<?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-1480552678567803777</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:45:21.548-07:00</updated><category term='name'/><category term='My progress'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='The firsts'/><category term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>All about me~Sofeah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-9092804113291794404</id><published>2011-03-25T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:55:35.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>The meaning of my name</title><content type='html'>My name is Nur alya Sofeah (cahaya kelembutan nan tinggi). This is all about me from the day I was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-9092804113291794404?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/9092804113291794404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=9092804113291794404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/9092804113291794404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/9092804113291794404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2011/03/meaning-of-my-name.html' title='The meaning of my name'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-8514932977765591554</id><published>2010-11-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:17:48.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>Tiap-tiap pagi~</title><content type='html'>Tiap2 pagi saya mesti nak bawa  stuffed animals saya ke school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yang wajib saya bawa ialah bear putih(saya kidnap dari aunty ummi di rompin) dan baby(kadang2 yang chan bagi or yang oma bg) saya suka sgt baby doll. tapi saya panggil 'Baby' jer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIle sampai school je nanti cikgu sorok la mainan saya tu suapaya nanti tak berebut dgn kawan2. tapi time balik saya ingt tau mainan saya supaya tak tinggal kat school. kalau tinggal saya meraung la. tinggal dalam kete pon dah nangis macam kehilangan kucing tersayang ini kan tinggal kat school. heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-8514932977765591554?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8514932977765591554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=8514932977765591554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8514932977765591554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8514932977765591554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/11/tiap-tiap-pagi.html' title='Tiap-tiap pagi~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3263669227058958648</id><published>2010-10-13T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:20:49.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>Update tentang diri saya~</title><content type='html'>Sekarang saya suka bangun tengah2 malam mintak air. Haus la tekak ni, panas betul malam2. tak tahan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tak suka pergi school. Bosan la. Takda activity. Kalau duduk rumah macam2 saya boleh buat dengan bebas. Terpaksa la ummi dan ayah kemas. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummi dan ayah tak boleh tinggalkan saya dimana2 sebab saya akan mula mencari jika tidak nampk mereka depan mata. Jangan main-main, kalau saya menjerit satu Malaysia boleh gegar tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya dah pandai letak barang di tempat asal saya ambil. Jika saya ambil sikat dalam laci maka selepas sikat rambut saya dan ummi saya akan letak balik dalam laci tu. Snenag, nanti takde la ummi tercari2 barang tu kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apabila saya lihat ayah dan ummi bersiap2 solat saya pon mencapai telekung saya dan suruh ummi pakaikan. Saya akan berdiri disebelah ummi (sekejap je lepas tu saya lari sana sini..hehe tp telekung saya sangkut balik kat tempat asal tau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummi selalu suruh saya usap2 perut ummi dan cakap kat perut tapi saya tak faham kenapa. slelau cakap benda sama. "ni adik fea", "fea dah jadi kakak" dan macam2 lagi la. Ayah pon cakap dengan perut ummi, memang sangat pelik.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya ada naughty side jugak..heh..saya tidak tahu kenapa saya suka tumpahkan makanan dan air atas lantai. Selamba je saya curah walaupun ummi atau ayah tengah memerhatikan saya. Rasa macam tak buat salah. Tapi kalau ayah bagi kain dan suruh lap saya patuhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummi selalu puji saya, Good girl, clever girl, anak ummi comel, pandainya sofeah ni dah kata-kata pujian lain yang membuatkan saya senang hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terima kasih kerana membaca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3263669227058958648?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3263669227058958648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3263669227058958648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3263669227058958648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3263669227058958648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/10/update-tentang-diri-saya.html' title='Update tentang diri saya~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-1238171867611475259</id><published>2010-09-23T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:50:21.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>2nd Birthday Next Month~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TJxKDWa1bVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ubLrpIDqeWM/s1600/2nd+bday+kek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TJxKDWa1bVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ubLrpIDqeWM/s320/2nd+bday+kek.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520368664667581778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! my second birthday next month&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what ummi and ayah will surprise me with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just can't wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-1238171867611475259?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1238171867611475259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=1238171867611475259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1238171867611475259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1238171867611475259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/09/2nd-birthday-next-month.html' title='2nd Birthday Next Month~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TJxKDWa1bVI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ubLrpIDqeWM/s72-c/2nd+bday+kek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-4916288511429857516</id><published>2010-06-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:31:12.