Idris' Day out

Ever since his sister came into being, his life has changed tremendously. Hardly any more outings (on account of his mother still in confinement) and at home he is no longer the centre and only attraction. He has been showing his displeasure at being taken down from his throne by always disturbing his baby sister. Lately he has even started to get physical with his sister. No amount of scolding, rotan and threats have been effective. If anything, he enjoys the attention he's getting albeit a negative one.

So the favourite uncle and aunty has taken it upon themselves to perhaps make him less bored so hopefully he will be less naughty. We brought him out yesterday after breakfast. Brought him to Bishan Park for some football action. An open field and a ball was enough to put smiles on his face. He played football with his uncle while his aunt became the self-appointed ball picker. Its evident Idris has been watching too much soccer on ESPN as he tried, with much poise and seriousness to execute scissors kicks and slides repeatedly, much to our amusement.



And we think he is intrigued by goalkeepers coz he keeps throwing the ball and kicking it despite us telling him many times not to touch the ball and just kick it. (the aunt tried to do the same as Idris but ended up kicking the air hehe) At such a tender age, and only the occassional playing on a field, we were very surprised to note that this little 3-year old fella could actually dribble and could dribble across the field before passing the ball to his uncle. Perhaps in a few years time, his uncle will bring him along to his fortnightly soccer sessions with the rest of the Ba'alwie mosque guys.



We had a fun time at the playground too. He had fun at the swings (how come newer playgrounds do not have swings anymore) and so did the uncle and aunty. And after that, he asked to go see the monkeys at Pierce Reservoir, so off we went. We had a fun time watching the monkeys frolick and scratch themselves silly. Idris started giving names to them and horror of horrors the cheeky boy named one after his sister and then laughed out loud. We so wanted to tell him "No you can't do that" but by the time we both lauighed our heads off at his ingenuity the moment to correct him was gone - long gone.


We brought him back to our place for his afternoon nap but he was just sooo excited by the activities of the day that he coulnd't fall asleep. We though he was very tired and were preparing to send him home after maghrib when he suggested we go Causeway Point instead. As much as we would like to indulge him, that was too much in a day. So we told him that if he wanted more outings with us, he'd have to stop disturbing his sister. He promised readily but we weren't 100% convinced.

Patrizio Buanne Rules Il Mondo

On Wed night, M and I had our hearts melted by this tall, dark, handsome, Italian man who was in town for a one-night concert. I've always liked songs from the Dean Martin, Paul Anka era and this guy's voice is soooo so sweet, I think honey comes a distant second. We had great seats (thanks to M) 5 rows from the stage and we got to see his face up close and boy! he looks like he came out of GQ magazine. We were surprised to note the Gold 95 deejays were in the row behind ours. There was Mr and Mrs Brian Richmond, Yasmin, Hubert, Audrey & even Hamish Brown. And so was the Minister of Health who was there with his wife and all the Mediacorp bigwigs.


The orchestra was a bit of a let-down and un-deserving of the Italian names Patrizio coined out for them. But the concert was definitely one of the very best I have ever attended. The venue was way smaller which made the whole experience warm and intimate and unlike the Indoor Stadium, the sound system was crystal clear, the way it is supposed to be. Patrizio came armed with red roses and all the ladies (and one man) who came forward to give him gifts, got one each. M and I contemplated finding something to give him but all we had were half-eaten muffins and a bottle of peach tea. Didn't think we'd get red roses for that!!

Patrizio sang all the songs from his album plus a few from the upcoming one. Despite being quite new in the limelight, he is very adept at speaking to his audience. He joked and bantered with the audience throughout his concert, and even the conductor, Patrizio's music director, Michael Stevens joined in at times. One guy in the frontmost seat, stood up to sing the chorus of Il Mondo and Patrizio quickly took off his jacket and joked that he just lost his job. He even mocked the Esplanade officials for not allowing him to mingle with the audience for security reasons. "Security? Why do you need security? I am no criminal!" he asked to roars of laughter from the audience. He jumped from the staircase-less stage, not before asking the audience to promise "Don't Attack Me Ok?" and further mocked the no-camera policy by asking us all to take out our cameras and take his photo. The Esplanade officials stood helplessly at the corners seething with fury. Needless to say, the crowd loved him to bits.

