br /><br />4)27/9/2008<br /> Adolescence (13-20 years)<br /> Thank you to Miss Aizadatul Adawiyah Che Ismail <br /><br />5)2/11/2008<br /> Late adulthood (60 years and above)<br /> Thank you to En Mohd Shuhaimi Abu Jamin<br /><br />Last but not least, we have to submit our take home test part one (which was given on 2nd Nov 08) on 8th Nob 2008 which consisted of 8 MAIN questions. And the peak of the day is that we have to undergo a 12 hours exam day (with many other activities) YOU DONT BELIEVE ME??!!BELIEVE ME< ITS NOT KIDDING..so guys..wish me luck for my last papersaibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-63416624758230079132008-11-05T09:02:00.017+08:002008-11-05T14:28:07.854+08:00NYAH'S CONVOCATION23rd August 2008 (sat)-"Master of Science (Finance), Nor Akila Mohd Kassim" and unconciously I burst into tears. Well done Nyah, you did a good job. Today is Nyah's convocation, for the second time she received her certification from UIA. Earlier when I sent nyah together with mak and abah (as i have to send abah to the front door since abah and mak have to be seated at disable area, pity abah..he has to use tongkat to support him)<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>to CAC, nyah whispered to me "Why I did not feel much excitement like I felt during my undergraduates time?"..I replied to nyah...maybe because you already had you degree..but you have to remember..at least you completed first your master degree even though i started it first. You got scholarship but I have to pay the fees myself. And she nodded<br /><br />As for me I do believe that nyah already has her parts. I mean all her good deeds paid, simple example..she helped me and my hubby A LOT when i have to rush to UM. During my early years being a mum, she NEVER refused to take care of my little;e Nabihah when I have to be in UM, late up to 10pm. I NEVER paid her and she NEVER asked. But I indebted to her for the <span style="font-weight: bold;">rest of my life</span>.<br /><br />Having a baby yet at the same time you have to juggle your time between work and classes is not EASY. As most of my friends, when they asked me is it easy to do TWO BIG TASKS simultaneously..without hesitate I will say directly..NO..ABSOLUTELY NO. And when people asked me how did you manage to cope between these two jobs.. I said.."...because of My HUSBAND'S BLESSING...and I have TWO SISTERS who never say NO when I need their help"..I mean particularly to take care my little baby who was only 7 months old that time...I can still remember clearly when every week i have to bring nyah together with me to Um so that she would take care of Nabihah when i have class from 6pm to 9pm. Every week without missing she would calmly look after Nabihah at Rumah Universiti UM. I do not mind paying RM120 (if not mistaken) per week as long as Nabihah will be near to me when I have class at UM, since Gombak and UM is quite far, and the traffic is really hectic. And my hubby waited for me at Faculty of education's musolla. Sometimes when nyah did not manage to accompany me..yam will do that.<br /><br />For nyah..you got good result, you have GOOD JOB..you have good pay..you have GOOD life now because you are a GOOD daughter and GOOD sister to us. CONGRATULATIONS NYAH...WE PROUD OF YOU.<br /><br />Before that just to share, Acu, Maksu and Ne came along the way from Perak to witness nyah' special day. I still remember what Acu said to me.."Acu mane pernah pi convo...ini le first time (in his pure Parit accent)" Acu treated all of us at SAkura Crystal a night before the convo. (thanks a lot Acu) and we spent our nite at Dynasty apartment (since Acu had booked 2 apartments..more than comfortable for all of us). After this...waiting in the list for convocation (insyaalah)Cik yang..me myself, mek and Lid (in sequence...according to plan)<br /><br />Ok let us share some of nyah's memorable moment and for me, I take it as a BIG CHALLENGE to complete my master degree...insyaallah<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5R3vuKJrrWAW-DZSiWX-w-SoXJuz8mKTU2UpfCeFDY4GU_8zV1D5F4rQBEzAbL2BCepD9IavR7YPKW2SSN9oKHhN-WUe5JmrvQ7DJvule5NDtIt1PB_8UUGf0OVA3QhZfLd4USE4S-w/s1600-h/_DSC3922.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5R3vuKJrrWAW-DZSiWX-w-SoXJuz8mKTU2UpfCeFDY4GU_8zV1D5F4rQBEzAbL2BCepD9IavR7YPKW2SSN9oKHhN-WUe5JmrvQ7DJvule5NDtIt1PB_8UUGf0OVA3QhZfLd4USE4S-w/s320/_DSC3922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264986677092148738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Since it was heavy downpour outside, we only took studio picture</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">From left Lid, Cikyang, Abng (cuddling Nabihah) and me</span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Seated from left abah, nyah and mak<br /><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EikOij5Uf9Y9t9CGm4aib43QDwnRCsdlQR0mwg1FrRZ68twDTJ2G88-4SPUfKfi4X9E5qu3gTCVOp9qjz7rQibiEQCjD-dFjn_vwm0UEPlqykjif4yB5bAFB1gqu_g3Gv2f1dUEgCzo/s1600-h/_DSC3919.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EikOij5Uf9Y9t9CGm4aib43QDwnRCsdlQR0mwg1FrRZ68twDTJ2G88-4SPUfKfi4X9E5qu3gTCVOp9qjz7rQibiEQCjD-dFjn_vwm0UEPlqykjif4yB5bAFB1gqu_g3Gv2f1dUEgCzo/s320/_DSC3919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987269789210850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Big family-standing from left Nina and Aiman-both are our cousins (can see only his face), Lid, Maksu, Mek (cousin), Ne, Cikyang,me and abang (cuddling Nabihah..again).</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">Seated from left, abah, mak, nyah ,Acu (who always support us) and Azim (bored of standing too long)</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLNmFs6qfTUiaJ5tLqKwy0ssUTAqFbNzp-NhlHtXuZLI4xIVzr0B0JcRRuYOOYwHYlMRTGnPZ0N9iQ1DKcJ9CZL-rSZ4Dd5KVSzAgZhSho-Sk1lqM3REhk7p_Z_-HoI72-dNeZMJrE0o/s1600-h/DSC04492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGLNmFs6qfTUiaJ5tLqKwy0ssUTAqFbNzp-NhlHtXuZLI4xIVzr0B0JcRRuYOOYwHYlMRTGnPZ0N9iQ1DKcJ9CZL-rSZ4Dd5KVSzAgZhSho-Sk1lqM3REhk7p_Z_-HoI72-dNeZMJrE0o/s320/DSC04492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264990471698144626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A day after, nyah , mak and abah in front of IIUM mosque..abah and mak..your hard work is paid today. It goes the same to nyah<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wuk7v1LnX9Mb3UHVJH2GPSf7tntFtnBt1LQ-_vkj7jklvbhyphenhyphennMyoPiZPvLPkxph-4YN4jKnkVvUFnyWTA5LtKx4p11bP_1yGWTzGXw8pW_iq8qQwZDDZCZIvZbohUmQpNLyU02isVYc/s1600-h/DSC04483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wuk7v1LnX9Mb3UHVJH2GPSf7tntFtnBt1LQ-_vkj7jklvbhyphenhyphennMyoPiZPvLPkxph-4YN4jKnkVvUFnyWTA5LtKx4p11bP_1yGWTzGXw8pW_iq8qQwZDDZCZIvZbohUmQpNLyU02isVYc/s320/DSC04483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264993246635463858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:arial;">On returning robe day (nyah bought the robe as she wanted to use it for UITM convocation every year) Nabihah got 2 balloons...selepas puas abah memujuknya..anak abah le katakan</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJszGDhFID9wnNYctWQigI1C1WDuJOL_G50f10av4LEdNSIdeekV_JA8Ux_EYWTaZjwKOzAVZhFnBsmwKlTBr-eUE9sCqFwbY9OaCcnErpCPJSDxG9S2aP3gxSf5UvNU4WcBpT-XcMGo/s1600-h/DSC04496.