<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130</id><updated>2011-08-03T07:06:37.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shasha's PhotoJournal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-9095598635314565844</id><published>2009-08-30T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:18:38.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit us at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;font size=4&gt; 7shasha7.onsugar.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-9095598635314565844?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9095598635314565844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9095598635314565844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9095598635314565844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-7388094625581906660</id><published>2009-06-22T00:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:05:03.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and Baby Adam's Holi Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Aisyah, Baby Adam, their Mama and Abah went on their yearly trip to Tanjong Jara. This time round, though, they brought along Jiddah and Halah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car journey was very long but Baby Adam was very very well-behaved. He only stirred for his milk and once satisfied, went back to sleep. Aisyah too slept and only woke up during pit stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5gtJ_XkNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E-lyY7Oxsn4/s1600-h/P1070940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5gtJ_XkNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E-lyY7Oxsn4/s320/P1070940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349819736254812370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5hvJGXaeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gv27J70GFsI/s1600-h/P1070955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5hvJGXaeI/AAAAAAAAAPU/gv27J70GFsI/s320/P1070955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349820869887093218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours and hours of driving by Abah, they finally reached their destination. While they waited for the second room to be ready, Aisyah gave a guided tour to her Halah. She knew where everything was and what there was to see and do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, they rested (it was a looong drive, remember?). They had lunch overlooking the sea and then went for a massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5iWTG-RdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3nBb_cGfZwE/s1600-h/P6160349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5iWTG-RdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3nBb_cGfZwE/s320/P6160349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349821542588892626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5jB4zYC1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/DnUf_xM3hF4/s1600-h/P6160279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5jB4zYC1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/DnUf_xM3hF4/s320/P6160279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349822291441617746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah and Baby Adam then swam in the pool. It was Baby Adam's first time in the pool. He was apprehensive initially but after a few minutes, warmed up to the idea of having his body soaked. It was so fun to see him coo and gurgle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj87cT0RBbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/87O7SYFa84k/s1600-h/P1080047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj87cT0RBbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/87O7SYFa84k/s320/P1080047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350060239881307570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj88pkofK_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zA_zFYpDi7Q/s1600-h/P1080053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj88pkofK_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/zA_zFYpDi7Q/s320/P1080053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350061567245233138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, they went out to shop for batik. When they went back to the resort, again they lounged and ate and ate and ate. Baby Adam, thankfully, slept during their meal times so his Mama was very happy to be able to eat in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SliUtQ77MnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HoaeqpNVVYg/s1600-h/P1080214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SliUtQ77MnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/HoaeqpNVVYg/s320/P1080214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357195262118539890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to leave the lovely resort and head to the city. On the last day, the night journey again was rather peaceful. Baby Adam's Mama felt that her baby really roughed it out on the trip. He could endure hours of bumpy car and stroller rides, be changed at the strangest of places when there were no nursing rooms available, be fed from the strangest positions in the strangest of places, slept in unfamiliar territory and spent hours outdoors open to the elements. Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a very pleasant trip and Aisyah and her brother had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-7388094625581906660?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7388094625581906660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/aisyah-and-baby-adams-holi-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7388094625581906660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7388094625581906660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/aisyah-and-baby-adams-holi-holiday.html' title='Aisyah and Baby Adam&apos;s Holi Holiday'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sj5gtJ_XkNI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E-lyY7Oxsn4/s72-c/P1070940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1360359275713992330</id><published>2009-06-04T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:33:44.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday evening, Aisyah and her Mama went to her Mama's cousin's wedding dinner. Aisyah had a good time there. She loves weddings and especially looking at the beautiful brides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, she was very cheeky and used her napkin as a scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicgpDTdsiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Bfjdebj7wG4/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicgpDTdsiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Bfjdebj7wG4/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275372532052514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She wanted to take a picture with the couple when nobody was doing so then.She even managed to take a photo with her Great Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sicg1utH7BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rjm13rBPONg/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sicg1utH7BI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rjm13rBPONg/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275590340832274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichBBEqoFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qWksWTY_uR4/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichBBEqoFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qWksWTY_uR4/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275784249974866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She threw a tantrum, wanting a flower. Her Halah nicked a fake one outside and gave it to her but she was still unhappy until her Mama's Aunt came along and kindly gave her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichNUh6PEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/I-Js_ke5VPg/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichNUh6PEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/I-Js_ke5VPg/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343275995631336514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall, it was a beautiful wonderful night for them as they met up with relatives they havent seen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichaMEWrvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gvMLRC9WgSg/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SichaMEWrvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/gvMLRC9WgSg/s320/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343276216698187506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1360359275713992330?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1360359275713992330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/aisyah-and-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1360359275713992330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1360359275713992330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/aisyah-and-wedding.html' title='Aisyah and a Wedding'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicgpDTdsiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Bfjdebj7wG4/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-6199695317750418299</id><published>2009-06-04T08:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:00:55.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Adam Goes to the Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday morning, Baby Adam with his Abah, Mama and Big Sister, went to the doctor to get his first shot. It was a beautiful place full of toys and bright colours. When his name was called, the nice nurses tried to take his weight and height. Taking his weight was not a problem but getting him to stretch to measure his height was quite difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicaL5ezKaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pPg12rjnRdM/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicaL5ezKaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pPg12rjnRdM/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343268274609269154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they went in to see the doctor. The doctor was a nice rather elderly man who did a thorough check on him. He checked his mouth, his head, his body and even his 'tuckus'. He also mentioned, much to Baby Adam's amazement, that Baby Adam was in the 90th percentile for his height and 75th for his weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sica3irWDnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/U0ytXN0neXc/s1600-h/P1070814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sica3irWDnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/U0ytXN0neXc/s320/P1070814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269024402116210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicbXaCxBZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2yrbZ_v9DJE/s1600-h/P1070817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicbXaCxBZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2yrbZ_v9DJE/s320/P1070817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269571840247186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicbqIFkE-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dCTUo8K3JpQ/s1600-h/P1070819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicbqIFkE-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dCTUo8K3JpQ/s320/P1070819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343269893437658082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SiccAbWaR7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/KxMVJq-f5Tw/s1600-h/P1070820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SiccAbWaR7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/KxMVJq-f5Tw/s320/P1070820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343270276565714866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctor gave Baby Adam a clean bill of health, he sent Baby Adam to get his shot. He was a brave little baby there, crying loudly only for a few seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SiccSXKRe1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/XScaO4JHVJg/s1600-h/P1070823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SiccSXKRe1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/XScaO4JHVJg/s320/P1070823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343270584678710098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Adam's next visit would be in two months time and they all can't wait for the next visit - Aisyah to play in the playroom, her Mama just to get out of the house, and his Abah to eat thosai after that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-6199695317750418299?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6199695317750418299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-adam-goes-to-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6199695317750418299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6199695317750418299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-adam-goes-to-doctor.html' title='Baby Adam Goes to the Doctor'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SicaL5ezKaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/pPg12rjnRdM/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-8482332522189125744</id><published>2009-05-16T21:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:35:20.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Adam's Many Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiak!&lt;br /&gt;Baby Adam has many facial expressions. Her Mama and Abah and everyone who knows him loves this little vocal cat. Coo- cah-en-teh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg6-Jyh1IEI/AAAAAAAAANE/V64L9emjJjo/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg6-Jyh1IEI/AAAAAAAAANE/V64L9emjJjo/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336411683872383042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg6-bJUKcvI/AAAAAAAAANM/cJDtaCFEJvk/s1600-h/DSC00217+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg6-bJUKcvI/AAAAAAAAANM/cJDtaCFEJvk/s320/DSC00217+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336411982046851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AB1WFneI/AAAAAAAAANU/rS2t-mBhNbo/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AB1WFneI/AAAAAAAAANU/rS2t-mBhNbo/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336413746212740578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AQtklyEI/AAAAAAAAANc/dyKn-HLj5Uk/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AQtklyEI/AAAAAAAAANc/dyKn-HLj5Uk/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336414001824122946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AkmtNxVI/AAAAAAAAANk/_ePZX4WjiGA/s1600-h/DSC00272+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7AkmtNxVI/AAAAAAAAANk/_ePZX4WjiGA/s320/DSC00272+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336414343578633554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7A6mSBrkI/AAAAAAAAANs/Np3pzemUXGo/s1600-h/DSC00252+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg7A6mSBrkI/AAAAAAAAANs/Np3pzemUXGo/s320/DSC00252+copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336414721421717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-8482332522189125744?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8482332522189125744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-adams-many-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8482332522189125744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8482332522189125744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-adams-many-faces.html' title='Baby Adam&apos;s Many Faces'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg6-Jyh1IEI/AAAAAAAAANE/V64L9emjJjo/s72-c/DSC00346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4705869697498009185</id><published>2009-05-16T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:58:18.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and Adam at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah's Mama thought that she has only one baby, but as it turns out, she has not one but two babies. At home, Aisyah's Mama has a wonderful day  taking care of Baby Adam while Aisyah goes to school for the entire day. Only when Aisyah is back then will the noise start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Aisyah did not go to school as she refused to wake up. Sigh. The day was rather difficult for her Mama as she has to give a lot of attention to both Aisyah and Baby Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Adam on that particular day was cranky and refused to sleep. In desperation, her Mama again put him in his rocker and proceeded to rock him. Never did she expect Aisyah to come to her and told her that she too wants to be put in her rocker and be rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there their Mama was, rocking and rocking and rocking. For once, the room was silent as Aisyah fell silent to the hypnotic rhythm of the rocking chair. On and on their Mama rocked - her right hand rocking Baby Adam, her left rocking Aisyah. Now, their Mama's attention naturally focused on the baby. After a long silent time, their Mama turned to look at Aisyah and lo and behold found Aisyah fast asleep. Baby Adam on the other hand was wide awake and staring at his Mama. Sigh. Aisyah fell asleep on her rocker for a long time and Baby Adam was wide awake for a long time before he could fall asleep with his sister next to him. Sister and Brother. Their Mama hopes that their friendship will be as smooth and lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg69e4Hk5nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JcFZNB4QuVM/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg69e4Hk5nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JcFZNB4QuVM/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336410946638505586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4705869697498009185?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4705869697498009185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/aisyah-and-adam-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4705869697498009185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4705869697498009185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/05/aisyah-and-adam-at-home.html' title='Aisyah and Adam at Home'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sg69e4Hk5nI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JcFZNB4QuVM/s72-c/DSC00324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-5474598506106028873</id><published>2009-04-23T11:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:47:58.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and her Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; One day before Aisyah's Mama delivered Baby Adam, they went to the dentist. Aisyah first started going to this dentist earlier in the year when her Mama discovered huge holes in her molars. Aisyah was afraid of dentists. The last time they went to one, Aisyah was like a mad woman and her Mama and Abah too became scared of bringing her to the dentists. Left with no choice, her Mama had to fork out a whole lot more of money and send her to a paediatrist dentist. It was worth the money! Now, Aisyah isn't afraid of the dentist (or at least with this one) and her teeth are all properly fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Aisyah sitting down waiting for her dentist to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_jU3PqN-I/AAAAAAAAAME/vNG-gnGdtXM/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_jU3PqN-I/AAAAAAAAAME/vNG-gnGdtXM/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327726831769106402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the treatment, Aisyah would look up at the ceiling, with her shades on. What is on the ceiling is a tv screen and on that day, she requested for WInx club cartoon. She got her wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_juvHMJoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9kdNx-KFL0A/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_juvHMJoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/9kdNx-KFL0A/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327727276262696578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the other dentists, with this one, Aisyah allowed him to prod and poke inside her mouth even with sharp looking objects. Aisyah talked a lot! Unlike her Mama who hated the dentist when she was Aisyah's age, Aisyah loved her time with Dr R. In fact, with all the attention Dr R gave her, her Mama thought that her little girl may have a wee bit crush on her dentist! Ha ha. Her Aisyah is growing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_kJUQ1W7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/O0776tG1qcQ/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_kJUQ1W7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/O0776tG1qcQ/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327727732911856562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what Aisyah liked most from these visits is the free toy that came after a treatment. The toys she chose of course would be destroyed on the very same hour itself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_kn_rMTPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1Mh3-vHgWCM/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_kn_rMTPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1Mh3-vHgWCM/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327728259961212146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully for her Mama's pockets, the next visit to the dentist is 6 months later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-5474598506106028873?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5474598506106028873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/aisyah-and-her-dentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/5474598506106028873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/5474598506106028873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/aisyah-and-her-dentist.html' title='Aisyah and her Dentist'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Se_jU3PqN-I/AAAAAAAAAME/vNG-gnGdtXM/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-9127315981017457607</id><published>2009-04-13T18:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:53:49.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Adam with G6PD</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Baby Adam came into the world, he was told that he might be deficient in a certain enzyme and had to be hospitalised for 14 days. His Mama and Abah were real disappointed but for the health of the newborn, bade goodbye to him and went home. They were back the next day and the next and the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when they went to visit Baby Adam, they found him under the UV light machine. The next day, Auntie Shamyn and Munirah went to visit him. Baby Alysa met Baby Adam that day and thought that he looked cool in his Billyband glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, Baby Adam still had jaundice but it wasn't so bad and he was discharged home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMYzUwxc6I/AAAAAAAAALk/6TlP5aNTKaQ/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMYzUwxc6I/AAAAAAAAALk/6TlP5aNTKaQ/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324126454507729826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMY_GRAM-I/AAAAAAAAALs/uhRuD3wYSaA/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMY_GRAM-I/AAAAAAAAALs/uhRuD3wYSaA/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324126656774812642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMZJr-XD0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ntWgfENQVlI/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMZJr-XD0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/ntWgfENQVlI/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324126838695857986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMZYl2WGuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/w2CmTMfw3yc/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMZYl2WGuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/w2CmTMfw3yc/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324127094749666018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-9127315981017457607?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9127315981017457607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-adam-with-g6pd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9127315981017457607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9127315981017457607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-adam-with-g6pd.html' title='Baby Adam with G6PD'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMYzUwxc6I/AAAAAAAAALk/6TlP5aNTKaQ/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1748899590908326695</id><published>2009-04-13T16:21:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:44:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Welcomes Baby Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 19 2009. Aisyah received news at her Nanny's that her baby brother had come out from her Mama's stomach. She was excited and came down as soon as she can to receive her new baby brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, everyone she knew was excited, including her friends at school. That day, Aisyah's family became a family of four and Aisyah cant wait to play with her new "toy". Welcome home Baby Adam.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMVBm-IWRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gWLE2lrWqyE/s1600-h/DSC00093%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMVBm-IWRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gWLE2lrWqyE/s320/DSC00093%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324122301867251986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMVvU5Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oNDjmyKwQHs/s1600-h/P1070643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMVvU5Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAK8/oNDjmyKwQHs/s320/P1070643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324123087288430418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMThXvYysI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iCb2aD9PRBU/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMThXvYysI/AAAAAAAAAKs/iCb2aD9PRBU/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324120648511441602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMWrF4QAVI/AAAAAAAAALM/yWN5wIv5hGA/s1600-h/P1070635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMWrF4QAVI/AAAAAAAAALM/yWN5wIv5hGA/s320/P1070635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324124114050351442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMWIIDk3cI/AAAAAAAAALE/EZJFTwJsXfk/s1600-h/P1070651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMWIIDk3cI/AAAAAAAAALE/EZJFTwJsXfk/s320/P1070651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324123513339305410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMW_VraYkI/AAAAAAAAALU/LB1nwd9aOg0/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMW_VraYkI/AAAAAAAAALU/LB1nwd9aOg0/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324124461888856642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest of all was Aisyah's Mama...she cant believe that she is a mother of TWO now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMXYtm62-I/AAAAAAAAALc/FgpMYSrTP1U/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMXYtm62-I/AAAAAAAAALc/FgpMYSrTP1U/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324124897809193954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1748899590908326695?