<?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-14715697</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:22:46.127-07:00</updated><category term='NYP'/><category term='DMSM'/><category term='Media'/><title type='text'>aymanazhar</title><subtitle type='html'>A Young Kid's Journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-1570080030810039813</id><published>2008-09-04T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:51:51.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMSM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><title type='text'>Clowning Around at Media Studies TEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love visiting Abah's Media Studies TEP Center cos those groovy students of his will always feed me! Glicko Pockys, gums, chocolates, you name it! I was there the other day and one of them called Anju started clicking on her very expensive-looking camera (turns out it wasn't hers). Anyway, very nice shots here. Thanks everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDPyu_g_CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dV0NulLaAgg/s1600-h/IMG_2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418436774100002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDPyu_g_CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dV0NulLaAgg/s200/IMG_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDRCwqHAaI/AAAAAAAAABA/NtzX8xWY-xk/s1600-h/IMG_2704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242419811610722722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDRCwqHAaI/AAAAAAAAABA/NtzX8xWY-xk/s200/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDWhXYOqaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aS574X_DtlA/s1600-h/IMG_2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242425834958924194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDWhXYOqaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aS574X_DtlA/s200/IMG_2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242422692328225698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDTqcKru6I/AAAAAAAAABI/8eL6IjOaaOg/s200/IMG_2707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-1570080030810039813?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1570080030810039813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=1570080030810039813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/1570080030810039813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/1570080030810039813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/clowning-around-at-media-studies-tep.html' title='Clowning Around at Media Studies TEP'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SMDPyu_g_CI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dV0NulLaAgg/s72-c/IMG_2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-36207735940235899</id><published>2008-09-02T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:28:02.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Holiday</title><content type='html'>These pictures are long overdue. So here they are - cos you know me, anticipation for precipitation. Stacked chips for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SLzoOcYHENI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TyQD892TkuY/s1600-h/DSCN4782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241319401185546450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SLzoOcYHENI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TyQD892TkuY/s200/DSCN4782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one here at Dream World - I couldn't strike a better pose in my Superman shirt, right in front of the Escape ride too.Abah went on it - he said it was totally, absolutely sick and awesome. We spent a whole day there - I loved the Speedy Gonzalez ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SLzpS2ejP5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/sddm2ogHh_o/s1600-h/DSCN4861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241320576422985618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SLzpS2ejP5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/sddm2ogHh_o/s200/DSCN4861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are my Aussie cousins - the last time I saw them I was just a year old. There's Abang Imran, Kakak Nadya and Aisha. Bibik Mob and Uncle Les were also there - we spent the whole day at SeaWorld where we stuffed on the buffet. Abah and Mama reckoned they gained like 100kg from the trip. Not a big deal only if Abah didn't have the Adidas Night Marathon to tackle a few weeks after we came back. Oh, but he completed it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-36207735940235899?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/36207735940235899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=36207735940235899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/36207735940235899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/36207735940235899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/aussie-holiday.html' title='Aussie Holiday'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/SLzoOcYHENI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TyQD892TkuY/s72-c/DSCN4782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-6879685467530092755</id><published>2008-02-28T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:41:02.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Really Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/R8aBZh-RmiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oQibu4a93Ek/s1600-h/DSCN3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171963497697876514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/R8aBZh-RmiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oQibu4a93Ek/s320/DSCN3669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abah's been really busy all of last year to update this blog. The man took part in one full-marathon, one half-marathon, one biathlon, two triathlons and a couple of 10K runs in 2007. So I'll just put up some pics of what I've done and the places we've been for all to enjoy in the next few posts. This one was from March 2007 - Bali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peaceout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/14715697-6879685467530092755?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6879685467530092755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=6879685467530092755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/6879685467530092755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/6879685467530092755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-really-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Really Been A While'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/R8aBZh-RmiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oQibu4a93Ek/s72-c/DSCN3669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-6059143619617283390</id><published>2007-05-09T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:55:28.