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfJszGDhFID9wnNYctWQigI1C1WDuJOL_G50f10av4LEdNSIdeekV_JA8Ux_EYWTaZjwKOzAVZhFnBsmwKlTBr-eUE9sCqFwbY9OaCcnErpCPJSDxG9S2aP3gxSf5UvNU4WcBpT-XcMGo/s320/DSC04496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264999221794010498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Post in front of CAC</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9csnI2WU2zapn5PATDW-wUo6buSxuAfx97GoMyi2SLxKMP_P9cVwYQx7cRZPqmQ1sawgcePqLeFmEO-WMnhzMEfQ12LKHUjuCKvDgrGofMWgxfYbpwdAotuXKxsqmMuB9S1pnZBq9gc/s1600-h/observation+2+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9csnI2WU2zapn5PATDW-wUo6buSxuAfx97GoMyi2SLxKMP_P9cVwYQx7cRZPqmQ1sawgcePqLeFmEO-WMnhzMEfQ12LKHUjuCKvDgrGofMWgxfYbpwdAotuXKxsqmMuB9S1pnZBq9gc/s320/observation+2+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264999766859543298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bouquet of white lily from mak and abah</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3V5ELlqmwGogX8QlCK-TEhScMj3FbtDroj6boCNs3SmccIllB9dSN4HFiU2CIqcNibFLl7ZtothwsgPkBtxOCRDvMJYWM08O7Yvu4gSDpI8nKtScg__A_Gf4Jm-jZbSyU2l94htyYTUk/s1600-h/observation+2+025.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3V5ELlqmwGogX8QlCK-TEhScMj3FbtDroj6boCNs3SmccIllB9dSN4HFiU2CIqcNibFLl7ZtothwsgPkBtxOCRDvMJYWM08O7Yvu4gSDpI8nKtScg__A_Gf4Jm-jZbSyU2l94htyYTUk/s320/observation+2+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265000137248595634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A dozen of red roses from me, abang and Nabihah</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6d1chyN3vGhfSwLEbuFfTfsyXNDJasPjyo9xfwlBHHzE2PlF8ChUpX1oMJ_J4Fn8X6SrJbPdiMOto8vymI7VAR4D2-wWJBT76A31aaEMcF5HRQycgu-ln90jeQ0HVJsW6HTMQ3FiG0o/s1600-h/observation+2+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6d1chyN3vGhfSwLEbuFfTfsyXNDJasPjyo9xfwlBHHzE2PlF8ChUpX1oMJ_J4Fn8X6SrJbPdiMOto8vymI7VAR4D2-wWJBT76A31aaEMcF5HRQycgu-ln90jeQ0HVJsW6HTMQ3FiG0o/s320/observation+2+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265000492857242466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dazzling orange daisy from cikyang and lid</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSV9Cb5N_PS6b3qSeo6BSEnJ3L4Vjv7lDK9SWHsseLq1Di6-7lEh6QGq1dRT5XTuewK_eYOE-PqYbRzXZ22oh7eA24XCmzcrWb6rv8mMIkMMrLNN62pSRDAMbi-snxjwVKH3PSTv3y30/s1600-h/observation+2+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkSV9Cb5N_PS6b3qSeo6BSEnJ3L4Vjv7lDK9SWHsseLq1Di6-7lEh6QGq1dRT5XTuewK_eYOE-PqYbRzXZ22oh7eA24XCmzcrWb6rv8mMIkMMrLNN62pSRDAMbi-snxjwVKH3PSTv3y30/s320/observation+2+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001020355870546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Half dozen of red roses from Acu, Maksu and family...and pink roses from Ne and Mek</span></span><br /></div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-2944424901951634442008-08-21T12:17:00.002+08:002008-08-21T14:20:38.947+08:00I AM AN IRISH BOYThis is the 7th week of my last subject (I hope) for Life Span. Yet we are still stuck in our project. I think it is wise to explain it here so that who ever visits my blog will response to it. And I DO need response from others.<br /><br />But before that we have to come out with a scrapt book with this new identity:<br /><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">IT'S A BOY</span><br /><br /><ul><li>Ireland boy - Wexford, South Ireland : Lower middle working class</li><li>You are the 3rd & youngest boy. you have one older brother (6 yearsolder) & another older brother (4 years old)</li><li>You come from a very traditional catholic household</li><li>Your father works as a forklift operator in the coal mines</li><li>Your mother is a tired house wife</li><li>Your father drinks a lot of beer & spends much time in the pubs, but he is not an alchoholic</li><li>Your father is emotionally & verbally abusive to family members, sometimes physically abusive to children</li><li>All three boys are destined to work in mines with dad, but you develop a keen interest in ballet dancing</li><li>Between the ages of 3 & 8 you suffer gender identity disorder.</li><li>An empathetic school teacher realizes this and helps you through this without your parents finding out</li><li>as a young child you spend much time looking in the window at the neighborhood ballet school</li><li>Your father will not allow you to take lessons even though the teacher will take you for free</li><li>He doesn't believe boys should be dancing</li><li>At the age of 10 you begin studying privately with the ballet teacher behind your father's back</li><li>3 years later your father finds out that you have taken these lessons, but slowly begins to accept this</li><li>when you are 16 you realize & accept the fact that you are HOMOSEXUAL & have your 1st sexually intimate relationship when you are 18</li><li>At the age of 18 you are accepted into, on scholarship, The London Royale Ballet Academy</li><li>You dance professionally (ballet) until you are 40. After which you return to South Ireland & teach in the ballet school where you were 1st trained</li><li>your parents never come to know that you are HOMOSEXUAL</li><li>You never have an exclusive relationship, but several lovers throughout your life</li><li>You live out a happy & unproductive second half of your adult life</li></ul>Wow what a precise & long explanation of my new identity kan?This assignment really makes my head turns up side down & pushes my commitment to the limit. Thus, to the viewers of my blog, if u have any info or suggestion I REALLY APPRECIATE it & NEED it. Please help me...saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-57846703813455921932008-08-18T16:25:00.002+08:002008-08-18T16:38:12.687+08:00ABANG IS BACK18 Aug 2008-Abg reached home at 1am from his last SOJT at Kota Kinabalu. And his mission perhaps I hope was complete. And it was a BIG relief for me and especially for little Nabihah. when she woke up this morning, she was really delighted to see her abah. Rather than asking for her nenen she smiled sweetly to her abah telling all her stories with ibu yesterday.