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1748899590908326695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/aisyah-welcomes-baby-adam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1748899590908326695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1748899590908326695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/04/aisyah-welcomes-baby-adam.html' title='Aisyah Welcomes Baby Adam'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SeMVBm-IWRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/gWLE2lrWqyE/s72-c/DSC00093%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-277912908116100868</id><published>2009-03-17T08:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:13:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah's Day on a Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One not so fine Saturday, Aisyah went to a birthday celebration on a houseboat (essentially a boat hotel). She brought with her all her swimming gear. However, it was not only raining on that day, it was pouring. There was strong wind, thunder and lightning. Children, being creative little monkeys that they are, would not let a wet day ruin their fun. Aisyah played fiercely with her cousins on board that deceptively tiny boat. She climbed on the bunk beds, went through corners and rooms, hid in cupboards, ran up and down the stairs, pretended to navigate the boat at the wheel etc etc. Luckily, there were enough adults to keep an eye on her so that her Mama could have a nap and basically, sat like a bum till nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of Aisyah &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; the sky turned dark. Her Mama was too exhausted to take photos of her and her cousins playing this time round. It was a very very fun day for Aisyah and she wished she could sail away on the boat to the islands. Next time Aisyah. Next time when you become a doctor... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb71YRYfyjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GVxs7xisZPA/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb71YRYfyjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GVxs7xisZPA/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313954407675578930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb73nO1Cc2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rc05G6kjysk/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb73nO1Cc2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rc05G6kjysk/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313956863711277922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb74teRhXhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TYx0DIXPw_o/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb74teRhXhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/TYx0DIXPw_o/s320/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958070448119314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-277912908116100868?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/277912908116100868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/aisyas-day-on-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/277912908116100868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/277912908116100868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/aisyas-day-on-boat.html' title='Aisyah&apos;s Day on a Boat'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb71YRYfyjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GVxs7xisZPA/s72-c/DSC00050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-8930151821831844893</id><published>2009-03-17T08:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:44:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Goes to School ...For Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009, or at least the first quarter of the year, proved to be a rather challenging time for Aisyah and her Mama and Abah. Their solid as a rock, easy as a pie routine for the last four whole years was gone like the wind with Aisyah's commencement of Kindergarten. Plus &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; her Abah and Mama switched jobs/work places too. It was a morning mad rush at home and at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, Aisyah took to her new school like fish to water - for the first two weeks only that is. After that, the water dam broke down and she wailed and threw tantrums. Her Mama could not believe her daughter was a "school refusal problem". Then just as suddenly as the water dam broke, it got all fixed again. Yep. Suddenly. "Just like that." And Aisyah was cured. Now, she loves school and her friends and misses her friends when her Mama decided not to send her to school due to her, erm, whale-like condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Aisyah, all excited on her very first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7uXhn1jTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q5IUxvCcxho/s1600-h/P1070570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7uXhn1jTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q5IUxvCcxho/s320/P1070570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313946698273623346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fetching her from school, Aisyah and her Mama would take the bus down back home. Every day, her Mama has to buy for her "something" to eat. This day, it was a bun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7vwzIHAKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Az7RO_oWo0E/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7vwzIHAKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Az7RO_oWo0E/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313948231980744866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebrations were cute. Her Mama bought for her a pink cheongsam and she posed with her friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7xu9o6FUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mgQE1fO8ues/s1600-h/P1070580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7xu9o6FUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mgQE1fO8ues/s320/P1070580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313950399466181954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mama is pleased with Aisyah's school. It is small and intimate and all the children know one another well regardless of race or age. In fact, Aisyah's favourite is a little girl from the toddler class. Now, if only Aisyah will learn how to read quickly! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-8930151821831844893?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8930151821831844893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/aisyah-goes-to-school-for-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8930151821831844893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8930151821831844893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2009/03/aisyah-goes-to-school-for-real.html' title='Aisyah Goes to School ...For Real'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/Sb7uXhn1jTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q5IUxvCcxho/s72-c/P1070570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3383060740239963533</id><published>2008-12-06T15:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:25:36.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Cooks Bee Hoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt; Hello, hello. Welcome to my kitchen. The Aisyah and Mama Kitchen. Today, I am going to show all of you how to cook fried Bee Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you must get a comfortable stool to sit on. Next, ask your Mama to pour in oil (she used olive oil here) and then the garlic. I was scared to pour in the oil in case the oil "kena" me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STokIXl3aWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/shWxY-ecYVg/s1600-h/P1070460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STokIXl3aWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/shWxY-ecYVg/s320/P1070460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276569639608346978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, add in the beef and stir. Then, you add in the prawns and stir. I love the stirring part. Not scary at all. I asked my Mama to put in the pepper and let me stir stir stir. After that, my favourite food - fishballs! I poured in the fishballs and fishcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SToknp9KDMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2io3UJASkdg/s1600-h/P1070466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SToknp9KDMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2io3UJASkdg/s320/P1070466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276570177113820354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STolAmUUriI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pxS5UzvMUBo/s1600-h/P1070467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STolAmUUriI/AAAAAAAAAH8/pxS5UzvMUBo/s320/P1070467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276570605633973794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STolcLIc7QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iz3MCJXTXVE/s1600-h/P1070470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STolcLIc7QI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iz3MCJXTXVE/s320/P1070470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276571079372762370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stirring quite a bit, it was time to put in the noodles. I love love love noodles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STomEXEBXdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WWpPmFA_hOo/s1600-h/P1070472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STomEXEBXdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WWpPmFA_hOo/s320/P1070472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276571769770171858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the noodles, it was time to cover the wok. My Mama taught me that word - 'wok'. She said in Malay its 'kuali'. I learning to speak my Mother Tongue now you know. So anyway, I ran back to my room to watch TV. I didn't know but while I was in my room, my Mama had put in oyster sauce, water and some more pepper. By the time I came back to the kitchen, she told me to put in the 'sayur' - vegetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STomfvw2n8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HRo4Dio1hK8/s1600-h/P1070476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STomfvw2n8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HRo4Dio1hK8/s320/P1070476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572240257130434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STom7Q3q4QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CFtVSmfyhC0/s1600-h/P1070479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STom7Q3q4QI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CFtVSmfyhC0/s320/P1070479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276572713000558850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time to cover and I ran back to my room to eat my nutella. My mother called me to beat the egg. We made egg omelette and then I sprinkled the egg on the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STonisxgrLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bIfmlXe5DmA/s1600-h/P1070482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STonisxgrLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/bIfmlXe5DmA/s320/P1070482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573390505815218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Our fried Bee Hoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STon9iS2-cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rm6L9qiQmIY/s1600-h/P1070487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STon9iS2-cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/rm6L9qiQmIY/s320/P1070487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276573851549366722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3383060740239963533?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3383060740239963533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/aisyah-cooks-bee-hoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3383060740239963533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3383060740239963533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/12/aisyah-cooks-bee-hoon.html' title='Aisyah Cooks Bee Hoon'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/STokIXl3aWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/shWxY-ecYVg/s72-c/P1070460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-8153407100806701252</id><published>2008-11-28T20:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:06:44.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Visits Baby Alysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Early one Monday morning, Aisyah's Jiddah informed that her Aunty Shamyn had just given birth to a baby girl! Aisyah was excited to hear the baby and they proceeded to visit her that afternoon. Aisyah was so happy to see the newborn baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_o_Z5ecbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DH6aXIq081I/s1600-h/P1070326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_o_Z5ecbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DH6aXIq081I/s320/P1070326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273689864655499698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Great Grandmother was there too to receive her third great grandchild into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_qRi-XChI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIiopghyuI0/s1600-h/P1070368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_qRi-XChI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GIiopghyuI0/s320/P1070368.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273691275841178130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So were Alysa's Grand Aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_p2npdcOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X-pKo92-fWk/s1600-h/P1070365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_p2npdcOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X-pKo92-fWk/s320/P1070365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273690813239226594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_q2gWOLmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L3w_x1GMnl4/s1600-h/P1070374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_q2gWOLmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/L3w_x1GMnl4/s320/P1070374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273691910791114338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, her Mama. Her Mama was excited. If she can't be a first aunt, she can always be the cool Second Aunt. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_rS0n_yZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cP_3KVo83cw/s1600-h/P1070377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_rS0n_yZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cP_3KVo83cw/s320/P1070377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273692397270714770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysa's Jiddah was the happiest of all! Finally, she can be officially a 'Grandmother'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_rqdOodhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/myPKNcVMbIQ/s1600-h/P1070385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_rqdOodhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/myPKNcVMbIQ/s320/P1070385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273692803307173394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah's Mama was glad to see Aisyah so loving towards a baby. This might show she would make a good sister. Soon, Aisyah will be able to take good care of her own baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_sgS3jAfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yJVrfiOq1qs/s1600-h/P1070390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_sgS3jAfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yJVrfiOq1qs/s320/P1070390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273693728238928370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah can't wait for Baby Alysa to grow up so that they could play together. Soon, Jln Singa will be even more joyous with the addition of one more girl in the family! Welcome to the world Baby Alysa... :D (Maybe one day, your Mama will also make for you your very own blog site ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_sGMFseBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-IJqdC5HfyU/s1600-h/P1070380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_sGMFseBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-IJqdC5HfyU/s320/P1070380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273693279742621714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-8153407100806701252?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8153407100806701252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-visits-baby-alysa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8153407100806701252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8153407100806701252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-visits-baby-alysa.html' title='Aisyah Visits Baby Alysa'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_o_Z5ecbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DH6aXIq081I/s72-c/P1070326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-2542283213423345978</id><published>2008-11-28T20:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:48.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Goes Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; One rare night where Aisyah agreed to sleep over her Jiddah's (with her Mama in tow, of course), her Halah brought her camping. Aisyah was mighty excited. First, they had to get the right attire on and then pack all of their belongings. After that, they had to recce the forest for a good camp spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_jPR_ylUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mebC7u7eslQ/s1600-h/P1070299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_jPR_ylUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mebC7u7eslQ/s320/P1070299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683540342641986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_jl8iDwlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qPnk7DbbdME/s1600-h/P1070300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_jl8iDwlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qPnk7DbbdME/s320/P1070300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683929717785170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they found the perfect spot, it was time to set up the tent. Aisyah helped a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_k_41Tu6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MKKMGifeCAI/s1600-h/P1070301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_k_41Tu6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MKKMGifeCAI/s320/P1070301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273685474913008546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to get into the tent, switch on the torchlight and tell stories. Aisyah wanted us to sing a song each..campfire songs. Her Halah taught us all a cute little jingle which Aisyah learnt and sang (rather shouted) with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MMMMM UMMMM (stick out a bit of your tongue to the side) goes the little green frog one day&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM UMMMM (stick out a bit of your tongue to the side) goes the little green frog one day&lt;br /&gt;MMMMM UMMMM (stick out a bit of your tongue to the side) goes the little green frog one day&lt;br /&gt;And all go MMMMM UMMMMM AHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, Aisyah shouted, "One more time!" Her Mama was tickled each time she shouted that because her face was extremely cute! Next, it was story time. Aisyah wanted a scary story but not so scary. She also wanted the lights switched on but of course we had to remind her that it was night time in the forest. She took it bravely, switching on the 'flashlight' as she calls the torch and putting it under her chin. Her story was indeed quite ...amusing. Each one of us had to tell a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_lXxHvKVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MV8rbuZKa-A/s1600-h/P1070307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_lXxHvKVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MV8rbuZKa-A/s320/P1070307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273685885159680338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_l3U6_V_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2QsdtYzwGAs/s1600-h/P1070308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_l3U6_V_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2QsdtYzwGAs/s320/P1070308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686427345836018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the story telling, it was snack time. Aisyah loved the marshmallows and ate quite a few, much to her Mama's chagrin. Then, her Halah taught all of them how to make 'smores' and Aisyah learnt how to roast marshmallows. She didn't like the roasted ones, though, preferring the plain old white marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_mWD2CD8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_YrVsw1tzVY/s1600-h/P1070319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_mWD2CD8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_YrVsw1tzVY/s320/P1070319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273686955337584578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_mwei6kPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b6LiEApB03A/s1600-h/P1070320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_mwei6kPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b6LiEApB03A/s320/P1070320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273687409181757682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was all over, her Mama asked her whether she'd like to go camping when her Abah returns. We could go to the beach and have a real campfire. Aisyah replied with such vehemence, "Mama, this is only pretend camp, O.K. It's not real. I don't want a real camp..I too scared. It's too scary for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! ! Her Mama was tickled silly and after that forced her to brush her teeth instead. Next time when Aisyah's older, she'll probably love camping with her friends than with her old foggey Mama and Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-2542283213423345978?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2542283213423345978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-goes-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2542283213423345978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2542283213423345978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-goes-camping.html' title='Aisyah Goes Camping'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS_jPR_ylUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mebC7u7eslQ/s72-c/P1070299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3455502471073246596</id><published>2008-11-27T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:49:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and Funfairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah had gone to quite a number of fairs before but the fair at her Mama's school was the most fun for her so far. She ate a lot of rubbish, did a lot of frivolous things and talked non-stop. At the fair, she loved the sugary fluffy pink candy floss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6umKTwT9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2UAf9cp1Glk/s1600-h/P1060486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6umKTwT9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2UAf9cp1Glk/s320/P1060486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344184322904018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, being the vain little girl that she is, she ran excitedly ahead to the manicure section. She sat patiently while the girls painted her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6vPpgxToI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZZdR0CrCDbY/s1600-h/P1060505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6vPpgxToI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZZdR0CrCDbY/s320/P1060505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344897073630850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for her, there was another young vain girl with the same type of hair as hers. They compared notes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6wXcl6dmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jqdKZBfExc0/s1600-h/P1060519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6wXcl6dmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jqdKZBfExc0/s320/P1060519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346130556122722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6xPx-XqrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w2eDivSC6ZY/s1600-h/P1060524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6xPx-XqrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/w2eDivSC6ZY/s320/P1060524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273347098368518834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a fun day that day and wanted to go to more fairs. Next time then Aisyah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3455502471073246596?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3455502471073246596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-and-funfairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3455502471073246596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3455502471073246596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-and-funfairs.html' title='Aisyah and Funfairs'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6umKTwT9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2UAf9cp1Glk/s72-c/P1060486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1325585191883856510</id><published>2008-11-27T22:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:21:01.