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/RkKIBpvuDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QxOKDgaRWs0/s1600-h/DSCN3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062758493085109714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/RkKIBpvuDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QxOKDgaRWs0/s320/DSCN3178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's been a while. Abah's been slacking quite a bit, so that's why the last entry was August last year. A lot of things have happened since. I turned two, made my first tip to Bali, Atok passed on, I started going to day-care, Abah ran his first marathon .... As such, I will post pictures from all those momentous events. Soon. Really soon. By the way, this is me in Malacca. My first trip to Malacca. Abah said it'll probably be my last too, with them. Peace Out.&lt;/div&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/14715697-6059143619617283390?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6059143619617283390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=6059143619617283390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/6059143619617283390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/6059143619617283390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kGVF-n-1Xc/RkKIBpvuDdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QxOKDgaRWs0/s72-c/DSCN3178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-115647524032755323</id><published>2006-08-24T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:45:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorbike Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN3092.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/320/DSCN3092.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend, my folks and I visit Nyai and Yai, my paternal gramps over in Clementi. There are lotsa food and snack there, and when they feel generous - which is almost always - Nyai and Yai would have some new toy waiting for me. Much to the frustration of Abah and Mama. my folks can't stop them from buying, so they've resigned to just telling that the toys must not be more than $5. Abah reckons he didn't get a lot of toys when he was younger cos they were saving up for toys for their GRANDSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love ( though I've done it only one grand time) is Yai's motorbike. I've gotten a ride on it and it's super! Yai had given up riding, he's 77 this year, but Bibik Oya's hubby gave his up cos they had gotten a van - so Yai's got a new bike! Check out my World War II German soldier helmet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-115647524032755323?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115647524032755323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=115647524032755323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/115647524032755323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/115647524032755323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/08/motorbike-riding.html' title='Motorbike Riding'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-115635061945769102</id><published>2006-08-23T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T02:31:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN3109.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN3109.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About the only thing that my Abah is good at doing - certainly not updating this blog - is taking me to the library every Wednesday night. I usually stay at home on Wednesdays with Bibik, and when Abah and Mama get home from work, they usually just grab a quick bite. Then off we go and walk for, oh, m&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN3111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN3111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aybe ten minutes at most, to the Jurong West Library. I just love it there. They've got fancy teeny chairs and tables and of course, lotsa books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit there all night cos they've got books on monkeys and tigers and tractors and all. Abah says on his off days, he can sit in a library all day&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN3119.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN3119.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too, enjoying the books and magazines. We found this book on Big Yella Trucks &amp; Diggers the other night and it's really sweet with all the pictures of Scoop, and Rolley and Lofty and all. There's also this very huge poster on the wall with cows and other animals. And that's really nice too, that's why Abah's included the pic with me in the foreground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wednesday nights ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-115635061945769102?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115635061945769102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=115635061945769102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/115635061945769102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/115635061945769102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/08/wednesday-nights.html' title='Wednesday Nights'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113998428827151000</id><published>2006-02-14T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:18:08.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/320/DSCN2754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost amidst stories of falling ill and high fever and us rushing to NUH at 4 am, and me turning red and spotty, is the fact that I got a haircut last week! The barber man was nice enough not to freak me out with a noisy, scary-looking razor like the other barber man I visited previously. This nice barber man, started out with a small pair of scissors first - took some parts from the left, and to the right and then cleaned it all up with a nice, small, and definitely non-threatening razor. It helped that he had this huge fish that I was distracted with swimming around the tank near me. Mama says I look like a Thai schoolboy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113998428827151000?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113998428827151000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113998428827151000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113998428827151000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113998428827151000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113991070433819924</id><published>2006-02-14T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:33:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time I Fell Sick</title><content type='html'>I recently fell ill. It wasn't fun at all cos at first, I had the runny nose and the cough for weeks. Abah and Mama had taken me to the pedi and I had been good, taking all the medicine and all. But I didn't completely recover from them. And then, last Friday a nasty fever started. I was so hot I made Jessica Alba look ... not hot. Mama said my temperature hovered around &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;39 deg&lt;/span&gt;. At around 4am Saturday morning, it was actually nearer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40 deg&lt;/span&gt; and that's when the folks decided to bundle me up to&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; NUH's Children's Emergency&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc there said I probably had chest infection or something, I can't remember. What I do remember is that the place has got to be one of the most boring waiting areas I have ever been to! One miserable toy nailed down to a table. Oh well. So I settled on Abah's lap while he read Men's Health magazine. Thank God I was feeling a lot better after a couple of hours and cooled down. And while I was feeling woozy, Abah and Mama slapped one of them silly-looking plasters on my forehead to keep my temp down. