<?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-3617382198785683857</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:47:09.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of A Daddy...A Journey of Fatherhood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7611071340436629420</id><published>2010-06-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:51:53.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our version of "The Silver Book"</title><content type='html'>Last week we took Aliyah for her usual follow-up at HUKM. This time around, the waiting was horrendous. We arrived around 1.30 pm in the afternoon and by the time our number was called, it was almost 3.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst sitting in the waiting area, I noticed two families (obviously related since they came together with small children) arrived and took the seat across us. One of the ladies was holding a child in her arms. The child was slightly under one year old, and was obviously cleft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored and tired of waiting, I took Aliyah for a walk around the waiting room. This was the moment when one of the ladies (with the cleft baby) took noticed of Aliyah and encouraged her family members (the guys) to approach me for information. Of all a sudden, the father of the baby stood up and approached my nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila buat operation bang? Tak nampak ketara pun kesan dia&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First operation tu buat bulan 4, tahun lepas. Second one buat bulan 11&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduction then began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began exchanging notes with each other on the surgery procedures, feeding methods and shared our experience with them. We later learned that the couple came from Mersing and have 3 daughters. The third daughter was born with cleft lip only (palate normal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman, the father, works as a fisherman and tour operator (fishing trips to Tioman Island). The wife, Amelia, is a home-maker. Both are 29 years of age. Their daughter, Seira, was referred to HUKM under the Ronald McDonald's Gift of Smile Programme after HSA in Johor Bahru refused to perform the surgery for some particular reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia told Tai-tai that they had a tough time going through the situation back home in Mersing. Having to deal with negative perception from the neighbours was tough, but what made it worst was the attitude of the medical personnel towards them who were not understanding and supportive at all. They had very little access on information regarding cleft conditions, and had no single idea about CLAPAM and the Gift of Smile Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at ourselves, I could say that Aliyah is very fortunate that her Mummy and Daddy had access to information on cleft (particularly from internet research), family support and good medical facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seira undergone her operation last Monday. Tai-tai and myself visited her at the hospital. Amelia and Herman did not expect the visit from us at all, and were very happy and delighted to see both of us. For me and Tai-tai, sharing our experiences and giving support to other families under the same circumstances are part of our adherence to The Silver Book. If we are unable to provide monetary help, at least we can give our support...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy: The Silver Book was issued as a guide for Malaysian's GLCs for achieving value through social responsibilities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7611071340436629420?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7611071340436629420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7611071340436629420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7611071340436629420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7611071340436629420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-version-of-silver-book.html' title='Our version of &quot;The Silver Book&quot;'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4356785084495451107</id><published>2010-03-11T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:16:28.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La-gon Phuket... till the next Sawasdee!</title><content type='html'>We had great family getaway to Phuket as planned between 28 Feb to 3 March 2010. It was not only the first holiday for Aliyah, but for the rest of us, it was a good getaway after the last one we had in Langkawi in March 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to play around under the sun at Patong Beach to get my body tanned as I was hoping for (thanks to Banana Boat tanning oil with Aloe Vera and carrot extract). To tell you the truth, I felt that our vacation this time around was really a short one. Perhaps the reason for me feeling so is because it was an enjoyable and memorable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Phuket International Airport around 9.45 am on the first day and rented a car so that it would be easier for us to move around the island. At THB1100 per day, Toyota Vios seemed to be a good choice. The only drawback on this option was that it worked on manual transmission instead of automatic. But I took up the challenge as opting for the next available automatic transmission vehicle would cost me at least THB2500 per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked well in the beginning. Little did I know that the journey to Patong Beach, as well from one beach to another, would be hilly with winding roads (just like Batu Ferringhi in Penang). Plus, our hotel was located on the slope of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in, we went out for sight seeing only to be caught in a traffic jam due to flood at one of Patong's important junction. We had to take an alternative route to our hotel, which took almost an hour. Tai-tai and the kids were so tired at the end of the day and we ordered room service dinner from the Malaysian restaurant located at the hotel lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/S5jCMfUCOaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lC79J-iyt0U/s1600-h/Patong_Beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/S5jCMfUCOaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lC79J-iyt0U/s400/Patong_Beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447317269124364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second day was spent on Patong Beach. We arrived in the morning around 10 am and left around 2 pm. We had sandwiches, bananas and mangoes for beach snacks and later ice-cream to cool off the heat. After going up and down Patong Beach, we went back to the hotel and had the same dinner arrangement as the previous day. The only difference was on the food selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the third day driving from one beach to another on south-west part of the Island, mostly for capturing the moments and beautiful landscapes on Tai-tai's DSLR camera. We found out that Surin Beach was much more beautiful than Patong Beach, and decided that it should be on the priority list for our next trip to Phuket. Our activities later during the day was restricted to souvenir shopping (at Jungceylon Shopping Mall), seafood hunting (for lunch) and foot massage (for relaxation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/S5jCzBwplyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_Fm8w7SkVAY/s1600-h/surin-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/S5jCzBwplyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_Fm8w7SkVAY/s400/surin-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447317931206219554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fourth and final day was spent for last minute shopping at Patong Beach. We left the hotel at 2 pm to catch our flight at 6.10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to visit Phuket again perhaps in another two or three years' time, and I'm glad that Tai-tai gave her concurrence on this. But one thing for sure, the next getaway destination for us could either be Bandung, Bali or Hong Kong, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4356785084495451107?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4356785084495451107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4356785084495451107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4356785084495451107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4356785084495451107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-gon-phuket-till-next-sawasdee.html' title='La-gon Phuket... till the next Sawasdee!'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/S5jCMfUCOaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/lC79J-iyt0U/s72-c/Patong_Beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-743357136186356813</id><published>2010-02-24T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:06:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late to usher in the new year...</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of the second month of the year 2010, and yet my blog has not seen any postings for this year insofar. It never actually crossed my mind that my first entry this year would be in February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came down to time availability. I was so swamped with work (and I believe it's the same case with Tai-tai also). As a matter of fact, my first half of February was actually spent in Ghana. Gosh... the travelling itself was so taxing. Coupled with the fact that I had to be away from Tai-tai and the kids for almost two weeks, my last trip was really dragging and appalling to some extent. The only good thing though was that I did not suffer from diarrhea when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still busy with my work at the office, but I'm taking some time off next week to lie down under the blazing sun in Phuket. Yeah, you heard it right! We're leaving for Phuket this Sunday! I really can't wait for the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there would be more blog postings during our stay in Phuket, who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-743357136186356813?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/743357136186356813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=743357136186356813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/743357136186356813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/743357136186356813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-late-to-usher-in-new-year.html' title='Too late to usher in the new year...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-335411301021153054</id><published>2009-12-21T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:38:23.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of Aisyah's music class</title><content type='html'>Last Friday marked the last day for Aisyah's music lesson. To celebrate the graduation ceremony, the school had organised a mini concert and a small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan-makan&lt;/span&gt; pot luck style for the parents. The kids were supposed to present 5 songs.. Aisyah only performed the first and the last bits. Despite this, I must say that I was very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, although quite a talkative and active child at home, is indeed a very shy girl outside her house especially in the presence of strangers or to unfamiliar faces. She always looked forward to her weekly music lesson, although she might not perform or participate in the classroom activities. Her music teacher advised for Aisyah to repeat her course rather than continue to the next level. She worried that Aisyah's shyness would limit her learning as taking part in classroom activities is the main core of the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that her shyness sometimes worry me, and it reminds me of my childhood days. As a child, I had low self-esteem and always thought that other people were much better than me. When I was in Standard 5, I was just a fat boy with lots of pimples on my face who was always being left behind by my friends due to my inability to play badminton with them. Yeah, I always get bullied! Yeah, I sucked at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I would never ever let my children to go through the same situation like their Daddy. I want Aisyah (and definitely Aliyah) to be more active and full of energy like their Mummy. I know for a fact that Aisyah could easily outperform the kids who were on stage the other day (I saw her signing and dancing in our living room - the same string of songs over and over again). I just need to polish her PR skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its time for us to enroll Aisyah in a kindergarten. Not for her to learn things but more for her communication and inter-personal development.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-335411301021153054?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/335411301021153054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=335411301021153054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/335411301021153054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/335411301021153054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-aisyahs-music-class.html' title='The end of Aisyah&apos;s music class'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-695869242719833643</id><published>2009-12-15T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:40:23.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kereta baruku bewarna Merah</title><content type='html'>My new car was delivered last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour is red. Volcanic red. Although to me it looks more like chilli red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-695869242719833643?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/695869242719833643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=695869242719833643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/695869242719833643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/695869242719833643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/12/kereta-baruku-bewarna-merah.html' title='Kereta baruku bewarna Merah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2575106185688547938</id><published>2009-12-01T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:39:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and Aqiqah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT-9kVTLPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/weuHugW2iLo/s1600/IMAG0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT-9kVTLPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/weuHugW2iLo/s400/IMAG0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410229386057297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now sitting at my favourite coffee outlet, sipping the seasonal frappucino (tis the season to be jolly...) waiting for Tai-tai to wrap-up her tasks for the day. I now realise that the available time for me to update my blog is mostly when I have to wait for Tai-tai to finish work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry blog... Daddy has been very busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik had her first birthday last week. To celebrate this joyous occasion, me and Tai-Tai decided to buy a big chocolate cheesecake. Why chocolate cheesecake? Coz Aliyah loves the cheese (or so we thought) and Aisyah loves the chocolate part. It did not really go well... we were in the middle of singing the birthday song when Aliyah started crying to show how much the whole thing appalled to her. I guess all she wanted for her birthday is some peace and quiet moment at home instead of some whoo-haah. We'll see how are we going to go about it in her next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had Aliyah's Aqiqah ceremony last Saturday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bersempena dengan Hari Raya Qurban&lt;/span&gt;) in Slim River. Unlike Aisyah's Aqiqah ceremony last time, for Aliyah, we decided to purchase a section or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; satu bahagian&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; for boys)  from a whole cow instead of slaughtering a goat or sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT9c7UetmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/t0Abln8zQqc/s1600/IMAG0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT9c7UetmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/t0Abln8zQqc/s400/IMAG0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410227725780563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preparing the cow for slaughtering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT-CJkyUxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uh-KpQ2K2DM/s1600/IMAG0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT-CJkyUxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/uh-KpQ2K2DM/s400/IMAG0615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410228365262213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final product...notice the head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy: Can't wait to drive my new car! Hope can do so by next week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-2575106185688547938?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2575106185688547938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2575106185688547938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2575106185688547938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2575106185688547938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-and-aqiqah.html' title='Birthday and Aqiqah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SxT-9kVTLPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/weuHugW2iLo/s72-c/IMAG0616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8977405572314687573</id><published>2009-11-17T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:56:53.