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah the Movie Goer</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah and her cousin Amirah really love going to the movies. They go to the movies more often than her Mama now! During the June holidays, Aisyah's Mama brought them to watch Kungfu Panda. The girls really know how to enjoy themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they movie started, they wanted to play at the playground. They enjoyed themselves but after ten minutes, her Mama could not stand the heat and shooed them back in the comfort of the cool mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6pjGSn4xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EBJTKxSZco4/s1600-h/P1060629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6pjGSn4xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EBJTKxSZco4/s320/P1060629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273338634146669330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the movie theatre, they shared a large popcorn and drinks and giggled like high school girls. Her Mama had to keep reminding herself that Aisyah's only four. The conversations the girls could hold was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6qhG-eGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wupzepEblN4/s1600-h/P1060637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6qhG-eGlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wupzepEblN4/s320/P1060637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273339699482466898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6rQ7tGNEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JD5yu3MRMN8/s1600-h/P1060644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6rQ7tGNEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JD5yu3MRMN8/s320/P1060644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273340521090528322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, they thought they would drive back home but in the end, the had to walk home, munching on delicious chocolate chip cookies. Yumz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6r5PNFDMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CkyZ4l3Pyp0/s1600-h/P1060649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6r5PNFDMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CkyZ4l3Pyp0/s320/P1060649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341213519711426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6siNETNRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WGOVqcGIirc/s1600-h/P1060650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6siNETNRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WGOVqcGIirc/s320/P1060650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341917320656146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah really loves her movie going outings. Hopefully, her Mama wouldn't have to hear her asking to go to the movies with friends till she's 16. Fat hope! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1325585191883856510?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1325585191883856510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-movie-goer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1325585191883856510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1325585191883856510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-movie-goer.html' title='Aisyah the Movie Goer'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6pjGSn4xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EBJTKxSZco4/s72-c/P1060629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3836205228952417335</id><published>2008-11-27T21:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:01:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Learns How to Make Ice-Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Last June, Aisyah went with Khalisa to learn how to make ice-cream. It was very fun! They thoroughly enjoyed themselves. They made strawberry and chocolate ice-cream, but they got to bring back corn ice -cream too! The following are steps on how to make delicious creamy strawberry ice-cream. Note: Parental Guidance advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Mummy to measure out and pour strawberry milk into big bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6jX1tehqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AYrt2En7RVI/s1600-h/P1060585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6jX1tehqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AYrt2En7RVI/s320/P1060585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273331843647571618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6j_9MHckI/AAAAAAAAADs/WGX90911OSU/s1600-h/P1060586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6j_9MHckI/AAAAAAAAADs/WGX90911OSU/s320/P1060586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273332532849898050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Step 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Mummy to measure powdered creamer, whipped cream, strawberry flavouring and whisk whisk whisk. Take turns whisking now...each person gets ten seconds to whisk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6krIIh2gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YCqYCcRX75s/s1600-h/P1060587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6krIIh2gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YCqYCcRX75s/s320/P1060587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273333274522016258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6lX81b_cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GErIej8VbyE/s1600-h/P1060588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6lX81b_cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GErIej8VbyE/s320/P1060588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273334044583263682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6l8mYhzpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0bF4dXvBeM/s1600-h/P1060589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6l8mYhzpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e0bF4dXvBeM/s320/P1060589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273334674211589778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Step 3 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour into containers. Ask the aunty to keep in the freezer for four hours. Magic. Aunty came back with frozen ice-cream already but it's not yet ready. Ask Mummy to use electric whisk and whisk again. Don't forget the taste test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6mpkxQmcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6maPugGOnUk/s1600-h/P1060606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6mpkxQmcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6maPugGOnUk/s320/P1060606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273335446872562114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6nK0gvzRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LLri-KYNnFY/s1600-h/P1060611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6nK0gvzRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LLri-KYNnFY/s320/P1060611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273336018033954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; Step 4 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat process with chocolate ice-cream and then pose for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6oDDWF3RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M5UG56a8VTA/s1600-h/P1060580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6oDDWF3RI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M5UG56a8VTA/s320/P1060580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273336984088468754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3836205228952417335?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3836205228952417335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-learns-how-to-make-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3836205228952417335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3836205228952417335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/11/aisyah-learns-how-to-make-ice-cream.html' title='Aisyah Learns How to Make Ice-Cream'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SS6jX1tehqI/AAAAAAAAADk/AYrt2En7RVI/s72-c/P1060585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3841267542681138977</id><published>2008-07-14T22:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:38:51.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah's Short Trip to Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; It wasn't the first time Aisyah went to Tanjong Jara but now that she's no longer a toddler, holidaying became much more fun. Firstly, she didn't cry or vomit anymore. Secondly, she could walk and eat on her own! Thirdly, she really laughed, mingled and had a real enjoyable trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtqANiQqTI/AAAAAAAAACs/VrLlNDvrzkM/s1600-h/P1060676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtqANiQqTI/AAAAAAAAACs/VrLlNDvrzkM/s320/P1060676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222884744732125490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Aisyah reached the place, it was only 7plus in the morning. She had spent the entire night sleeping in the car. So when she woke up, she was happy to receive a warm towel to wash up. Quickly she and her Abah &amp; Mama brought her to their new home. She was most excited to see the huge bathtub. Again, the best thing about holidaying for Aisyah is the bathtub. She immediately asked her Mama to change her so she could swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtqeoznOfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/62FcXBVupbQ/s1600-h/P1060682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtqeoznOfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/62FcXBVupbQ/s320/P1060682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222885267448740338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing was her bed. Yep. Aisyah had her own bed that day in the same room as her Abah and Mama. She was very excited but her Mama was even more excited that night when Aisyah slept on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtq-3xO-gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AQQ26rmslqo/s1600-h/P1060688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtq-3xO-gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AQQ26rmslqo/s320/P1060688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222885821221108226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days, Aisyah ate, swam and played a lot at the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtsDdCmqTI/AAAAAAAAADE/rZl75mitO9E/s1600-h/P1060698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtsDdCmqTI/AAAAAAAAADE/rZl75mitO9E/s320/P1060698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222886999457179954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtskmXNqnI/AAAAAAAAADM/enCidQxA_fI/s1600-h/P1060728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtskmXNqnI/AAAAAAAAADM/enCidQxA_fI/s320/P1060728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222887568895224434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHttTY7T32I/AAAAAAAAADU/g_mWuZYQqWs/s1600-h/P1060762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHttTY7T32I/AAAAAAAAADU/g_mWuZYQqWs/s320/P1060762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222888372742381410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact, they enjoyed themselves so much that her Mama decided to treat all of them to the capital city for just one more day. Wow! Aisyah was so happy to extend her holiday. Over at KL, she was a wee bit disappointed at the tiny bathtub of the Marriott hotel but she enjoyed bathing in there anyway. She followed her parents shopping at a spanking new shopping centre and all too soon, it was the long drive back home. Aisyah loved her holiday so much that till date, she kept asking her Mama when they would go back there. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3841267542681138977?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3841267542681138977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/07/aisyahs-short-trip-to-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3841267542681138977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3841267542681138977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/07/aisyahs-short-trip-to-malaysia.html' title='Aisyah&apos;s Short Trip to Malaysia'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SHtqANiQqTI/AAAAAAAAACs/VrLlNDvrzkM/s72-c/P1060676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4066444300731178535</id><published>2008-05-30T10:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:38:53.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; The first quarter of the year has always been a busy time for Aisyah. It's birthdays galore! She celebrated so many birthdays, including her own, that soon, she was expecting a party almost every other day. Until the 'season' stopped, of course. She celebrated both her grannies birthdays, her grandpa's, , her aunts, her other uncle's, her mom's and even an everyone's party when her uncle had to go and serve the nation. She didn't mind all the celebrations at all! It was, after all, a time to eat, eat and eat. But the celebration she enjoyed the most was her own. She relished telling everybody that she has two, read TWO birthdays. One at Wan Zainah's house and another one at Nanny's house. What a spoiled little girl Aisyah has become... :) And, oh, the best thing of all for Aisyah was her birthday cakes! A very beautiful one given by her Aunty Farah that looks just like Aisyah! Yummz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9jA9jYrgI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ya3vaGXL1o/s1600-h/P1060118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9jA9jYrgI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ya3vaGXL1o/s320/P1060118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205988562437713410"/ length=400 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9jpNjYrhI/AAAAAAAAABc/m2NmOFmOu4o/s1600-h/P1060225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9jpNjYrhI/AAAAAAAAABc/m2NmOFmOu4o/s320/P1060225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205989253927448082" / length=400 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9kOdjYriI/AAAAAAAAABk/YVDpL4z14ng/s1600-h/P1060276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9kOdjYriI/AAAAAAAAABk/YVDpL4z14ng/s320/P1060276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205989893877575202" / length=400 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9kltjYrjI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fy3jy2FTBzs/s1600-h/P1060221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9kltjYrjI/AAAAAAAAABs/Fy3jy2FTBzs/s320/P1060221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990293309533746" / length=400 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9k-NjYrlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lDlsV3dLnyM/s1600-h/P1060260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9k-NjYrlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lDlsV3dLnyM/s320/P1060260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990714216328786" / length=400 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4066444300731178535?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4066444300731178535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/aisyah-and-birthdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4066444300731178535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4066444300731178535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/05/aisyah-and-birthdays.html' title='Aisyah and Birthdays'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/SD9jA9jYrgI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ya3vaGXL1o/s72-c/P1060118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1432781216176010152</id><published>2008-03-13T09:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:38:55.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah's Pretty Exciting Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Aisyah went to a birthday party and then to a cool concert right after. She was dead tired towards the end but it was worth it. Her Mama was even more dead tired and dead broke by the end of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how cute they are carrying their gifts to the birthday boy. Of course, they didn't actually personally give it to him. The minute they saw that the party was in full swing, they passed the gifts to the Mothers and ran off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iKKmYshvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YMKgeMsq060/s1600-h/P1050860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iKKmYshvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YMKgeMsq060/s320/P1050860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177039686369838834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was party away..she tried to play Simon Says but thank God for her cousin or else she would always lose...hee hee...she did win a Rubiks cube which she completely destroyed a few days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iLRmYshwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HJWuXJ_9rZ0/s1600-h/P1050870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iLRmYshwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HJWuXJ_9rZ0/s320/P1050870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177040906140550914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she got herself loads of balloons...she initially wanted a balloon flower but after hearing the girl in front of her asking for a heart, she changed her mind. Ah, the pull of peer influence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iLemYshxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_-zV_fODW1c/s1600-h/P1050889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iLemYshxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_-zV_fODW1c/s320/P1050889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177041129478850322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had time to interact with her other cousins and spent a great time playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iL6GYshyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4nSc0J-XmWU/s1600-h/P1050893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iL6GYshyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4nSc0J-XmWU/s320/P1050893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177041601925252898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was straight to Disney's on Ice....an utterly boring show for her Mama but Aisyah was, well, not very excited, but she watched the entire thing....of course towards the end, she was tired and wanted to sleep but her Mama managed to cajole her to watch the finale. If that little item could be called a finale anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iM22YshzI/AAAAAAAAABE/B_BYd9MDCuM/s1600-h/P1050897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iM22YshzI/AAAAAAAAABE/B_BYd9MDCuM/s320/P1050897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177042645602305842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what her favourite items were, she only liked The Little Mermaid and Lilo and Stitch. So much for concerts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iNRGYsh0I/AAAAAAAAABM/nCZLCsirNpE/s1600-h/P1050903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iNRGYsh0I/AAAAAAAAABM/nCZLCsirNpE/s320/P1050903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177043096573871938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1432781216176010152?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1432781216176010152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/aisyahs-pretty-exciting-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1432781216176010152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1432781216176010152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/aisyahs-pretty-exciting-saturday.html' title='Aisyah&apos;s Pretty Exciting Saturday'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iKKmYshvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YMKgeMsq060/s72-c/P1050860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-2923684403202097252</id><published>2008-03-13T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:38:55.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah the Donkey Donkey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have mastered the game Donkey... I still dont want to play Old Maid because Old Maid is Nenek...Nenek is for old old people...my Mama's Mama is not Nenek o.k. for the hundredth time...she is my GRANDMOTHER...NOT NENEK.... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am on my new bed forcing my Mama to play Donkey...so funny, she...look, I know she got the DONKEY because she took it from me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iH7mYshtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zA3ry44qXBA/s1600-h/P1050543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iH7mYshtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zA3ry44qXBA/s320/P1050543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177037229648545490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I was the DONKEY. Sigh...Oh well....better luck next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iIWGYshuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nNm8JRL0llg/s1600-h/P1050549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iIWGYshuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nNm8JRL0llg/s320/P1050549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177037684915078882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-2923684403202097252?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2923684403202097252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/aisyah-donkey-donkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2923684403202097252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2923684403202097252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/03/aisyah-donkey-donkey.html' title='Aisyah the Donkey Donkey...'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R9iH7mYshtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zA3ry44qXBA/s72-c/P1050543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1873838207524555093</id><published>2008-01-30T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:02:34.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah's Mama Remembers</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; This is a bit late but in the middle of last year, Aisyah's Great Grandpa sadly passed away. The last Raya picture they all had together was in 2006 when her Habib or Abib as Aisyah used to call him, was happily receiving guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1000192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000192.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=500 width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mama dug up a very old picture of Aisyah and Abib when she was a weee baby. Look at the happy smiles on both the old and the new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03740.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/DSC03740.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=500 width=350&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, children forget very fast and recently when Aisyah's Mama asked her who the person in the photograph is, she could not recognise. It seemed like only yesterday when Aisyah visited him at the hospital on her birthday and in 2 more months, it will be Aisyah's birthday again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1873838207524555093?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1873838207524555093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/aisyahs-pastime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1873838207524555093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1873838207524555093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/aisyahs-pastime.html' title='Aisyah&apos;s Mama Remembers'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-193107153122122679</id><published>2008-01-28T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:38:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah Learns to Play Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Over the holidays, Aisyah's Mama taught her to play old favourite card games like Snap and Donkey. It was fun to see her learning how to play. In fact, they laughed a lot - with her Mama more as she watched Aisyah's expression. Aisyah is a very competitive player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was when playing Donkey with her Mama and Abah, Aisyah, towards the end, got the last Donkey card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, Donkey....." she said in total bewilderment. The expression on her face was priceless and although this is a late shot after that, nonetheless, you can see her total displeasure at losing..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R51I9rg5rsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrM2OgL6CqA/s1600-h/P1050524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R51I9rg5rsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrM2OgL6CqA/s320/P1050524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360972526399170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-193107153122122679?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/193107153122122679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/aisyah-learns-to-play-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/193107153122122679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/193107153122122679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2008/01/aisyah-learns-to-play-games.html' title='Aisyah Learns to Play Games'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_XzMbuDPRc/R51I9rg5rsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PrM2OgL6CqA/s72-c/P1050524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-5272156991080310847</id><published>2007-12-31T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:03:40.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Short Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend, my Mama and Abah brought me for "holiday". I love holidays because got bathtub and I can swim. I've been telling everybody that I am going for holiday and told everybody I am going to swim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my Mama was on the telephone non-stop and I asked her why. She told me that we are not going on a holiday. I was so sad. My Mama said they will bring me to another place. Can swim. No bathtub but got swimming pool. I was so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we all woke up very early and took a taxi to the holiday. I told my Mama why we never take my car? My Mama said that we had to take a taxi and then a boat. A boat! I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050238.