To be honest, before I went for the concert, I only liked "Il Mondo" and "Man Without Love" But I left the Esplanade that night so mesmerized, I am now a Lifelong Fan. When he started singing "L'Italiano", for a few seconds I even forgot I was married, hehe. When the Don came to fetch us after the concert and take us out to dinner, I told him to forgive me in advance if I say out Patrizio's name in my sleep that night.

My Perfect Lover

Ok I have been tagged. Actually I was tagged like many many days ago but I buat dunno. Then the tagger started hounding me to do the tag. I gave her lip service, a cute smile and she left me alone for 3 days. Then she started hounding me again. I told her I am married and I have found my perfect lover but she insisted I do the tag. This time she hovered a threat over my head. So because I value my life and there are so many things I have yet to discover in life lest she does anything untoward to me, I have decided to comply. hehe. So here goes.....

8 Perfect Characteristics of The Perfect Lover
(In order of importance)

He Must Have A Strong Personality
- I am an aggressive person and I tend to be the dominant person in any relationship. In my friendship with guys, I always end up dictating what to do, where to go, etc etc. And I always get my way with them, through persuasion, coaxing or outright demands. While I enjoyed playing the upper hand with such friends and getting my way, I didn't want a lover I can wrap around my little finger while I flutter my eyelashes. He must have the guts to say NO to me when he knows I'm wrong and not follow blindly.

He Must Be Spiritually Enlightened
- In matters of religion and the way of life, I look to my perfect lover to provide the straight course. He must himself be knowledgeble in matters of religion. (More knowledgeable than me at least) and even more importantly he must practise what he knows. I look to my perfect lover to lead me in matters of religion and I want him to be someone my (future) children can emulate.

He Wants Me, He Accepts My Mom (Non-Negotiable)
- Since my father passed away in 1997. Its has been just me and my mom.
Although I have a whole army of consanguine brothers and sisters (same father), at the end of the day I am fully responsible for the welfare & comfort of my mother. And my perfect lover has to understand that and all its implications, ie: I will bring my mother along and she will stay with me whomever I marry and whichever part of the world I stay in. And should I not be earning my own keep in the future, my perfect lover will continue to support my mother.

He Must Be Financially Sound
- I was a pampered kid, being my dad's youngest child and my mom's only one. I have hardly ever been denied my heart's desire. While I do not expect my perfect lover to satisfy my every whim and fancy (although that would be quite perfect too) I don't quite relish a life inferior to the one I have had before I met him.

He Must Be An Intellectual
- My perfect lover would be someone who can discuss with me to a significant depth matters of politics, religion and current events. Being born to a political commentator father, I always have an opinion about everything that goes on in the world. It would be sad if I begin to start a discussion about a current event only to know my partner has no idea what I am talking about and then I will have to give a repeat news telecast.

He Must Like Family
- My family, - as almost all Arabs are - is a close knit family. We may be miles away physically but we keep in touch constantly and have family gatherings once a month (minimum) And because there are so many of us, there is bound to be a wedding or cukur jambul or birthday or death every other month. My perfect lover has to be someone who is not conscious of crowds and sociable enough to get along with my uncles and aunts. And treat them with respect. And not afraid of playing host when they decide to come visit. Unlike so many young people nowadays who prefer to "live on their own" and not like visitors to their house because of supposed "lack of privacy", my perfect lover must be above all that and love having and being around extended family.

He Must Not Smoke
- I have asthma and for a long time when I was younger, I suffered attacks every month. Sleep was difficult as I could not lie down flat and coughs, phlegm and vomit were all my playtime friends. Although its probably genetics, (my sister has asthma too) I suppose a major contributory factor is that my late father was a heavy smoker. I remember endless nights when I would be propped up on my parent's bed with my mother hovering over me and midnight bedsheets changes when I vomitted. Anti-phlegm medication has a tendency to make you vomit the phlegm out. And among the complications my late father suffered was infection of the lungs, most possibly due to his heavy smoking. So I do not want my children to suffer the same fate as I did and I don't want the family to suffer the way my family did when my father was hospitalised. Yes death comes in many forms and at any time and smoke or not you could still be hospitalised and you will still die. But let's make sure we can rule out smoking as one of the causes.