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several days since NUH now, but I guess I'm at the tail-end of this fever saga cos I broke out in these spotty red ... spots, yesterday. They're not itchy or anything and I know I look funny, but I feel fine, sleepin' ok and in a fine mood to make a mess anytime. Actually, I'm just lookin' forward to going for a nice walk this weekend with my parents to maybe ... Bedok Jetty @ East Coast. Yah, Bedok Jetty. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113991070433819924?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113991070433819924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113991070433819924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113991070433819924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113991070433819924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-i-fell-sick.html' title='The Time I Fell Sick'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113760135621206230</id><published>2006-01-18T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T07:40:17.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! I am One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/30%20Mins%20Old%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/30%20Mins%20Old%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I turn one today!&lt;/span&gt; What a year it's been. Abah and Mama have survived one year of me. Now, they are getting ready for my baby sister who will arrive in about six months' time. That means she's gonna share the same birthday month as Abah! Hah! Gotcha! Just kidding lah. I think I'm gonna stay baby in the family for quite a while. Check out how I looked just minutes after I came into this world - wrinkly and swollen! In this picture, I couldn't have been older than 20 minutes. Mama was still in the operating theater and Abah &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had time to be with me, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at lot better now, thank you. This picture was taken by Abah as I was clowning by our main big window, looking at birds flying around. That's one of my favorite activities at home. You know, these birds are so smart. Every morning - without fail, they fly in groups all the way from Jurong Bird Park to their playground some where - past our apartment. And in the evening, every evening, they fly back home! Amazing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my birthday. Actually we cheated and had already had a small do when my Ozzie cuzzins were in town. I was only 11 months old then but Abah said what the heck. This was the picture we took at Bibik Oya's place. See how stoned I was that Sunday morning. It was a small cake but it was enough to go around and boy, it sure was yummy. Not exactly in the same category as the $90 durian cake Auntie Idah bought some time back. But good enough. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2647.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2647.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually, on the eve of my birthday, Abah, Mama, Bibik Idah and Nenek trooped over to an orphanage with two big cakes. Earlier, we had also gotten some people to cook dinner for my new found friends there. We started with a little prayer and soon I was taking pictures with many of them. We hoped they enjoyed the food we got them - it's not much but I'm glad I celebrated my first birthday with them. I had such a good time ... we'll probably do it again next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113760135621206230?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113760135621206230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113760135621206230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113760135621206230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113760135621206230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-i-am-one.html' title='Happy Birthday! I am One!'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113751515328972794</id><published>2006-01-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:09:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday's Round The Corner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/320/DSCN2317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's round the corner! Can you sense the excitement in my eyes? I'm days away from being one-year-old. I won't be classified as a baby any more. Yay! I will officially be a "toddler." That means I'll get to watch M-1 movies!! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! My birthday's round the corner! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113751515328972794?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113751515328972794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113751515328972794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751515328972794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751515328972794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-birthdays-round-corner.html' title='My Birthday&apos;s Round The Corner!'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113751332583906025</id><published>2006-01-17T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:02:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Ozzie Cuzzins Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2350.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2350.0.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibik Mob, Uncle Les and my cousins Imran, Nadya and Aisha arrived from Brisbane for their summer vacation. They were here for a month! Of course, I have never personally met them and were thrilled to get the chance to just hang with them. Of course, I took lots of pictures with them. That guy with his mom's fingers in his eyes is Imran. He's 8-years-old and is so cool that he doesn't want to be in any pictures. This one is the best that Abah got of him. Abah says he wins lots of trophies for being a super student in school. Wow! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2391.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Nadya (5) and Aisha (3), they'll take pictures with me any time of the day! Oh yes, the other girl in the picture is Ashura, another cousin of mine who lives just round the corner in Jurong East. I'll post pictures of her three other sisters next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113751332583906025?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113751332583906025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113751332583906025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751332583906025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751332583906025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-ozzie-cuzzins-were-here.html' title='When Ozzie Cuzzins Were Here'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113751193646998998</id><published>2006-01-17T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:08:26.