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the place, I wanted to buy potato chips and because my Mama had to take care of the bag, she gave me money and I paid to the man. Buy things must pay first, you know. (My Mama told everybody that my favourite phrase now is "you know". She thought I got it from the neighbours but then one day she caught herself saying it. See... I caught it from whoelse but my own Mama. Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we took the boat to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050251.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a while, my eyes so sleepy so I slept. We all slept. When I woke up, we all took the bus to the room. I drank a nice apple drink...I finish all the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050280.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my Mama why we cannot go to the room....because I wanted to swim. I said to her go to the room now..I want to wear my swimsuit and swim. But my Mama said the room was not ready. My Mama and Abah, we walked around and around and ate lunch but the room was not yet ready. Finally, my Mama changed me in public and I played at the baby pool. I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while only I swim then my Abah said he got surprise for me. My Mama and Abah got a free room upgrade and my room got bathtub! The room was soooo big...bigger than my house, you know. I played and played at the bathtub and don't want to come out. And then after that, I change quickly again and swim. I had the best time swimming and swimming and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050299.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050322.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050322.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050383.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night after dinner, my eyes so sleepy and my Mama made me sleep on the sofa. The next morning when I woke up, I was still on the sofa. Sheesh. My Mama and Abah slept on the nice big bed and then got massage some more in the bed while I slept on the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we all swim and swim and swim. I am Ariel and Mama Melody(Ariel's daughter) and Abah Prince Eric or King Triton (depending on my whim). It was so fun playing mermaids in the deep water they brought me to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next holiday...my Mama said in June then can go again. My Abah asked me what I liked most about the whole holiday and I said,"Bathtub". My Mama said next time just put a bathtub in the toilet no need go holiday. Now why didn't she think of it sooner? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-5272156991080310847?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/5272156991080310847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-short-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/5272156991080310847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/5272156991080310847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-short-holiday.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Short Holiday'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4777351992158228154</id><published>2007-12-31T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:33:35.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, Aisyah's one and only cousin slept over for the night! Aisyah was so excited, and so was her Mama. It was an impromptu decision and the poor girl had nothing on (it was after a family visit). Luckily for Little Amirah, Aisyah borrows everything from her at their Nanny's, right to the underwear..so she was safe for the day. Her Mama, though, wanted to splurge and they went to Giant and got some lovely Barbie clothes there. Unfortunately, Aisyah wanted some clothes too and her Mama, as usual, caved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they shopped, the girls had a lovely time playing at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050044.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, Aisyah's Mama cooked dinner while the girls bathed and donned new matching nightdresses. Her Mama was so happy to see Amirah finishing her food. Aisyah only finished her salmon and a few bites of the noodles and nuggets. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the girls went to the room and played some more while Aisyah's Mama and Abah watched television in peace for the first time! No noise, no whining, no attention seeking stunts, no nothing....perfectly calm spacing out in front of the telly. Her Mama was tickled pink when Amirah said her bedtime was at 9 pm and that she had to sleep by then. At 11 pm, the girls were still playing furiously and after reading their bedtime stories, did they fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050096.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050108.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, wearing their new outfits, they ate breakfast and played some more before Amirah's Daddy picked her up. It was a fun day for the girls and it taught her Mama a lesson too - two girls in the house is a whole lot of fun AND HARD WORK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4777351992158228154?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4777351992158228154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-sleepover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4777351992158228154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4777351992158228154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-sleepover.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Sleepover'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-2058408656781465753</id><published>2007-12-31T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:28:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Cooks up a Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, Aisyah learnt how to cook. Well, helped out in the cooking at least. It was a wonderful way for her to explore new things and her Mama thought that it would help her to be more interested in food and eat more (research has shown that children who helped making their own meals will eat better - Aisyah has proved that the research is utter rubbish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Aisyah helping to boil the spaghetti for dinner one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend, she decided to make her own breakfast. In fact, she showed her Mama how to make her sandwich. After spreading the butter, she insisted (after watching The Little Mermaid) that lettuce be put in the sandwich. Luckily, her Mama had a few pieces of soggy lettuce in the refrigerator. We then made cut outs of the sandwich and Aisyah managed to eat three cut out sandwiches for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, Aisyah insisted that they make cupcakes. Her Mama had been promising her that they would bake some during the holidays so one boring weekday, Aisyah whined and whined 'bout them cupcakes. Unfortunately, her Mama found out that the boxed ready-made cake mixture had expired and told Aisyah that they'd postpone. But nooooo...Aisyah yelled that they &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;to make the cupcakes so, off to Giant they went to get some supplies. In the taxi, Aisyah nagged her Mama once she saw the huge hypermart billboard sign. "See, I told you Giant is nearer. It's not far...so nearer." Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050207.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050210.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050213.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050215.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050220.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050221.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050221.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that hard work baking, did Aisyah eat even a single bite? Nope. We gave some to the neighbours and the rest her Mama and her Abah had no choice but to finish them off. Her Mama realised the only thing she liked about cupcakes is putting the sprinkles on top. Actually, if not for her Mama's chiding, much of the sprinkles would end up in Aisyah's mouth instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun cooking and hopefully her Mama would have some energy left on Sundays to continue cooking with the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-2058408656781465753?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2058408656781465753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyah-cooks-up-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2058408656781465753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2058408656781465753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyah-cooks-up-storm.html' title='Little Aisyah Cooks up a Storm'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-7489369979997751122</id><published>2007-12-21T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T17:28:09.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Trip to the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the holidays without an outing with the girls and their minis? One day, Little Aisyah and her Mama went to the airport to see the aeroplanes...and have some good lunch, of course (read: her Mama doesn't have to cook!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time they went to the airport, all the kids were in their prams! And there was some who weren't even born yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a fun day at the airport...what more with Aunty Mar's generosity/bribe? Hee...they enjoyed guzzling down the chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"  length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a fun lunch for a long time at the kiddy-friendly place and had ice-cream for dessert. In fact, her Mama recalled they had dessert for lunch. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again of course, what's a trip to the airport without gazing at the aeroplanes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/?action=view&amp;current=P1050175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1050175.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun trip for the children (but more so for the adults who had the chance to catch up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, thank you Aunty Watts for sending Little Aisyah back home safely to her Abah... just in time too for her Mama to reheat that Big Mac for dinner. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-7489369979997751122?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7489369979997751122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-trip-to-airport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7489369979997751122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7489369979997751122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-trip-to-airport.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Trip to the Airport'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-9146300164658566194</id><published>2007-12-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:12:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Raya Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Aisyah's Raya Celebrations were...ho hum... same same.. but it was great meeting up with family. Her Mama loves to buy clothes for Aisyah and here below is a fashion parade of her new clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020820.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020952.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020928.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020889.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah got to play with many children on that day and it was wonderful visiting relatives but unfortunately this year she couldn't visit many relatives homes compared to when she was younger. She ate a lot of crackers and drank a lot of sweet drinks on the days of Raya, much to her Mama's chagrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020898.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020903.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020910.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020942.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020931.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020842.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020835.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Raya night, she was extremely delighted that there was such a thing as a fountain of chocolate and ate and ate and ate...She enjoyed that tremendously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020873.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020878.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even managed to squeeze some time in to visit her Mama's friends but unfortunately, there weren't many children compared to last year. :( She did see Aunty Zah's bunny, though and fed it some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020977.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020973.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020978.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-9146300164658566194?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/9146300164658566194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-raya-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9146300164658566194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/9146300164658566194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-aisyahs-raya-celebrations.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Raya Celebrations'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3359015683004564745</id><published>2007-10-19T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:06:56.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Pre-Raya Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Little Aisyah's family broke their 3 year tradition and went to the neighbouring country to buy cookies without her grannies. They went to a new place this time. On and on and on her Abah drove until they finally reached the said place. Aisyah woke up to a new place and was excited to see her favourite "muku" packets strewn around. Her Mama was forced to buy a packet of her "muku" along with very colourful and pretty cookies for the upcoming festivities. Next year hopefully they would have a more fun time preparing for their Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020792.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020793.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020796.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3359015683004564745?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3359015683004564745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyahs-pre-raya-prep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3359015683004564745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3359015683004564745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyahs-pre-raya-prep.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Pre-Raya Prep'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4328628762028540890</id><published>2007-10-17T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:21:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Visits A Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One weekend, Aisyah's Mama brought her to visit long lost friend who had given birth 3 months ago to a cute baby boy. Little Aisyah was excited to visit this baby.&lt;br /&gt;She played with him and couldn't stop "googling" and making funny faces at the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020786.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they first arrived, the baby was still asleep but that didn't stop Aisyah from trying to wake him up!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020778.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being the shameless toddler that she is, she insisted that Baby Cheng Rei's Mama open the presents we bought for him and she was most excited to play with the toy. Of course, she pretended that the baby wanted to play with the toy. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020789.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant afternoon catching up and we can't wait to see them again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4328628762028540890?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4328628762028540890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-visits-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4328628762028540890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4328628762028540890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-visits-baby.html' title='Little Aisyah Visits A Baby'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-6160297494300226972</id><published>2007-10-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:16:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Goes to 'School'</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling extremely guilty and super "kiasu", Little Aisyah's Mama decided that she ought to be teaching her daughter a thing or two about the alphabets. So after work one day, her Mama  bought some pre-school assessment books and a box of yellow pencils and vowed that every Saturday, she would teach Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday, it was time for Aisyah to go to Mama's School. She was very excited (Aisyah, that is). They sat down and started to write lines. "Follow the dotted line," her Mama instructed. And Aisyah drew beautiful lines. However, much to her Mama's annoyance, Aisyah was such a talkative student. After she drew a line, she talked five or more sentences. On and on she talked. Finally, they managed to finish that page and her Mama gave her a star. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020749.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they did some Mathematics exercises. Simple ones like colour matching objects which, when asked, Aisyah scored a perfect grade. Unfortunately when it came to the actual practice (the colouring), she refused to follow instructions and wanted to colour everything in sight. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they ended up with the colouring book. On and on and on Aisyah talked. Her Mama couldn't find any coloured pencils and allowed her to use a crayon. It was an uphill task encouraging her to colour the strawberry. But it was more tiring listening and answering Aisyah's questions. At long last, she managed to finish a decent page. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020760.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, after that one day (more like one hour) in her Mama's School, Aisyah never turned up for school ever again. No wonder little children have to go to school. Their Mamas need to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-6160297494300226972?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6160297494300226972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-goes-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6160297494300226972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6160297494300226972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-goes-to-school.html' title='Little Aisyah Goes to &apos;School&apos;'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4301373314733069348</id><published>2007-10-17T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:04:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah the Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Little Aisyah, the three year old little little girl, is not always so sweet and adorable. For a little girl, she has a pair of very loud lungs. Once, when she suddenly woke up when her Mama was just about to run off to work, she screamed so loudly and attempted to block her path. How silly of her to think that she can stop her Mama by standing right in front of the door. However, her Mama couldn't pry her away from the door and had to resort to her bag of tricks (or lies) before she made a mad dash out of the door. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, while her Mama was not looking, Little Aisyah decided to 'beautify' herself. Unfortunately, she chose to paint her lips (and face) with her Mama's favourite and pricey lipstick! Her Mama was furious and in between cries and sobs, Aisyah proceeded to wash her face. Of course the colour wouldn't come off and her Mama had the greatest pleasure to "tonyoh" (rub aggressively) her face until her face was clean again. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020773.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many instances how Aisyah the Menace can create such terror in the hearts of her Mama and her Abah. However, she creates more terror to both her GRANDMOTHERS who always without fail get a headache and lose their temper many a times by just being with her a few hours. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4301373314733069348?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4301373314733069348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/aisyah-menace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4301373314733069348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4301373314733069348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/aisyah-menace.html' title='Aisyah the Menace'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-2592826943113052085</id><published>2007-10-17T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:49:13.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Loves her Manicure</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Little Aisyah, the three year old toddler, loves to get her nails painted. Every so often, she would take out her bottle of nail polish and insist that her finger and her toes be painted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, her Mama bought for her a child's manicure set. Aisyah loves her manicure set. One weekend evening, Aisyah insisted that we show everybody how she paints her nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, of course, we have to clean her nails and remove any leftover nail polish remnants. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020679.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we proceed to buff them using this delightful flower buffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020680.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we shake the bottle of colour and ever so carefully, brush a stroke of colour onto her tiny fingernails. Alternate colours this time round. Blue. Pink. Blue. Pink. Sometimes, Aisyah's nails would be a funky blue colour and her toes a bright pink. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they are all painted and dried, we stick cute little nail stickers on them. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020691.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then voila! Slip on some cool girly plastic rings and you've got a pair of beautiful manicured "mak nenek" hands. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020699.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-2592826943113052085?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/2592826943113052085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-loves-her-manicure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2592826943113052085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/2592826943113052085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-aisyah-loves-her-manicure.html' title='Little Aisyah Loves her Manicure'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-532051673735676455</id><published>2007-09-19T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:09:05.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Day of Patriotism</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt; Hello everybody! On National Day, I spent the day at the park with my Abah and my Mama (whoelse!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and follow me as I tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020530.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with my usual stint at the beach. Playing with the sand, talking to strangers and splashing about in the water. Finally, my Mama got up and played with me too! I begged her to play with me some more, but she was more contented to sit under the coconut tree.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020552.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I felt tired, I drank my "favourite" drink. If you know me well enough, I have many (many many many) favourites. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020546.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, when my parents got bored, they brought me to the playground. It was great fun! They (whoever they are) totally revamped the place. I like. I played and played and played and even managed to practise my climbing skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020589.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020565.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020634.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still NOT tired, my parents brought me home. Cheh. I was quite disappointed but my Mama promised to switch on for me my "favourite" show, Aladdin. I also watched my Barbie series DVD - all my "favourite".But I am most alert when I watch Aladdin. He is my "favourite". My Mama just found out that there is a boy somewhere in P2 whose name really is 'Aladdin'. I told her to bring me to that school but my Mama just gave a shaky laugh. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020657.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I didn't understand why my parents were gingerly looking out of the balcony window. My Mama was excited but scared. She finally agreed to &lt;em&gt;very very very &lt;/em&gt;carefully bring me over to the window where I could pop my head out. Then I realised why she was frightened. The window ledge was just above my head! But the sight was amazing. My Abah and Mama "can't" get great photos because ours is just a small digicam but this is what we saw (along with other hundred thousands Singaporeans). Great huh? Well, the pictures do no justice but we had a great view of the fireworks. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020644.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now folks. I had a great time with my parents and I wish to go to the beach again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-532051673735676455?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/532051673735676455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-aisyahs-day-of-patriotism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/532051673735676455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/532051673735676455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-aisyahs-day-of-patriotism.