Parenting 101 - Variance Analysis

Three months into primary school (Amri, not me) and guess what.... I saved loads of $$$! There was only one off minimal fee in the beginning of the year and that shopping spree with his school stuffs that cost quite a lot because Amri and I got a bit carried away. Plus I didn't really know which one is really needed so I bought them all. And those funky stationaries were kinda cute.

He no longer had high monthly fees as were his kindy years. Amri's pocket money only cost me about RM50 per month. His Qiraati class cost only RM40 per month. Weekly Tae Kwon Do class is RM18 per month. School itself has no monthly fee. No school bus expenses because I ferried him to school, hubby fetched him and he cycles to Qiraati class. No tuition class whatsoever. I doubted there'll be any tuition teacher on earth that could knock some sense into his head. Plus I already figured out how to tutor him. Pretty easy actually. Just turned everything into monetary term. If he couldn't figure out what is 6 + 6, just asked him what is RM6 + RM6. Trust me, he only took a few seconds to answer.

Sometimes I wonder how his brain works.

Well, the findings of the analysis is, primary school is good on the wallet. But not too good on other matters. Junk foods, foul languages, heavy bags and who's idea was it that school uniform needs to be WHITE shirt and WHITE shoes?

Adam the photographer

Found a lot of pictures taken by Adam, either using digital camera or my previous handphone. Some are pretty good, like this one here. Not bad for a three years old. Of course, there were also millions of junk photos

Amri at the backseat of my car. Just fetched him from tae kwon do class. He is the ever willing model for Adam :)

This is me, driving. Adam took this one using my old handphone. He kept asking me to smile, which I found very difficult to do while navigating Malaysian traffic. The best I could do is grimace.

Again....

Sigh

Banjir lagi....

Though not as bad as last year's flood. It only reached our car porch. But still, if the rain went on for a few more hours, I am pretty sure the flood would have reached our living room, if not the whole ground floor. Amri and his friends have a field day though. They were having loads of fun cycling through the flood water and getting drenched from head to toe :)
Adam however, is still at bed, thank goodness. Otherwise he'll be out there with Amri as well and I could just imagine another round of coughing-vomiting-med-doctors bill.

I am stranded at home in the meantime

Rain rain go away...

...and come again a little bit at a time.

So much so for a draughty season forecasted.

11.oopm : front neighbours started removing their cars to a higher ground.
11.20pm : next door neighbour removed their cars
11.23pm : i smsed amy and milly who lived at mayang sutera, asking about water level there
11.29pm : amy replied "alih your car cepattt"
11.43pm : kak azie called to check on me
11.45pm : smsed hubby to come home by boat
11.47pm : a neighbour rang the door to remind me that the water is rising
12 ++ : dozed off then awaken by warning siren, car horn and somebody using a heller to inform people that, really, the river was overflowing again
12.21am : martin rang the bell and checking whether i was aware of the situation.
12.30++ : hubby was home and set to removing our cars to mayang sari
12.47 : azida called to make sure we were okay
1.00am : went back to sleep
2.am++ : rain get heavier and water reached our porch....alamak! started to move a few stuffs upstairs then tried to go back to sleep
3am++ : cheryl called

I was not sure what time the rain stopped but the water stayed there.

Off duty...

I was feeling rather disoriented. First, it was school holiday so Amri was home and did not require my chauffeur service. I was also relieved from my duty as his alarm clock. Second, Adam was home as well, with a bit of temperature but still in his usual sunny self. I took two days off from work which at first, with the plan to tag along to Lumut with hubby and let the boys run wild at his national service camp. But the plan changed when hubby had other things to attend to, Tok Kie was here visiting and Adam was a bit off colour, all in one go.

So here I was, with practically nothing to do and feeling very weird. I used to rush between Seribadan, home, school, factory, daycare then seribadan again and now I had nowhere to go. The boys, as usual whenever grandparents were around, left me totally alone. I cooked, took a nap, surf internet, read one of my new books and it was not even lunch time yet.