<br /><br />"Abah Nabihah mandi sungai smlm dgn ibu dan mak une, abah Nabihah naik bus Hookey Pookey (the same bus she rode during her Hookey Pookey training at Female Sports Complex for Sports Day and infact every time she sees the UIA bus in UIA she'll be saying the same). Abah Nabihah makan ice cream smlm, abah Nabihah makan sweets smlm"...and abah had no space to respond back since she wanted to tell everything at one shot.<br /><br />Hopefully Nabihah will behave accordingly like she behaved before these while and HOPEFULLY everything will just like befoore abang went for his SOJT. Now I realized how HARD it is to handle my one little daughter alone when her abah is not around. Like Nabihah always said: "abah ada banyak duit Ibu ada sikit duit" Cute je bunyi nyesaibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-84765937478164297442008-08-08T11:25:00.002+08:002008-08-08T11:33:53.742+08:0008 08 0808 08 08 (Friday)-Beautiful & perfect date, but perhaps I could say it does not bring anything significant, rather than:<br /><br />a) Abg still going for his SOJT (early in the morning before he left home, he said to Nabihah : Nabihah behave, listen to ibu, abah nak work lama..nanti abah beli baju gambor cat, ok. And Nabihah nodded with her eyes were still closed.<br /><br />b)This week only left Nabihah and me since nyah, yam and aculid going back to Parit for onyang's kenduri (kenduri turun batu and welcoming Ramadhan)<br /><br />c)I still stuck in completing my presentation for my Life Span class with Dr. Diana (satu2 lecturer mat salleh kat Fakulti Pendidikan (Kaunseling)di UM)<br /><br />d)Thesis yg dah diapprove since the past 4 months yet I havents start with either chapter 1.<br /><br />e)I still not feeling very well after 5 days on MC, badan masih lagi lemah2 dan cepat penat..tapi kerja mesti diteruskan...BERKHIDMAT UNTUK NEGARA.<br /><br />Itu je kot..tetapi selalu membuatkan aku sesak nafas, especially perkara no 1...I keep on wondering, camne la org yg hubby 6 bulan kat offshore tu.saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-68869137281282268472008-08-07T16:43:00.006+08:002008-08-08T08:39:02.305+08:00AQUARIA-HERE I COME23 July 2008 (Wed)-Abah and ibu were on leave today...purposely to relax and spend time with beloved Nabihah. Abang was fully booked since the past two weeks. He got to go for his SOJT (Structured on Job Training). It started with these hectic schedule of abang's SOJT<br /><br />a)12th July 2008-Terengganu<br />b)19th July 2008-Penang<br />c)26th July 2008-KL (& it was the time when I was warded, God always knows the BEST)<br />d)2nd Aug 2008-JB<br />e)8th Aug 2008-Kuching<br />f)16th Aug 2008-Kota Kinabalu<br /><br />Let just share Nabihah's the sweet and sweat moments at Aquaria. Baru la kami tau anak dara kami yang nampak quite brave ni rupanya cannot cope with all the big creatures in the sea (kata anak orang laut), especially when we passed by the tunnel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHv_REdKvYmEr6qwGAeXtbRzmed6xe8oU77ppLfGwhvdMwfkMllKINjT1Ww2kJHNI8-bxkLn6vth8_c3jb7yRonGZS8x64-1-8TAZPwZ0lcBb-G-BPTVWfx4lKghXitweirTD5VloTpwY/s1600-h/6+ogos+08+068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHv_REdKvYmEr6qwGAeXtbRzmed6xe8oU77ppLfGwhvdMwfkMllKINjT1Ww2kJHNI8-bxkLn6vth8_c3jb7yRonGZS8x64-1-8TAZPwZ0lcBb-G-BPTVWfx4lKghXitweirTD5VloTpwY/s320/6+ogos+08+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231932198860071778" border="0" /></a>Holding Nabihah tight as she wanted to 'run away' from the big fish<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9-EsvKjDtvqRksH5puwAbEWh6nxRX-L-FX28bBNgn68T6T6VeHwu0Y9cY-rFLLnU4oxM61rK_6C9ESi1sIPai6CZ3nBSznpCCwycE4Sbv9Cc7RCUhQ6kwIQ_4O0mI_Jdd15NhtudFIM/s1600-h/6+ogos+08+074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9-EsvKjDtvqRksH5puwAbEWh6nxRX-L-FX28bBNgn68T6T6VeHwu0Y9cY-rFLLnU4oxM61rK_6C9ESi1sIPai6CZ3nBSznpCCwycE4Sbv9Cc7RCUhQ6kwIQ_4O0mI_Jdd15NhtudFIM/s320/6+ogos+08+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231932665295573250" border="0" /></a>"Abah, Nabihah nak balik" she cried badly as she saw the big on top of her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyEVFvQYVnmqe6u1BvTr8Wa2LnJOLTVn18H_IqQdg6KNT52cAfm3TmIdGFJbuBo-sTeHXSF-NkYV1hUS0DGenC7akfbCId3DePY3cv-XJEwsi-aCjLOHnCWrP7c-lu-irB9uNRi5keps/s1600-h/6+ogos+08+104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyEVFvQYVnmqe6u1BvTr8Wa2LnJOLTVn18H_IqQdg6KNT52cAfm3TmIdGFJbuBo-sTeHXSF-NkYV1hUS0DGenC7akfbCId3DePY3cv-XJEwsi-aCjLOHnCWrP7c-lu-irB9uNRi5keps/s320/6+ogos+08+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231933257152982018" border="0" /></a>Photo snap. Nabihah felt asleep after half an hour of screaming and resisting the live show at thebig screen, feeding time for all the sea creatures .<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4StAtW3dAp80PXJa4Xvg9rVr4ef_ZfQzcxzZmMw4b3M5DuTm32e9ghBOFCmB9A8yjcsoj1HtUhpCO0CRVlw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-30428074353469229922008-08-05T16:01:00.012+08:002008-12-11T00:58:24.812+08:00TRIP TO LANGKAWENApril 2008-After few months of planning, we went to Pulau Langkawen (Langkawi, Nabihah pronounces it as Langkawen). we took MAS package inclusive of elephant riding (which abg was very eager to bring his daughter) and stay at Eco Park Hotel (exactly at the side of Bukit Mat Cincang).<br /><br />nabihah really enjoyed herself during the stay. As we brought her to mandi air laut every evening. Initially she could not stand the sand and at last the sea became her spot. (Maklumle anak orang laut)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivWuhE5KwRYmI24V1uXA41vjugAF4YhTyDeUmwXL36tW6dlhMenF5krvLifp004tv_LtvrZtX4IQAnfaMoK6m9alU9rAOn2TKl3MggN1G8KBv55Ez2I6GlMusepAZIxt_LniVKdyjlIM/s1600-h/langkawen+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiivWuhE5KwRYmI24V1uXA41vjugAF4YhTyDeUmwXL36tW6dlhMenF5krvLifp004tv_LtvrZtX4IQAnfaMoK6m9alU9rAOn2TKl3MggN1G8KBv55Ez2I6GlMusepAZIxt_LniVKdyjlIM/s320/langkawen+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230942823944206562" border="0" /></a>In front of hotel. Nabihah took shower at Langkawi as we departed from KL at 8am and left the house at 