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Day of Patriotism'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-6935569189304052880</id><published>2007-07-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T14:16:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Goes to Pulau Belakang Mati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;On May Day, Little Aisyah, together with her Mama and her Abah, travelled to the island of Sentosa. Her Mama was more excited to go there. It had been more than 10 years since she last stepped foot on the island. The last time she was there, she was just a youthful undergrad working for 7 bucks an hour in the main office (manually making membership cards, no less). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, they set off early in the morning and soon, they were there! Nothing much seemed to change, or so thought her Mama. Little Aisyah squealed with delight when she saw the beach. The beach was completely revamped. There was a lovely play fountain and a playground. Although it was a very small beach compared to the one at her backyard, Little Aisyah quickly made herself at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;While Aisyah made a 10sec dash across the sandy beach and straight into the water (much to her parents' dismay!) her Mama tried in vain to start marking the loads and loads of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020239.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After a whole half a script of marking, her Mama gave up and looked on lazily at her child playing. Aisyah played with her Abah. She  played (yet again)with complete strangers, barging in shamelessly. The life of an only child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020211.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020275.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing and playing and playing, it was time for lunch at another beach,by the board walk this time. Sentosa has become so Sydney-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1020356.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a great time there as it was a new place for Aisyah and maybe they will go there again ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-6935569189304052880?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/6935569189304052880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-aisyah-goes-to-pulau-belakang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6935569189304052880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/6935569189304052880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-aisyah-goes-to-pulau-belakang.html' title='Little Aisyah Goes to Pulau Belakang Mati'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-8017471943220956939</id><published>2007-04-16T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:39:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Turned 3!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;On Saturday the 31st of March, Little Aisyah had a small dinner gathering with her family to celebrate her birthday (and her Mama's big 3 too!). Thank you all for your wonderful presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But on her birthday on April 2, Little Aisyah had a field day with her Mama. Sporting her brand new birthday watch, she exclaimed to her Mama that it's "late already" and so it was "time to go". &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020004.jpg" width="250" /&gt; But first, there was a quick stop they had to go to drop off an important book. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020009.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Once at Vivo, they had their brunch and Little Aisyah told her Mama that since she was already a "big already" girl, she could eat her French Fries with chilli sauce. Mmmmm...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020022.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; Quickly they ate so that Aisyah could play. &lt;img src= "http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020035.jpg" length=350 width=250 /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After a full five minutes of playing, Aisyah complained that it was just too hot and wanted to buy her toy. At Toys R Us, she was so excited to see herself captured on the big screen that she refused to budge, jumping up and down like the little monkey she is! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020044.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;However, the best part of the day was getting to meet her Abah for a whole 10 minutes. Her Abah gave her 'ice cream' money and she trotted off to do more shopping. Aisyah and her Mama then spotted a very nice place to custom make her own toy. First, she selected the"brown" skin, white just would not do. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020069.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt; Then, she selected a 'voice' for her new toy: giggles! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020070.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, she proceeded to 'stuff' the brown skin with cotton... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020080.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt; and then gave it a heart before sewing it up. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020087.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all ready, she 'bathed' her new bear,  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020095.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;put on a cool white T-shirt and a pair of jeans (just like her!)&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020101.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020104.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt; a pair of trendy pink shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020106.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;and then voila! her 'Birithday Brownie Bear' - complete with birth certificate (same birthday as her too!) After that, she sat down to enjoy her much deserved ice-cream and ended her wonderful day with her Mama. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1020114.jpg" length=350 width=250&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-8017471943220956939?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/8017471943220956939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-aisyah-turned-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8017471943220956939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/8017471943220956939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-aisyah-turned-3.html' title='Little Aisyah Turned 3!'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-34014639832075683</id><published>2007-03-24T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:37:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Goes Beach Holidaying...Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt; Hello everybody! Today I want to tell you about my holiday to the north coast of Malaysia. It was way cool, so read on to what I have to say, o.k. ...or I bite you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... it was a veeeeeery relaxing journey. I slept as usual at what? 10p.m. and before I know it, when I woke up, here we all are in Terengganu! It must be a very short journey to get to Terengganu.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010568.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, we had breakfast at a lovely small warong. I had nasi lemak and after that, I looked at the beautiful sea that will take me to my destination.  Though from this picture, I think my Mama wants people to look at my butt. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010579.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferry journey was so relaxing that my Mama, Abah and I all slept soundly for "two hours" I think I heard my Abah say. But we were stuck in the ferry because our holiday chalet did not fetch us with their  speed boat for us! So me and two other families were stranded for another half hour before we shared a speedboat and had to WALK all the way to our chalet. What a bummer. I was soooo tired that I insisted on being carried. But the coolest thing was seeing the 'big car' carry our bags.   &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy and his Abah was very brave to perch on that thing. I only smiled and shook my head when the driver offered to bring me up. What are they thinking? I have my very own transport ANYTIME I WANT. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010588.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chalet house was soooo pretty. I love just sitting down on the verandah and watching the lovely blue ocean. How I wish every day would be like this.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very same day, we went out into the ocean. I put on my safety vest and made sure my Mama's safety vest was O.K.(I mean, if anything were to happen, my Abah has to save ME first, so she better take care of herself) and off we went! There are no digital photos here because of what happened to the digital camera on our last trip to Tioman. Sadly, all the lovely photos of me in the ocean in Tioman got wiped out and this time round, my Mama only took photos on those disposable Underwater cameras. But let me tell you, I was scared to be in the ocean. Oh, it was alright at first but when my Mama went into the ocean too, I screamed and yelled to be with her. There was once when my my poor Mama had to carry me and my Abah pushed both of us back to the boat. The Marine Park trip was better. I played in the sand, went in the ocean with my Mama and Abah and fed the little fishies bread. That was alright. &lt;br /&gt;After snorkelling, we'd all go back to rest for an hour before having our meal. See the little yellow safety jacket there next to the big Yellow one left to dry? That one's mine (the big one's my Mama's).&lt;br /&gt;Oh, come upstairs to where we sleep. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010723.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool, sleeping on the loft. I don't understand why Mama kept saying "this is just like heidi". Who is this heidi person she keeps referring to? &lt;br /&gt;On the last day, I kept the verandah clean and tidy before the sad journey to Kuantan for another holiday my Abah promised me! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010826.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But before that, we took many many photos. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010744.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Kuantan was sooo long. I was restless and my Mama and Abah kept promising a big swimming pool for me, I suspect to just shut me up. The minute we reached there, I demanded to see this big swimming pool they kept promising me. Yeah, it was 'big' alright. It wasn't big but I had loads of fun anyway. I was thrilled to just be able to swim!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010859.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A wile later, I cried as they said it was getting late and time for dinner! Who needs to eat when there's plenty of chlorine filled water right in front of you! I followed them up anyway, but not without making a BIG fuss first, and my Abah kept me cool with his T-shirt. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010914.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great for my Abah and Mama. They had seafood at this supposedly very famous place in Kuantan.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010916.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All I had was a spoonful of plain white rice and one prawn and half a teaspoon of crab. I was still thinking of that lovely swimming pool. I would have settled for a longer time in the bathtub even! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010922.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning it was time to go. My poor Mama fell ill on that day and I waited patiently outside the hotel for my Abah to drive us back home &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The journey back home in the day time was more tiring but there was plenty to see. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010943.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like cows. Like cows crossing the road. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010939.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...interesting. And sheep. And me vomiting in the car. And my Mama still ill and my Abah getting really tired and impatient. And me crying in the car. And the smell of my vomit in the car. Hmmmm...it was definitely a bummer to go back home. Ah, well but the trip to Redang was really great and I had fun. Bye. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010688.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-34014639832075683?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/34014639832075683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-aisyah-goes-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/34014639832075683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/34014639832075683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-aisyah-goes-beach.html' title='Little Aisyah Goes Beach Holidaying...Again'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-7410203584711905834</id><published>2007-03-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:03:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah @ Posh Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font color=brown&gt;One evening, Little Aisyah went to her cousin's first birthday party at a super cool Club. She was so excited to be there especially at the Children's Play room where she straightaway began to colour and build towers of blocks ~ her Mama's future Architect. When she saw the cute birthday girl, she went to give her gift and went, "Soooo cute" for two seconds and then ran back to colour her paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Magic-Man" was most entertaining. Aisyah loved to look at him. He made a beautiful Cat for Aisyah which deflated five minutes later when Aisyah bit into it! Luckily, her Mama managed to snap a photo of it right after the "Magic-Man" handed it to Aisyah. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even entered a competition! Unfortunately, it was her Abah and Mama who pushed her on stage, thinking it was a group competition. She gamely went up on stage to sing Natasha a birthday song but she was so shy that she practically whispered only half the song! Nonetheless, her Abah and Mama were very proud of her effort and bravery. Bravo! [Well, we did force her ;) ] &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Birthday Girl's Mummy broke the pinyata (No choice since NONE of the children present after rounds and rounds and rounds of attempting to break the super duper strong Mexican inspired balloon-game &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010515.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=250 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, all the children scrambled to grab the sweets strewn on the floor. After a delayed 5 seconds reaction, Aisyah too scrambled. Her Mama was so happy to see her involved but a few seconds later, her Mama realised that Aisyah was busy collecting the confetti! She quickly ran over to explain to Aisyah that she was supposed to be collecting the sweets. Ah, finally Aisyah understood but by then, only managed to get one sweet. Hee. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010552.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" length=300 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really an enjoyable party for all. Thank you Natasha! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-7410203584711905834?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7410203584711905834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-aisyah-posh-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7410203584711905834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7410203584711905834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-aisyah-posh-party.html' title='Little Aisyah @ Posh Party'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-7077940676892972845</id><published>2007-03-01T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:42:54.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy my slideshow (courtesy of the FIL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-73.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782118176627&amp;amp;site=widget-73.slide.com" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:600px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=5&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=216172782118176627&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p1/216172782118176627/bb_t005_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=5&amp;amp;sk=2&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=216172782118176627&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-73.slide.com/p2/216172782118176627/bb_t005_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-7077940676892972845?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7077940676892972845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/enjoy-my-slideshow-courtesy-of-fil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7077940676892972845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7077940676892972845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/03/enjoy-my-slideshow-courtesy-of-fil.html' title='Enjoy my slideshow (courtesy of the FIL)'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-4291062010277044075</id><published>2007-02-27T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:14:21.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Goes to the Big SEA city!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Finally, Little Aisyah and her Mama and Abah managed to squeeze in a few days to the Malaysian capital city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Her Mama woke her up in the wee hours of the morning and plonked her in the car. A few minutes later, as the engine drone on, she zonked off - but not before insisting on wearing her jumper. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010240.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At dawn, at a famous pitstop where the shops were still closed, Little Aisyah had her typical Malay breakfast. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010251.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Once there, what's a city girl gonna do but to hit the malls and to EAT EAT EAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010266.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010311.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010302.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010278.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010419.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She was well-behaved in restaurants but preferred to eat her butter rather than the food... hmmm...&lt;em&gt;butter-licker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010406.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And Little Aisyah really knows how to apply knowledge learnt from home or storybooks... the minute she saw a cow mascot outside the restaurant, she pulled the udder and kept saying, "Mama, milk come out, " much to the amusement of the diners inside. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010381.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On the public holiday where the shops were all closed, Little Aisyah brought her parents to Putrajaya - the administrative capital. There, she prayed, took in the lovely scenery and posed real good for the artist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010354.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010364.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010370.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The next day, on her way home, she visited her third cousins and got introduced to them all. Unfortunately, the pictures have all disappeared and one day when they decide to appear again in her Mama's camera, it will be posted up here on the blog. In the meantime, she played (with much confusion) with 'Naweera' and 'Munirah'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010456.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Overall, it was quite a fun holiday break for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;TAMAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010376.jpg" width="250" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-4291062010277044075?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/4291062010277044075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyah-goes-to-big-sea-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4291062010277044075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/4291062010277044075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyah-goes-to-big-sea-city.html' title='Little Aisyah Goes to the Big SEA city!'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1029924069775108383</id><published>2007-02-07T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:27:01.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah's Korban Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Last Hari Raya Korban, Little Aisyah went to the mosque like last year to see the lambs being slaughtered. Older now, her Mama thought that she would create a ruckus but she didn't even flinch upon seeing the lambs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;slaughtered up close. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010039.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After waiting and waiting and waiting, she finally got to eat her breakfast cum lunch together with her Tok and Amu. Mmmmmm....delicious. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010048.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After visiting her Jiddah's place, it was time for her to traipse down to her Nanny's and celebrate her one and only cousin's 6th birthday. Her Mama was most excited to see the boxes and boxes of Happy Meal neatly lined on table waiting to be consumed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But first, the children had to play games. First up was the "Limbo" and my, my, can Little Aisyah limbo her way through several rounds! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010095.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Then, they played Musical Chairs and Little Aisyah didn't do too badly with that either. She didn't really rush and fight for the chairs but just happened to be near empty chairs when the music stopped. If only she can be that lucky for everything!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010101.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Finally, they got to eat! Yummy! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010121.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was at the "after party" event that Little Aisyah became less 'spaced out' and was more herself. She pranced and danced and was very very unlady like playing with all the other girls. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010156-1.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But the piece de resistance had to be the ice-cream cake. She, by accident, had two whole huuuge slices of cake and finished them all herself! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1010170.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was indeed a much more exciting Raya for her that year. THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1029924069775108383?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1029924069775108383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyahs-korban-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1029924069775108383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1029924069775108383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyahs-korban-day.html' title='Little Aisyah&apos;s Korban Day'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-3210208334294278004</id><published>2007-02-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T14:27:14.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Goes to JB</title><content type='html'>During the Christmas weekend, Little Aisyah's trip to the city was thwarted by fears of the floods so she settled on somewhere much much nearer instead. The view from the hotel room was, well, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000870.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important for Little Aisyah on holidays is that the place must have a very cool bath tub. It also must have a cool swimming pool. Basically, as long as she is surrounded by water, she is alright with the place. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 323px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000874.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how fabulous this pool deck is!Ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000949.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she got to meet her favourite Sesame Street characters there at the mall plus she got a free massage from her Mama.... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000998.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look people, betcha don't know how your face looks like when the masseuse manhandles you! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 313px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000979.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, while her parents ate, she got special attention from the pianist. Talk about special treatment and he said she was talented...Got to think about enrolling her in piano lessons now hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000934.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an alright holiday and Little Aisyah enjoyed her outing there...Goodnight folks...yes, I am always Daddy's little baby o.k.?... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b41/aisyahlovemama/P1000943.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-3210208334294278004?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/3210208334294278004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyah-goes-to-jb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3210208334294278004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/3210208334294278004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/02/little-aisyah-goes-to-jb.html' title='Little Aisyah Goes to JB'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-1942612010950374574</id><published>2007-01-12T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:18:10.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Little Aisyah Spent her Mama's Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When it was her Mama's break from work, Little Aisyah spent many a days with her dear mother. She did many things. She was quite a dutiful great grand daughter, grandniece, grand daughter and great great niece as she visited all her "GREATS" during that break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At home, she practised baking cupcakes with her Play-Doh ... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000687.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000690.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and when she perfected her skill, proceeded to help her Mama bake real cupcakes. They were very pretty. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank" length="300" width="300" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000698.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She read story books&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000715.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;and went to the library where she kep picking up Mandarin books for her mother to read. Sigh. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000789.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, not that one, Aisyah. This one we can read together... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000787.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She went to the beach and while her parents were happily eating nasi bungkus &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000737.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, she swam in the sea... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000743.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She followed her Mama to work and while her Mama worked, she drew on the floor. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000769.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When school resumed, she followed her Mama sell her CCA to the new students and became the mascot...sooo &lt;em&gt;enthu&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1010178.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She visited other children too and had a nice time playing with children her age... It was a nice time to bond and for her Mama to see that ALL children are hyperactive and cheeky... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000853.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000799.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000793.jpg" width="300" border="0" length="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;She had, according to her Mama's boss, quite completed her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...whatever that meant (her Mama is really at a loss when it comes to acronyms.) The only thing which she still did not manage to achieve during the holidays was to be potty-trained! By hook or by crook, she better learn how to use that potty properly next holiday! THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-1942612010950374574?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/1942612010950374574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-little-aisyah-spent-her-mamas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1942612010950374574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/1942612010950374574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-little-aisyah-spent-her-mamas.html' title='How Little Aisyah Spent her Mama&apos;s Holidays'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-7065255443404881060</id><published>2007-01-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:44:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah and Dee Boyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;During the holidays (it was still Raya period), Little Aisyah followed her Mama go visiting her Mama's old friends (from her Mama's secondary school days). It was great fun because there were SO MANY other little children for her to play with. Unfortunately, the children were all boys but that did not stop Little Aisyah from roughing and tumbling with them boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000585.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At dear Aunty Farizah's house, the children fought for the many toys and even had an educational moment when they looked at and touched the RABBIT.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That's MY bicycle, Mister! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000588.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The best part of the outing (in Little Aisyah's opinion) was seeing Aunty Farizah ride her cute little Vespa and wanting to ride on it. Of course, when her Mama really put her on the scooter, she &lt;em&gt;scooted&lt;/em&gt; away. Hehe.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000601.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;All in all, it was a very fun day for her, forming her own rock band and getting to eat pizza, courtesy from Aunty Sue.  &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000607.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hopefully  next Raya there will be more children for her to play with! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000597.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-7065255443404881060?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/7065255443404881060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-aisyah-and-dee-boyz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7065255443404881060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/7065255443404881060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-aisyah-and-dee-boyz.html' title='Little Aisyah and Dee Boyz'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-116434650626009345</id><published>2006-11-24T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:41:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Aisyah Graduates</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i finally graduated, well, sort of. Whatever it was, last Saturday was very fun. It started off pretty scary, what with my Mama running away after handing me to my teacher.  All the other kids Mummies and Daddies were there.I followed my teacher everywhere she went, so much so that people kept asking her if I was her daughter! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't outwardly thrilled when my parents finally did come to join in my party. I mean,&lt;i&gt;goodness&lt;/i&gt;, I was amongst other children there. So I gave a cool smile when they walked through the door and looked at my teacher expectantly. Go on, tattoo my hands now. She wanted to seek my Mama's permission before she vandalised my arm. After the beautiful flower tattoo, I brought my parents back to the room so that they could eat - and I could have some more of that lovely Ribena. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000491.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat and ate and looked around and it wasn't for a full thirty minutes later that my Mama realised that there were &lt;i&gt;activites&lt;/i&gt; for us to do! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly went over to that table and tried to badger this small little blue boy into giving his seat up for me. I didn't push, ok. I just sort of stood behind him, holding on to the back of his chair and kept asking my Mama that I wanted to sit down and paint. He finally relented, what a sweet boy. Then, I found out it wasn't painting, it was making flowers. I was so happy and very &lt;i&gt;task-oriented&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000510.jpg length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Abah helped me to fasten the stick at the end and &lt;i&gt;voila&lt;/i&gt; my flower was done. After which my Mama had to tell me that it &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; a flower but a s-t-a-r. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000517.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to another room - the "grape" room. Again, I saw that little blue boy sitting  at the table. This time round, he was with his Mama but I didn't care. I tried using my pressurising technique again but without much resistance, he gave up his seat to me. I quickly sat down. This time round, I had to paint grapes, though, I think I heard my Mama mention that it wasn't paint, but glue. I loved it anyway, painting glue on that piece of paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000525.jpg length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, there was such a commotion as people ran out of the room. I heard shouts of "Santa is here" but who cares when you can paint glue over and over. I was adamant not to move but eventually, they forced me out of the lovely room and into the main play area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this was where the fun part began. Lots of singing. Like my favourite show, &lt;i&gt;Fun Song&lt;/i&gt;. I sang and I jumped and I wriggled and I jumped some more. It was great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000540.jpg length =300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a fashion show. I stood around with the rest and when my teacher called out my name, I held her hand and she twirled me around. I don't know why I put my finger in my mouth as she did that. Nerves I guess. Heh.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000544.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length =300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I got my certificate. I walked quickly to that guy in red with a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; fake white beard (I mean, who is he kidding? Men, don't have beards. Look at my Abah and all my Uncles. Sheesh) i tried to grab the certificated but he witheld it and held out his hand. So, like I always do during Eid before I can get those green packets, I kissed his hand, and everyone laughed! So weird. But I got my certificate and my present which I dutifully ripped open the minute I sat down. Two lovely Pooh-Pooh bear towels. Now, how lucky can one get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my favourite "Goodbye" song, it was time to leave. But not before I took a photo with my teacher. I think I heard my Mama say, "Take one photo now. Next year no more." I wonder what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-116434650626009345?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/116434650626009345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-aisyah-graduates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116434650626009345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116434650626009345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-aisyah-graduates.html' title='Little Aisyah Graduates'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-116279326911182546</id><published>2006-11-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:37:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah's Third Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;This year was the third time Aisyah celebrated EidulFitri with her family. As usual, it was a busy time for the little girl but what made the celebration slightly different than the previous years' was the children. Now older, Aisyah is able to interact fully and enjoy herself playing with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really had a lot of fun playing with people of her "stature". On the first day, she played under her great grandmother's bed, ate rice together and even managed to get a manicure from her 'aunt'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000152.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000180.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000197.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her visits to relatives homes, she played with children she didn't even know. It was heartening for her Mama to see how friendly she was as she interacted confidently with total strangers. Judging from the way she took photos with some of these lovely children, you'll never guess she has no clue who these people are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000241.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000279.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000141.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000330.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a lovely hostess (sort of) to her guests when they came over to visit. She &lt;i&gt;tried her best&lt;/i&gt; to share her toys with them and had a lot of fun running around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000219.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler's Aisyah's third Raya was definitely more fun for her. Thank you to all the lovely children who made her day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-116279326911182546?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/116279326911182546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/11/toddler-aisyahs-third-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116279326911182546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116279326911182546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/11/toddler-aisyahs-third-raya.html' title='Toddler Aisyah&apos;s Third Raya!'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-116114653076973434</id><published>2006-10-18T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:42:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Goes Kuih Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; It's been a year already and last weekend was time again for Toddler Aisyah to buy cookies for the coming Hari Raya. In the car, she was so super duper excited to have &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; her grandmothers going out with her that she really acted like a wee little monkey. She could not keep still and she could not keep quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000034.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they finally reached the "Cookie Palace", Aisyah was so sleepy that she had to be put in the stroller, but not before she saw all the colourful cookies on display! Soon, however, poor Aisyah fell into deep sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000039.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000043.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mama and her Abah together with the two grannies, shopped happily undisturbed, buying cookies galore. When Aisyah woke up, all their shopping was done. Aisyah was not disappointed, however, as on her lap was a box of Macdonald's Happy Meal. She was so excited eating her favourite crispy golden fries and chomping on her burger eagerly (that is, after many threats from her Mama that Aisyah would only get the Happy Meal toy if she ate the burger too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000049.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000050.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs they went to "look see look see" and while her grannies were at a very dangerous area (read: FRAGILE BREAKABLES), her Mama told her to do some modelling practice. Just in case, you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000058.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000059.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was time to rush Aisyah over to her school. A school that she loves so much attending but which her Mama will have to force her to leave at the end of the term. She happily showed her Nanny and her Jiddah her school -  the school which they have heard so much about but never seen. Here is Aisyah at the start of school - the "tuning in" session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mama and grannies however, were more interested to do more shopping and forgot all about the time. Luckily, her Abah was there to fetch her and to witness how his dear little Aisyah actually put her head on a boy's lap! Sigh. So young so &lt;i&gt;gatal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful trip for dear little Aisyah and she cannot wait to wear her new clothes for Hari Raya. Peace to everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/P1000009-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-116114653076973434?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/116114653076973434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/10/toddler-aisyah-goes-kuih-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116114653076973434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116114653076973434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/10/toddler-aisyah-goes-kuih-shopping.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Goes Kuih Shopping'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-116053929247810849</id><published>2006-10-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:08:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Reminisces</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I thought I'd reminisce a bit when I was still a wee little baybee... Ah, I was so cute then. No hair, no teeth, no "vocabulary". Hyuk Hyuk. This is what I wrote when I was about 3 months old. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=purple&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are several ways to trick my mother into thinking I have drank the bottle of milk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) look at her in the eye, and while she is mesmerized and making comments like “You are so cute” “I love you Aisyah” “Awww…you must be real hungry,look at you suck away” “Mama sayaaaang Aisyah”……slowly let the milk flow down the sides and hopefully into my chin, where she will not notice. Unfortunately, she always notices after a while. “Aaaaggh!! Bib bib..where’s the tissue. Aisyah..!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) In my earlier days, my mother would stuff the bottle into my mouth and looked so happy when I sucked away. Ah. Little did she know I was only pretending to swallow. All I did was do the mouth movements. How funny when after more than ten minutes she realizes that the milk level was still at 90 ml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) Ah. Bubbles. Suck suck suck. Blow blow blow. This technique unfortunately, is easily detected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several ways also to trick my mother into carrying me. These past 2 days however, do not seem to work. Somehow, my mother has gotten smarter over the weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Method #1 Yell at the top of my voice. That will make her come running and carrying me instantly. AH. Once in her arms, give her a cheeky smile. After 5 weeks, she doesn’t come running anymore. More like strolling. Once, I even heard her tell my Abah not to carry me and let me cry! Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Method #2 Refuse to sleep. Once she puts me down, after 5 min or less, all I have to do is wake up, make whimpering noises. Then, I start crying again and again until she cant take it and have to carry me. What bliss. This works wonderfully in the middle of the night. She dare not let me cry in the cot then for fear of waking my Abah up. Heh heh heh. This one I win hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Method #3 Pretend to sleep. Once I am in her arms, I close my eyes and dream of lovely lovely things. Once in a while, I peep open to see if she is still carrying or rocking me to sleep. The minute she changes position to put me down, I open both eyes wide. But when she doesn’t, sleeping in her arms is absolute heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/aisyah_148.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font=blue&gt;Ah, those were them good ol' days when I can have my way with my Mama. Now, sadly, I do believe she is the one who has been tricking me to get &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; way. Hmph. I know I will find new ways to get around that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHALAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-116053929247810849?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/116053929247810849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/10/toddler-aisyah-reminisces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116053929247810849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/116053929247810849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/10/toddler-aisyah-reminisces.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Reminisces'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-115707987638455667</id><published>2006-09-01T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:53:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=Blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody! Look. I no longer sit in the car seat. My Abah says that's only for babies. My new &lt;i&gt; boo-ter&lt;/i&gt; seat is pink and very comfortable &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/20-08-06_1752.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I sit in front with my Abah. When my Abah fetced me home one day with my Mama, I told my Mama, "Mama, you sit behind. Aisyah sit with Abah." &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/26-08-06_17011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grin.&lt;br /&gt;See, I am so happy to sit in front because I can see many things from here. But sitting in front makes my Mama very sad. So being the good girl that I am, I told my Mama, "Aisyah sit behind. Mama sit in front."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now only in the mornings when I am with my Abah, I get to sit in my new &lt;i&gt;boo-ter&lt;/i&gt;seat with Abah.  I really love being a big girl now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-115707987638455667?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/115707987638455667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-seat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115707987638455667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115707987638455667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-seat.html' title='My New Seat'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-115707926885562279</id><published>2006-09-01T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:51:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Loves her Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that toddler Aisyah has learnt how to savour food, she really enjoys eating them. Just look at her size now and you can tell. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a lunch date with her Mama's friends, she ate ... &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/10-08-06_1357.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She even ate with such gusto the spicy cabbage dish with rice. Then again, she &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt; hungry.Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out alone with her Mama though, was a different matter. M-A-C-D-O-N-A-L-D-S is a weekly ritual. Most of the time though, it was not the burger or the crispy golden fries that she craves but rather, the free balloons and the Happy Meal toys. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/12-08-06_1645.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/12-08-06_1844.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ultimate favourite food is...&lt;b&gt;SOUP&lt;/b&gt;. All sorts of soups. Western style creamy soup, Malay style spicy sour soup, Chinese soup or even just the &lt;i&gt;watery soya saucy &lt;/i&gt;leftovers from a stir fried vegetable dish 'soup' will all be lapped up in no time. Here are pix of Aisyah's savouring soups from Pizza Hut and Eatzi respectively. Look at how dainty and ladylike she is drinking her soup from a spoon. What manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/27-08-06_1108.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/26-08-06_1819.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are pix of the real Aisyah eating her soup. What manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/27-08-06_1137.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/26-08-06_1821.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, food. We start them appreciating food from young so that when they grow up they will eat the food that &lt;i&gt; we &lt;/i&gt;enjoy! Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-115707926885562279?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/115707926885562279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/09/toddler-aisyah-loves-her-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115707926885562279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115707926885562279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/09/toddler-aisyah-loves-her-food.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Loves her Food'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-115217506296821774</id><published>2006-07-06T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:52:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah's First Henna and Wedding Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, toddler Aisyah had her first "tattoo"! After she saw her Mama being tattooed, she too wanted one of her own. Oh, how she loved looking at her hand all so brown and flowery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07084.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting her hand and arm done, she couldn't move at all as she waited for her designs to dry. Such a good child she was. (Such a vain child she was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07098.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Before getting her hand all tattooed, she practised her belly dancing skills. One day, she can actually perform a dance for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/addb31bd.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, it was her turn to be the bride. Oh, how she loved getting into that wedding gown. Her Abah and Mama's heart broke a little as they foresaw what would only happen in about 20 years time. Their dear Aisyah got herself dolled up with the help of her aunts and for a full 5 minutes, couldn't move her lips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/79d72dc3.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/1b4c9811.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/9f754cf4.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wedding, she was such a good girl accompanying the beautiful bride and groom down the looooong walkway to the dais together with all the other lovely flowergirls. She didn't cry, she didn't wander off and she didn't trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/e16afc2b.jpg" length=400 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beautiful wedding, it was time for Aisyah to take a break as she drank her favourite milk. No, not her Mamil milk in a bottle for her on that day. Noooo, she was a big girl that day as she slurped her "almond milk with cardamom and other spices" from a glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/20f412b8.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler Aisyah wonders when next can she be a flower girl again? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-115217506296821774?