I might as well enjoy this :)

Where's everyone?

Pretty quiet around here today. Peaceful. It is SCHOOL HOLIDAY!!

Both Amri and Adam are at daycare. Even next door kids were gone, probably balik kampung.

I feel like celebrating! But I'll start by taking a short nap first.

Books Galore

Other ladies received jewelry from their husband. Not me. I got a fully sponsored and chauffered trip to MPH distributor sale. And what do you expect when this makcik was let loose on a book sale? Hehehehe. Enough to say that I was so relieved when hubby carried my purchases for me. It was a rather heavy bag and quite a long walk!

Somehow, Amri was into books as well. Now and then he'd refused to trail obediently behind me and plopped himself beside a boxful of books. I was worried sick to leave him by himself but thankfully he did not budge at all. Not even one inch. However, he turned up his nose at whatever I picked out for him to read, preferring those Spiderman, Batman whateverman books. He even picked out a couple of Barney books for Adam, whom was contend to wait outside and eat icecream with his ayah.

I got the latest Kinsella's shopaholic series as well - Shophaholic and Baby! I read one of her book a couple of years ago and love it so much that I bought the whole shopaholic series plus her two other books. They were entertaining. Just the right stuff to read after a hard day at work.

I wind down by reading, okay. Preferably with my feet up. But actually, anywhere is fine for me

p/s: I finished the yummy Shopaholic and Baby on the next day, 2am. 10 hours after purchase time. But there were a trip to Kelana Jaya office and burger king Sg Buloh in between

note to hubby: Thank you very, very much. Also the reason I prefer a nearly 3000sqf built up house rather than one with large compound is that, erm.. I need a whole room to store my books (and your books too)

TGIF.... now breath!

Thank God it is Friday. Thank God it will be four days break. I was so exhausted. Adding Amri’s schedule to my already chaotic one was no joke! I think I need a maid, a driver and a personal assistant. We will be out of town from tomorrow to Tuesday. And it would be a nice break from school, seribadan and everything else in between.

Adam however, decided to give me a break after the hiding in bathroom incident. He even packed his own daycare bag, which I had to do spot checks just in case it includes smuggled items (VCD power rangers, my lipstick, icecream). And to answer eiseai question, I didn’t know what actually happened to Adam’s cheek. He came back from his evening ventures with bruised cheek and said his friend bite him. He seemed unconcerned so we just let it be. If it bothers him, we’ll have to hear about it for weeks so if he decided not to kick somebody ass about it, that was fine with us. It was just a tiny bruise, nothing like Amir though.

Amri had one of his tooth extracted a few days ago. It was loose for quite some time but Amri refused to let it go because it will make him look ugly. Well….he does looks ugly now, without one front teeth but fortunately took it pretty well. Most probably because it made brushing teeth and biting easier. He did not ask for handphone anymore as at today but decided to resume his pleading to let him cycle to school. He had been doing that since his second day at school.

The thing was, we made a mistake of saying that (then) he was not that skillful with bicycle. So, he decided to work on it. He practiced everyday, before and after school and all weekends. He was so into it that soon, the neighbours kids followed suit. Even our front neighbour, whom a bit overprotective with his 8 & 9 years old boys, let his boys cycle around with Amri. One week later, both boys chucked out their training wheel. So people, please avoid my street after 5.30pm because it seemed like all TTDI kids with bicycles, big and small, were all there. One good thing was that Amri get so good. I will just shut my eyes whenever he decided to show off his stunts. Duh! That was not the way it supposed to be. Anyway. We still did not allow him to cycle to school. For two reason actually. First, Amri now had pocket money so having a bicycle will enable him cycle to nearby grocery shop after school. I do not want that. Second, he’ll have to pass in front of secondary school. The traffic was terrible. Parents were parking their cars on the pavements meant for the pedestrian and bicycles. And parents who stop the car in the middle of the road once they spot their kids, never mind if there were other cars trailing behind. Also parents who made u-turn as and when needed. Plus those who reversed their car while chatting on mobile phone. So these primary school kids will have to zig zag in between the cars while keeping their eyes open for other possible errant drivers. Talk about teaching road manners to children. Yesterday, I saw a cute silver Swift backing into a girl. The girl fell from her bicycle but not injured. The Swift driver just drove off, uncaring. Didn’t even poke her head out of the window to check. No, I don’t think Amri is that street savvy.