5.50am<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoueIEmdvMNVaHJQfnewAg_z9SNQ0TgCvs4yTUXjHmyP0F-_RRYYcWTKvZGRhvR8XlZ5mv_LjLhgCmh9ndjcqzk_G6HokxyHtCdsDRr1ursX117LiiV4jNOEfkWvwtmMaeTfD2L16rGQ/s1600-h/langkawen+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoueIEmdvMNVaHJQfnewAg_z9SNQ0TgCvs4yTUXjHmyP0F-_RRYYcWTKvZGRhvR8XlZ5mv_LjLhgCmh9ndjcqzk_G6HokxyHtCdsDRr1ursX117LiiV4jNOEfkWvwtmMaeTfD2L16rGQ/s320/langkawen+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230944223292575090" border="0" /></a>At Pantai Cenang. Look at Nabihah's face. "Ibu...Nabihah geli la pasir ni..eee...eee"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRGW1EsJUCJRpni-1l3rrg2PFfwl9d3GOpVVUwqmF7rV8d_wTohGmr5d6BEkGjC3UJtzcjVvJj7ao1bYNYubfkQpDqhjJHHUSinsFOqianAW_EoyQRV4Lcu5VC_426iyFSpMqVm2vcFk/s1600-h/langkawen+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRGW1EsJUCJRpni-1l3rrg2PFfwl9d3GOpVVUwqmF7rV8d_wTohGmr5d6BEkGjC3UJtzcjVvJj7ao1bYNYubfkQpDqhjJHHUSinsFOqianAW_EoyQRV4Lcu5VC_426iyFSpMqVm2vcFk/s320/langkawen+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230945567481561666" border="0" /></a>At last...Nabihah cannot resist the sea water. Siap tepuk2 air lagi<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXPN9UJ5yJi1WBPZZ1cF-SIWK-RVww5tItpWC2MyPOVj9HLZavescd6utMZh1e0nIh2duu8Vy5atTcR9HWz_uo_rzhOnEQJ58ufxBaUN5uNwprhqOcHBMfUnMxihw7igTzznZWoLAjIQ/s1600-h/langkawen+024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXPN9UJ5yJi1WBPZZ1cF-SIWK-RVww5tItpWC2MyPOVj9HLZavescd6utMZh1e0nIh2duu8Vy5atTcR9HWz_uo_rzhOnEQJ58ufxBaUN5uNwprhqOcHBMfUnMxihw7igTzznZWoLAjIQ/s320/langkawen+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231217072631523922" border="0" /></a>At Rabbit Farm, just in fron of our room. Nabihah macam biasa, awalan geli but at last sampai semput semua arnab tu dikejarnya.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfVcNP7GUK8iKFyzr1RkCjRCYznl2L081V-vESQZQ-n7ElaHleJyDzZiP5sKZoaR5lKV3CLVLtKakfCyjuoyoxCaAkyoAyV0xZyJWHQh37iupuF5hX9DRqxLAE07ZthAd8yZ4BaFr5cE/s1600-h/langkawen+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfVcNP7GUK8iKFyzr1RkCjRCYznl2L081V-vESQZQ-n7ElaHleJyDzZiP5sKZoaR5lKV3CLVLtKakfCyjuoyoxCaAkyoAyV0xZyJWHQh37iupuF5hX9DRqxLAE07ZthAd8yZ4BaFr5cE/s320/langkawen+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231217846458865362" border="0" /></a>In the cable car (Nabihah pronounces it as Table Car). She behave accordingly sebab ada uncle naiki gondola yang sama. Pemalu betul anak dara ibu sorang ni.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscoRx4FkFpHZaGnkO5eMkAjG3M3x8IMtoZpxv__01Gh568ViTV8WMluCUKGMkRhzhoF67s2AaK9L0VRcDiTMiwXDOu_NKnEGqkN1-ys9EL92HQwm5uvQWzliL3hbrD61MFBF2GIYEac8/s1600-h/langkawen+036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscoRx4FkFpHZaGnkO5eMkAjG3M3x8IMtoZpxv__01Gh568ViTV8WMluCUKGMkRhzhoF67s2AaK9L0VRcDiTMiwXDOu_NKnEGqkN1-ys9EL92HQwm5uvQWzliL3hbrD61MFBF2GIYEac8/s320/langkawen+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231223802277186674" border="0" /></a>At the peak of Bukit Mat Cincang<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJlgRkMnZEyzORr1tqWeedCKI9IxtzR2R0gtGUdLY-ImtvrFvSn2OA5w2RPJuW-KZBOGUTmkSVAjNuT-8BTXTfaRTzVzSnQohHr9nmjjnePuRznZds1IPXUFWbOgHSghtGzs2Zwu17NA/s1600-h/langkawen+070.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJlgRkMnZEyzORr1tqWeedCKI9IxtzR2R0gtGUdLY-ImtvrFvSn2OA5w2RPJuW-KZBOGUTmkSVAjNuT-8BTXTfaRTzVzSnQohHr9nmjjnePuRznZds1IPXUFWbOgHSghtGzs2Zwu17NA/s320/langkawen+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224742410397890" border="0" /></a>Elephant ride, tgk elephant kat belkang tu..tengah tunggu abah nabihah bag makan pisang. As a token for his service to us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4w2RUEqiHfO_e-zc2FPSRvS3jGACv0ElUootFXHCFwXJAZ2aE6V8RXzoH-W5-YVLHRErck_onD1ELP3UbGRaBlzYcm5-H75xKzveSWn0zoyhQxfj7OSEeEP9NTkknTkSdy5ZsGXButm0/s1600-h/langkawen+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4w2RUEqiHfO_e-zc2FPSRvS3jGACv0ElUootFXHCFwXJAZ2aE6V8RXzoH-W5-YVLHRErck_onD1ELP3UbGRaBlzYcm5-H75xKzveSWn0zoyhQxfj7OSEeEP9NTkknTkSdy5ZsGXButm0/s320/langkawen+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231227155916014306" border="0" /></a>At Langkawi Bird Park. All the birds look like statue but it was the real bird maaa. Nabihah macam biasa masuk kereta ada aircond terus tidur. Gambar ini diambil sebab nanti nak tunjuk dekat dia all those birds. She really likes animals, like abah dia lah.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBO9V4eTnaH5UarZeAyZzGw2Uay7cssmPug8zrynEdA1VOBtvgIUmkMKcebCDWWIxoIALqA77vQYbmwsUPnBM-nHHKUo_OvOXGBVlkIcfFLU0pr-T_oXeC0tWRYLM_A-JBTKv_CVJ0Hg/s1600-h/langkawen+108.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBO9V4eTnaH5UarZeAyZzGw2Uay7cssmPug8zrynEdA1VOBtvgIUmkMKcebCDWWIxoIALqA77vQYbmwsUPnBM-nHHKUo_OvOXGBVlkIcfFLU0pr-T_oXeC0tWRYLM_A-JBTKv_CVJ0Hg/s320/langkawen+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231228560869387762" border="0" /></a>Taman Buaya. The shows were very fantatic. Steve Erwing (betulke ejaan nih?) pun tak leh buat cam tu.saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-6035067976884340442008-08-05T13:56:00.004+08:002008-12-11T00:58:25.162+08:00AL FATIHAH7 March 2008 (Friday)- When I was having counseling session, K izan knocked on my door, she received call from Nyah saying that opa had passed away. I burst into tears badly as we have planned to visit opah tomorrow after my class at UM. Opah left us at the age of 77. after she spent 1 week at Hospital Besar Ipoh.<br /><br />Teringat kenangan bersama-sama opah..banyak ..Opah bukanlah seorang yg banyak bercakap..dia lebih banyak berdiam dan bercakap yang perlu..tetapi cara opah ketawa akan kami ingati sampai bila-bila. Kami gelar ketawa opah macam bunyi ayam berketak.. (Sori opah)<br /><br />The most toching part..opah was able to spend at least 9days at her new room which mak renovated specially for opah. siap ada tempat amik wudu' dan toilet dalam bilik opah. Memetik kata emak..opah commented...Uuuuiii, emponenye embang. At least opah merasa gak dok bilik dia.<br /><br />Dan sampai sekarang di kepala katil opah..mak ada tampal tarikh kematian opah dan setiap kali terpandangkan itu..hati aku jadi sayu.. Walupun tak sempat menziarah opah dan di kubur pun kami sampai seusai bacaan talkin, doa kami sentiasa mengiringi opah. Amin... Bahagialah opah di sana opah.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYs8Ind3Noyv87qateHydO8O71jHEm4cfdgT02GDLKKn29Ij30IkWW6-sdT9nh5yRHwNGMZfl78edcJotrlZyZ3CF3nJJrhtDT71jTEa65Q6j0hCkRSJC_zD7JtDNlhd9z5IvAAWdFiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2352.