He Should Understand Me
- I think I mentioned this before. I was pretty much brought up as an only child. I never had to share, always had 100% complete attention and am very used to getting things done my way. While life has given me a few knocks, I think I am mostly protected by life's harsher deals. A perfect lover, for me, is one who understands the background I come from and while encouraging me to come out of my protected shell and showing me how to, do not penalise me for acting and behaving in the peculiar ways that I do. And occasionally, pampers me the way I have been so used to.

Alhamdulillah I have found in My Don someone who fulfils all 8 requirements and more. He is everything I could ever ask for in a life partner. (minus 10 points for that sheesha he bought recently) And I hope I am the same for him. Maybe must make him do this tag then see what he says.

8 Perfect People To Do This tag

hhmm.....
LYNN
LIZANOOR
NANIZ
MAYA
AYONG
MISS JAYZ

KICK BUTT

19th February 2006 marks a significant milestone in my relationship with The Don. This day nine years ago, we made a solemn vow to each other to spend the rest of our lives together. And instead of the usual big bouquet of roses and luxurious dinners, we decided to celebrate it low-key this time. A reminder of the times in our past, when we were still in school uniform and splurging was not an option.

Every other weekend, I would wake up like really early, make tuna & cheese sandwiches, stop by NTUC to get a few bottles of drinks and we'd take a cab to East Coast. We spend most of the time sitting by the beach talking, eating and just planning our future and the rest of the time cycling from one end of the East Coast beach to the other and back again. We went for picnics so often that we even bought this picnic set from Watsons (costs $5.90 back then I remember) and we still have it to this day.


So anyway yesterday we re-lived the moments. This time I cooked Fried Bee Hoon and chicken wings and this time we brought out own bikes. It's been eons since we went cycling and frankly I wasn't convinced we still had it in us to cycle the entire stretch of the beach and back. But we did. (well almost!!) but we also left with something we didn't have before. SORE BUTTS !!!!!!!

I could hardly sit on my butt the whole day. Despite the hot piercing sun, I think the seat must have shrunk to at least half its previous size. Or perhaps something else expanded hehe.

As we cycled along the bicycle track, just before the food centre, was a new attraction. A ski cable park called ski360. It looks fairly new, couldn't have been there for more than 6 mths I think. It's a man-made lake of sorts where a cable will run counter-clockwise around the lake and is powered by electric motor and participants hang on for dear life as it brings you a complete 360 degree around the lake. Of course, 90% of the people we saw lost hold as soon as they got on the water and we had great fun laughing at them falling into the water ala America's Funniest Home Videos.



The day was fantastic. It was every bit like what we used to do all those years ago. With one difference, this time, we didn't have to drag ourselves down the underpass throught the block of flats and spent an hour on the bus, trying our darndest not to make an embarassment of ourselves as we both slept like logs on the bus. And we didn't have to go our separate ways at night. This time it was a smooth ride home and we got to sleep on our big comfy bed, together.

I'll Drive You ..... UP THE WALL!!!

Even more often than the question of "Are you pregnant yet?" the question I have had to face most is "Why u don't want to learn driving?" Everytime I hear that question the alarm bells in my head start ringing. If I happen to be in a good mood I'd answer with a congenial "Oh I prefer to be driven instead of driving. After all, everywhere I go my husband sends and fetches me. :)" Or if I'm in a foul mood I'd go, "Why? You planning to buy me a car is it?" (with the accompanying slight edge to my voice and a menacing glare tsk..tsk..tsk)

Usually that does the trick and shuts people up but there are some who has not had a taste of my venomous spit or who thinks they are immune to it. These category of people will go on and say things like "So wasted. If not, when your hubby is not around you can drive his car. Then what about emergencies?" UUURRGGH!!! SPIT!! SPIT!!! Dun u think that if I wanted to drive I'd have taken the test a long time ago. Perhaps when I turned 18??? Or did the person think I was ignorant of the fact and that I needed him/her to remind me that I should drive and then zoom the next day I will go register??? What the !@#$??? (I'd normally swear here but I dun want to spoil the demure and dainty image you have of me!!! HAHA)

I don't think I was designed to drive. Apart from always wanting to step Datin ie: having somebody send and fetch anywhere I go. I personally think driving would be stressful. What with having to know the route of where you are going, constantly being on the lookout for cars around you, which roads are having ERP at what time and how much. etc. etc. And parking is a major headache. Everywhere here parking is exorbitantly overpriced. And the price of petrol looks set to increase and keep on increasing. And since I work in town, season parking + ERP + Petrol + Jam = OH SO NOT WORTH IT!!! (Yes I'm aware that The Don sending and fetching me from work also entails all the above except parking but thats from his pocket so it doesn't count!)