So, sorry Amri. I know you are good but still, you are just 6. We’ll talk about this when you turn 8, okay. In the meantime, just bear with me as your driver.

Parenting 101 - Purchase Requisition

I was kind of expecting this request though. I knew it was coming, sooner or later. But Amri did take his time. About two months. So this afternoon, on the way to his school, Amri asked me whether he could have a mobile phone.

Whatever for, I asked.
Amri : So that Ibu wouldn’t be so mad at me for ‘borrowing’ your handphone.

Mind you, when he said ‘borrow’ it meant running away with my mobile phone. Twice. First time, he quietly slip my handphone into his Qiraati bag during our mad scramble for breakfast (read: ibu was running late for everything). Coincidently, on the very same morning, one of my instructors called in sick. Since no one pick up the call (Amri and handphone were already at Qiraati class), she sent me an SMS. Somehow, Amri deleted the SMS. Needless to say, I was fuming mad. Not only I turned the house upside down looking for my mobile phone, I also didn’t have a clue that my instructor wouldn’t be turning up that evening. Of course, Amri was grounded for that week. No bicycling for the week and no cartoon.

I thought it would put a stop to it. But it happened again. One sunny afternoon a few days ago, I noticed my handphone was again missing. Spent a few minutes checking inside my car and bag then decided to call my own mobile number. Unsurprisingly, the call was answered by Amri, with teacher’s calm voice and kids screaming at the background. Went to his school, straight to his class and demanded my handphone back. Asked the kindly English teacher if she could give a few stern words to Amri on my behalf (I doubted it, she doesn’t look stern enough), shot I-am-going-to-murder-you look to Amri and left, temper flared. Wouldn’t surprise if fire and smoke came out from my nostrils. I spent the rest of the day devising many ways of diciplining Amri. However, one hour of good workout at Seribadan later douched the fire. Plus looking at Amri’s sad face after being grounded again by his father. I decided just to have a good talk with Amri.
So help me God, I am a softie.

I am still wondering whether Amri should get his own handphone or not. Frankly, I think he is too young for it. He may be in Year 1 but he is, afterall, still a six year old boy. And acts/thinks like one. Plus, didn’t handphone a banned item at school? Though more than half of his classmates bring one. But they may need it for valid reasons, like missing their transport or the parents needs to let them know that they will be a bit late. Or the car was parked properly a few kilometres away (as if). I don’t really see a reason why Amri needs one either. He lives three minutes away from school, being sent and fetched by parents and has a mom who could reach his classroom in two minutes if she wants to. There was one day when hubby was waiting patiently for Amri at the back gate while Amri was waiting at the front gate and it was already 20 minutes after the bell rang. And his class teacher called me asking why Amri was still at school compound. Meaning that, there really was no reason to worry. Teachers were always there. And they had parents contact numbers listed somewhere.


So, this mom tells his son again to give her another good reason why he needs a mobile phone (in a no-nonsense accountant tone).
He said “ Untuk call ibu lah …. nanti Amri risau kalau tak cakap dengan ibu. Kalau ayah balik lambat, nanti ibu tak happy sebab ibu takde kawan nak sembang sembang. Kalau ada handphone, bolehlah ibu sembang dengan Amri”

Good enough reason?

I’ll leave it to hubby lah.

p/s: I was pleasantly surprised to see Amri’s classroom to have only about 30 something kids (or less). On registration day, it was 42 kids.