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aisyah at her Yamaha Open Day Concert Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f3843cc5c62a423" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f3843cc5c62a423%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB7935FC304463987992B3BDB4ECDCA5F1E1CAC6.946B8C725D9EC4143949E88940C95013D404DF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f3843cc5c62a423%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLIZ3vcDOllxj-VusOwTZ_LB8aT4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4f3843cc5c62a423%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331324769%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB7935FC304463987992B3BDB4ECDCA5F1E1CAC6.946B8C725D9EC4143949E88940C95013D404DF9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f3843cc5c62a423%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLIZ3vcDOllxj-VusOwTZ_LB8aT4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clip was taken during Aisyah's music class last Friday. It was supposed to be a rehearsal session for her concert to be held on the following day in conjunction with the school's open day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai and myself both concurred that she was not ready for the stage yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8977405572314687573?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8977405572314687573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8977405572314687573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8977405572314687573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8977405572314687573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/11/aisyah-at-her-yamaha-open-day-concert.html' title='Aisyah at her Yamaha Open Day Concert Rehearsal'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-3448044198525059277</id><published>2009-11-06T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:37:57.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brave Aliyah</title><content type='html'>Last week Aliyah undergone a surgery to repair her palate. Its her second one in a series of procedures (including attending speech therapy sessions) that she has to undergo until she reaches 18 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was admitted to HUKM on Tuesday, 27th Nov for two days' observation. The surgery was conducted on 29th Nov and her case was the first for the day. I carried her into the Operating Theatre. She was given the "gas" by the anesthetist and felt into the state of  unconsciousness soon after. I kissed her good bye and whispered the best of luck for her.  I later joined Tai-tai in the waiting area, where we both dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been almost two hours later when we were woken up by the staff nurse informing that Aliyah's surgery was already completed. I was ushered into the recovery area where I found Aliyah, in the state of semi-consciousness, crying out with traces of fresh blood running down from her left nostril and around her mouth. I could sense that the nurses were panicked a bit as they could not calm her down. Plus, they were very worried on the bleeding part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold Aliyah in my arms and managed to calm her down. She felt asleep with her head resting on my shoulder. After about an hour or so, Aliyah was transferred to the normal ward where she was given sedative every six hours to make her sleep and rest.  Knowing that she would unable to suck on her pacifier post the surgery, Tai-tai and myself had already prepared ourselves for the upcoming challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliyah made wonderful recovery process and she was discharged from HUKM two days later (Saturday 31 October).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of her pacifier, plus the uncomfortable feeling post surgery, Aliyah was restless most of the time. Putting her to sleep proved to be a big challenge for both of us but after a week, things have started to come back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-3448044198525059277?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3448044198525059277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=3448044198525059277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3448044198525059277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3448044198525059277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-brave-aliyah.html' title='My brave Aliyah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-6002053678485773602</id><published>2009-10-26T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:28:41.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Ghana</title><content type='html'>I have returned from my third Ghana trip, feeling miserable and sick on Saturday night. The journey to and fro was exhausting,  not to mention the hectic and taxing days at the yard for EXCO, Board and Annual General Meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling now is the same like post the first trip - high fever and diarrhea that actually forced my way in and out of the toilet more than ten times in a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive note, I was given a free upgrade to First Class (from Business Class) for the Dubai-Accra sector.  It was my first time traveling in one so I really cherished the moment. Meals were served on "a la carte" and "as when you like it" basis and I thought it was rather cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV0I_KKu5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/xDmZKIT4Nlg/s1600-h/IMAG0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV0I_KKu5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/xDmZKIT4Nlg/s400/IMAG0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396847426215263122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View of the First Class Cabin taken from my seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV0mntS9nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dxfn8CzzSGo/s1600-h/IMAG0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV0mntS9nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dxfn8CzzSGo/s400/IMAG0592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396847935316227698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV1E8ok8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qExVkh8kvvQ/s1600-h/IMAG0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV1E8ok8LI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qExVkh8kvvQ/s400/IMAG0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396848456329654450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The breakfast - luv the cereals with strawberry yogurt. And the bread basket all to myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV1fCFb9tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zpuSe5eHIaM/s1600-h/IMAG0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV1fCFb9tI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zpuSe5eHIaM/s400/IMAG0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396848904469477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starters - Smoked fish and salad. Note that I was given a bread basket all to myself...again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV2UvOum9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/PDdHDfzCBhc/s1600-h/IMAG0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV2UvOum9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/PDdHDfzCBhc/s400/IMAG0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396849827121109970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main course - lamb shanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV2q8-dR_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/L0jlCCxGx3w/s1600-h/IMAG0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV2q8-dR_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/L0jlCCxGx3w/s400/IMAG0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396850208768083954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessert - chocolate mousse with strawberry sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But off course... I would rather be with my family than traveling outstation even though I was given the chance to sit in First Class. What matters most are my family. The irreplaceable objects of my affections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV42yfTfOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Mz_cs_r7eZw/s1600-h/IMAGE_504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV42yfTfOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Mz_cs_r7eZw/s400/IMAGE_504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396852611134749922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tai-tai @ my significant other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV4uxm7SlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GnX1g4zl9as/s1600-h/IMAG0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV4uxm7SlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GnX1g4zl9as/s400/IMAG0575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396852473459329618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisyah @ Kakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV4nwWn0MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zmtXAumfeug/s1600-h/IMAG0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV4nwWn0MI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zmtXAumfeug/s400/IMAG0605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396852352863424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliyah @ Adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Adik, she will be admitted to HUKM tomorrow for two days observation before her scheduled surgery on Thursday to repair her palate. Don't worry Adik... you'll be fine. Daddy and Mummy will always be by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-6002053678485773602?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6002053678485773602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=6002053678485773602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6002053678485773602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6002053678485773602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-ghana.html' title='Back from Ghana'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SuV0I_KKu5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/xDmZKIT4Nlg/s72-c/IMAG0591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7414002429936160867</id><published>2009-10-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:33:19.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayangkan anak dan isteri - tinggal-tinggalkan?</title><content type='html'>The title of my post today is actually an improvised version of an old Malay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peribahasa&lt;/span&gt;... it literally means that if you love your family, you would leave them behind in pursuit for wealth. Really? Coz that's the situation that I am currently in, and I am not excited about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always told the people around me, especially my circle of friends and colleagues that my family are what matters most to me. I love Tai-tai.. and I love the kids terribly. Being away from them, albeit just a few days, means sacrificing a lot of my allocated time for them. During weekdays, we could only spend one or two hours (the most) with the kids before settling in for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting in the Emirates Lounge at KLIA for the third time this year.. and you could guess it right! I'm on the way to Ghana again! Of all the places in this world, it seems that this particular Western African nation is the one that keeps calling me back, despite my fear of being mugged by the airport personnel as soon as the plane landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to leave last night, but my flight was delayed for more than three hours which means that I would have missed my connecting flight to Accra. The airlines have auto-booked us on the next flight to Accra, which departs a day later. Sensing that there was no point for us to stay in a hotel room in Dubai for 24 hours, I've decided to take the next day's Emirates flight out from KLIA. That should leave me with only two and a half hours of transit time in Dubai instead of 24 hours (if I had taken the choice of going ahead with the first flight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I left my family behind again. They sent me off at the gate. Aisyah bid farewell to me with a sad face, and so did Tai-tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to commence my journey, but I cant wait to return home this Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/StyPcNANhwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4o5iNkURsP0/s1600-h/IMAG0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/StyPcNANhwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4o5iNkURsP0/s400/IMAG0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394344168372668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pix above.... snapshot of the KLIA Emirates Lounge taken from my HTC. The pix would have been better had it been taken from Tai-tai's E71.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7414002429936160867?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7414002429936160867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7414002429936160867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7414002429936160867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7414002429936160867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sayangkan-anak-dan-isteritinggal.html' title='Sayangkan anak dan isteri - tinggal-tinggalkan?'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/StyPcNANhwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/4o5iNkURsP0/s72-c/IMAG0586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1184984080984520589</id><published>2009-10-15T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:10:18.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back Daddy!</title><content type='html'>Finally...I'm back! Sorry my blog...I've been neglecting you for quite some time now. Its unintentional. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own reasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting on my King size bed at home, with Tai-tai leaning on my shoulder and my Aisyah trying to impress both of us that she managed to finish her milk tonight. Yes Aisyah, I know that. Every night you give us the same routine... and I enjoy every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work (circa 6-ish in the evening) when Aisyah rang me up. She asked for nuggets, the ones from the Golden Arches Restaurant of which I brought back for her two nights back. As soon as Tai-tai stepped out from the car, Aisyah quickly ran to the door and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy! Did you get something?". So sweet. Yes dear. We bought the nuggets that you requested. Muahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliyah is asleep, but I got the feeling it will only be so until 1 or 2 in the morning when she will decide to wake up for her playtime until 5. She is in a totally different timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Will be in Ghana next week (Sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1184984080984520589?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1184984080984520589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1184984080984520589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1184984080984520589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1184984080984520589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-back-daddy.html' title='Welcome back Daddy!'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1620566619868939008</id><published>2009-09-07T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:54:03.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Iftar without Tai-tai by my side</title><content type='html'>Today marks another history...I had to break fast without Tai-tai by my side for the first time since we got married almost six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking fast or Iftar during fasting month has always been considered as a family affair for me. Iftar is an occasion for all family members to sit together to enjoy the meal of the day. My boss had made an arrangement for some of us, including the number 1 in the company, to break fast with four IRB representatives at MO. When combined together our number at the dining table was 12. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; session started at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maghrib&lt;/span&gt; and by the time we finished at 10 pm, we were the only group remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that my colleague offered me a ride to KL Sentral for me to catch the Komuter train back to Kajang. Sensing that I would arrive late, I called Tai-tai to inform her not to worry about my transportation from the Komuter Station to our house, as the local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prebet sapu&lt;/span&gt; service should be able to cater for my needs. Plus, I reckoned that both my angels would be asleep by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should again count my lucky stars for I managed to catch the 10.13 pm Komuter train in the nick of time, otherwise I would have to wait for another 20 or 30 minutes for the next one. By the time I reached home, my three darling ladies had already settled in for the day. I am planning to do so immediately once I complete this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1620566619868939008?