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang Was Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/320/DSCN2433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah, Mama and I flew to Penang just before 2005 ended, and man, did we have fun. There were horses and parasailors to gawk at, and the weather was great. But of course, I loved the swimming pool the best. Check out my new swimsuit! Abah especially loved the pasar malams there (night markets) cos he managed to buy what he wanted - I understand this better not be made public - and Mama got to taste the local food, tho she was a bit sad she didn't manage to get her hands on Penang Laksa. I am just looking forward to our next trip - tho there's rumor that the folks might go without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113751193646998998?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113751193646998998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113751193646998998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751193646998998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113751193646998998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2006/01/penang-was-fun.html' title='Penang Was Fun'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113215655035285475</id><published>2005-11-16T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:14:23.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Was How I Felt and Looked After That Trip to the Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/21%20May%202005%20031.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/400/21%20May%202005%20031.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who're YOU lookin' at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113215655035285475?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113215655035285475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113215655035285475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113215655035285475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113215655035285475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-was-how-i-felt-and-looked-after.html' title='This Was How I Felt and Looked After That Trip to the Barber'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113202281487491682</id><published>2005-11-14T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:49:35.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Things Parents Do to their Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0713.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Parents do crazy things sometimes. Like when they think their 3-month old baby's hair is falling out and they go to a barber - an adult barber, mind you - to shave ALL his hair off and subject him to the whatchamacall razor thing. It's been seven months, so I have finally gotten over it and only now do I feel ready to talk about what happened that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/21%20May%202005%20064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/21%20May%202005%20064.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there I was, thinking what a nice day to take a stroll down to Jurong Point when Mama and Bibik Idah and I entered this nice bright place with lots of mirrors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Many nice men were also smiling at me and of course - like any polite baby would - I smiled back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Then, one of them started touching my head and soon got going. I was thinkin', hey, what's goin' on here (that's the middle picture for those who are keeping up with this photo diary), but it was too late when I looked in the mirror cos it was all gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN0718.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I was not the happiest camper to say the least. My head itched like goodness-knows-what, and what was worse was they had my hands in mittens and I couldn't scratch my melon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But you know what? I think I look better today because of what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;happened that day. So thanks Mama, Abah and I appreciate it even though that's one heck of a crazy thing that you as a parent did to your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113202281487491682?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113202281487491682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113202281487491682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113202281487491682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113202281487491682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy-things-parents-do-to-their.html' title='Crazy Things Parents Do to their Babies'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113115964833162774</id><published>2005-11-04T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:04:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2092.0.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2096.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2096.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2092.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya! &lt;/span&gt;This is my first ever Raya! It was fun, though it didn't look like it at first when I had to squeeze into this red baju kurung that Abah and Mama bought for me from Geylang. &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a breeze from then, and I met my cuzzins and aunts and uncles and of course both sets of gramps - whom I had the obligatory photo-taking with. Check out my three teeth - two below and one on top. I know of other kids who are older than me who've got none! Ha! But my bibik says babies who have teeth earlier will walk much later. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2092.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during Hari Raya, I knocked out for a while when we were traveling from Clementi to Yishun, but otherwise I was up all day. And man, it was quite tiring - not something babies would do very often, if you know what I mean. People also insist on giving me these little envelopes. Strange! I just put them in my mouth as what I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN2131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN2131.1.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do with almost every other thing you give me. I also heard that we're going round Singapore a bit this year visiting relatives. Cos Mama was pregnant with me last year and they couldn't go nowhere, we have to make it up this year. More little envelopes, I guess. Enjoy the pics! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113115964833162774?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113115964833162774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113115964833162774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113115964833162774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113115964833162774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113111541848143647</id><published>2005-11-03T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:43:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah says he loves the pictures he took of me and Mama while we were at the Austin Hills Resort. There's just something in my eyes- he says - while Mama cuddles me. It was a nice cool morning and the sun was just comin' up over the horizon. Anyway, the one Mama took of me and Abah's not bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays Abah keeps going - "How'dya get so cute! Howd'ya get so cute!" at me. Frankly I don't know, you know. And he loves to tickle me and then smother me with kisses. &lt;em&gt;As if&lt;/em&gt; I don't get that from Atok and Nenek and Yai and Nyai and my aunties. Sheesh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113111541848143647?