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>At 19 month old becoming 20~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TBgaa-ZeL0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/n-w3MHbseZo/s1600/IMG_2717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TBgaa-ZeL0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/n-w3MHbseZo/s320/IMG_2717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483161597052333890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should be able to do all of these at 19 month old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" height="367" width="100%" color="#111111" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19" bg="" colspan="2" color="#000080" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="bodyclass" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Month 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="285" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most toddlers should be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Feed self with spoon and fork - yes, I love eating on my own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Run well - good at this as well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Brush teeth with help - I don't like this part&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;String more words together to make phrases or puts together pairs of words - not yet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some toddlers will probably be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Know when something is wrong - I would say "o'oohhh"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Say 20 to 50 words - Didn't count. i think it's less than that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Form recognizable sentences (two or three words) - does "Ayah, nak" counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Take off clothes - sure can especially my diaper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some toddlers could possibly be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;May show signs of bladder control - I did cross my legs and twitch a bit &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Brush teeth and washes hands without help - still need ummi's help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Draw better circles and straighter lines - still scribbling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Name several part of his or her body - i know where my nose, mounth, hands are but I can't say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;By next month I should be able to do all these:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" height="367" width="100%" color="#111111" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19" bg="" colspan="2" color="#000080" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-right-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); border-left-color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="bodyclass" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="13px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Month 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most toddlers should be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Take off clothes without help&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Pretend to help toys; imitates, such as feeding a doll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Know when something is wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Run well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some toddlers will probably be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Say 20 to 50 words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Start to learn words, possible 5 or more per day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Enjoy helping with things around the house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Start setting small goals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some toddlers could possibly be able to . . .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Show better signs of bladder control&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Walk up and possible down stairs with some assistance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" height="367" width="100%"  style="border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" border height="367" width="100%" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" height="367" width="100%"  style="border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;ul style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;li style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" height="367" width="100%"  style="border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; color:#111111;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="1" bordercolor="#111111" height="367" width="100%" style="border-collapse: collapse; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;td height="19" colspan="2" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;ul style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;li style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Start to learn up to 10 new words per day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next question is When do I start potty training? hehe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodyclass" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Owh, I copied and pasted these info from http://www.thenewparentsguide.com you can go and check it out~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-4916288511429857516?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4916288511429857516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=4916288511429857516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4916288511429857516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4916288511429857516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-19-month-old-becoming-20.html' title='At 19 month old becoming 20~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/TBgaa-ZeL0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/n-w3MHbseZo/s72-c/IMG_2717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-7629691469147613732</id><published>2010-01-16T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:10:24.