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1620566619868939008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1620566619868939008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1620566619868939008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1620566619868939008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-first-iftar-without-tai-tai-by-my.html' title='My first Iftar without Tai-tai by my side'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-6671770212313935751</id><published>2009-09-03T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:02:43.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on Aliyah</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took Aliyah to HUKM for her appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors (yup... she had to be assessed by three different doctors) concluded that she is progressing well and should be ready for her next surgery. They have set the date - 29th October to correct her palate, both soft and hard palate during the same operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart, I am very thankful that the operation has been set before she turns 1 this November. Me and Tai-tai is planning to hold the thanksgiving @ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kenduri doa selamat&lt;/span&gt; on new year's day at Slim River, Insya' Allah if everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-6671770212313935751?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6671770212313935751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=6671770212313935751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6671770212313935751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6671770212313935751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-aliyah.html' title='An update on Aliyah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-6544041365578124031</id><published>2009-08-28T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:08:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tanah Airku</title><content type='html'>This coming Monday will mark  the nation's 52nd birthday. I thank God for being born and raised in this beautiful and prosperous country. If you ask me whether or not I have put up Jalur Gemilang at my house (according to my father it's a mark of patriotism - and I should thank the country for sponsoring my studies to New Zealand last time), the answer is yes.....it has been there since last year's Merdeka celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two trips to Ghana had provided me with some insights for comparison. Both Malaysia and Ghana gained their independence from British in the same year (that's 1957, in case you have forgotten that most crucial information you might as well relinquish your citizenship).  Both nations enjoy more or less the same environment due to the positioning on equator lines. But in my opinion, Ghana today is what Malaysia would probably be in the late 1970's or early 1980's. Apart from the availability of latest handphone model and wi-fi at hotels, most of the things are kind of lagging behind. The main international airport does not have any airbridge facility, and public transportation like buses are in "pathetic" conditions. Compare that to Malaysia's KLIA - a modern airport with world class standards. And if you are living or working in Klang Valley, you would have realised that LRTs and Monorails have become synonym with the Malaysian's metropolitan lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point to ponder...the oil palm tree originated from Ghana. The first tree (so I was told) was brought into Malaya from Western Africa. And today, Malaysia is one of the largest exporter of palm oil to the world. Compare this to Ghana that does not even make it into the list. Take a moment to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia tanah airku.... Selamat Menyambut Ulang Tahun Kemerdekaan Ke-52!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-6544041365578124031?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6544041365578124031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=6544041365578124031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6544041365578124031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6544041365578124031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-tanah-airku.html' title='Happy Birthday Tanah Airku'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7217009651267822234</id><published>2009-08-25T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:29:57.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question by my angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day my daughter Aisyah asked me this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Daddy, are you a dog?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SpTHpq6e1dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aSuNIEK2cF8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SpTHpq6e1dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aSuNIEK2cF8/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374139774067987922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What makes she thinks I'm one? But cute... as long as she does not ask the same question to her grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7217009651267822234?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7217009651267822234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7217009651267822234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7217009651267822234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7217009651267822234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-by-my-angel.html' title='Question by my angel'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SpTHpq6e1dI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aSuNIEK2cF8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4524695129455290531</id><published>2009-08-18T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:28:22.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A success story for a non-IT savvy person</title><content type='html'>At this moment, I am updating my blog for the first time whilst sitting on the sofa in our living room. I've given myself a pat on the back. Yes, its hard to believe. I... Daddy...who just turned 31 last Saturday, balding and ageing prematurely who was not at all an IT savvy person, has managed to successfully configure the wireless modem router without much difficulties... YEZZZZZEERRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Tai-tai went to Low Yat this evening to get an e-book. We were so excited to the extent that Tai-tai accidentally left her handphone in her office. Lady luck was with her...she should count her blessing that her colleague was still around and promised to take the handphone home. Good luck Irene..the phone alarm is set at 6.20 am on weekdays so I bet it will wake you up tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a pink HP e-book @ mini. Why pink? Well, taking into consideration that there are more females than males in this household, the party that forms majority would definitely has an absolute advantage over the minority. Plus, pink is cute, with a dash of metrosexuality male factor blended in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4524695129455290531?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4524695129455290531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4524695129455290531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4524695129455290531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4524695129455290531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/success-story-for-non-it-savvy-person.html' title='A success story for a non-IT savvy person'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2501251105603357078</id><published>2009-08-13T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:41:04.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I received my birthday gift two days before my actual birthday</title><content type='html'>As I am updating this blog, Tai-tai is still in the OT at Glene@gles. She was wheeled around 45 minutes ago and should be out in about 30 minutes. I hope that her minor surgery will go on well and that she can be discharged later this evening if no complication arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoTYP26OOqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nsTpZDjOcZA/s1600-h/IMAG0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoTYP26OOqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nsTpZDjOcZA/s400/IMAG0557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369654422681828002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had good dinner last night. Went to the P@vilion's TGI's Frid@ys for sumptuous meal. After we had settled in for the day Tai-tai handed me a black box wrapped with a silver ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Eh, what's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tai-tai :It's your birthday gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Gee..thanks Yang..but my birthday is two days away. What's the rush? (It was a very beautiful pair of cufflinks which she bought when I was away in Ghana last week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tai-tai : Coz if something happens to me tomorrow during the surgery, you will never find out about the gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sangat terharu sampai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lost for words... pearly tears started to surface)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoTYJQZFFtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vHbmcO_1j4A/s1600-h/IMAG0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoTYJQZFFtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vHbmcO_1j4A/s400/IMAG0553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369654309263054546" 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/3617382198785683857-2501251105603357078?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2501251105603357078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2501251105603357078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2501251105603357078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2501251105603357078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-received-my-birthday-gift-two.html' title='Why I received my birthday gift two days before my actual birthday'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoTYP26OOqI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nsTpZDjOcZA/s72-c/IMAG0557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2513506298548088517</id><published>2009-08-11T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:31:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I have returned</title><content type='html'>Tai-tai and Aisyah waited for me at the KLIA arrival hall last Friday night. From far - as soon as I exited the customs clearance checkpoint, I could see that Aisyah was face down looking at the floor, hugging her Minnie Mouse with both hands, with Tai-tai standing next to her. When Tai-tai whispered to her, she looked up immediately and gave a me very wonderful and joyful smile.  I was immediately informed by Tai-tai that when I was away in Ghana, Aisyah did not smile that much. Probably she could sense that the house was "incomplete" without my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliyah was awake when I arrived home, and didn't really sleep soundly later throughout the night. Perhaps she missed me a lot and would like to take the opportunity to be a bit more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; with her Daddy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takpelah&lt;/span&gt;, I enjoyed looking after her that night and plus, my body was still on Ghana's time zone. It must have been around 6 am when I finally dozed off until 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took out Aisyah's album with all her baby photos. The top cover must be lifted in order to take out the album. The cover has a transparent heart shaped plastic in the middle and guess what Aisyah said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Mummy...look!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ts a happy valentine's card!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodness me! My daughter is not even 4 and she has already known what a valentine card is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoFFa5XINnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZMCFcsK7FAM/s1600-h/ist2_4922481-grunge-floral-decorative-pattern-and-valentine-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoFFa5XINnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZMCFcsK7FAM/s400/ist2_4922481-grunge-floral-decorative-pattern-and-valentine-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368648559179085426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess kids nowadays grow up at an accelerated pace compared to when I was younger. I was probably 12 or 13 when I found out about Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note... Tai-tai has to undergo a minor surgery at Gleneagles Intan Medical Centre this Friday to remove a polyp from her uterus wall. According to the doctor, it would be a simple procedure but Tai-tai has to be put under general anesthetics to ensure a smooth procedure. I hope and pray that everything will work out well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv you dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-2513506298548088517?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2513506298548088517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2513506298548088517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2513506298548088517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2513506298548088517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-that-i-have-returned.html' title='Now that I have returned'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SoFFa5XINnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZMCFcsK7FAM/s72-c/ist2_4922481-grunge-floral-decorative-pattern-and-valentine-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1430446633671472157</id><published>2009-08-06T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:52:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the lounge at Kotoka International Airport, Accra, Ghana</title><content type='html'>Yeay... its now 4.20 pm and my flight to Dubai is due to take off at 5.30 pm. I can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai sent me a message earlier to inform that Aisyah knocked her head again, this time against the Bibik's mouth. When I was in Ghana last April, Aisyah knocked herself against the bed and bled herself. This time around fortunately there was no bleeding. But she broke Bibik's denture (and her secret, off course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two necklaces  from Ghana for Tai-tai, and looking forward to buy chocolates in Dubai. I may do a bit more shopping there as well, especially getting myself a few more compilation CDs of songs in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lughatul Arabia&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1430446633671472157?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1430446633671472157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1430446633671472157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1430446633671472157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1430446633671472157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-lounge-at-kotoka-international.html' title='From the lounge at Kotoka International Airport, Accra, Ghana'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8392233122843899199</id><published>2009-08-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:02:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Emirates Lounge at KLIA</title><content type='html'>Yes...it is happenning. I am on the way to Ghana again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi arrived at my house at five to ten in the evening, a bit earlier than it should be. I bid farewell to Tai-tai and the kids, kissing both cheeks of each one of them. I know that I'm going to miss them terribly, but I should count my blessing that this is indeed a short trip compared to the previous one. I'm due to be back in KL on Friday evening, giving me ample time to celebrate the weekend with my loving family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister (who is working for the government) has just received her first posting. She is required to report for duty in Kuching on 17th August. Since she officially received the news, I've never seen her smiling. My parents, upon receiving the news, came down with fever. It will not be easy for my sister (youngest in the family and the only daughter) but I keep telling her that it is a challenge that she has to face. Its part and parcel of life. There could be some blessing in disguise. She will not be home for Hari Raya, which will surely make my parents feel very lonely as both my brother and me would be spending the first day at our in-laws respectively. But deep inside of me I feel that my sister is stronger than what she appears to be, and I'm sure that she will be just fine in the land of the hornbill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8392233122843899199?