Monday, February 12, 2007



i've been 'ordered' to fully utilise our new domain (which i've been avoiding coz of, well, inertia, really).

it's still under works.

can you believe it, despite the gazillion photos we've taken, we had a hard time finding nice ones of the three of us together??


# posted by izadnhana at 1:28 PM

Saturday, February 10, 2007

mak, saya nak kawin!

boleh tak? macam cool gitu lah, duduk kat atas stage.


now let's see.

one seat for nunu, one seat for sharleez...

hey, not enough chairs leh!

how liddat??


# posted by izadnhana at 12:16 AM

Friday, February 09, 2007

lunch hour

begone, beruang feet!

hello, happy feet!

note: for mani-pedi sessions, always bring a trusted assistant to help retrieve your wallet out of your bag and other nail-damaging tasks.

note II: 'chocolate mousse' is now officially my favourite colour.

it's hard finding time to myself since the boy came along. you know, to do girly things like this. pampering myself has been out of my priority list the moment he popped out of me. (and don't get me started on finding time to go on a date with the Harsbern alone. fergeddit!)

i finally found myself free for a lunch hour while on course in the vicinity of holland v (gawd i luv that place). ever since i've reduced my BM-pumping sessions, i find myself with precious 'me' time to go for longer lunches, shopping, errand-running, hair-cutting (teehee), or just go for a drive to get away from the office. (oops, sorry Harsbern, i know petrol very expensive.)

anyway, the last i had my feet properly scrubbed, buffed and prettified was... err, is' wedding, let's see, hmm... march 05?? (and if you calculate THAT forward nine months later, you know what happened. hehe.)

so, almost two years later and two babies between is and me, here i am again.

eh. which is not to say that nine months from now, something else will happen again, okaay!


oh, which reminds me. gotta start going for those waxing sessions again.

brazilian lunch, anyone?

# posted by izadnhana at 12:29 AM

Monday, February 05, 2007

party animal

fun fun fun!

you gotta love parties, even if they're for the kiddies.

he sure as heck does.

though he was more occupied with the entertainment than the food and games. (bah, those are for kiddies...)


# posted by izadnhana at 12:44 AM

Sunday, February 04, 2007

my preciousssss


yep, it was my first trip to the stadium to watch a football match.

it was red team versus blue team.

i was a little confused. see, i was wearing red, so i thought i was supposed to root for the red team. but everyone in red around me kept booing at the red team and scolding them with funny-sounding words like *beep* and *beep*. (eh, how come they come out as "*beep*" ah? got censor ah this blog?)

go red team go!

anyway, i made a lot of new friends there. the indian men sitting in front of us were quite funny and i poked their shoulders a few times to tell them so. they whistled very loudly and jiggled their butts and waved their hands in the air everytime something exciting happened in the field. i believe they were doing what is known as the bhangra. and i dunno why but unkle shukor kept calling me "ah-neh". it's ah-neek lah, unkle! hmph.

then there were the nice ladies sitting behind us. one of them even gave me a chicken nugget. then they carried me here there and everywhere. i was hoping i'd get passed along the whole stadium together with the kallang wave, but unfortunately, that didn't happen. but mummy was more than happy to have her hands free for a while anyway.

oh, speaking of mummy, it was also her first trip to the stadium! my goodness, mum, you've never been to one of these in all your twenty-nine years of life? so deprived you are. luckily you managed to fish out that red adidas tee from your wardrobe that you've never worn before.

nevermind lah. you stick to your shopping malls, ok? at least it got you prepared for this event.

now stop asking where Precious is!


# posted by izadnhana at 12:56 AM

Saturday, February 03, 2007

XY factor

we welcomed yet another boy in the jumari family. the fifth great-grandson to date.

to add to the already too-long line of grandsons. i lost count, but it's something like five girls to thirteen boys or something.

we're waiting for someone to break the trend and give us a girl.

oi, don't look at me!

i may be the first girl grandchild in the jumari clan, but the chances of izad giving me an X chromosome is quite slim lah. he's got many boys in his genes. (and many 'boys' in his jeans? heh.) :D

speaking of boys, we popped by two floors down to see this lil dear.

get well soon, bub! i hope you don't give your mummy any more frights like that. :x

and as for this boy, at the hospital also can find chicks.