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>My habits~</title><content type='html'>My habits are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) selongkar wallet ayah and ummi to search for coins, when I have a lot I will point to ummi my piggy bank(actually shaped like a bear). I will slot the coins one by one and after each coin i will clap for myself. If tak jumpe coins saya akan ambil duit colour merah dan biru. colour merah saya paling suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cikgu ajar sebelum makan/mamam bace doa dulu. So kalau nk mkn sure saya tadah tangan dan amin baru la boleh makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Saya suka makan sendiri sekarang ni. kalau time makan ummi kene letak makanan dalam mangkuk dan bagi saya satu sudu untuk pegang. tapi saya tak reti nk suap siri sendiri lagi. so ummi kene ambil lagi satu sude untuk suapkan saya makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Kalau saya nampak ummi pakai tudung, saya terus akan ambil shoes saya. saya tau ummi nk pi jalan2. mane boleh tinggalkan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Kalau dalam kereta saya mesti dok dalam car seat. Kadang kala saya protes jugak tapi ummi buat pekak saja. huu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Kalau fea batuk jer, fea tau kene tutup mulut..hehe..rayah ajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Kalau main sepah2, fea akan kemas balik...masukkan sume barang dalam blue box fea..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu saja ye...saya mahu tidur~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-7629691469147613732?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7629691469147613732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=7629691469147613732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7629691469147613732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7629691469147613732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-habits.html' title='My habits~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3237952928682844178</id><published>2010-01-16T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:41:53.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>Back dated entry~ my birthday`</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HQBaUuymI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DlgwcgClvoE/s1600-h/fea4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HQBaUuymI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DlgwcgClvoE/s320/fea4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427347748622879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As promised last year I wanted to tell you about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Everything went well at first, ummi and ayah took halfday leave and straight away went to my nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) I celebrated my birthday with my friends at the nursery first. They all loved the party packs ummi had prepared for them. The party packs includes Mickey and Minnie Mouse goody bag, party hat, blower and some chocs and stuff.     You know all the junk food..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HNtMpSHnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hSEMdVW45Uw/s1600-h/fea3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HNtMpSHnI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hSEMdVW45Uw/s320/fea3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427345202330345074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my pressies: cat (thank you chan), hairband (thank you oma), behind; my walker(thank you papa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HOJ8OlG1I/AAAAAAAAAco/1sLjiYGoeMk/s1600-h/fea2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HOJ8OlG1I/AAAAAAAAAco/1sLjiYGoeMk/s320/fea2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427345696139582290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching papa put my walker together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3) Afterwards we went to subang parade to get my cake. Evrything went wrong after this event. the cake arrived late and on our back home the traffic was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HPwx-6U8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/xitO-hzaEEo/s1600-h/fea5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HPwx-6U8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/xitO-hzaEEo/s320/fea5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427347462916035522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) When we arrived home the electricity was off so we celebrated my birthday in the dark. first it was fun but later not so fun as it was getting warmer and I was sweating and irritated with the situation so I cried a lot. Ayah took  photos in the dark but the quality is poor so I shall not upload it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HN6Hjng4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/YSR6JQJmjOE/s1600-h/fea1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HN6Hjng4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/YSR6JQJmjOE/s320/fea1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427345424302703490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) You must be wondering why there isn't much photo of my birthday. It is because as soon as the light came on again. Ayah just realised all the pictures he took of me and my friends had vanished somehow (I was really dissapointed as I want to show the pictures to my friends). Ayah said there are some problem with the memory card somehow. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the story of my birthday. I hope it will be better this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still happy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3237952928682844178?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3237952928682844178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3237952928682844178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3237952928682844178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3237952928682844178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-dated-entry-my-birthday.html' title='Back dated entry~ my birthday`'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/S1HQBaUuymI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DlgwcgClvoE/s72-c/fea4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-6160370215998688372</id><published>2009-10-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:16:58.