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8392233122843899199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8392233122843899199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8392233122843899199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8392233122843899199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-emirates-lounge-at-klia.html' title='From the Emirates Lounge at KLIA'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-9037483327391583712</id><published>2009-08-01T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:27:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah seorang budak yang duka nestapa kerana tak mahu ke sekolah muzik</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Friday. It was supposedly Aisyah's second official music class between 7.30 to 8.30  in the evening, and I had rushed home from my Divisional Retreat (I was the facilitator) with the thought that Tai-tai was unwell to take Aisyah by herself. To cut the story short, we were a bit late. By the time we arrived at Metro Kajang Aisyah complained that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No music school...I want to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the head of the family, I insisted for her presence at the music class. From an accountant's point of view, a day of missing class is a loss on the investment. For the record, I paid RM300 plus for this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the school's entrance, Aisyah started crying and demanded for ice-cream. Tai-tai and myself refused initially, taking into consideration that Aisyah has yet to recover from her cough and flu. We later realised that she would not give in and we had to get the ice-cream before the situation worsen. Se we did. I bought her the ice-cream and ate 75% of it leaving the remaining 25% for her to finish. I was hoping  that once she is done with her ice-cream, we all could proceed to the music class although the time was already 7.50 pm. Unfortunately, things did not go well as what I had planned. Once she was done with the ice-cream, she wanted to eat and  I had already lost my patience. Two reasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We actually had dinner before we left the house and Aisyah refused to eat; and&lt;br /&gt;2. We were terribly late for the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my temper and spanked her a few times.... a few people stood in disbelief nearby and Tai-tai actually had to stop me before things got worse. I made up my mind instantly and decided that we should go home and skip the class. After all, how much could you learn with 30 minutes left before the class ended, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Aisyah's sobbing, the journey back to our house was totally silence. Even Ta-tai did not say a word. I was not too sure if she was angry at me for spanking Aisyah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam tersampuk setan&lt;/span&gt;, or probably she honestly had nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah, if you happen to read this, I am terribly sorry for spanking you last night. But I hope that you would understand my actions and the reasoning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy : Going to Ghana next Monday for EXCO meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-9037483327391583712?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/9037483327391583712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=9037483327391583712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9037483327391583712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9037483327391583712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/08/kisah-seorang-budak-yang-duka-nestapa.html' title='Kisah seorang budak yang duka nestapa kerana tak mahu ke sekolah muzik'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-5214253415961916481</id><published>2009-07-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:29:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At present</title><content type='html'>Aliyah has become "cuter" and "cuter" each day (is there such a word?)... It has become my routine to put her to sleep every night and I really enjoy doing it, even willingly sacrificing  Tuesday night watching my favourite TV show - Air Crash Investigation. She sweats a lot, and as a result of that her small little pillow has a very distinctive "bucuk bacam" smell. But I always look forward to go home every day to get the smell and see the smile on her face. For me and Tai-tai, she is already perfect. By the way, we're taking her to see the specialist at HUKM on the 5th next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah has grown up to become a beautiful young girl. How fast time really flies! I told Tai-tai that there could be a possibility of Aisyah becoming a model one day (she is photogenic), but unfortunately Tai-tai was not so keen on the idea. Tai-tai brought back a learning laptop for Aisyah yesterday (from credit card's points redeem) and she enjoyed playing with it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is already Thursday and I am looking forward for this weekend to "have a life" as suggested by Lau-pan-liang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-5214253415961916481?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5214253415961916481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=5214253415961916481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5214253415961916481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5214253415961916481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-present.html' title='At present'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-682905110883526685</id><published>2009-06-25T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:48:40.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing along with Aisyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SkOHEMPRkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FDTOihvZBSI/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SkOHEMPRkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FDTOihvZBSI/s400/santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351269288320798818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I had to go to Kota Kinabalu again for a two day-one night business trip. Tai-tai and Aisyah were at the airport to fetch me up. On the way home, I overheard Aisyah sang a song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shanta..shanta..ho!ho!ho!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to ask Tai-tai if I heard it correctly and she confirmed it well. I probably should have told Aisyah that it was far too early for the seasons to be jolly, but instead I told her that I wanted to get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;petite&lt;/span&gt; Christmas tree for her as a gift (with much dismay from Tai-tai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SkOLsY-7sLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/afmzDh2GSSw/s1600-h/IMAGE_527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SkOLsY-7sLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/afmzDh2GSSw/s400/IMAGE_527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351274376983195826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took Aisyah for her trial music class at the local Yamaha school. She was thrilled to see the pianos, but not so much in the classroom. A bit of shyness and introvert behavior during the session. By the time the class ended after 30 minutes, Tai-tai and myself decided to enroll her for the music class with a more concrete reason - we want her to socialise and make friends with other people!!! Hopefully when we send her for kindergarten next year, she should be able to make friends on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Last week Kota Kinabalu, today Lumut, next  month - Ghana????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-682905110883526685?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/682905110883526685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=682905110883526685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/682905110883526685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/682905110883526685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sing-along-with-aisyah.html' title='Sing along with Aisyah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SkOHEMPRkGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FDTOihvZBSI/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-6575732739775898853</id><published>2009-06-03T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:23:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenario analysis</title><content type='html'>The following conversation took place yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Aisyah, can I watch TV3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Please......can I watch TV3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : Nope..it's my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: No...it's my turn! My turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : No..it's my turn! My turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Pleasssseeeee.. your turn is up already. So now it should be my turn. Please...can I watch TV3? Aisyah good girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : No...it's my turn! My turn! My turn! My turn! My turn! (100 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : My turn! My turn! MY TURN!!!!!!!!! (100 times also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tai-tai&lt;/span&gt; : Can both of you please cut it out???!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-6575732739775898853?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6575732739775898853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=6575732739775898853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6575732739775898853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6575732739775898853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenario-analysis.html' title='Scenario analysis'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-3384680013690493985</id><published>2009-05-28T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:45:59.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and waiting and waiting...</title><content type='html'>It has been more than one week since we started the toilet-training programme for Aisyah. Was not easy for the first few days but I think the situation is getting better. On the other hand, she seemed to have lost her appetite and did not eat much. We are very worried as all her "baby fat" is diminishing bit by bit every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other daughter, Aliyah, is recovering well after the surgery and has always been on the cheerful mode although sometimes we think that she could not distinguish between day and night. We have the feeling that she hardly sleeps in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buai&lt;/span&gt; at night coz her eyes would be wide open every time we peeped inside.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-3384680013690493985?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3384680013690493985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=3384680013690493985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3384680013690493985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3384680013690493985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/05/waiting-and-waiting-and-waiting.html' title='Waiting and waiting and waiting...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7704317783183474992</id><published>2009-05-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:30:58.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long.....</title><content type='html'>Finally...Tai-tai and myself have solved the problem of accessing blogspot from our home PC, thanks to the expertise of my IT savvy and technically sound brother-in-law. Now I can blog from the convenience of my home, although the only thing missing is a portable fan (I am sweating right now...no wonder some people say that blogging is sometimes "hot").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aliyah was admitted to HUKM for two days observation on 28th April 2009. Her operation took place two days later on 30th April. Tai-tai and myself were not only impressed with the results of the operation, but also on the services provided by the staff particularly the nurses at Ward 4D (Paed 3). Our perception on Government (or quasi Government) hospitals changed totally and I would highly recommend HUKM to anybody seeking medical attention or treatment. She was discharged on 4th May and due for follow-up on 3rd June. The purpose of this operation was to repair her cleft lip only, and we anticipate her next operation (i.e. to repair her cleft palate) would take place before the year end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338913560709217074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ShehmMCWuzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SsBclP3_0d0/s400/PICT2985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pix above : Before the operation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338916254435489186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ShekC-8vtaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gUHqq_mRY2A/s400/PICT3178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pix above : After the operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our new maid arrived about two weeks ago, but not the one that we had chosen earlier. The one who was supposed to come and work for us ran away even before she left Indonesia. The agent sent a temporary one, a 22 year old lady with a four year old child currently facing some marital problems at home. We gave her a week of probation period and decided to confirm her as our permanent maid. Another problem solved and closed for at least another two years (provided she has no intention of running away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy : Al-fatihah to Tai-tai's beloved Nenek and Uchee to my children, Hajah Som Abdullah who passed away peacefully on Thursday evening, 21 May 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7704317783183474992?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7704317783183474992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7704317783183474992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7704317783183474992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7704317783183474992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-so-long.html' title='After so long.....'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ShehmMCWuzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SsBclP3_0d0/s72-c/PICT2985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4764102803538808561</id><published>2009-04-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:28:30.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accra...Tema...Ghana</title><content type='html'>Tonight is my third night in Ghana. The actual situation in Ghana itself is much better than what I had imagined...but surely it is a totally different set of world out here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai sent me sms earlier - Aisyah knocked herself against the bed and bled her gum, whilst she was trying to calm Aliyah who was already throwing her tantrums demanding for her feed. Later when the  two angels had fallen asleep, Tai-tai cried due to exhaustion. I honestly felt very bad and sorry for her, and wished that I was by her side when all these things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait to go back home... looking forward for Thursday evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4764102803538808561?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4764102803538808561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4764102803538808561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4764102803538808561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4764102803538808561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/accratemaghana.html' title='Accra...Tema...Ghana'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-148178520231368827</id><published>2009-04-04T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:08:03.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Emirates Lounge in DXB</title><content type='html'>I've just landed at Dubai International. Managed to get about two or three hours of sleep on my seven hours flight from KLIA. In about an hour's time, I will board my next flight to Accra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubai Airport is superb..... and for sure I will be "legally robbed" by the duty free shops during transit on my return journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-148178520231368827?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/148178520231368827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=148178520231368827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/148178520231368827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/148178520231368827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-emirates-lounge-in-dxb.html' title='From the Emirates Lounge in DXB'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7954050151879389938</id><published>2009-04-04T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:43:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghana...here I come!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I know it has been quite some time since I last put my words in my blog. But since I came back from Kota Kinabalu, I hardly got some time to put some words into it...days passing by without me realising..and right now I'm sitting in the Emirates Lounge at KLIA waiting for my flight to Dubai, and thereafter to Accra, Ghana for a five days business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things to update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our new maid about two weeks ago. She was nice, sincere, and honest (my first impression). Tai-tai spent quite a number of hours training the maid to do household chores, and the special way to feed Aliyah. It was tough for her but she was a fast learner. Five days passed by before I receive a phone call from the agent informing me that the maid failed her medical test due to hepatitis....