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/115217506296821774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/07/toddler-aisyahs-first-henna-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115217506296821774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/115217506296821774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/07/toddler-aisyahs-first-henna-and.html' title='Toddler Aisyah&apos;s First Henna and Wedding Party'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-114429751064787407</id><published>2006-04-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:25:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah's Big Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; Last Sunday, toddler Aisyah turned two. How time flies. She invited loads of people to celebrate the occasion with her. &lt;br /&gt;Throughout the birthday song sung to her, toddler Aisyah was so shy that she covered her face the ENTIRE time. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSCF0034.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally removed her hands from her face after the song ended to cut her favourite character birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSCF0037.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children ate the cake and played games while the birthday girl hostess looked on.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06974.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07008.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07006.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07000.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect hostess, while others were busy and happily playing, decided to spruce up the house. 'Her' house now, you know. Sheesh.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07012.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSCF0051.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is toddler Aisyah looking in the mirror. "No, no, no...you can't sit on my motorbike..in fact, no one can use my toys. But thank you for the lovely presents anyway..." Hee hee...&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06983.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the birthday girl with her paternal grandparents and her maternal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07018.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07026.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC07020.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the children enjoyed themselves.Thank you for coming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSCF0058.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-114429751064787407?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/114429751064787407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyahs-big-bash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429751064787407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429751064787407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyahs-big-bash.html' title='Toddler Aisyah&apos;s Big Bash'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-114429669669508633</id><published>2006-04-06T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T12:11:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah goes on a Holi Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, toddler Aisyah together with her Mama and her Abah took a short drive to an island resort. They left when she was still asleep and when she woke up, toddler Aisyah was thrilled to be having such a great breakfast.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06797.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06823.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06821.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that cheezels and coke and milk (competing with a local boy some more!sheesh)did not go down well and a few minutes later, she threw up. Her poor Mama had to change her clothes but toddler Aisyah was happy to change into her Pooh Pooh bear shirt for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06824.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect holiday for the water toddler as she swam all two days long and played in the sand. Ahhhh..the life of a toddler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06898.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06872.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, she saw loads of animals too, one of which shared the same name as her! Yes, 'Aisyah' the goat or "meh-meh" as 'Aisyah' the toddler calls it, was a hit favourite with the young tyke.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06927.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06928.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler Aisyah thoroughly enjoyed her holidays and hopes to go for more island adventures soon! &lt;br /&gt;Ta-Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06926.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-114429669669508633?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/114429669669508633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyah-goes-on-holi-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429669669508633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429669669508633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyah-goes-on-holi-holiday.html' title='Toddler Aisyah goes on a Holi Holiday'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-114429595198016650</id><published>2006-04-06T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:59:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah goes to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; One weekend, toddler Aisyah went to the zoo with her paternal family. It was a bright and sunny morning and they saw a lot of animals there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06717.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the chimpanzee and the sea lion, Aisyah," her Abah said.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooooooo....leaf," was the reply as toddler Aisyah was more interested looking up at the ceiling decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Aisyah, look at that animal," said her Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;"Waaaaaaa.....nak, nak, nak,"came the enthusiastic reply as she rushed to the information counter to press on the buttons.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06723.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giraffes, Aisyah, giraffes," said her Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;"Sit, sit..Aiyah sit," she insisted as she climbed on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06771.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Horse, Aisyah, horsey,"said her Mama to her already sleeping child. Nonetheless, her Mama insisted on taking a photo of her toddler with a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06739.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Aisyah, fish, fish," her cousin said.&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmm," came the reply as she happily munched on her Goldfish.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06785.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see the cows Aisyah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmmmmmmm...Aiyah eat, Aiyah eat......"&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06792.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the Ben &amp; Jerry's outlet was the highlight of the day for toddler Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;THE END   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06712.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-114429595198016650?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/114429595198016650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429595198016650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114429595198016650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/04/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-zoo.html' title='Toddler Aisyah goes to the Zoo'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-114015993889411780</id><published>2006-02-17T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:23:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah goes to the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;One fine weekend, Aisyah went to the park with her Abah and Mama. At the park, she had the opportunity to play with so many things. Here she is being spun around... Wheeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06677.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Aisyah sliding down the long curvy slide......Wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06637.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Aisyah swinging on the swing....Wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06600.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Aisyah falling from the swing...Kebong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06601.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park, a child girl-bully tried to intimidate toddler Aisyah but did toddler Aisyah feel victimised? No, not she. Here is Aisyah bullying the bully back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06659.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, it was time for some beach fun. The beach was Aisyah's favourite part of the day as she played in the sea and sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06684.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06689.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely day for all three of them and toddler Aisyah managed to get her tan on that day. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06688.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-114015993889411780?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/114015993889411780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/02/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114015993889411780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/114015993889411780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/02/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-park.html' title='Toddler Aisyah goes to the Park'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-113948895798315726</id><published>2006-02-09T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:24:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah and Her Bicycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few Saturdays ago, toddler Aisyah went for a fitting. No, it was not a dress fitting but a seat fitting- a seat on her Abah's bicycle.It proved to be a perfect fit!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06512.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day that Aisyah and her Abah and Mama brought home the bicycles, they decided to have a lovely lunch of leftovers at the beach. Only when they learnt to cycle did they realise how very near the beach was!The view was beautiful on that sunny day.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06550.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding a perfect spot, they enjoyed their lunch. Aisyah just loves eating out!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06530.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/aisyeatspagh.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to cycle back home. On the way home, her Mama spotted her head lolling about and true enough, Aisyah was fast asleep. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06556.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her poor Abah had to cycle ever so carefully so as not to injure her. All in all, it was a wonderful day for Aisyah and she looks forward to more adventures at the beach.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-113948895798315726?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/113948895798315726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/02/toddler-aisyah-and-her-bicycle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113948895798315726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113948895798315726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/02/toddler-aisyah-and-her-bicycle.html' title='Toddler Aisyah and Her Bicycle'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-113809985503541189</id><published>2006-01-24T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:43:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Kambing</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is Aisyah and I am going to tell you the day I collected my kambing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06450.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I went to the mosque near my house to collect my &lt;i&gt;kambing&lt;/i&gt;. I waited in the rain you know.There were so many people there.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06452.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited until I cannot tahan anymore. I don't understand only 11 o clock my eyes felt so heavy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06467.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I woke up, my Abah was carrying me and I saw the most amazing sight....Sorry, but the following pictures are not for the faint hearted o.k? I too young to understand so I o.k....Look...this is my kambing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06479.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need four men to slaughter my kambing you know.... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06483.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while waiting to get the kambing, it started to rain again so my Mama let me have a taste of korban kambing at the mmosque.....Mmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06494.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I spent the whole afternoon delivering kambings to various people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my story....&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06458.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meah Meah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-113809985503541189?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/113809985503541189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-kambing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113809985503541189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113809985503541189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-kambing.html' title='My First Kambing'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-113809720169018081</id><published>2006-01-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:06:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Can Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;During the December holidays, Aisyah learnt how to play. In fact, she learnt how to play so well that sometimes, her Mama gets a big headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being stuck at work for three whole months, her Mama's little social butterfly had a change of environment as she met new people and did new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06250.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06261.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also learnt how to draw and play with her dollies now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06388.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06371.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06363.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06360.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also did the usual kiddie playground stuff except this time round, with more motor skills honed, she became more daring...much to the dismay of her Mama ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06228.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, what are the holidays without W3....her favourite playground of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06420.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06426.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a fulfilling break for her before she had to go back to work...yes, toddler Aisyah has indeed learnt how to play with toys and not lick them no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-113809720169018081?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/113809720169018081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/01/toddler-aisyah-can-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113809720169018081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113809720169018081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2006/01/toddler-aisyah-can-play.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Can Play'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-113506950101315582</id><published>2005-12-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:05:01.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Moved to a New Place</title><content type='html'>Toddler Aisyah's photoblog has been changed. Please sms or call for new address if interested to read more about her and to view more photographs. Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-113506950101315582?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/113506950101315582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/12/toddler-aisyah-moved-to-new-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113506950101315582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113506950101315582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/12/toddler-aisyah-moved-to-new-place.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Moved to a New Place'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-113349748904221222</id><published>2005-12-02T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:24:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah's Second Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the fasting month, toddler Aisyah with her Jiddah and her Nanny decided to buy festive cookies for the coming celebration. They went all the way to JB to find the delicious cookies. Aisyah couldn't help herself and touched the cookies on display...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05970.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05976.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the BIG day, Aisyah decided to help her Abah clean the house too..Such a helpful girl, her Mama thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06008.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Day arrived and Aisyah was so excited to visiting loads of people. She met up with so many people and animals on the first 4 days.It was really fun for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06114.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06101.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06199.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06121.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06162.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC06165.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are but a few of the people she met. Toddler Aisyah hopes that next year will be just as fun and fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-113349748904221222?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/113349748904221222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/12/toddler-aisyahs-second-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113349748904221222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/113349748904221222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/12/toddler-aisyahs-second-raya.html' title='Toddler Aisyah&apos;s Second Raya'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-112989560140095357</id><published>2005-10-21T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T19:53:21.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Aisyah Goes to Geylang</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine weekend, Toddler Aisyah went to Geylang with her Mama and her Abah to buy curtains for the house. Over there, Aisyah was so excited at the throng of people that she cried wanting to escape from her confine. Of course, she was not allowed to except when her Mama and her Abah reached the safety of a shopping centre courtyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05862.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=200 width=200&gt; She was of course a safety hazard due to her size...hee hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for her parents to break fast, Aisyah did not want to be left out and happily ate street food together with them by the road side [she is training for backpacking stints in the future you see]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05871.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05868.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went wild naturally at the curtain shop as she browsed through samples of material [she is training how to run her future home when she gets married you see] and ran in and out of the shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05876.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=200 width=200 &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05879.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a wonderful experience for Aisyah. As for her Mama and her Abah, they couldn't believe how much she had grown from her last visit to Geylang (see Baby Aisyah's First Raya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, Aisyah will enjoy her second Raya as a hyper 19 mth old baby who still cannot talk...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FONT COLOR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-112989560140095357?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/112989560140095357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/10/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-geylang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112989560140095357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112989560140095357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/10/toddler-aisyah-goes-to-geylang.html' title='Toddler Aisyah Goes to Geylang'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-112830972281536237</id><published>2005-10-03T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:22:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddler Aisyah and a Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;One evening, Waddler Aisyah had a pleasant opportunity to witness her Mama's freind's wedding at a hotel. Mama Aisyah must say that her baby behaved quite well that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waddler Aisyah was given the opportunity to throw rose petals but when the beautiful bride came in, the flower petals remain clenched in her fist. Aisyah "waaaa-ed" at all things that made her go "waaaa" that night and ate some delicious food before going off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her appetiser while waiting for the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05735.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her taking a photo with her Mama and friends...Aisyah (and her Mama) was impressed with the lovely gown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05733.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Aisyah asking for more food? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05744.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, very good food, good company, good place makes a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-112830972281536237?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/112830972281536237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/10/waddler-aisyah-and-wedding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112830972281536237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112830972281536237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/10/waddler-aisyah-and-wedding.html' title='Waddler Aisyah and a Wedding'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-112530068848100433</id><published>2005-08-29T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:35:03.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddler Aisyah Goes to see Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; On National Day, Waddler Aisyah went to celebrate her nation's 40th birthday at Tampines. Of course, she spent the most part of the day cooped up at home watching television, but in the evening her Mama and her Abah brought her to the fields to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a long wait...she waited..and she waited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05483.jpg"length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05493.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly....BOOM BOOM BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05503.jpg" length=300 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah was astonished and watched the display with open mouth. Soon, her Abah and her Mama heard her say.."Waaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Waddler Aisyah did enjoy herself that day. The colourful display was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-112530068848100433?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/112530068848100433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/08/waddler-aisyah-goes-to-see-fireworks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112530068848100433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112530068848100433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/08/waddler-aisyah-goes-to-see-fireworks.html' title='Waddler Aisyah Goes to see Fireworks'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-112165782803748289</id><published>2005-07-18T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:15:06.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddler Aisyah Goes to Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;One fine day during the holidays, Waddler Aisyah decided that it was time for her to mingle with all the other waddlers in Singapore. So she went to MY GYM all the way in Woodlands for some FREE play and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so excited to be there and was really happy to see such BIG balls rolling all over the nice carpeted floor. "Ooo...there there there there'" she went all day long.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05320.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mama's good friend then decided to put her on a slide and down she went, falling into a pool of even more balls. Waddler Aisyah loved those small colourful ones that she decided to eat some of them. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05337.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Waddler Aisyah did have a good time there although she cried a whole lot trying new things. After 45 whole minutes jumping around on the baby trampoline, the swings, the slides, the balls, the games, the chasing here and there, Waddler Aisyah's Mama panted so hard she knew she lost weight during that time. Yes, MY GYM is really good to lose weight for all the Mamas... har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; Check her out amongst kids her age...