And in cases of emergencies, for God's sake, did they think we live in the middle of the Amazon Jungle? Is it so inconceivable that there are those things on the roads that looks like cars but slightly more colourful with the toncit on top. They have different names but all respond obediently to the sight of a outstretched female arm. Especially one laden with shopping bags. They will drive across 3 lanes and cause a slew of horns and middle-finger gestures from other drivers to come to a screeching heel. Other arms have said to have had varying fates. And pray do tell me, if I were really in an emergency why would I wanna drive anyway? Since even in the right frame of mind I feel driving can be a chore. What less when I'm panicky and in a hurry ?

Sure driving has its perks. But having a husband who drives and willing to play ferry covers all the perks for me minus all the hassle. It'd be a different story if my husband travels for work a lot and leaves the car sitting collecting dust a lot. But we always travel together. So unless he decides to switch jobs and begin travelling, I dun think I need to learn driving soon.

Besides, if u didn't already know it. I'm a klutz. Multi-tasking is something that doesn't exist in my vocabulary. I can be a bimbo at times, (hence my nickname given by The Don) the way I confuse my lefts and my rights and points to PIE (Jurong) to my uncle who wants to go to Eunos. I have completely no sense of direction and I have a 2-second concentration span. If I were driving my girlfriends, for eg, I won't be surprised if I momentarily forget I was driving and actually turn my head around to join in a gossip on the back seat. Friends who know me well know that asking me to drive is like asking me to go commit kamikaze. Either I will end up seriously injured or I'd be eaten alive by The Don for crashing his car. So I think its best to stick to the things I do well and leave the driving to the people who actually can.

In any case if I were to drive, this would probably happen to The Don's car.

Michaelengelo built me a statue???? - I wish

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Shsuya!

1. The eye of an ostrich is bigger than shsuya!
2. Research indicates that shsuya will be attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas.
3. During the reign of Peter the Great, any Russian nobleman who chose to wear shsuya had to pay a special shsuya tax.
4. Michelangelo finished his great statue of shsuya in 1504, after eighteen months work.
5. Shsuya invented the wheel in the fourth millennium BC.
6. Bees visit over three million flowers to make a single kilogram of shsuya.
7. Without shsuya, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand.
8. The patron saint of shsuya is Saint Eugenie.
9. Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are shsuya.
10. California is the biggest exporter of shsuya in the world!

I am interested in - do tell me aboutherhimitthem

Going Dutch??

I was very amused reading Life's article on Sat "Are Singapore Women Cheapskates?" Apparently one expat complained in an online forum that Sg women always expect the men to pay on dates and do not even offer to go Dutch, much less offer to pay.

One lady interviewed said - 'Its an Asian concept. The idea of the men being the sole breadwinner. Besides if he can't even pay for this meal, how do you know he is capable of supporting you the rest of your life?' - I think it made a lot of sense. But of course you shouldn't take advantage either.

The whole episode got me thinking about my courting days with The Don. On the first few dates, I remember us constantly bickering whenever it was time to pay the bill. He, being the gentleman he has always been, insisted on paying but I, too, wanted to show that I was independent and capable of paying. When we were at fast food retaurants, we would inadvertently confuse the helpless counter staff who didn't know from whose outstretched hand to take money from. (my observations: they would usually take from him even though my hand could be nearer) The Don wouldn't hear of going Dutch. I remember him looking slightly offended when I suggested.

Such that by the 10th date, I think, I stopped offering to pay. From henceforth, up to today I always let him pick up the tab. If and when I wanna get something for him, I will do it on my own time and give to him as a present or specifically tell him eg. "today is my treat"

I have been spoilt, I know. But that doesn't mean that I totally disagree with the idea of the lady paying. Once you are in a comfortable relationship, and the need to impress is not so urgent, perhaps the guy should take the backseat and allow the lady to pay if she offers. Or better yet, go by the principle of the person who asks the other out should rightly foot the bill, regardless of gender. But I draw the line and I mean absolutely, when the guy takes advantage of the lady and actually ASKS the lady to foot the bill not once or twice but habitually. (you'll be surprised such things do happen) I think it's ungentlemanly, ungracious and downright uncouth. After all it can't be that the guy is always broke right? Well if he were then he needs to start spending within his limit and or else send him for financial management classes. Not sponge off the girlfriend. Besides, according to the lady interviewed, the lady will most probably end up supporting him their whole life, if they were to stay together. I think it's equally silly of the lady to allow such things to happen. If I were the lady in question, I'd certainly give the guy a kick in the ass and say SAYONARA.