(SIGH! -  A BIG ONE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately sent the maid back to the agent, and was given a temporary maid a few days after that. A 22 year old girl, youngest in the family, illiterate and unable to tell the time...(SHOOT!). Tai-tai gave her a chance but unfortunately, she was not capable enough to work with us. We sent her back to the agent... and we were left "maidless" since last Thursday until (hopefully) the end on the month. Since Tai-tai has to come back to work, we had no other choice but to live temporarily in Slim River until the new maid arrives. We just have to commute to work by taking the shuttle bus from Tanjung Malim bus station every morning, and get ourselves used to this arrangement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7954050151879389938?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7954050151879389938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7954050151879389938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7954050151879389938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7954050151879389938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ghanahere-i-come.html' title='Ghana...here I come!'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-9151240303159169870</id><published>2009-03-12T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:32:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Land Below the Wind (Last day chapter)</title><content type='html'>I should be leaving for the airport to catch my flight home in about two hours' time. Right now I'm just sitting down sipping iced latte at my favourite franchise coffee outlet whilst updating my blog (give me a chance - I could hardly find a time to do the same during my normal weekdays).  I woke up this morning with much excitement and energy, i.e. to conclude my official business trip with ............ personal shopping (huh?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn4s7csBVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jRu0nfDF4yY/s1600-h/IMAGE_450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn4s7csBVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jRu0nfDF4yY/s400/IMAGE_450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312550686216160594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;View from the pier - taken during my morning stroll from the hotel to the market for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post breakfast, we (me and two other colleagues from Lumut) bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih cincin&lt;/span&gt; from one of the stalls. A big packet (contains 50 pcs) costs about RM9/- and a smaller packet (contains 25 pcs) costs RM5/-. I bought three big packets and four smaller ones (plus additional one small packet free - courtesy of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt;). I also bought four (or five.. couldn't remember the exact quantity due to my accelerated aging process) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan terubuk masin&lt;/span&gt;. I later found out from Tai-tai when I called her over lunch that in some cases, the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ikan terubuk&lt;/span&gt; sold here are not genuine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terubuk&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kira tipulah tu&lt;/span&gt;... I was not too sure about the fish that I purchased earlier but anyway... it should be treated as sunk cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out from the hotel, I went for a quest for the ultimate frozen lobster and tiger prawns hunting. The hotel concierge was kind enough to arrange for my transportation to the frozen seafood shop near the train station. For a mere sum of RM182/-, I managed to purchase 1 kg of lobster, 1 kg of large tiger prawns, and 1 kg of something edible from the sea that I myself was not too sure how to eat it... I just bought because of the excitement to try something new. In addition to that, our host gave 4 kgs of frozen prawns to each one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn427alStI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5xYUQhXk_E4/s1600-h/IMAGE_452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn427alStI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5xYUQhXk_E4/s400/IMAGE_452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312550858006022866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Philippine Market @ Pasar Kraftangan Kota Kinabalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn43D5bPfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6faE0aM08Kg/s1600-h/IMAGE_453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn43D5bPfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6faE0aM08Kg/s400/IMAGE_453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312550860282871282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Main entrance to Philippine Market @ Pasar Kraftangan Kota Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned about the famous Philippine Market from Tai-tai when she came to Kota Kinabalu in November 2007 for a one day business trip. She went to this market twice in a day...I went three time in half a day (you are welcomed to make your own interpretation from this statement). Unfortunate for me, I twisted my right ankle after my third visit to the market.. if I had not injured myself, I would probably pay another one or two more visits before leaving for the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-9151240303159169870?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/9151240303159169870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=9151240303159169870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9151240303159169870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9151240303159169870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-land-below-wind-last-day-chapter.html' title='From the Land Below the Wind (Last day chapter)'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbn4s7csBVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jRu0nfDF4yY/s72-c/IMAGE_450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1544546605539089047</id><published>2009-03-12T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:09:27.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Land Below the Wind</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Kota Kinabalu yesterday evening; and was immediately treated to a sumptuous  seafood dinner at Kampung Air by the host. We had steamed red kerapu,  buttered prawns, chicken corn soup, stir-fried Sabah vege, and oyster omelette - so much that I had completely forgotten about my gout problem! The meal was fantastic, and I now I know where to treat Tai-tai and the kids when we come to Kota Kinabalu for our holiday in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbkwrI6ubMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fykw5Gu02es/s1600-h/KAMPUNG+AIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbkwrI6ubMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fykw5Gu02es/s400/KAMPUNG+AIR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312330753146514626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seri Selera Kampung Air Seafood Restaurant, Kota Kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting in the hotel lobby enjoying the wi-fi (to pay RM20/- for a three hour internet access from my room is considered not justifiable from an accountant's point of view). Music from the lobby lounge is distracting, but soothing for my ears. We concluded our official visit at around 7.30 pm. After dinner, we were taken for a short night tour around the town, which included a stopover at the night market in Kampung Air. I bought a T-shirt each for Tai-tai and my darling angels, but not for myself due to one obvious reason - I couldn't fit into any!!! Darn! Guess my diet programme need to be revised...opsss...what about yesterday's seafood dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return flight tomorrow is scheduled to depart at round 7-ish in the evening, so by default I have ample time to do some more light shopping. I'm planning to buy some frozen seafood and local delicacies from the market tomorrow. Tai-tai suggested for lobsters so I'll try my best to find some. I am also planning to buy lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuih cincin&lt;/span&gt;, a local sweet treat that can only be found here in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbkx9HJ3r6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cy5EAdZgAEg/s1600-h/kuih+cincin+jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/Sbkx9HJ3r6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/cy5EAdZgAEg/s400/kuih+cincin+jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312332161422438306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuih cincin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Belum mandi lagi...its already midnight and I need to retire for the day so that I'll have abundance of energy tomorrow for shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1544546605539089047?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1544546605539089047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1544546605539089047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1544546605539089047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1544546605539089047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-land-below-wind.html' title='From the Land Below the Wind'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbkwrI6ubMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Fykw5Gu02es/s72-c/KAMPUNG+AIR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-9005023729870479145</id><published>2009-03-10T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:16:03.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alkisah...</title><content type='html'>Our maid is going back tomorrow. Her flight to Bandung is scheduled to depart at 3.40 pm from LCCT. My flight to Kota Kinabalu is scheduled to depart tomorrow also at 4.55 pm from KLIA. Abah is coming over to fetch Tai-tai and the kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;balik kampung&lt;/span&gt; while I'm away serving my outstation duty. Without the maid around, it would be very difficult or at least challenging for Tai-tai to handle the kids on her own...especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbZZOOz1MKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mdj8unHUxb8/s1600-h/IMAGE_446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbZZOOz1MKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mdj8unHUxb8/s400/IMAGE_446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311530911558611106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My darling angels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made arrangements with my parents to send the maid to LCCT tomorrow, and after that straight to KLIA for my flight. I will only be gone for two nights - flying back to KL on Friday evening... I have not even started my journey, yet I can't wait to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Latest news...I'm scheduled to depart for Ghana on 6 April...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-9005023729870479145?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/9005023729870479145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=9005023729870479145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9005023729870479145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/9005023729870479145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/alkisah.html' title='Alkisah...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SbZZOOz1MKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mdj8unHUxb8/s72-c/IMAGE_446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-438361415524904297</id><published>2009-03-04T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:04:06.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly there's a light at the end of the tunnel...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to internet classifieds, I managed to find a maid agency near my house. I contacted the agency yesterday to ask about maid availability that could fulfill our requirements;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preferably Sundanese from Western Java;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has children of her own (married or divorced);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Age between 30 to 40 years old; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Available as soon as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We managed to find someone who is available in two weeks' time...a 40 year old lady with six children ranging from age 2 to 17, a Sundanese from Cianjur in Western Java. And the best thing is, I don't even have to personally submit the application forms to the Immigration Department nor do I need to fetch the maid from airport...plus Fomema medical check-up will be taken care of by the agency before the handing over process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY... some bright light at the end of the tunnel for me and Tai-tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy: Is going to Kota Kinabalu for work matters between 11th to 13th next week and possibly to Ghana in the first week of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-438361415524904297?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/438361415524904297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=438361415524904297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/438361415524904297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/438361415524904297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/03/suddenly-theres-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Suddenly there&apos;s a light at the end of the tunnel...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-542848946584149249</id><published>2009-02-27T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:47:15.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the pot to the fire</title><content type='html'>This morning Tai-tai sent me an email... her one and only sentence was like a bullet that passed through my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Cik X confirmed cannot get the maid by March with all her excuses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..firstly I was worried that the new maid won't be here on time...but now the case has turned for the worse -  from the pot straight to the fire... How is it possible for me and Tai-tai to find another maid in less than two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch today me and Tai-tai devised our next course of action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contact Kak Fauziah in Pandan Indah to temporarily babysit Aisyah and Aliyah;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask around for maid agency references; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepare ourselves to share the household chores until we find a new maid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Taking into consideration Aliyah's condition, sending our children to daycare nursery is definitely not an option at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy : Panic attack. Stay calm. Houston...we got a problem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-542848946584149249?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/542848946584149249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=542848946584149249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/542848946584149249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/542848946584149249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-pot-to-fire.html' title='From the pot to the fire'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-603554399459155708</id><published>2009-02-26T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:56:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulang ke seberang...</title><content type='html'>I'm actually on medical leave today due to my badly swollen right ankle. Although I was in pain, I took the opportunity to run some unavoidable errands, which included applying for the Check-out-Memo from the Immigration Department for my maid. She's going back on the 11th next month, and I hope that my daughters, especially Aisyah, won't miss her that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies very fast. Exactly two years ago we forked out almost four grant to hire a stranger to live inside our house as a domestic helper, babysitter and cook for us (although her main job functions are the first two from the list). For me and Tai-tai, although we were very comfortable with Kak Fauziah and her family in Pandan Indah who used to babysit Aisyah last time, we came to realise that it was not fair to leave Aisyah with them beyond the reasonable timing as they also have other things to do. Plus they need some time to be with their own family members, especially in the evening. Taking into consideration our work commitment, we had no other choice but to hire a live-in maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the new in-coming maid is as good as our outgoing one...or perhaps even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-603554399459155708?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/603554399459155708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=603554399459155708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/603554399459155708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/603554399459155708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/pulang-ke-seberang.html' title='Pulang ke seberang...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7105333725610399778</id><published>2009-02-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:23:09.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write-lahhhhh?