# posted by izadnhana at 12:32 AM

Thursday, February 01, 2007

how to be a gentleman

i hear that valentines day is coming soon.

that means a lot of boys and girls will be going out on romantic dates and such.

and so, for the benefit of my fellow brethren who will be making their moves on that day, here's a guide to How To Be A Gentleman on a date with that hot chick of your choice.

first, ask her and let her decide where she would like to go, especially where to dine. this gives her the impression that you are a thoughtful person who values her inputs. also, this is to avoid her calling you a cheapskate should you suggest places like mcdonald's, kfc, geylang market, etc. (that last one, by the way, is one of daddy's favourite places to bring mummy to eat, that cheapskate.)

girl: let's go to this place, they have lobsters.
boy: *gulp*

when you are seated, tell her she looks ravishing and good enough to eat. she will be so flustered and shy that she'll skip the main course and order a salad to ensure she maintains her ravishing figure. if she has trouble reading the menu (from all that blustering), call the maitre d' (or 'waiter', for the less refined) and order on her behalf. in your best french, no less.

boy: je veux le poulet, s'il vous plait. (translate: gimme gimme chicken!)
girl: apo dia bobal tu...

i would highly recommend this next bit after a nice meal. you know they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach? well, the way to a woman's heart is through her shopping bag! now, boys, try your very best to stay awake and alert during this tough and trying part of the date. (i'd suggest having a cup of coffee after that meal.) your date will be asking you generic ten-year-series-type of questions, such as "does this make me look fat?" or "how do i look in these?" or "i wish i could have this!" (that last one sounds like a statement but is actually a hidden question, translated as "can you buy it for me?". for more on Girl Statements That Are Actually Hidden Questions, please await the publication of my book of that title, to be out soon in all good bookstores.)

boy: this one looks REALLLYYYYYYY GOOOODDDD on ya, hun! i swear, on barney's life!

now, here's when the date ends and you reap your rewards! tell her thank you for the superduper great time, and a little bit more flattery wouldn't harm too (eg. "you have such an interesting, brainy, brilliant mind" etc. well, girls like to hear they're smart too, you know.)

and then, pucker up....

mummy: just lips, no tongue, now!

of course, if you are under 18 years of age, you have to be heavily supervised and chaperoned by your respective mummies. (like that fella, ashton kucher.)

with that, i wish all of you the best in your quest to be a full-fledged Gentleman like me.

may the Force be with you!


# posted by izadnhana at 10:50 AM

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

"sunny day, sweepin' the clouds away..." <-- (great, now sesame street's getting to me)

i really like all the pictures we took on our second sunshine session, so i'm just gonna, erm, let them do the storytelling....


oh, and let me tell you, i feel very mak mak when i saw this, though. eiyerr.

(yes, he had a change in outfit, thanks to that big SPLASH.)

# posted by izadnhana at 1:24 AM

Monday, January 29, 2007

"oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun, please shine down on me..." <-- (ok, i've been hearing one too many barney songs)

backtracking a little to two sundays ago, which was the first in our series of let's-kickabout-in-the-sun-and-avoid-shopping-malls sessions.

and we survived! well... barely. (it proved to be too much vitamin D for this mummy that she took urgent leave the next day. weak betol.)

despite the sweltering heat (which was really a nice change from all that rain... really...) the kids took it in stride, sweat and all.

Team Bambino

naufal: "you think we can beat the Lions?"
aniq: "huh? i thought we're at the botanic garden, not the zoo?"
nuha: *rolls eyes* "tsk, boys!"

ouh, just a little side note about his latest 'thang'. hand smooching. and i mean, a big, fat, juicy, wet and noisy SMOOCH. it's really too bad hari raya's over. he'd have garnered extra green packets for every adult hand being smooched, i think.

siapa-siapa punya tangan pun bedal jer lah.

anyway, suffice to say, we chickened out on mister sun and went scampering back to the comforts offered by, er, mister carrier man (you know, the air-con guy).

ok, so we compromised and sat al fresco, sipping on our cold lattes and chocolate ice blended.

hey, this won't be the last of it.

we were very good and brought the bub outdoors again yesterday.

but gimme another day to get over the overdose of vitamin D again in the meantime.

(don't worry, i didn't take urgent leave this time round.)

# posted by izadnhana at 2:44 PM

Sunday, January 28, 2007

sunday morning

i know we'll have a particularly great day when he wakes up in the morning next to me, all smiley and gorgeously perky.

today was that.

a good start to the morning.

the best time of the day is that, as soon as he blinks open his eyes and flashes a grin and out of his mouth, the most melodic sound in the world - "maa~!"

and a while later, off he goes, like a rocket, to his playroom.


# posted by izadnhana at 11:56 AM

Sunday, January 21, 2007

caught with his pants down

i hadn't seen dadam for a while, so when i did on friday, i patted his bum, and to my surprise, my hand did not meet with the familiar impact of a puffy diaper.