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYs8Ind3Noyv87qateHydO8O71jHEm4cfdgT02GDLKKn29Ij30IkWW6-sdT9nh5yRHwNGMZfl78edcJotrlZyZ3CF3nJJrhtDT71jTEa65Q6j0hCkRSJC_zD7JtDNlhd9z5IvAAWdFiQ/s320/IMG_2352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230912005670552386" border="0" /></a>Syawal 2007. Gambor terakhir opah dgn kami sekeluarga. Tak sangka itu merupakan syawal terakhir bersama opah. Dan mak macam biasa akan sentiasa tangkap gambor bersebelahan dgn opah. Mak akan cakap.."mak nak tangkap gambor dekat dengan mak mak"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1SVowhRuGYBr_U2dGquIRUpCQzzxGGaiSzE8gq6r9jPrDKUSxQDh9LrkTAwlhLga9hnM0YoQ-6k2dWciMtqJkTKNiGekqfURRgz7xjwsJmT_RgZCIEoZbkr6LYCSbohHZlz0TiXW5MU/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1SVowhRuGYBr_U2dGquIRUpCQzzxGGaiSzE8gq6r9jPrDKUSxQDh9LrkTAwlhLga9hnM0YoQ-6k2dWciMtqJkTKNiGekqfURRgz7xjwsJmT_RgZCIEoZbkr6LYCSbohHZlz0TiXW5MU/s320/DSC01476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231212266445552386" border="0" /></a>Nabihah was crying when onyang wanted to hold her. But it was during her 1st year. (picture taken when she was 1 year++). But since opah stayed with mak at Kuala Kangsar, every time when we went back, she was really amused to see onyang in her room. Onyang always teased Nabihah.. "Nabihah meh dekat onyang..onyang ada car ni..Nabihah car..car" and Nabihah will always smiles back to her.<br /><br />And now, every time we pass by any graveyard Nabihah will say.."Ibu...tempat onyang...sian onyang mati..onyang sakit". whatever it is, memories with opah will remain with us forever. Buat opah.. berehat lah opah di sana..opah tak payah takut lagi...aminsaibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-31538244176391667422008-08-05T13:29:00.002+08:002008-08-05T13:49:45.489+08:00HOLIDAY AT HOSPITAL26 July 2008-I was warded for the second time in my life. I started to vomit, diarrhea and my temperature went up. Early in the morning after the breakfast I was about to rush to my class at UM. Abg had consoled me few times of not going. But I determined to go as I had a presentation. At last, looking at my condition abg agreed to send me to Um but he wanted me to attend only for 1 hour.<br /><br />But as it mentioned in Al Quran, husband is always aula in wife's life..I just cannot move my body. thus instead of going to class abg decided to bring me to the Clinic. Abg left me for his training with a bundle of medication (waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. I just hate taking medicine).<br /><br />12pm I started to vomit and I didn't realize that Nabihah did not take her lunch yet. Until she said, "Ibu..nak honey stars and air coklat"..Alaa..siannye anak ibu. I was half conscious at that particular time. I rang abg several times and urged him to come back. Luckily this week his SOJT was in KL. I just cannot imagine if this happended during his tour to aother places. Nauzubillah.<br /><br />Abg reached home at 5pm. and I continued vomitting until Maghrib. It was almost 30 times ++ I went to toilet . I pleaded abg to bring me to hospital.<br /><br />At 8pm we reached Ampang Puteri. The doctor asked me "Ada bawa beg baju tak?" the moment she examined me. at least her laugh made me a little bit stronger. after that ward 547, Ampang Puteri Specialist was my home for 5 days.<br /><br />Alhamdulillah Nabihah managed to control herself. People kept on asking who take care of her..luckily she was the one who willingly to go home with abah. Every day when she came and visited me she would say..."Ibu tinggal pistal (hospital) tau. Nabihah nak balik dgn abah. Ibu jangan cry tau. Babai ibu" How cute she is...Itulah anak-anak, sering membuatkan kita tersenyum dan menggembirakan kita..and one thing..nabihah was very excited to see the nurse taking my blood sample. Sian cakap dekat nurse tu..."Nabihah nak tengok boleh tak??" Yet ibu did not have any courage even to turn my face to the syringe.<br /><br />Untuk abg, thank you for taking a good care of me during my hospitalization. and thank you for being a responsible father to our petite little daughter. To Nabihah..thank you for behaving so well when ibu was not around. You are such a wonderful daughter to ibu and abah.saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-70297126159424352242008-07-25T14:31:00.007+08:002008-12-11T00:58:25.803+08:00NABIHAH"S SPORTS DAY24th May 2008 (Sat)-Today is Nabihah's Sports DAy. Nahihah & her friends have been practicing since the past 4 weeks. Everyday teacher evalutes on her progress on the Hookey Pookey performance. Ibu was really excited to see her performing in front of the crowd.<br /><br />Nabihah was very excited sharing her rehersal day with atuk and opah who came to KL purposely to see Nabihah take parts in several events in sports.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaloKQesxOsN8lLcmcII9VrmEusmDqL9u1ScTT4BVMVSHNtYDHwWriyEaYgD4Xkm3Pqu-JeOz5ppqZV2Yr2We-h69ktPjGSqV5uRQPfx5ncwYgNI7wcmx4UoI0k0CyzpBBfn4hQFZHokI/s1600-h/23+may+2008+070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaloKQesxOsN8lLcmcII9VrmEusmDqL9u1ScTT4BVMVSHNtYDHwWriyEaYgD4Xkm3Pqu-JeOz5ppqZV2Yr2We-h69ktPjGSqV5uRQPfx5ncwYgNI7wcmx4UoI0k0CyzpBBfn4hQFZHokI/s320/23+may+2008+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226842897053813154" border="0" /></a>Waiting for her turn for Puzzle Fun event. maybe she was too tired of waiting too long. Thats why she cannot focus to her game,perhaps.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Iz0ruCLkoi9NLSGmEFnqoFWBe7erDSJ-hiKtvZZczNtDTB2b0GXWfDBwwqlxAQw9617MfxVv1QGP0Muuzh8Y8JJk7mDyPrGH61tZozqSmSrV3ARGvnWnuWXG02H4AiQkaVQntaVLbV0/s1600-h/sports+day+baby+2008+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Iz0ruCLkoi9NLSGmEFnqoFWBe7erDSJ-hiKtvZZczNtDTB2b0GXWfDBwwqlxAQw9617MfxVv1QGP0Muuzh8Y8JJk7mDyPrGH61tZozqSmSrV3ARGvnWnuWXG02H4AiQkaVQntaVLbV0/s320/sports+day+baby+2008+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226837765510627762" border="0" /></a>Nabihah with her Hookep Pookey team. She was stunned to see the big crowd. And all ibu's expectation was correct. She was stiffed in front of new faces. Very shy little cute girl..this trait she really inherits from her abah..and not from ibu.. what ever it is..ibu and abah are pround of you...for at least you have tried your best to get involved with this activity...and get socialized with other friends..Luv u Nabihah<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvWWUvy6ttWo5lgrV26BcCsMv5FMVZGxQmOqwLIqKJv7eudzCZAisvwD75Cn5Md3puHsj0ykEVXoCs7ru_YLoFX358SSodhJ8gA6TdEbzv-m4lJL0HcL9mZ9ucSy664TFVID9biLyCE8/s1600-h/sports+day+baby+2008+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvWWUvy6ttWo5lgrV26BcCsMv5FMVZGxQmOqwLIqKJv7eudzCZAisvwD75Cn5Md3puHsj0ykEVXoCs7ru_YLoFX358SSodhJ8gA6TdEbzv-m4lJL0HcL9mZ9ucSy664TFVID9biLyCE8/s320/sports+day+baby+2008+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226838931446104610" border="0" /></a>Nabihah with abah receiving prize for parents' event. Abah got the 2nd place for father's event. Yet ibu did not manage to get any place in mother's game. For this year Nabihah did nnot get any place in her event..pity Nabihah..but whatever it is...she did try her very best and at least she lernt new skills on doing puzzle. we try next time my dear...