</title><content type='html'>At this moment I am waiting for Tai-tai to wrap-up her work for the day. I am away from office for a Project Management course commencing yesterday, and I should be occupied until Thursday (as at now I still have another two more days before the course completion). Course-wise... very interesting. The classroom size is small (only seven of us) thus full attention and participation is something that I can't run away from...(which is good!) From the positive point of view, I have no other choice but to force myself to learn something that would eventually add value to my work (also to my CV..he!he!he! please don't tell my boss that!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and Tai-tai stopped over at a Toyota showroom on the way home. We actually wanted to lay our eyes on the new "facelifted" Innova model. My Proton is now halfway through her ninth year already, and we have kept the option to replace it "open for discussion". For the sake of my children (we do not want to get stranded in the middle of nowhere with small kids in the car - TOUCH WOOD), we should seriously think about this idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7105333725610399778?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7105333725610399778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7105333725610399778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7105333725610399778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7105333725610399778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-to-write-lahhhhh.html' title='What to write-lahhhhh?'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-5465962062341013202</id><published>2009-02-13T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:45:29.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The date to look forward to - 30 April 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SZVPI3nOIPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/StKfvznLOQc/s1600-h/PICT2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SZVPI3nOIPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/StKfvznLOQc/s400/PICT2867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302231150084628722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Aliyah for her second appointment with the plastic surgeon last Wednesday. The doctor examined Aliyah and set the date for operation on 30 April, but she has to be admitted two days earlier for the necessary procedures. Tai-tai informed me that she was nervous whenever the thought of Aliyah's operation came across her mind, but I kept on assuring her that everything would be fine. The scheduled operation, even though we have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt; feeling for Aliyah, would eventually benefit her in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Aliyah has been so generous with her smiles and laughter. She has put up some kilos and her weight now is 4.4 kg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-5465962062341013202?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5465962062341013202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=5465962062341013202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5465962062341013202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5465962062341013202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/date-to-look-forward-to-30-april-2009.html' title='The date to look forward to - 30 April 2009'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SZVPI3nOIPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/StKfvznLOQc/s72-c/PICT2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-7869028176768671762</id><published>2009-02-02T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:44:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we held a birthday party for our princess, Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGrFVcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jywyv_qjGN4/s1600-h/DSC_5411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGrFVcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jywyv_qjGN4/s400/DSC_5411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374025571299490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She dressed gorgeously with "butterfly princess wings" attached at her back (something that she requested Tai-tai to buy for her during one of the shopping trips to Tesco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGszRj1I/AAAAAAAAADg/NjYhWMvZPOc/s1600-h/DSC_5440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGszRj1I/AAAAAAAAADg/NjYhWMvZPOc/s400/DSC_5440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374026032418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as expected, she spoilt the moment during the candle blowing ceremony. And guess who had to do it for her??? YOURS TRULY! The cake was a 1.5 kg chocolate cream with a picture of Mickey and Minnie Mouse on it..two of her favourite cartoon characters. Maybe next year we'll try something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYfYft50_3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SO1MaLeKVGU/s1600-h/PICT2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYfYft50_3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SO1MaLeKVGU/s400/PICT2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298441526034366322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tai-tai's mini cupcakes were the "hits" among guests at the party. We had a few people who already asked if they could place their orders. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tai-tai...amacam? Nak bukak business tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGwyT78I/AAAAAAAAADw/KRK-HJcdfzI/s1600-h/PICT2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGwyT78I/AAAAAAAAADw/KRK-HJcdfzI/s400/PICT2891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298374027102121922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy: Dates on the photos are not correct... perhaps we should have turned it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-7869028176768671762?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/7869028176768671762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=7869028176768671762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7869028176768671762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/7869028176768671762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title='What a wonderful weekend'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SYebGrFVcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/Jywyv_qjGN4/s72-c/DSC_5411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-3791648600994097002</id><published>2009-01-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:41:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another batch of updates</title><content type='html'>Yeah...another week has passed by and I am looking forward for another long weekend this week. This week's updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Tai-tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is currently enjoying her last week off before returning to office next week. Already feeling comfy at home, I think she would be dragging her feet to work from next Tuesday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Aisyah turned 3 yesterday. Tai-tai bought her a small chocolate cake and candles for the normal birthday rituals. But when we started to sing the birthday song, her response was "No birthday...". Tai-tai and myself are organising a small birthday party for Aisyah tomorrow (invitation mostly to the kids from the block, so please don't feel offended if you're not on the invitation list..heh!heh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed menu for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chocolate cream birthday cake;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Assorted colorful cupcakes;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pasta with chicken bologna sauce;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Fresh garden salad with choice of thousand island or ceasar dressing ;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Chicken sandwich;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mini chicken cocktail with zucchinis;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Seafood Chinese fried rice;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Fried chicken wings and drumsticks marinated with honey mustard sauce;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Watermelons; and&lt;br /&gt;10.Blackcurrant drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that she will behave well tomorrow as the host and birthday girl and not confining herself in the maid's room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Aliyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to train Aliyah during night time (last feeding around 1 am and earliest feeding around 5 am or so) to minimise disruptions to our sleep. Unfortunately we have not been successful as expected so far. Instead Aliyah is throwing her tantrums more often nowadays, especially towards the second half of each feeding. We noted that Aliyah's behavior is better during daytime compared to night time. Although this proves to be challenging for both me and Tai-tai, we treat it as a blessing in disguise.. at least she's behaving well when she's with the maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy: I need a good massage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-3791648600994097002?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/3791648600994097002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=3791648600994097002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3791648600994097002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/3791648600994097002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-batch-of-updates.html' title='Another batch of updates'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8447635890681917454</id><published>2009-01-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:55:42.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the blog</title><content type='html'>The last few weeks have been very hectic for me, especially on work-wise matters. I am looking forward for the Chinese New Year break with high anticipation for some "time-off" at my parents' house, and spending more time with Tai-tai and the kids, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah is going to be 3 soon, and Aliyah (now fondly being referred to as "Adik" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada harapan untuk jadi anak bongsu ni&lt;/span&gt;...) is turning two months old this Saturday.  How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people commented that I have lost some weight. Well, I've been practising Atkins Diet as much as possible so I presume that the results are now slowly surfacing. But the main thing that I wish I could do more is exercising. I just can not find the time to hit the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, a summary of things that have taken place since my last posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I seemed to have lost the ability to calm Aliyah down whenever she cries;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is now harder to convince Aisyah to take her bath and meals;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have installed CCTV at my house;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aliyah is already 4 kg;&lt;br /&gt;5. Me an Tai-tai have already had two sessions of cup cakes baking; and&lt;br /&gt;6. We took Aisyah for a trip to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar borong&lt;/span&gt;, and she didn't like it at all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8447635890681917454?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8447635890681917454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8447635890681917454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8447635890681917454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8447635890681917454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-blog.html' title='Missing the blog'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8347467275957143531</id><published>2009-01-04T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:30:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I watched a good movie on HBO... LICENSE TO WED, played by Mandy Moore, John Krasinski and Robin Williams. The movie was about a couple who wanted to get married but had to pass a pre-marriage course, planned by their local church pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movie, I realised that challenges and problems in a married life (or in a family life as a matter of fact) are common and something that almost everybody has to encounter. Even if you remain as a celibate or single person you are still part of a family structure, right? So there is no escape route from this particular situation. I am now looking at my own life. I'll turn 31 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my early to mid teenage years, I considered myself to be "a snob" and had communication issues with almost everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late teens to early 20's - early maturity period and I began to accept the fact that being a snob and a self-centered person is definitely a no-no if you want to live in a community, more so if you wish to get married and have a family of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid 20's - getting myself adjusted in a married life, where challenges are normally circulated around mis-communication and not meeting the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late 20's to present - adopted the "give and take" and compromise policy as a husband and father (yup...giving in for the cartoon channel is one of it). But most important is to be a good role model and father figure for my two daughters. Honestly, I have yet to start acting like a father... I think. Perhaps I should ask Tai-tai's view on this....hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8347467275957143531?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8347467275957143531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8347467275957143531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8347467275957143531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8347467275957143531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2173497771491287945</id><published>2009-01-04T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:34:26.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My colour personality test result...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I did a colour personality test...and the results are as follow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Daddy's Existing Situation&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Imaginative and sensitive; seeking an outlet for these qualities--especially in the company of someone equally sensitive. Interest and enthusiasm are readily aroused by the unusual or the adventurous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Daddy's Stress Sources&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;An existing situation or relationship is unsatisfactory, but he feels unable to change it to bring about the sense of belonging which he needs. Unwilling to expose his vulnerability, he therefore continues to resist this state of affairs, but feels dependent on the attachment. This not only depresses him but makes him irritable and impatient producing considerable restlessness and the urge to get away from the situation, either actually or, at least, mentally. Ability to concentrate may suffer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy's Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Circumstances are forcing him to compromise, to restrain his demands and hopes, and to forgo for the time being some of the things he wants.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy's Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Has a powerful drive towards sensuousness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Daddy's Actual Problem&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anxiety and a restless dissatisfaction, either with circumstances or with unfulfilled emotional needs, have produced considerable stress. He tries to escape from these into a conflict-free security in which he can relax and recover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The fear that he might be prevented from achieving the things he wants increases his need for security and freedom from conflict. Is therefore seeking stability and an environment in which he can relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-2173497771491287945?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2173497771491287945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2173497771491287945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2173497771491287945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2173497771491287945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-colour-personality-test-result_04.html' title='My colour personality test result...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8476032135728728014</id><published>2008-12-30T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:51:26.