"eh! where's your pampers?"

he grinned and promptly pulled down his pants.

"dadam nak kencing! aunty nana cebokkan!"

and my eyes promptly grew wide like saucers.


thankfully, i managed to escape from THAT. i'll cross the bridge when i reach it with aniq.

i'm glad he's trailblazing the way to aniq's own toilet-training in months to come. if we follow dadam's schedule, it'll be in exactly a year's time. *gulp*

oh, and he puts on his own pants after that too. how can i not be proud of the lil guy?

i hope aniq will quickly learn to say "nak berak/kencing/makan/tidur!" too. senang sikit. (though his squatting down and patting his tummy while doing the do is a pretty good system for now, hehe.)

dadam's also started going to a daily playgroup for a few hours in the morning, and as soon as either his oma or his dad slips away, the waterworks begin! we call it, The Crying Game. i hear that the wailings can be heard all the way from one end of tampines to another. :D

when i ask him in our teleconversations (coz he's always the first to pick up the phone when i call home) how school was, he'd tell me, "dadam nangis!" mengaku pun.

his mum and dad are hoping he'd learn to socialise better with his peers. for a long time, he's been the center of attention, and with the arrival of his younger cousin, he's had to adjust to sharing the limelight with him.

he still shoves and snatches and pulls and shouts at the lil fella, though the latter is pretty hardy and ignores him or at most, pulls away or fights back, hehe.

sometimes, he's all lovey-dovey and kisses him, and retrieves whatever the little one throws on the floor. tapi tu bila mood baik lah, ie. depan mak bapak dia. lol!

"oh, whatever..."

# posted by izadnhana at 12:56 AM

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

aniq! at the disco


drums - checked.
keyboards - checked.
guitar - checked.

microphone - checked!

yup, it's the school of rock indeed here at izadnhana's.

as lead singer (ahem), he's got the rock star posturing, facial expression and voice projection down pat, with a little room thrashing and diva behaviour thrown in for good measure.

sing it to me now!

i think he'll make quite a good lead singer in a rock band, from the way he, erm, interacts with the audience and pleases the crowd. just like bono, you know.

now, all he needs to do is learn his lyrics better...

(re: the last part of the vid - yes, mummy's obsession with uncle bono *is* a lil scary.)

# posted by izadnhana at 11:18 PM

Sunday, January 14, 2007

and the green grass grows all around

daddy had to run an errand, so i had a bit of fun with mummy for a while, exploring the Great Outdoors. well, it's not exactly great, like a park or anything. but it's out of the malls and under the sun, so it's good, no?

there were lots of interesting things to see, just sitting by the road side.

and even more interesting things to do! like what that man is doing there, pulling grass.

he was kind enough to pull me up and show me how its done.

ouhh.. so THIS is grass. wonder how those cows can like this stuff...

... it tickles!


hey mister, your fly is open!

oops, i better check if mine is too...

hey, a ciggie. thanks, mate.

oops, my daddy's comin', i better hide this...

after all that mucking around, my hands were all black and dirty. of course, i have no concept of the word 'dirty' at all, just that mummy keeps shouting "DIRTY! DIRTY!" everytime i touch or pick something up from the ground. usually, my attempts to gobble them up are foiled by her too, followed by more hysterical screams of "NOOOO DIRTY!"

sheesh. party pooper.

but you know what? the REAL reason why i like to get my hands all black and "dirty" is so that i can... PLAY WITH WATER! can you see the joy in my face? whee!

and now i'm all "clean" again.

for a few seconds anyway. heee.

*splashes puddle on the ground with hands*


# posted by izadnhana at 1:46 AM

Saturday, January 13, 2007



sleepy in his quinny.

never mind how sleepy he is, it takes one VERY quickly-gobbled down plate of rice before he gets antsy and demands his freedom to roam. that is, after we've stuffed him with biccies or anything from our own plates, to letting him play with straws or ice cubes. oh, to have the luxury of savouring our food...

hmm, where shall i start?

and as they say, what goes in must come out.

it takes one purposeful squat to know that he's doing his business.

talk about *public* toilets.

yes, he DID poo, ok. and BOY DID IT STINK!!

# posted by izadnhana at 12:28 AM


in my head. oh, and under that Favourites folder.



30 august 2003


izad&hana . born nineteen seventy seven . soulmates after seven years apart . radiohead + smashingpumpkins + londonsuede . through-thick-and-thin . ben&jerrys + gadgets + dvds . culmination of <3 in one aniq izhan .