Parenting 101 gone awry

It was 10 minutes to 1pm and I was nagging Amri and Adam to hurry up and get inside the car. Amri to school and Adam to daycare. School started at 1.05pm and Amri had the tendency to wander off all over school before he actually arrived at his classroom. So needed to go earlier to satisfy that wanderlust. However, Adam was nowhere to be seen. I yelled for him but no one turned up. Checked his room and bathroom, he wasn't there. Not in guest room either. Checked my room and heard him singing from my bathroom. The door was locked. Asked him to come out because I needed to send Amri right now. He refused. I asked why. Because he didn't want to go to daycare. Promised him an ice cream if he come out now. He said no, thank you. Threaten to leave him home alone. He said, okay....bye! It was 1.02pm and I had no choice. Locked the door and leave a word with next door maid to keep an ear out for Adam. Sent Amri to school.

I was back 5 minutes later and found a dining chair near front door and Adam inside downstairs bathroom doing his big business. Asked Adam what the chair was doing there. He said, he wanted to take the keys to open the front door (plus grill) and go cycling but he needed to take care of his big business first. And could ibu please come in and wash his bottom because he was done now. I was speechless.

After putting his short pant on, Adam continued his interrupted activity. I simply watched because I needed to know how far could he go with the complicated lock and key. Amri was 5 when he figured out how to unlock that padlock. Adam was a bit advance I guess. He managed to unlock after a few minutes while singing Alif, Ba, Ta.... Somehow I got a feeling that this was not his first time.

Having succeeded the front door, he then proceeded for the gate. Which was easy peasy. It was auto gate and the switch was right beside the door. Since he was already standing on a chair, opening the gate was never a problem. Having passed his hurdles, he put the padlock and key properly on nearby coffee table and drag the dining chair back to its place. Grab his bicycle and went off. I allowed him a few minutes before putting my foot down and told him to get back inside the house. Lucky for me, it started to drizzle and Adam hurried back inside.

I was having pretty mixed feeling. First, proud that Adam was so brave staying alone, independant with his toilet business and clever with the locks. Second, scared of what would happened if I were to take longer than 5 minutes. What if Amri's school was 15 minutes away? what if Adam didn't need to answer nature's call? What if there was a fire? Or he slipped in the bathroom, or he could fell from the chair (well..that one happened everyday).

But still, a little bit of revamping is needed here. Say...a more complicated door access system? A combination of pin number and retina scanning maybe. A guard outside the gate? A key to all bathroom perhaps. Or just locked the keys in a safebox. Orang lain simpan jewelry, kita simpan keys :)

I couldn't help but felt a bit amazed at how Adam did his strategic planning. Of all the place in the house, he hide in my bathroom. The only place without key. Once locked from inside, there was no way I could enter, unless I wanted to try the old U days trick...use a card. But that was time consuming and I was not about to sacrifice my credit card.

While I am typing this entry, Adam was playing alone happily in his room. Singing, no less. And sticking Amri's dragonball stickers on his bedroom door. I bet Amri would be fuming mad when he get back from school this evening :)

Al Fatihah to adik Anis

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It happened at Amri's school. I just couldn't imagine how terribly sad the mom after the phone call from school. It was of course, Qada & Qadar but still, I couldn't help but wish that teachers are equipped with first aid training. Not just teachers, all parents should know about it.

I didn't know Anis's parents personally but I hope they are okay. Al fatihah to her.

I did occasionally get phone calls from Amri's teacher but they were mostly to complain that Amri was missing from his class. Now I think, any phone calls from school sure to make my heart miss a beat.

The myth about sweat

I wanted to post this in Seribadan but nothing happened after I clicked the 'publish' button. So I publish it here in the meantime....

What’s the Sweat?
MYTH ONE : If you’re not sweating, you’re not working out.