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip and Treat</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a public holiday. Knowing that Tai-tai was bored at home since the beginning of her confinement, I initiated for all of us to enjoy a short-trip to Putrajaya Alamanda - me, Tai-tai, Aisyah and Aliyah. What was planned to be "short", i.e. not more than two hours, was actually extended to five. And that included one solid hour spent in the Nappy Change Room alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it was not that bad after all.... me and Tai-tai underwent the same situation with Aisyah almost three years ago...it was just getting ourselves accustomed to it..he!he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was tiring, we had fun. Pity my daughters, both of them dozed off when we were queuing up at the hypermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVneiLk3nGI/AAAAAAAAADI/_1Ze3uZzhQg/s1600-h/IMAGE_393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVneiLk3nGI/AAAAAAAAADI/_1Ze3uZzhQg/s400/IMAGE_393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500316500335714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVneiEbQqNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/91l5xFNMMQ4/s1600-h/IMAGE_394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVneiEbQqNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/91l5xFNMMQ4/s400/IMAGE_394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285500314580986066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Despite all that, me and Tai-tai managed to cook dinner last night. Our menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coney dog&lt;br /&gt;2. Cream of Spinach Soup&lt;br /&gt;3. Stirred-fried broccoli, carrots and shitake mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy: Yummmyyyyyyy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8476032135728728014?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8476032135728728014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8476032135728728014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8476032135728728014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8476032135728728014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-and-treat.html' title='Trip and Treat'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVneiLk3nGI/AAAAAAAAADI/_1Ze3uZzhQg/s72-c/IMAGE_393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-785816461156939044</id><published>2008-12-26T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:19:14.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak bapak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVWIwhkTLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/WfLrsmWUIP4/s1600-h/IMAGE_386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVWIwhkTLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/WfLrsmWUIP4/s400/IMAGE_386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284280105014865250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the shower this morning when Tai-tai suddenly knocked on the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tai-tai&lt;/span&gt; : Yayang!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Huh--huh--huh... (opened the door a bit so that she could see that my face was already smeared with Facial Cleansing Foam (Lore@l...because you're worth it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliyah was crying out loud. Tai-tai tried her best to calm the baby down but unfortunately it did not work. I noticed that with Aliyah, four out of five times, I was able to soothe her down when her crying was at the top of the decibel range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure why but I guess it must be the amount of fat that my arms have accumulated all these years, something that Tai-tai is currently lacking. Aliyah probably felt more comfortable in my arms, probably her alternative version of soft and bouncy mattress. In the above-left pix  Aliyah was wearing a jumper set with the words "Daddy's Little Girl" printed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVWMq8Qn35I/AAAAAAAAACw/O_jCthXWHE0/s1600-h/IMAGE_390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVWMq8Qn35I/AAAAAAAAACw/O_jCthXWHE0/s400/IMAGE_390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284284407147388818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pix above : Feeding time using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Needs Feeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-785816461156939044?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/785816461156939044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=785816461156939044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/785816461156939044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/785816461156939044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/anak-bapak.html' title='Anak bapak'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SVWIwhkTLWI/AAAAAAAAACo/WfLrsmWUIP4/s72-c/IMAGE_386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8153685717110159782</id><published>2008-12-19T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:39:45.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter - a future accountant?</title><content type='html'>As a member of CIMA (The Chartered Institute of Management Accountants), I am entitled for a copy of the Institute's periodic publication "Financial Management". I received my latest copy a few days back, but only had the chance to take it out from its packaging yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stepped out from the bathroom when Tai-tai asked me to look at Aisyah. Well, the pix below says it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUtbXtIJAZI/AAAAAAAAACg/r3-6F8lXZ0o/s1600-h/IMAGE_381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUtbXtIJAZI/AAAAAAAAACg/r3-6F8lXZ0o/s400/IMAGE_381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281415450830897554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy : Aisyah will turn 3 next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8153685717110159782?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8153685717110159782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8153685717110159782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8153685717110159782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8153685717110159782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-daughter-accountant-in-progress.html' title='My daughter - a future accountant?'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUtbXtIJAZI/AAAAAAAAACg/r3-6F8lXZ0o/s72-c/IMAGE_381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4067068559698659784</id><published>2008-12-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:23:39.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Forum on Cleft Lip and Palate</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I took the day off from work and attended a public forum on cleft lip and palate  which was jointly organised by CLAPAM, Universiti Malaya and ING. It was the second time the event was held, and I understand that it will be a yearly event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of kids who were born with cleft lip and palate there.... and for the first time I felt that I was not alone. In fact, I was very proud to have Aliyah as my daughter. One of the fathers spoke about his experience. The father, now working as a full time clown, shared his experience in a rather emotional way. My emotion also lost the battle and gave way eventually for the tears to fall of my cheeks. He said that cleft children are gifts from Allah, and He has chosen the right people to become parents of cleft children. It's a privilege that not everybody will get..in Malaysia only 1 out of 700. A lot of blessing and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hikmah&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insya' Allah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4067068559698659784?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4067068559698659784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4067068559698659784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4067068559698659784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4067068559698659784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/public-forum-on-cleft-lip-and-palate.html' title='Public Forum on Cleft Lip and Palate'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4829395114941836777</id><published>2008-12-11T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:20:25.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing along with Daddy</title><content type='html'>This happened last night around 9.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Old McDonald has a farm. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : And on his farm he has some ducks. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo... And the quack quack here, quack quack there... here quack there quack everywhere quack quack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : (Smiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Old McDonald has a farm. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo...And on his farm he has some sheep. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo... And the mbekk mbekk here, mbekk mbekk there... here mbekk there mbekk everywhere mbekk mbekk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt; : (Still smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Old McDonald has a farm. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo...And on his farm he has some pigs. Eiii yah eiii yah hooo... And the oinkk oinkk here, oinkk oinkk there... here oinkk there oinkk everywhere oinkk oinkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tai-tai&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;(From the Kitchen) DADDY!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aisyah &lt;/span&gt;: (Puzzled)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4829395114941836777?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4829395114941836777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4829395114941836777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4829395114941836777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4829395114941836777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sing-along-with-daddy.html' title='Sing along with Daddy'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-5707377167646500687</id><published>2008-12-10T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:35:40.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of the House</title><content type='html'>As the clock ticked to 12.23 pm on Monday, 24th November 2008, my life has changed for better... I became a father for another child...another daughter of mine. She was named Aliyah. Her crying was very much anticipated and reminded me of my additional responsibilities as the man of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hold Aliyah to begin the recital of Azan and Iqamah, I realised that her eyes were directly staring at me. My voice trembled and I was about to let my tears falling from my eyes as I uttered "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar&lt;/span&gt;!". I could feel that Aliyah was asking me to take care of her... and give her unconditional love and care as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy promise, Aliyah...don't worry! I will love you as much as I love your sister Aisyah and also your mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUBuFfTdFyI/AAAAAAAAACY/SpAqML5oeZc/s1600-h/PICT2682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUBuFfTdFyI/AAAAAAAAACY/SpAqML5oeZc/s400/PICT2682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278339803859719970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Aliyah to see the plastic surgeon at HUKM yesterday. Our experience was great. The nurses were very helpful plus the doctor was friendly. He said that we should not be worry of Aliyah's condition and we should continue the way we feed Aliyah the way we have been doing - by syringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-5707377167646500687?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5707377167646500687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=5707377167646500687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5707377167646500687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5707377167646500687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/man-of-house.html' title='Man of the House'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SUBuFfTdFyI/AAAAAAAAACY/SpAqML5oeZc/s72-c/PICT2682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-6994916647754808719</id><published>2008-12-09T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:19:35.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Aliyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ST43UTWg-wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CMmMDatfhyw/s1600-h/IMAGE_373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ST43UTWg-wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CMmMDatfhyw/s400/IMAGE_373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277716635256421122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Name : Aliyah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DOB : 24th Nov 2008 @ 12.23 pm at An-Nur Hasanah Bangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Weight when born : 2.95 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy : Another darling Angel of mine....will update more later!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-6994916647754808719?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/6994916647754808719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=6994916647754808719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6994916647754808719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/6994916647754808719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/12/introducing-aliyah.html' title='Introducing Aliyah'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/ST43UTWg-wI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CMmMDatfhyw/s72-c/IMAGE_373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4676746665877962305</id><published>2008-11-21T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:52:20.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah panggil???</title><content type='html'>We managed to reach home early yesterday...well not really that early (around 9.00 pm) but that was much better than the two previous nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately Tai-tai and I noticed that Aisyah would call both of us "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibik&lt;/span&gt;" instead of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;". She would call us "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibik&lt;/span&gt;" one or two times before realising her mistake and corrected herself immediately. I could feel that Tai-tai was a bit disturbed on this subject matter. Right now, I am more worried that Aisyah has too much of "close bonding" with the maid...which is not OK considering that the maid is going back for good in March next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy : I hope to spend more time with Aisyah, and I promise to take her out "jalan-jalan" this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4676746665877962305?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4676746665877962305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4676746665877962305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4676746665877962305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4676746665877962305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/salah-panggil.html' title='Salah panggil???'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8373763269070976992</id><published>2008-11-20T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:36:34.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In"trap"ment</title><content type='html'>Tai-tai worked late again last night. She wanted to clear her work as much as possible just in case Aliyah pops out at any time. Lucky for me I brought along my laptop so I managed make significant progress on my costing template project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we decided to pack up, it was already 11.10 pm. And by the time we got to the basement carpark at her office (Head Office Bank cap Rimau) it was already 11.15 pm. We drove the car to the usual exit and guess what.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ENTRANCE / EXIT SHUTTER WAS ALREADY DOWN AND LOCKED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were informed by the guard that we had to wait for the Chief Security on Duty, who happened to be on his routine round at that time. Me and Tai-tai waited for 30 minutes before he showed up. He told us that the shutter is automatically locked at 11 pm on weeknights and if we wanted to stay back, we should have parked our car near the GM car park foyer. Tai-tai recalled that earlier this year we went back at 12 midnight and we did not encounter this situation. Puzzled by our explanation, he insisted that this has been the standard procedure and that there was no way that we could have exited ourselves last time. Anyway, to cut the story short, he willingly helped us..thank you sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on our way back, Tai-tai suddenly remembered that last time, I was based in Bangi and did not have access to her basement carpark...so I must have parked the car at the GM car park foyer then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exact words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh ye lah..... mana ade kita park kereta kita kat basement masa tu.... I park kat GM foyer..sebab tulah kita takde masalah nak balik tengah malam!!! Kesian pak cik guard tu...patutlah dia puzzled masa kita mati-mati cakap dulu balik pukul 12 tengah malam takde masalah pun!!! Kita yang silap info rupanye....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home, it was already 12.30 am. Aisyah was already asleep...just like the day before... sorry Aisyah, nanti esok Daddy bawak Aisyah jalan-jalan...OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do not work late at office&lt;br /&gt;2) Remember where you park the car&lt;br /&gt;3) Family must come first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8373763269070976992?