<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRHopuLD0f6LtgdF3nNEmnNb54rby0uk4yf1DZQDrBjKmK7W8yruhogjQs5QhSLtFBzeYMn7NE5hpjt09rmA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-44103687033769839142008-07-24T14:09:00.004+08:002008-12-11T00:58:25.950+08:00SPORTS DAY TRAINING DAY14 May 2008- Counting days for Nabihah's Sports Day. Ibu ambushed her at Female Sports Complex. She was really excited boarding the bus together with all her friends. Ibu really respect all the teachers who managed to control the kids..very cute maaa when you can only see their half head on the bus. Let us share Nabihah's picture 'jumping' from the bus<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwpJZA_ylJ7FwMQB6h1K6GWYcIX9hqPyKxA0bATU7KN9DIX2sz8JziXf1Fr8XimIMnmbQqZ2UJvGz5H6TrerA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfSv6umtymLpB4QH_Z8fEwywL7wSOF2H7fqdRkCgl6EBmnBkzcIJuaWNbJ-LK5-d0kvFsDQat_hKPYd63qsKWx2gOcQ6Ll8UnIRVM1dUWpvEaC3bFCK7ZFbcX34_C2K4rn4XJy9Eka3Y/s1600-h/23+may+2008+064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfSv6umtymLpB4QH_Z8fEwywL7wSOF2H7fqdRkCgl6EBmnBkzcIJuaWNbJ-LK5-d0kvFsDQat_hKPYd63qsKWx2gOcQ6Ll8UnIRVM1dUWpvEaC3bFCK7ZFbcX34_C2K4rn4XJy9Eka3Y/s320/23+may+2008+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226462358306782626" border="0" /></a>Nabihah was very amused upon reaching the sports complex. She had to queue up with her friends for rehearsal session. When she saw the other friend enjoying themselves in Hookey Pookey dance, she cried to join them. Ibu had to calm her down and had a slow talk with teacher to allow her to join the club. well..we see her performance during the Sports Daysaibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-2388973740727028232008-07-22T13:35:00.005+08:002008-12-11T00:58:27.482+08:00NABIHAH'S 2nd BIRTHDAY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEwtvFjzjfr70CcuV7vzgVgk2zCJV8y3U8BkhsJs2w3UfI0I-lDLZ1xbnGrGiJN6AhNIZO1zyjip_O2o5-AajmJ52m0047rXbIPpjDUOpRg3-7IbXYMbyoBf1w0NwlhVXS6KK0bfw594/s1600-h/DSC08263.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEwtvFjzjfr70CcuV7vzgVgk2zCJV8y3U8BkhsJs2w3UfI0I-lDLZ1xbnGrGiJN6AhNIZO1zyjip_O2o5-AajmJ52m0047rXbIPpjDUOpRg3-7IbXYMbyoBf1w0NwlhVXS6KK0bfw594/s320/DSC08263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225709912930802562" border="0" /></a><br />17th Dec 2007-Nabihah celebrated her 2nd birthday 3 days earlier because her birthday this year falls on Hari Raya Qurban. So ibu planned her birthday to be celebrated eailier with her friends at IIUM Nursery. Ibu had prepared some party packs for all her classmates and bought some chocolate cake From JJ wangsa Maju. All the kids enjoyed the simple party as on that day coincidently they celebrated few birthday parties. Happy birthday Nabihah..manja ibu dan abah<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2FfKQhRwrOJK68RzK8yF0FhjiyenWcQ72p9TUhy-YILaFMgeJBuimXeRSXiQYbtpc5g_X2AVSt6VLvs8UIjyYXaY3vI2Kw-B3N1NmsSlwtlQ6xwIFDovgCjn_ie36K1cNMkqK2JZEd4/s1600-h/DSC08264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii2FfKQhRwrOJK68RzK8yF0FhjiyenWcQ72p9TUhy-YILaFMgeJBuimXeRSXiQYbtpc5g_X2AVSt6VLvs8UIjyYXaY3vI2Kw-B3N1NmsSlwtlQ6xwIFDovgCjn_ie36K1cNMkqK2JZEd4/s320/DSC08264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226457837421974610" border="0" /></a><br />Ini pulak gambar Nabihah and friens at nursery. Celebrating her 2nd birthday with teacher Yuzi and another teacher. Every body was quite gloomy as they just woke up from sleep. Waiting for their tea time and take bath before waiting for their parents.<br /><br />20 Dec 2007-Hari Raya Qurban. We had to celebrate 2 occasions far away from neither of our kg in Kuala Kangsar nor Manjung. Abang had to work the next day since he has to replace his boss the 2nd day of Raya Quran. So, ibu abah, and baby Nabihah had our lemang and rendang at our rumah sewa la. Sedih juga tapi tak delah sedih sangat sebab petangnya kami bawa Nabihah celebrate birthday dia kat Mc D Wangsa Maju. Nah...sambutan kedua harijadi Nabihah untuk tahun ini.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='308' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKMX1ATug9yOVjWYNRuye3cINEMOq33_Vj1GeubG8nR5N9qkFw9C2wt_g5aJVgPujqnz9X3cgUedyKiqh2nw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />25 Dec 2007-The same day with Tok's birthday. we celebrated 2 birthdays on that day..tok 56th birthday and Nabihah. Dont be surprised, this is the second time Nabihah crying during her birthday celebration. Every body gathered at the small party conducted by opah. Tok and tokwan also joined the party at Kuala Kangsar..Nabihah..promise to ibu this year you will not cry again...Mana tak menangis...sibuk main dgn sepupu2 ibu yang sama umur dgn dia. Nabihah was really amused and delighted with their present at opah's house.<br /><br />Nabihah deary...moga menjadi anak solehah..yang berjaya dunia akhirat dan mendoakan ibu and abah di sana nanti..aminnn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjgUzS-Vz57T5eom7qXqeLg2_8vsvDS7IIfXA_fvGfYPneNTvPnkdKYe0WkDyGELZgTYJprLeaN9cvokERv-2PJjRm4GQRNDJaOdLGIIT9JYHdHOonL-3LnAC-BMfaO1vRSD269fK4As/s1600-h/DSC08324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjgUzS-Vz57T5eom7qXqeLg2_8vsvDS7IIfXA_fvGfYPneNTvPnkdKYe0WkDyGELZgTYJprLeaN9cvokERv-2PJjRm4GQRNDJaOdLGIIT9JYHdHOonL-3LnAC-BMfaO1vRSD269fK4As/s320/DSC08324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225756862272829074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nabihah just woke up from sleep..Jeling2 dekat kek tu dl. Last2 abah dan ibu yang potong kek. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0pG_O7FO5mObMwfdVG3etyK8gU1jdfqkUOSDJFMvrZ3KQ_466sruBLfLX5s4O4jOiaTpSFN0rafHrmHZObKby4p0mKJdJKRSoyX86ZOfiQ1vJOoM16c3JpT34NHfdFADEgjnt4388fM/s1600-h/DSC08319.