There are a lot of misconceptions about sweat. Hear this fact: Sweat has only one purpose — to cool the body. When your body temperature rises as a result of the energy production required by exercise (or the heat of the day), a couple of responses are triggered. First, the heart beats faster to move blood around the organs more quickly to absorb heat. At the same time, capillaries just under the skin dilate so blood can be closer to the skin surface, which is usually cooler than body temperature. If these cooling mechanisms aren’t enough, your sweating reflex kicks in — something like a built-in shower. Water from the blood moves to the skin surface through a network of more than 2.5 million ducts, or sweat glands, in the skin. When this “sweat” — which is composed of 99% water and 1% salt and other protein and fat-based metabolites — evaporates, it cools the body and leaves a salty-tasting residue on your skin.
You’ll notice the sweat if you live in a humid climate that deters evaporation. You may never think you sweat in a dry climate, where the same workout, at the same temperature, produces the same amount of sweat, but is not noticed because it evaporates so quickly.
Although sweat has no odor itself, when it is combined with bacteria on the body, it’s time to roll out the deodorant to combat the unpleasant odor associated with sweat.

MYTH TWO : Sweating helps you lose fat.
Some people still come to the gym wearing sweater suits designed to make them sweat profusely. If asked why they are using this gear, they often respond, “To sweat off fat.” Had they said, “To lose weight,” they would be accurate but misguided. Any post-workout decrease in weight is water-based sweat, not fat. Fluid replacement returns the scale to a pre-workout reading. The danger in this thermal approach to weight management is that any sweat produced cannot evaporate and cool the body.

MYTH THREE : Sweating rids the body of toxins.
There are no toxins in sweat. Toxins are removed by a healthy kidney and liver working full time to counter all we do to abuse our bodies with poor exercise, eating, and lifestyle habits. The body isn’t detoxified when it sweats. It’s overheated.
Sweating dehydrates the body. A dehydrated body is prone to heat exhaustion and heat stroke. Lost fluid must be replaced. Drinking water is a good place to start. A cup of water before and after your workout and sipping your water during exercise will suffice..

Source : www.walkabout.com

Adam is 3!

Just three? Judging by his size and manner, five is more like it. But three it is. Three years ago, I felt some mild contraction and took my time eating breakfast and all...thinking that Adam would take his own sweet time to come out. I was wrong. 45 minutes after epidural, Adam popped out. Everybody said the epidural was just a waste afterall, I did not really need it. However, i am a big time coward when it comes to pain so even if the labour pain took only 15 minutes, I would still insisted on epidural. Hehe. No offence to supermoms out there, ok.

Adam @ 3 months old

Adam @ 5 months old

Adam @ first birthday

Adam @ 2 yrs 11 months

Well, no party yet today since hubby is still at Lumut. Maybe Sunday, Insyaallah.

Happy Birthday Adam!

Amri goes to school - part 2

I now strongly believed that the real reason Amri becoming so gung ho about going to school was that few hours of freedom from me. Definately not because he couldn't wait to score straight As. Couldn't be about making new friends either since first, most of the kids come from ttdi jaya and second, Amri made friends easily that more often than not, my house was a playground for half of ttdi boys under 10. Occasionally he brought back girls but always one at a time.

That few hours of freedom also came with a few ringgits of pocket money. What more could a boy ask? He had so many things to buy in his list that RM2.00 seemed to be not enough...duh. Knowing Amri...I did not let him loose at any shop with money on his own....until now. The nearest he get to buy anything on his own was the occasional purchases I allowed from the ice-cream man. And that was rare. My freezer was always well stocked with ice cream unless during the time Adam was having severe cold/cough.