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8373763269070976992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8373763269070976992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8373763269070976992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8373763269070976992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/intrapment.html' title='In&quot;trap&quot;ment'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1237494500915307826</id><published>2008-11-20T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:04:31.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleft Lip and Palate Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSVBhac_tYI/AAAAAAAAACI/e48wt0ZINA8/s1600-h/20081120184645_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 599px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSVBhac_tYI/AAAAAAAAACI/e48wt0ZINA8/s400/20081120184645_00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270690981199459714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for your awareness...kindly click on the brochure for enlargement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1237494500915307826?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1237494500915307826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1237494500915307826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1237494500915307826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1237494500915307826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/cleft-lip-and-palate-awareness.html' title='Cleft Lip and Palate Awareness'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSVBhac_tYI/AAAAAAAAACI/e48wt0ZINA8/s72-c/20081120184645_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2989079976646875870</id><published>2008-11-18T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:02:30.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Doctor</title><content type='html'>We took Aisyah to our local doctor last night. Aisyah was not terrified at all. On the contrary, she was very pleased to see the doctor and gave full co-operation during the examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is a big girl now...she should be OK to visit a doctor (provided no jab is required!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSNkZFLnC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/X4iHjAM3ZcQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSNkZFLnC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/X4iHjAM3ZcQ/s400/IMAGE_359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270166371003992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aisyah's medication (from left) : Antibiotic, ubat cairkan kahak, ubat selsema and ubat batuk. Kat depan tu complimentary syringe untuk masukkan ubat dalam mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-2989079976646875870?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2989079976646875870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2989079976646875870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2989079976646875870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2989079976646875870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/visit-to-doctor.html' title='Visit to Doctor'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSNkZFLnC3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/X4iHjAM3ZcQ/s72-c/IMAGE_359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1433386629667810037</id><published>2008-11-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:18:30.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSIWVp6rVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Cy0KobbWp8/s1600-h/IMAGE_356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSIWVp6rVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Cy0KobbWp8/s400/IMAGE_356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269799075261928962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aisyah in the backseat all by herself enjoying chicken nuggets during our supper outing at Bandar Tun Hussein Onn last night... she woke up this morning with a terrible cough. I promised Tai-tai to take Aisyah to clinic later this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1433386629667810037?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1433386629667810037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1433386629667810037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1433386629667810037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1433386629667810037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/supper-pix.html' title='Supper pix'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SSIWVp6rVgI/AAAAAAAAABw/8Cy0KobbWp8/s72-c/IMAGE_356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-5708398273650477088</id><published>2008-11-16T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:53:18.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues....</title><content type='html'>Tai-tai is on leave today, and that adds on to my Monday blues syndrome factor. I'm in no mood to read even the newspaper, so I decided to update my blog while waiting for the official office hour commencement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I put Aisyah to bed. The standard 3 ft single bed looked so small with me and Aisyah crammed in it. But that was not a problem at all. I enjoyed putting Aisyah to bed, and I hope that our father-daughter bonding will go stronger and stronger each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-5708398273650477088?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/5708398273650477088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=5708398273650477088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5708398273650477088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/5708398273650477088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues....'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-2019345787978100714</id><published>2008-11-14T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:40:45.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Aliyah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SR1RsNSOdNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yjhNVqr2PbY/s1600-h/Diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SR1RsNSOdNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yjhNVqr2PbY/s400/Diaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268456959015548114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai is now 37 weeks pregnant. We've got most of the things ready as Aliyah is due to pop-out anytime soon. In fact, the maternity bag that should carry most of the required items like newborn diapers, napkins, feeding bottles and maternity pads is in our Kelisa most of the time. Since last weekend, Tai-tai has started her weekly check-up with her Gynecologist. The Gynecologist also advised me not to do any outstation traveling after 20th November. In view of Aliyah's condition, coupled with Tai-Tai's history of anxiety disorder, it is well understood that my role as a husband is vital during the birth process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Tai-tai... she completes me. And I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my daughters - Aisyah and the soon-to-be born Aliyah very, very much. I consider myself as very lucky.. have a wonderful wife, beautiful kids, a nice house, cars that are in working condition, good job with good pay, supportive members from both sides of the family, and a wonderful life (although it is undeniable that I crave for more leisure time lately..ha!ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy : Will be the man of the house..literally!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-2019345787978100714?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/2019345787978100714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=2019345787978100714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2019345787978100714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/2019345787978100714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcoming-aliyah.html' title='Welcoming Aliyah...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SR1RsNSOdNI/AAAAAAAAABo/yjhNVqr2PbY/s72-c/Diaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1523531971961345039</id><published>2008-10-20T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:35:03.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New words</title><content type='html'>For those people outside there with kids, have you ever come across moments where your kids utter some words or phrases that you have never ever taught them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me last Sunday evening at my in-laws house. My daughter suddenly uttered the words "Its spooky dark" as soon as I opened the door...gosh!!! I myself have never used that phrase before!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1523531971961345039?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1523531971961345039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1523531971961345039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1523531971961345039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1523531971961345039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-words.html' title='New words'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-8336327777469092718</id><published>2008-10-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:23:54.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health check</title><content type='html'>I gave my blood sample for test last week following a very high blood pressure reading of 170/110 in the middle of Ramadhan. The results of the test came in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that I failed marginally, but I still got some room for improvement. Already lost about 5 kgs during the fasting month, I am determined and motivated to keep shedding the kilos off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lunch will be my second day on homemade salad (I mixed the salad myself last night). Pure veges didn't taste that good, but with a bit of help from blue cheese dressing, I managed to  swallow it down my throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-8336327777469092718?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336327777469092718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=8336327777469092718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8336327777469092718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/8336327777469092718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/10/health-check.html' title='Health check'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1835043778266568010</id><published>2008-10-16T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:24:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for the Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SPb6NX8CX6I/AAAAAAAAABg/POyaEwEp3FY/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SPb6NX8CX6I/AAAAAAAAABg/POyaEwEp3FY/s400/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257664722672705442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... it has been some time since I put my last post in this blog. BUSY... not LLB, but BBB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-tai's pregnancy is now reaching the last few weeks. If I'm not mistaken, she should be around 32 or 33 weeks pregnant by now. Yesterday, me and Tai-tai did some shopping for Aliyah (our second daughter who is in her mummy's big tummy right now kicking and punching the uterus wall at almost every single moment...). We spent around RM261 on baby products alone... OK lah.... I didn't think it was a big amount. But what sadden me the most was that I could not find a special bottle + teats for cleft babies... the one that we have currently was given to us when we signed up as member with CLAPAM - Cleft Lip and Palate Association of Malaysia. Since Aliyah will most probably be born with cleft lip and palate, I guess I have to drop by at CLAPAM to make my purchase later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliyah...whatever it is, rest assured that you will be Daddy's little&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; angel&lt;/span&gt; just like your sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To my princesses - Daddy loves both of you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1835043778266568010?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1835043778266568010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1835043778266568010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1835043778266568010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1835043778266568010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-for-baby.html' title='Shopping for the Baby...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SPb6NX8CX6I/AAAAAAAAABg/POyaEwEp3FY/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4377190326737216465</id><published>2008-10-03T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:15:32.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid - Raya Datang Lagi...</title><content type='html'>I'm back at work today..on the third day of Eid! Only my body is in the office, my mind and soul is someplace else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my family celebrated Eid in modesty... just like what they say in the news &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hari Raya disambut secara sederhana tetapi meriah"&lt;/span&gt;. That's their exact words on TV news every single year. Tak percaya? Check it out for yourself next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mak Long's house on the first day..it was the second house that we visited after Pak Lang's. As always, I would get kisses on both cheeks by Mak Long, a customary gesture of her  whenever we paid her a visit..he..he..he.. I'm already 30 and still get kisses from my Auntie.. and not only that... she also kissed my wife, my daughter (my mother and my sister tak usah cakaplah..tu dah memang compulsory)...and also my MAID!?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4377190326737216465?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4377190326737216465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4377190326737216465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4377190326737216465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4377190326737216465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/10/eid-raya-datang-lagi.html' title='Eid - Raya Datang Lagi...'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-1504286108303836957</id><published>2008-09-29T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:37:30.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOG7AzfJwUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ObDbUwqqWII/s1600-h/CB101627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOG7AzfJwUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ObDbUwqqWII/s320/CB101627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251684262985974082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine myself jumping ups and downs like a little boy until last night. In the middle of my mum's living room, together with two toddlers aged 2 years 8 months (that's my daughter and my nephew) we jumped and jumped happily like nobody's business... wasn't it good to behave like small kids once in a while???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-1504286108303836957?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/1504286108303836957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=1504286108303836957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1504286108303836957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/1504286108303836957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-with-kids.html' title='Playing with the kids'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOG7AzfJwUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ObDbUwqqWII/s72-c/CB101627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617382198785683857.post-4941712495794839120</id><published>2008-09-29T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:37:43.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world of blogging</title><content type='html'>Here I am... Testing my ability to create my own blog, thanks to the help and guidance from a friend who has tasted the fun of blogging (thanks Binx!). Not bad for someone who is a self-confessed "Oh I am sooo not into IT kind of things...." and mind you, I only signed-up for Facebook last May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second last day before Eid and I'm still in the office. With lots of things to do (it's the budget period again!!!) I know that I'm supposed to clear off my work as much as possible and spending time learning how to blog is definitely not on the list. Unfortunately, I'm not able to put in much concentration today...so let it be lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been around two a.m last night when I finally dozed off. Me and Tai-tai engaged in bedtime talk... no..it wasn't that "thing".. it was serious conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617382198785683857-4941712495794839120?l=wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/feeds/4941712495794839120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617382198785683857&amp;postID=4941712495794839120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4941712495794839120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617382198785683857/posts/default/4941712495794839120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofadaddy.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-world-of-blogging.html' title='Welcome to the world of blogging'/><author><name>Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436972850226416007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HXJm_OgoHMY/SOVzkHdG0II/AAAAAAAAABI/IEAq72049fQ/S220/IMAGE_331.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