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0pG_O7FO5mObMwfdVG3etyK8gU1jdfqkUOSDJFMvrZ3KQ_466sruBLfLX5s4O4jOiaTpSFN0rafHrmHZObKby4p0mKJdJKRSoyX86ZOfiQ1vJOoM16c3JpT34NHfdFADEgjnt4388fM/s320/DSC08319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225757315282695474" border="0" /></a>Nabihah's birthday cake.This year theme is orange (Nabihah said:onage). Last year was pink. For 3rd birthday nak color ape lak ek??Naik cair lilin tunggu Nabihah bangun dari tidur. Tiup le cepat sayang<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2W9mE7RyYPDbk599d6Ji5MhUsV6c2cYIl_GquCnm5eUa7z0_e9LSR0qjZIGWIS5_FMY1Tnq0i0GfD0xuQ-A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-11304771054912903652008-07-18T15:58:00.000+08:002008-12-11T00:58:27.689+08:001 SYAWAL 1428H<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKev-Epl15MspuhodEwxRLoF3QHm7zSHU6_tpgsusELfGJh2uqLJZg0y_M5gYi-yMDxurHX5283a9CJ0Kv4PSHuuBUnZF-9v81aWvVUKIk9e09vgV_Uxw9N-MURwOZQR6phbgkWKAX0PA/s1600-h/1+syawal.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224261805984876114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKev-Epl15MspuhodEwxRLoF3QHm7zSHU6_tpgsusELfGJh2uqLJZg0y_M5gYi-yMDxurHX5283a9CJ0Kv4PSHuuBUnZF-9v81aWvVUKIk9e09vgV_Uxw9N-MURwOZQR6phbgkWKAX0PA/s320/1+syawal.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzW0feiyrxXut107CQ3qyUz9wR9HWY6jtsVSo7FXaSj-vk6Zbu47LdHhFTU7EPhHvIMmABxr5eTpFT7JgjmvOJiSnzkUhludwUgKsf5McFpEVl4OaSXMVKMuyLEPfedNyH-boSaFx4zk/s1600-h/IMG_2314.jpg"></a>1 Syawal 1428H. at 3 am ibu woke up realizing that baby had a fever. Ibu and abah gave medication to baby immediately. Thus, baby woke up late that morning made ibu left baby with uminyah & umiyang. Ibu & abah left for eid prayer. Pity baby. During picture taking event baby was very in unstable condition as she was not feeling very well. Sikit-sikit nangis..Sikit-sikit nak nyah & yang. Even during taking pictures she did not want to be with ibu but nyah and yang..merajuk kena tinggal lah tu...Whatever it is..hari raya is more meaningful with our little Nabihah. Keletah dah makin banyak.Akal pun dah panjang.As in this picture, only ibu and abah gave the cutest pose but baby still not in the mood. actually this picture taken after nenen maaa. 2 months to go before baby celebrate her 2nd birthday. Hope she will not cry as she did during her 1st birthday.</div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-13998925744130336972008-07-18T15:56:00.000+08:002008-12-11T00:58:27.912+08:00BABY'S SPORTS DAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBRhzUujdHSCmCsoCTVw1nuMoEwJmnMB7Oo5zfzbZ-kzObnhe06as349DdTqqbJvLrJ20jvPKVlDh_7ALEQai1T-_3vOKhHhK_KF2MOUMjhqCQQ0SNZtAkZ_sj-wpX7H7F7xwXrNWkhg/s1600-h/Sports_Day_Baby_003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224263794504604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoBRhzUujdHSCmCsoCTVw1nuMoEwJmnMB7Oo5zfzbZ-kzObnhe06as349DdTqqbJvLrJ20jvPKVlDh_7ALEQai1T-_3vOKhHhK_KF2MOUMjhqCQQ0SNZtAkZ_sj-wpX7H7F7xwXrNWkhg/s320/Sports_Day_Baby_003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsn3eBPHwr3tWX3RU4VfQ72lJcJpFR955ZHzy2SOSnpJrHrmmZpkd34s7mAvMnBAKfU2R1ecHs4zEREeEk08yWnQMBnVxxgwBE37LJpXdYTQ5wbgtsz9wyKJIEx9MBigdhu8fW9_flAQI/s1600-h/Sports+Day+Baby+003.jpg"></a>May 2007-Today is baby's Sports Day. Baby took part in event entitled 'Mama Oh Mama' and she got 3rd place. That's my girl! Baby needed to run to ibu as ibu was waiting for baby at the other end, yet ibu had to wear mask so that baby could not recognize ibu easily. But, baby was too excited to go to ibu. Even before the time baby was 'ngelitin-ngelitin' to run. just after the whistle blown baby was a little bit puzzled and stunned for a while, but she managed to finish the relay and got 3rd place. Ibu & abah are proud of your achievement baby. Hopefully there will be more great achievements in the future...amin..While waiting in the waiting area baby was one amongst the others who did not cry. She was very busy looking around and tried to console her friends. ..'Don't cry laaa, fiends today is our sports day' Cutenye tengok baby polish her social skills and her charismatic attributes is very obvious. now she really likes to mingle with others..sayang anak ibu.</div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-51250835336305051192008-07-18T15:55:00.002+08:002008-12-11T00:58:28.109+08:00NABIHAH'S 1ST BIRTHDAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNmIdUOjmzQEVv5SuMIAjZhg3eRu8Hs1qwyLxUDU4VFeBdhEww_3HQ893aYwFaRawDLycHMz_HwpTm2GEhHWUGvCGTKa22hHpVQUvWhfRvS8iwvFp_irI0Cter-RllxRCqkCG0lUqJoA/s1600-h/nabihah+1st+bday.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224263641390664082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNmIdUOjmzQEVv5SuMIAjZhg3eRu8Hs1qwyLxUDU4VFeBdhEww_3HQ893aYwFaRawDLycHMz_HwpTm2GEhHWUGvCGTKa22hHpVQUvWhfRvS8iwvFp_irI0Cter-RllxRCqkCG0lUqJoA/s320/nabihah+1st+bday.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjay49q-hC-mZpDcQFCQ5LZo4O9VPg8uKhYqXTNSViblxlctiZb6dytFOoq-kAgow2QxQTG2_Z4J2t5Tc0tjJIbhYco-gJkZY6R31BZ8prQudMNtdEULnHkoZqYS00AjO7lGjYDRsA3zCY/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"></a>20th Dec 2006-'happy birthday to you, sannah hilwah ya jamilah..."Nabihah celebrated her 1st birthday with all her friends at IIC I-Care. Everybody was so excited to see her birthday cake except her. Nabihah was crying when her friends started to sing the birthday song. It was her attitude whenever she listened to bising2. She was like having a great shocked. She just couldn't be in crowd. Nabihah got many presents and enjoyed the party there. In fact, it was her first and last party celebrated at I-Care IIC. Ibu owed much to teachers at IIC.Teacher Syila, teacher Sue, Teacher Yana, Teacher Ati, Teacher Jaja, and all teachers at I-Care, your hands had molded my daughtter, ibu owed you guys a lot. But it was during that time, nowadays Nabihah likes to be i crowd as she develops her social skills tremendously after 5 months in UIA nursery. Abah is very glad to see her development. She learns a lot and a very fast learner. Abah really adore her. As for now, Nabihah always warns her abah whenever abah wanted to come closer to her. She will say, "Abah..no..cannot" while moving her index finger right and left. It is sooooo cute seeing her doing that. Hilang penat ibu and abah satu hari tengok keletah anak ibu yg manja & bijak ni... </div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-29892399493050389282008-07-18T15:55:00.001+08:002008-12-11T00:58:29.169+08:00MY FIRST ATTEMPT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmEiZRhfFhwzlOgKr2Px5VTERdSmJE2oQLcgqGOneJKF0BawSpzdwLpF2PPV2CZFMdbKXh8YLp4z7FDRaaX_ZdFQSuD3EW-H3fVkoulIsXNBhvckqriB0QhTmLjvrjcS5dDPrxlVyAtI/s1600-h/my+first+attemp.