So back to the question of Singaporean women being cheapskates. Well... I'd say u can't generalise. Perhaps the expat had a bad experience or the girls he met were out to suck him dry. And I'm sure there are girls who are cheapkates and looking for a free meal but while there may be a handful of such women, my guess is there are a lot more men who are the same.

The Chameleon

Did u catch the Grammy's? And did u catch the opening act by Madonna? Oh my gawd!!! My jaws literally dropped looking at her gyrating and jumping around like that. She's 47 for god's sake!!! I didn't see a single saggy skin on her. Of course you could argue that she has been under the knife and I dun deny that but the energy she has is like a 17 year old!!!

Madonna has always been my favourite artist. I dun always fancy everything she does eg the "Sex" book but I've always been amazed at the way she re-invents herself every single time. And she knows how to wiggle her way into the limelight, whenever interest in her seems to be waning, whether good publicity or otherwise. Apparently, most of the news we read about her is engineered. Yes, even the rumoured spat between she and Mariah Carey about who should perfom the opening act during this year's Grammy's. Brilliant dun u think?

Anyhow, for the benefit of my Malaysian friends who dod not get to catch Madonna's Grammy opening act, click below to see what you missed.

It is just me or are the days really moving slower now. Its a big dread waiting for Monday to become Friday. The day just moves very very slowly. I saw a chance to escape when I realised there was a property completion on Friday afternoon and lazy me instantly volunteered my services. hehe Even half an hour headstart into the weekend is a great relief.

The Don and I came home at the stroke of midnight yesterday just in time to catch the repeat repeat of American Idol audition on StarWorld (for me, he hates it) For the very first time, a contestant actually stood up to Simon's insults and insulted him right back. In his face. Way to go man!!!! Usually the contestants just stand there meekly and accept whatever he throws at them and then choose to create a ruckus outside. But this guy (who sang a horrendous version of Cher's "Believe") stood up to him when Simon said he sounded like a woman and that he might as well wear a dress. He told Simon in no uncertain terms that he refuses to accept his insults and wishes to walk out of the room with his dignity intact regardless of making it to Hollywood or not. (obviously I can't remember his exact words. somebody help me recall!!) I have never felt like giving a standing ovation to somebody on TV before but last night, I almost did. Yeah!!!

PS: Ok ok a quick search gave me the exact words said courtesy of SmarmyCarny.com
Kenneth Maccarone #12709 - Kenneth's song was "Believe" by Cher. Not only did he sing "Believe," but he basically did a Cher impersonation. As soon as named his song and started singing, Simon dropped his head, Paula started giggling, and Randy started chuckling. After singing, he also mentioned that he could do Judy Garland as well. Simon, as with any men singing in a woman's voice, suggested the female impersonation profession, to which Kenneth said, "Absolutely not." Kenneth doesn't mind singing like Cher in front of millions of people, but refuses to cross-dress. Simon told him that he had two choices: "Sound like a female, look like a man or sound like a female and dress like a female." Kenneth argued that Cher didn't have a female voice. "Well, Simon, if we're going based on what people do and what people say, then why aren't you on the backside of a pair of jeans?" Paula, hiding behind her hands, gave a subtle thumbs-up, and Randy clapped and said "Woah! Very good!" Finally, they voted and Simon declared, "Cher, you are not going to Hollywood."

Freedom of Speech?? here's Freedom of Choice!!!"

A LIST OF DANISH PRODUCTS
Food:
Brands
Rosenborg
Lurpak
Dofino
Denmark's Finest
Mediterra

Danish Crown (meat)
Lurmaerket Butter
Danish Bacon
Thor Fish
Danisco Food

Candy:
Toms (chocolate)
LAgermann
Galle & Jessen
Ingeborgs Chocolate

Beverages:
Tuborg Beer
Carlsberg Beer
Aalborg Aquavit (snaps)
Gevalia (Coffees, Teas)

Medicine:
Novo

Audio Equipment/Home Theater
(Theatre for those across the Pond):
B&O (Bang & Olufsen)
Cilo
Eltax
Tangent

Cigarettes:
Prince (Do not start smoking because of this fire!)