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113111541848143647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113111541848143647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113111541848143647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113111541848143647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/pictures-i-love.html' title='Pictures I Love'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113109036413536886</id><published>2005-11-03T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:46:04.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Around Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN1635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah discovers that his new roommate has a baby who's just over a week older than me. I've also got a buddy - Elliot - who is exactly a week older than me. Elliot's mum, Auntie Debbie and my mum are very good friends and went back to the same secondary school - RGS - from way back then. We met a couple of months ago at Jurong Point and took some pictures. Here they are! Elliot actually flew all the way from Florida (that's in the States) to Singapore when he was really tiny cos that was where he was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113109036413536886?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113109036413536886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113109036413536886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113109036413536886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113109036413536886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/people-around-me.html' title='People Around Me'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113108956036519282</id><published>2005-11-03T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:32:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1690.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN1690.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/DSCN1684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and abah just chillin' in the pool with my cuzzins. We had fun at the Pasir Ris bungalow where I swam - don't bust my chops about my bald spot there on my head - I've got a full head of hair now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other picture is me in the middle of it all with everyone - the gang, and my great grandma and also Nenek Ima who works in a hospital. Cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113108956036519282?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113108956036519282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113108956036519282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108956036519282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108956036519282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113108847765000679</id><published>2005-11-03T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:14:37.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When cousins from UK came</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/DSCN1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/320/DSCN1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet cuzzin Isabel - she loved huggin' me when she was here! I was wearing the T-shirt they got me from London.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113108847765000679?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113108847765000679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113108847765000679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108847765000679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108847765000679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-cousins-from-uk-came.html' title='When cousins from UK came'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-113108755401218724</id><published>2005-11-03T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:59:14.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abah's been such a slacker</title><content type='html'>When I looked at the last time I blogged, it was when I was six months old. Six months old! I am almost ten months old now and it just shows how much abah's been a slacker. He's helping me to type and he hasn't been typing much - as you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many things happen to me since. I turned seven months, and the turned eight months, and then nine - you get what I mean. But things have been interesting too. Cousins from England came, as will my cousins from Australia (next month) and heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just load up some pictures for everyone to see - especially Bibik Mob, Uncle Les and Imran , Nadya and Aisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-113108755401218724?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/113108755401218724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=113108755401218724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108755401218724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/113108755401218724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/11/abahs-been-such-slacker.html' title='Abah&apos;s been such a slacker'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14715697.post-112204364854547380</id><published>2005-07-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:47:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am six months old this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/1600/18%20may%202%20(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/598/1341/200/18%20may%202%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned six months this week. Six &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; old. Abah and mama love to take my picture and at last count, there are hundreds of them in abah's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell my cuzzins in Oz about this blog I just started and wish they could see my pictures here. Can't wait to see them for the first time in December when Bibik Mob, Uncle Les, Abang Imran and Kakak Nadya and Aisha head down here to Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14715697-112204364854547380?l=aymanazhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/feeds/112204364854547380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14715697&amp;postID=112204364854547380' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/112204364854547380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14715697/posts/default/112204364854547380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aymanazhar.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-six-months-old-this-week.html' title='I am six months old this week'/><author><name>ayman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990460566627570319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