Well...he seemed to seize this newfound freedom wholeheartedly. Like he's been waiting all his life for this moment. Yesterday, hubby and I decided to see whether Amri would be okay at school canteen. Had a big shock myself. Several hundreds hungry kids, from year 1 to year 3, muscled their way to buy whatever food they could lay their hand on, pushing away anybody who stand on their way. Gosh! Remember jusco members day sale? Or tesco first day sale? It was like that. . Amri was frightened initially. So I resolved to pack his snack from tomorrow onwards. But 10 minutes of staring at the crowd later, Amri seemed to know what to do so he joined the cut-throat scramble at canteen counter. All my six years of lessons to Amri about good manner, queing, waiting your turn etc flew out of window instantly. Hmph!! A few minutes later, he emerged with 2 pieces of nugget. Then back to the mad scramble at drinks counter. Again he emerged with a glass of iced drink, amazingly without splashing half of it on himself. (But how come he sloshed his drink everywhere at home?)
Being a big eater, Amri couldn't be happy with just two pieces of nugget. He wanted the plate of fried mee or better still, chicken rice. But the bell rang and he ran back to his class. Checked at his classroom later and he was not there. *Sigh* But I came across my old schoolmate way back at jenan....Zain Azraie. Wonder how he noticed me despite being 20kg heavier and a metre wider.....

Today, I decided to stalk him during recess time. But I already packed him a chocolate bread and boxed soy bean milk earlier. However, when hubby and I reached there, we were informed that the recess time for Year 1 was brought forward half an hour earlier to avoid yesterday's mad scramble. Well...good I guess.

After school, Amri reported that he ate his choc bread and soy bean, plus he bought a drink and a burger. How did he ate all that within 25 minutes recess time?

Amri goes to school

Turns out, my moody angst ridden six year old teenager is actually, well...6 year old kid going for his Year 1 at TTDI Jaya Primary School. He was excited. So excited that he managed to wake up early, on his own, despite going to bed extremely late last night due to shouting match with his cousins from Penang. Adam however, was in his usual bad mood whenever he had to wake up early. Thankfully Amri would be in afternoon session for the next three years. We really were not morning persons.

New pencilbox. Hopefully it will last more than a month

Actually today was just registration day. Pay the fees (RM129.50 here), listen to briefing by teacher which we ignored because we couldn't hear a thing and wait for Amri to sit for his diagnostic test. Punya le slow mamat sorang nih jawab test...jenuh kita menunggu.

Muhammad saying goodbye to Amri. Add a big bear hug for good luck:)

Went home as soon as Amri completed his test. Kak Zhan and co left earlier and somehow I felt bad because they had to leave early because we were off early to Amri's school. Anyway, since they (or maybe only Kak zehan) were having lotsa fun at Ikea then it was quite allright :)

Muhammad, a very demure Sarah, an extremely excited Amri and bad tempered Adam

Amri's little teeth

2 days before

Truth was, his front teeth were a bit loose for quite some time. We could see permanent teeth sticking out underneath. But Amri was adamant to keep his sacred front teeth for as long as he could for a very vain reason - he wanted to look handsome at all time. Especially now that Adam spent half a day everyday snapping Amri's pictures. (Yep....Adam is a pro with digital camera).







Amri however, found it quite amusing to play with the loose teeth with his tounge. He might have overdone it a bit that night when all of a sudden I heard hubby yelled for me to come down. One of the teeth has dropped on the floor and Amri was panic stricken because he could see a bit of blood oozing out. We gave him cold water to rinse his mouth and he was quite allright afterwards. But he kept checking his mouth on the mirror and complained that he did not have enough teeth.







One hour later, we found him asleep hugging the handheld mirror. Vain!

Little Feet

First, about Amri's visit to dentist yesterday. Yes, it turned out he has a small but deep cavity on one of his molars. Nothing that the kindly Dr Aishah couldn't fix though. She was great with kids and able to pacify a nervy Amri long enough to clean up the cavity and put a filling in there. Amri was as good as new 10 minutes later. Thanks Ninuk, Azida, Gartblue and friends for recommending her. Convenient too, since the clinic was just 2 minutes away from my house.

So since your highness was back to normal and started rummaging the fridge every few minutes, I decided it would be a good time for a day out. No Ninuk, you wouldn't want these two boys in your house or you'd feel a free bellydance session is too cheap a price to ask :) As it happened, hubby's briefing at masjid wilayah was postponed to thursday so he decided he could join us. Cool!