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05352.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-112165782803748289?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/112165782803748289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/07/waddler-aisyah-goes-to-gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112165782803748289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/112165782803748289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/07/waddler-aisyah-goes-to-gym.html' title='Waddler Aisyah Goes to Gym'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-111595224483907616</id><published>2005-05-13T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:45:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah turns 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt; On 2nd April 2005, Baby Aisyah turned one. She celebrated it very simply with some close relatives. On that day, the table was full of goodies she could taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05095.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of her with her Abah, her Mama and her birthday cake... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05091.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" leength=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is picture of baby Aisyah's hand impression on her birthday cake...she was too impatient to wait any longer you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC05158.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Aisyah can't wait to go to school so she could have friends to invite to her party then... :) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-111595224483907616?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/111595224483907616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-aisyah-turns-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/111595224483907616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/111595224483907616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-aisyah-turns-1.html' title='Baby Aisyah turns 1'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-111580383572145312</id><published>2005-05-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:28:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah goes to Tanjong Jara</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;A few months ago, baby Aisyah and her parents went to Tanjong Jara which was a resort way up in Kuantan, Malaysia. The journey was long so they travelled at night. As usual, baby Aisyah...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04754.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up at dawn, it was raining so baby Aisyah decided to pass the time reading. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04769.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there that her Mama realised how straight her baby's curly hair turned into when subjected to the cold.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04773.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the resort, her Abah had nicely ordered a cot for her so she embraced her new sleeping quarters gratefully and proceeded to watch Sesame Street even while on holiday. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04788.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=20 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the resort, baby Aisyah played at the beach and the pool. She really loves playing on the sand and putting some in her mouth. Mmmmm...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04948.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/amnd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the hotel is what baby Aisyah loves. The smell of fresh bread rolls, the sight of the amazing spread but best of all, the waitresses and waiters who indulge her fancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04920.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC04882.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too soon, it was time to go back home to Singapore. Baby Aisyah hopes that all future holidays involve water. :p &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-111580383572145312?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/111580383572145312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-aisyah-goes-to-tanjong-jara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/111580383572145312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/111580383572145312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2005/05/baby-aisyah-goes-to-tanjong-jara.html' title='Baby Aisyah goes to Tanjong Jara'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-110354323978778311</id><published>2004-12-20T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:00:26.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah's First Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;The night before the B-I-G day, Baby Aisyah and her cousin went to Geylang Serai. They reached there at midnight! Baby Aisyah was still in her pajamas when she was forced out of her cot and into her Uncle's car. The night was very crowded but Baby Aisyah was totally fascinated by the bright lights and the colourful wares on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03694.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03711.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03706.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost two a.m. when Baby Aisyah finally went back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she woke up, she decided that enough was enough! This time, she was going to drive her parents to her grannies.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03725.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt; But when she got to her grannies, what did she do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03719.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03751.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the first day, she took photos with her Jiddah and her Nanny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03778.jpg"length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03722.jpg"length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also played with her aunts,uncles,cousin, second cousins and her second aunts and uncles(who were only 5 to thirteen years older than her!)&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03817.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03773.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03754.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSCF00501.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days, she visited her grandaunts and granduncles, great grannies and some great greats people!. Some were from her Abah's side, and some were from her Mama's side, and some were from both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03848.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03834.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03860.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03850.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03840.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03790.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03809.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03824.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; At the end of a week of exhaustive travelling, Baby Aisyah gave up. Even then, she did not finish visiting everyone and vowed to visit more next year. After one whole week, Baby Aisyah said "No more travelling" but the very next day, her Abah and her Mama brought her on a 9 hour drive all the way to Pangkor Laut! Look forward to Baby Aisyah Goes to Pangkor Laut. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-110354323978778311?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/110354323978778311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/12/baby-aisyahs-first-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/110354323978778311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/110354323978778311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/12/baby-aisyahs-first-raya.html' title='Baby Aisyah&apos;s First Raya'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109806757427105655</id><published>2004-10-18T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:52:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Loves to Lick</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;Baby Aisyah really loves the things around her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her toys so much that she licks them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03389.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt; and she licks them &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03384.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, she also loves to lick her toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03478.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her Abah's thumb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03270.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her Mama's handbag too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03187.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aisyah!" exclaimed her Mama. "If you don't stop with this licking habit, we shall have to punish you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Baby Aisyah continued with the licking. Exasperated, her Mama and her Abah punished her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03385.jpg" length=250 width=250&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109806757427105655?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109806757427105655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-aisyah-loves-to-lick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109806757427105655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109806757427105655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/10/baby-aisyah-loves-to-lick.html' title='Baby Aisyah Loves to Lick'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109584358554744031</id><published>2004-09-22T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:47:27.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah collects her Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;One day Baby Aisyah's Abah opened the letter box and saw Aisyah's letter of independence. Yes, Baby Aisyah can now go anywhere in the world with her new Passport now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for the big day, she bathed and swam in her new found independence in her swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03317.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03325.jpg"length=200 width=200 &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03304.jpg"length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicked and she splashed and she kicked and she splashed as she realised that she can now, even in the waters, turn over and turn back again. WOW! She thought. I can go to the beach like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting dressed and ready, Baby Aisyah and her parents went to wait in line for her passport. After waiting for minutes, Baby Aisyah beamed with joy. &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, she thought. &lt;em&gt;I am now free to roam around the world. Now, if only I can walk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03283.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109584358554744031?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109584358554744031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-collects-her-passport.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109584358554744031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109584358554744031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-collects-her-passport.html' title='Baby Aisyah collects her Passport'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109584295788694984</id><published>2004-09-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T17:03:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah follows buy Baju</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;One fine Friday afternoon, Baby Aisyah followed her Mama and her Hala go buy clothes for the upcoming Hari Raya (Eid). As usual, she was very excited to go out. When her Mama and her reached the bakery, she saw her Hala after more than a week of absence and could not recognise who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03206.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her Mama and her Hala plod on and reached the said SALE place called RH Fashion where 2 pieces cost only $199. While her Mama was busy browsing through the aisle of colourful costumes, Baby Aisyah again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03209.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Hala mean time had managed to find something she really liked real fast courtesy of the helpful &lt;em&gt;makcik &lt;/em&gt;there who introduced it to her. Although another size would have been a better fit, her Hala thought lilac was soooo Minah. Hur Hur, said her Mama. The colour however, was a beautiful rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03215.jpg" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03214.jpg" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her Mama had no choice but to try on a piece of another beautiful colour albeit very plain, she had to remove Baby Aisyah and give it to the makcik. Later on, her Hala saved her from the &lt;em&gt;makcik &lt;/em&gt;who kept saying, "Kenapa tak bawak pram kan senang. Semua bawak pram tolak aje." Her Mama in the dressing room had no chance to retort that she was from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the clothes, her Mama and Hala had lunch cum dinner - &lt;em&gt;lunchner&lt;/em&gt;. Baby Aisyah's mouth watered at the dish- it was no mean feat for her Mama to eat and entertain her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03232.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC03238.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course no matter where her Mama was,she would eat anything anywhere and back home, eat again. Hur Hur. But Baby Aisyah learns that her Mama eat many many times a day but in small small portions. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very rushed dinner, her Mama asked her Hala to help her carry the things back home. Altogether, Baby Aisyah thought what colourful beautiful clothes we have and thankfully, her Mama has found someone who is willing to help her sew a piece of baju kurong for her when she turns one. :) Look forward to her dressed like a Malay baby soon in upcoming titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109584295788694984?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109584295788694984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-follows-buy-baju.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109584295788694984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109584295788694984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-follows-buy-baju.html' title='Baby Aisyah follows buy Baju'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109538907364802121</id><published>2004-09-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:47:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Goes to a Tahlil</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday while the rest of Aisyah's maternal family sat down to pray and give tahlil to her late grandfather, Aisyah recalled how she went to a tahlil for the same purpose on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her jab, she felt really hot and so she was given a bath. Baby Aisyah loves to bathe and get dressed. She loves to be dried and bundled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03097.jpg" length=160 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her Mama &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03118.jpg" length=180 width=180 &gt;and pondered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmm.... I just want to be like my Mama and cover my head too&lt;/em&gt;...said she. And so, Baby Aisyah dressed like her Mama...well, almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03134.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03129.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tahlil, everyone covered their head, including Baby Aisyah. She fell asleep soon after that and also soon after that, woke up and cried for a full 20 minutes while the people were praying. She cried and she coughed and she cried and she coughed that her Mama and her Abah had to hurriedly take their leave. Once inside her Abah's car, she fell completely quiet and once inside her cot smiled and gurgled and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109538907364802121?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109538907364802121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-tahlil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109538907364802121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109538907364802121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-tahlil.html' title='Baby Aisyah Goes to a Tahlil'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109532027328040369</id><published>2004-09-16T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:37:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Goes for her JAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; One day it was time for Baby Aisyah to go take her third dose of vaccination. She was super excited to be there as she looked around at the throng of other babies and adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03041.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her turn, a full ONE HOUR even though her appointment was at half past ten, she dosed off and was blissfully asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03044.jpg" length=160 width=160&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when she went inside the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03046.jpg" length=170 width=170&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03049.jpg" length=160 width=160&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse dressed in all white came and took a loooong needle out from the fridge and poked her fleshy meaty juicy thigh real quick that her Mama could not take much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/Dsc03052.jpg" length=160 width=160&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Aisyah's face turned redder than a hot chilli pepper for three seconds, gave a grunt and then quickly suckled the bottle of water given to her. In less than a minute, she was smiling away and she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109532027328040369?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109532027328040369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-for-her-jab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109532027328040369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109532027328040369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-for-her-jab.html' title='Baby Aisyah Goes for her JAB'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109505435975606140</id><published>2004-09-13T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:45:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Met Other Babies</title><content type='html'>When Baby Aisyah was 2 months old, she met her Mama's baby and child. She also met Baby Sarah who was her Mama's friend's niece. Baby Sarah was 6 months then and could eat soft rice by chewing it with her gums! This was Baby ______ (her  Mama forgot lah her name) and her sister Fariha. The other person was of course Big Baby Aunty Mar... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/sharidbabe.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/marnkids2.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Baby Khalisa when she came for a visit. She is 6 weeks older than Baby Aisyah.She looks a lot like Baby Aisyah when she was a newborn. Wonder if Baby Khalisah has more hair now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC01446.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Baby Jazreen, her Jiddah's neighbour's child. At her Jiddah's house there are a lot of babies. There is one girl just upstairs who is 4 months older than Baby Aisyah, Baby Jazreen who is one month older, and opposite Baby Jazreen is another Chinese baby who is still under confinement for dont know how many more weeks. And this is only on the same level. There are many more babies in the block. Nostaligia abounds in this block as children who grew up years in that house either go back or stay behind with their children in tow. Their mothers on the other hand, have aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/831edb6e.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Baby Aisyah staring at Baby Jazreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/DSC02147.jpg" length 150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING UP soon...Baby Aisyah meets more babies by year end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109505435975606140?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109505435975606140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-met-other-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109505435975606140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109505435975606140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-met-other-babies.html' title='Baby Aisyah Met Other Babies'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109454144536880187</id><published>2004-09-07T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:29:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Goes to the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Last weekend, Aisyah and her parents went to the beach. This time round, Aisyah managed to drive the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/drivecar.jpg" length=100 width=100&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach, Aisyah was so happy standing on the white soft sand. She could not understand why her feet sank in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/nicebeach.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her Abah lifted her out of the water, she looked down and mumbled to herself,"What are those green stringy slimy things on &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;feet? Can somebody &lt;em&gt;please &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get them off&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/liftseaweed.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a whole &lt;strong&gt;ten &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minutes &lt;/strong&gt; at the beach, Aisyah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/sleep.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109454144536880187?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109454144536880187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109454144536880187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109454144536880187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-beach.html' title='Baby Aisyah Goes to the Beach'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109454097835496248</id><published>2004-09-07T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:09:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Aisyah Goes To Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;One day, Aisyah decided to go to Starbucks and sniff in the smells of all those wonderful coffee beans. When her Mama went to pick her up, she was told,"Hey, look, you and Aisyah wearing similar clothings!" Then, a young voice quipped, "I also same. Look, I also stripe stripe." And so before leaving for the overly pricy coffee place, her Mama took this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/amirnany.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at Starbucks, her Mama wished she had brought along the stroller but the very convenient stroller was too cumbersome to get. Luckily, Aunty Kat was there to relieve her of the extra weight. Look at how Aunty Kat and Aisyah coincidentally when taking the photographs have the same facial expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/katO.jpg" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/katEy.jpg" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah's Mama's friend who is like the Chipsmore cookie (now you see her now you don't) carried Aisyah later. Aisyah in gratitude left a trail of saliva on her tudung to thank her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/lin2.jpg" length=150 width=150&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah felt very comfortable at Starbucks that halfway through her Mama had to bring her to the loo and change her diapers. Thanks to Aunty Sue, Aisyah received one packet of pink baby wipes. Later Aunty Ina came along too and we all took this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/kingspride_77/gdgrp.jpg" length=200 width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was less than 2 hours of catching up, Aisyah felt happy bubbling away and even had a teeny taste of ice cream courtesy of Aunty Sue. Aisyah was so excited that day she fell into deep slumber on the way home in the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109454097835496248?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109454097835496248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-starbucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109454097835496248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109454097835496248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/09/baby-aisyah-goes-to-starbucks.html' title='Baby Aisyah Goes To Starbucks'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8140130.post-109392256651504181</id><published>2004-08-31T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T08:42:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=brown&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt; It was such a waste to throw all those lovely photographs away. So instead of writing now, I present my new blog site... a photojournal essay of times spent. The previous blog, (can't seem to print all hundreds and hundred of pages)will try to save them on disc.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8140130-109392256651504181?l=myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/feeds/109392256651504181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/08/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109392256651504181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8140130/posts/default/109392256651504181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstbornaisyah.blogspot.com/2004/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>ShaSha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