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224263431305991634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmEiZRhfFhwzlOgKr2Px5VTERdSmJE2oQLcgqGOneJKF0BawSpzdwLpF2PPV2CZFMdbKXh8YLp4z7FDRaaX_ZdFQSuD3EW-H3fVkoulIsXNBhvckqriB0QhTmLjvrjcS5dDPrxlVyAtI/s320/my+first+attemp.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFY-0-2bMo9jmKE5rh4nupujArB-WTiArkhpqSYO041E0OolTACIvKYIH-TXBmjMTZcOQMq_udWKJZuXUY1AJklXvTbSXtzf6uTQi_6nUCGIJWL5JrmYf_1rz2JHUWQ2JBgYL7B6vL38/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"></a>At the age of three month Nabihah attempted to menerap. No wonder she was a little bit crying a lot few days before. Nak menerap rupanya. Nabihah develops certain skills a little bit late if compared with her other friends. Just talking skill she developed much earlier than others</div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-6063001772677464262008-07-18T15:52:00.002+08:002008-12-11T00:58:29.557+08:002ND VISIT TO HOSPITAL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNb5uIacvvN5E6zEBYg_gZmCIr8WZwTB1mK11J1kmNoJ18jxVdQGwsJsQFLLWXlS66s7R4I4VtNUeil385Vwe0-1SirwBfb6OuIfQThB7ZD_NbPEZ-LvGqqAljAh2003Rifm5b5lsPDr4/s1600-h/2nd+visit.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224263242687654850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNb5uIacvvN5E6zEBYg_gZmCIr8WZwTB1mK11J1kmNoJ18jxVdQGwsJsQFLLWXlS66s7R4I4VtNUeil385Vwe0-1SirwBfb6OuIfQThB7ZD_NbPEZ-LvGqqAljAh2003Rifm5b5lsPDr4/s320/2nd+visit.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Y73_FzxFK8PmDh2ZZlx_8d5WG5KvTshLea2KdVUmIzEd4ZAeUOt7yEbc6N4842CdUqGVJtckdI9WeoUrwcZNR1_sgOeCLlMa9JHrQmMfEAKbDpCquo8bYabVTnlh9mwW6ezpiZVEgHs/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"></a>April 2006-At the age of 4 & half month baby warded. Once again she became the 'dweller' of Ampang Puteri. This time baby was admitted at pediatric ward. Baby only coughed for 3 consecutive days. Ibu took baby to panel clinic, doctor said she was ok. But on the 4th day when ibu brought baby to see her pediatrician, she recommended baby to be warded as baby was suspected to have bronchiolitis. Ibu & abah was stunned as it was the 1st time they heard about that. Baby had to undergo several treatments such as medication, physiotherapy and suction. In fact, suction was the most dramatic part for ibu. Ibu did not have any idea of the treatment. The 1st time ibu accompanied baby at the treatment room for suction, ibu cried badly, uncontrollable. Umiyang & Umi mek who were there at that cannot bare it as well until umiyang dream of baby. Ibu never taught suction would be very bad condition for baby. Ibu just could not see baby crying aloud with all her body covered with blanket. Ibu felt as ibu was a very mean mother. Hancur hati ibu tengok baby menjerit2 dalam blanket kena suction.Ooo God, please forgive me. Baby had to undergo 2 times of suction everyday and every 6 hours of nabulizer. The last slot for suction ibu asked abah to hold baby as ibu was deeply touched & emotionally instable to see baby in that condition. Baby ibu was so sorry could not help you get out from the blanket, after all, ibu did it for your own benefits. Only God knows how ibu felt that time.</div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-35921025368228258692008-07-18T15:52:00.001+08:002008-12-11T00:58:30.577+08:0023 Dec 2005<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx9oiJuW3EvpcTfGRwfIy1DDEYagyhWUw4EgdueIFC95OmnjUc9mu3lSyDKqelJCasg08TeA49SwDVQsFcp0jp0j9BprkdS5Bfx52EEgShWxWGzgUIMDlKKAd_usetEL22Dv1rdUoXq4/s1600-h/23rd+dec+2005.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224263098275210226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx9oiJuW3EvpcTfGRwfIy1DDEYagyhWUw4EgdueIFC95OmnjUc9mu3lSyDKqelJCasg08TeA49SwDVQsFcp0jp0j9BprkdS5Bfx52EEgShWxWGzgUIMDlKKAd_usetEL22Dv1rdUoXq4/s320/23rd+dec+2005.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtk08658IPez9xmXXJJdhGphRRrUeHHv29-rV0nSk1ftQj1nYIQ4tHm7BnqRU0aN9dewSDQAqLTd8vnLzE2ZKv0tvYkOCia5jNUvSCm4OrWS09IwugFXdkaPx_uG2ZYti5IWztuKmIUI4/s1600-h/Teka+mcm+muka+sape+baby+ni.JPG"></a>At last baby got back to ibu. Thanks God. Mmm. this place sounds familiar to me...Ibu..baby dont want to go anywhere else, just beside you. Agak2 le kan..if people see tis face, would they know who is the father??Ok make a guess, baby is taking after who's face?? There is a big trade mark there...hehehe.Ibu after this we are going to balik kg is it??Al...we are going to be away from abah...sian abah alone in Kl. Ibu pun alone at kg..but luckily ibu has baby. baby tak banyak kerenah pon</div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005493681155901904.post-16814480386899045662008-07-18T15:51:00.001+08:002008-12-11T00:58:30.774+08:00CUKUR RAMBUT-27 Dec 2005<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f86LqvVCWDf71hA8i-s8FCs1oWooov_xcDXyXz0I0HVgqTZhotwC-3OtAKI8wu0F3tr8ECSFKHIqvLoMQ5gKeYNJRT8YCGiRPqxwno66EzilRlgXXSMSvDuskQVQK6NIJB5oyUv2E54/s1600-h/cukur+rambut.jpeg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224262726103859954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3f86LqvVCWDf71hA8i-s8FCs1oWooov_xcDXyXz0I0HVgqTZhotwC-3OtAKI8wu0F3tr8ECSFKHIqvLoMQ5gKeYNJRT8YCGiRPqxwno66EzilRlgXXSMSvDuskQVQK6NIJB5oyUv2E54/s320/cukur+rambut.jpeg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWY9-jphrhG6ZXJvtEVZmAX2gF9Utr6dcYnOVpFCZvGYu6z3XVen8mJ9PtjORsbnmxcjrxMBbgRnJGE85Sc7ID2IMaTyzji149ZL_6d-c8PMGDuDxfhU0N652Rd4RPz6AnG2uv9382OcA/s1600-h/Hari+ke7+baby+berukur.JPG"></a>27 Dec 2005-Baby had her cukur rambut. Tok nyang did it for baby. Luckily baby fall asleep again. Perhaps she wanted to cover back her stayed up moment previous nite. Pity tok.And every time tok was accompanying ibu at nite, he would say "baik2..takut anak lemas susu." and he would sit together with ibu prohibiting totally ibu to breastfeed baby while lying down. sian tok, the next day he has to work and take care of ibu again. As ipah's turn would start at 10.00am everyday. Tok had to take turn with ibu to take care of baby. Luckily baby has not too much kerenah.Since baby slept the whole day but awake at nite. Opah's turn only during day time, as opah could not stayed up at nite. When abah saw baby's head he called baby "shaolin abah..."Everybody who was there at the moment astonished as baby did not cry. As for ibu's time opah said ibu would shout very loud until even neighbors from next kampung could heard it. Mmmm..perhaps baby imitate abah's behavior during his childhood. Ala..anak abah kan....Sukalah abah tu... </div>saibidinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13545717628676338400noreply@blogger.com0