Instead of my all time fav midvalley megamall, we decided to go to tgv bukit raja. Less crowd and hopefully not too many people decided to watch the same movie. Yup...we were right! Those who watched Little Feet with us mostly came accompanied with young ones. Mostly girls. I think this movie would very much appeal to girls. The penguins are cute and fluffy. The songs were good, I hope it was onsale. Amri by the way, lost interest half way through and went off to play with similarly bored boys. Adam started to fire off a few millions questions to, thankfully, his father so I got to enjoy the movie in peace.

This movie is highly recommended to parents with daughters. Dont bother to bring the boys unless they were under 3 and still not yet weaned from pingu.

A birthday and an anniversary

It was Amri's 6th birthday yesterday. And our wedding anniversary. So we planned to have a birthday cum anniversary dinner somewhere last night.

Anyway, the plan went awry even before it started. Shortly after I reached home from my workplace (or lepak place) Amri was crying inconsolably saying that he had toothache. Now here, Amri was a bit of a drama queen. I've been through too many drama to actually pay much attention to it. Furthermore, Amri was diligent in caring for his teeth. He dutifully brushed his teeth twice daily, sometimes more. As far as i know, all his teeth are still intact with no sign of cavities whatsoever. The only thing is, the teeth look weirdly small compared to his growing jaw.

So i ignored the wailing. Hubby however was concerned and tried to validate the claim by checking his teeth and gum. Not that he could notice anything anyway. But the wailing continued all the way to our dinner place. It was not like Amri to cry over a pain or injury that long. Or even cried at all. So I was beginning to get concerned. Sent SMSs to a few supermoms that I knew. They suggested salty mouthwash and paracetamol for the pain. Tried it and managed to pacify Amri long enough to eat quick dinner. No candle blowing or singing. Surprisingly, Amri polished off his dinner plate and his drink. Biar betul mamat sorang ni......

Amri insisted to see a dentist after dinner so we checked out a few clinics around that area but all were already closed. It was quite late, by the way. Amri however had forgotten to start crying again so we just drove home and made the boys slept as early as possible.

This morning i sent sms again to the same supermoms. Amazingly, they all suggested this one dentist that was so near to my house. I was so grateful. Brough Amri there immediately but was disappointed over the long queue. So we made appointment for 4.30pm today. Hope all goes well.

Belly Dance Workshop

I'm organising a 3 hours belly dance workshop at Seribadan next month (16 Dec). Anyone interested, just email/call/sms me. Due to space issue, I'm limiting the class to 20 pxs. But worry not, if there are more than 20 people who want to dance with me, I'll arrange for one more class the next day.

Print the voucher above to get the discount :)

Homemakers Day Out

Of course, with kids in tow.

Intan & brood were staying at Xanna's since yesterday. So we tought, a day out at KLCC wouldn't be so bad. I had promise Amri & Adam their LRT ride for quite sometime but never get around to actually took them.

I was 30 minutes late. Been waiting for the house cleaner before I could get away. Intan & Xanna bought us Petrosains tickets while waiting for us which was very fine with me.

Adam and Amri were extremely excited with their annual LRT ride. But nothing beats the excitement of meeting their friends. They ran around wild, which made the harassed looking Xanna looked even more pained.


Xanna & Intan helping Irfan into a tilt machine








Amri & Adam with their passion - CAR (like father like sons)








Filmmaker at work











Dania and Farra. Xanna's little princesses. So between the three of us, we have 7 kids. Of which, six were intented to run away as fast and far as possible. Preferably lost in the crowd.

Went home around 4pm. Amri and Adam slept during the LRT ride home. Luckily it was easy to wake Amri up and asked him to walk. Adam however was a different story. So I ended up carrying 19kg Adam all the way to car park. Adoi la.

I arrived just in time for 6.15pm aerobics. It was bodyworks class so i gave it a miss. I've done enough cardio and weight training today to last for the next 36 hours. Berat tau 19kg tu. I only played with 5 and 8 pound weight at Seribadan.