Clothings:
H2O
Hummel
Per Reumert

Shoes:
Ecco (USA Site)
Jaco


Toys:
Brio (toys)
Lego (toys)
Danish Design:
B & G Porcelain
Georg Jensen
HTH- kitchen
Morsoe (Fireplaces)
PH-lamps
Pipes
Raadvad (knives etc.)
Royal Copenhagen
Royal Danish Porcelain
Skagen (Watches)
Stelton
Trip Trap
Vesta (Windmills)

Other:
Watco Danish Furniture Oil
Danish Yarn

If you have no idea what in the world this entry is about, pls click the links below:

Danes Face Boycott Over Cartoons Row

Wikipedia's article about the Cartoon Fury,

Why are Muslims so angry over a cartoon?

PS: Danish products have barcodes that begin with 57 so LOOK OUT for them.

Her Day

She means the world to me, if you didn't already know. So this year when she said she needed a bag, I brought her to Takashimaya and asked her to choose. And she chose this shiny Bonia.



And since she didn't own any wearable brown shoes to go with her new bag, I asked her to choose one too


The dutiful son-in-law has agreed to buy his mommy-in-law an entertaimnet system so that she can relax in the privacy of her own room. He has yet to get it. Meanwhile, he surprised her with a delicious mouth-watering fruit flan


HAPPY BIRTHDAY UMI

Zonked Out The recent CNY holidays, we played host to my uncle & family + my cousins and family. Its been a while since they came to SG and since my sister was also having the cukur jambul ceremony for Nur on the Monday of the long hols, it made perfect sense. And just like all the other ocassions when my family congregate, sleep is the last thing on our minds. We stay up through the nights yakking like there's no tomorrow. Through constant supply of Nescafe and sheesha for the guys, almost every night, we all stumble into bed in sleep stupor earliest at 4.30am - every single night. Oh except this one night when we brought them to Mustafa Ctr at midnight and my aunt, my cousin and I marathon-shopped the night away till 5am. Needless to say, the sun was up and shining by the time we fell into bed. By the time they left on Wednesday, you could say The Don and I were completely zonked out. Our eye-bags were the size of luggage bound for Hajj and we both had such bloodshot eyes, the veins in our eyes probably popped out. We were so zombified that on Wednesday night as we prepared for bed, I brushed my teeth with my facial cleanser and didn't even realise it untill I finished and realised the cap I was holding in my hand didn't fit the toothpaste tube. Dang!! But we were also deliriously happy. It was great to have them at our place and we had a helleva good time. If they were to call to say they were coming again this weekend, we'd say YES in a heartbeat. No doubt about that.

The recent CNY holidays, we played host to my uncle & family + my cousins and family. Its been a while since they came to SG and since my sister was also having the cukur jambul ceremony for Nur on the Monday of the long hols, it made perfect sense. And just like all the other ocassions when my family congregate, sleep is the last thing on our minds. We stay up through the nights yakking like there's no tomorrow. Through constant supply of Nescafe and sheesha for the guys, almost every night, we all stumble into bed in sleep stupor earliest at 4.30am - every single night. Oh except this one night when we brought them to Mustafa Ctr at midnight and my aunt, my cousin and I marathon-shopped the night away till 5am. Needless to say, the sun was up and shining by the time we fell into bed.

By the time they left on Wednesday, you could say The Don and I were completely zonked out. Our eye-bags were the size of luggage bound for Hajj and we both had such bloodshot eyes, the veins in our eyes probably popped out. We were so zombified that on Wednesday night as we prepared for bed, I brushed my teeth with my facial cleanser and didn't even realise it untill I finished and realised the cap I was holding in my hand didn't fit the toothpaste tube. Dang!!


But we were also deliriously happy. It was great to have them at our place and we had a helleva good time. If they were to call to say they were coming again this weekend, we'd say YES in a heartbeat. No doubt about that.

Presenting The Princess.........

Nur Sakinah Binte Affendi


This was taken a few minutes after she was born as soon as she was brought to my sister.


She looks discomfited probably by the constant flash.


Look at that big wail. I think she wants to sleep and is asking the photographer to get lost.