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>Today's my birthday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Suqf8WroJfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZS1mDHGEK1w/s1600-h/bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Suqf8WroJfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZS1mDHGEK1w/s320/bday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398302962586494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my First Birthday TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to celebrate it at the nursery. Will update later ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-6160370215998688372?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6160370215998688372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=6160370215998688372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6160370215998688372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6160370215998688372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-my-birthday.html' title='Today&apos;s my birthday~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Suqf8WroJfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZS1mDHGEK1w/s72-c/bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3953068327897058071</id><published>2009-10-27T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:13:32.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>Cerita fea kat nusery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cerita Satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ummi nak tau ape fea buat hari ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die buat ape kak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fea dok kat pagar bilik tue jer dan jerit2 nak keluar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia nk duduk kat luar dengan budak2 besar. agaknya bosan kot dok kat bilik ni denga baby2 lain ni. iye lah dia sorg jer pandai jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha tu la..badan kecik tapi sibok nak bergaul dengan org besar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cikgu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akak takut jugak nak keluarkan dia, nanti karang budak2 besar ni buli dia. nak dekat time balik ni la akak keluarkan. kesian pulak tgk die nangis2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;macam2 la sofeah ni..ade2 je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; patut la mate merah..nangis ye tadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cerita Dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ummi, ummi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha, nape kak? fea buat ape kali ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak tau ape fea buat kat skool arini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh? fea buat ape?(muka confius??? ape pulak die buat kali ni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sofea gigit tangan adawiyah(kwn sebaya fea, tua beberapa bulan dari fea tp xreti jalan lagi)...adawiyah tu kan lembik sket so menangis je la dia mampu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh! ye ke...haish fea ni...kesian adawiyah tu...nape buat macam tu? ummi btau ayah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semalam die gigit jugak! die gigik kaki adawiyah, berebutkan mainan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huh? fea nape buat macam tu? nanti ummi babab...aiyyyooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dari mane eh die belajar gigit org ni? akak pon xtau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ish fea ni...pandai pulak buli org..tue la fea ni kedekut sket la kak..die xreti nk share barang ni...aritu ade anak kwn sy nk main mainan fea lepas tue die rampas mainan tu terus  pi sorok kat bilik. bukan die nk main pon .pandai betul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cikgu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owh ye ke? ha ok la fea. fea balik jgn gigit2 lagi tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fea say bye2 to cikgu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tue kan abis fea kene bebel ngn ummi...dari nursery sampai rumah..ummi tau fea tak paham tp ummi tetap nk bebel jgk walaupun fea senyum2 jer...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha itulah kisah fea kat nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf ye xde gambar..ummi mls nk amek..heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3953068327897058071?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3953068327897058071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3953068327897058071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3953068327897058071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3953068327897058071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/10/cerita-fea-kat-nusery.html' title='Cerita fea kat nusery'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-8474616754113413627</id><published>2009-09-10T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:57:49.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>Fea busy dengan ape?</title><content type='html'>Hi kawan2, lama kan fea ni tak menulis. Sebenarnya fea sibuk sangat sekarang. Kawan2 nak tau fea sibuk dengan ape? Ha, fea sibok belajar la. Mula2 sibuk belajar merangkak laju2 kemudian sibok belajar bejalan pulak. Sekarang kalau nak jalan kene pegang2 benda kat sekeliling dan apa2 saja la boleh dicapai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang fea dah faham sikit2 ape ummi atau ayah suruh fea buat. Kalau time mamam(makan) fea tau fea kene duduk dulu baru ayah suap makanan tapi lepas makanan dah ade dalam mulut fea terus bangun.kihkihkih. Kalau ada music kat TV ke kat mane2 sure fea menari punya. Fea suka music. Ayah kate jiwa fea jiwa berseni tapi xpaham la pe maksud ayah tu. Abaikan je la. Kate nak suruh fea jadi saintis tibe2 seni palak. contra betul. Fea suke main kejar2 dengan ayah jugak kadang. Disebabkan fea xboleh berlari lagi fea merangkak la laju2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh Fea ade satu cerita. Ade satu masa tu time fea nak tido, ummi merah2 fea sebab tanak tido (ish kurang sabar betul la ummi ni) so fea pon merajuk terus fea pi kat ayah peluk ayah. Ayah pon pujuk la fea. Lepas tue ummi buat taktau jer. Tiba-tiba fea rase bersalah balik so fea pi la kat ummi balik. Tepuk2 belakang ummi. Fea nk pujuk balik ummi la sebab fea nakal sikit tadi.huu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fea takde banyak benda la nak cerita. Kat bawah ni gambar fea jalan ~Tadaaaa~ (tapi kene pegang tangan ummi la) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sq5ZpghmclI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nTFJb1Is2ss/s1600-h/runway+shoot+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sq5ZpghmclI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nTFJb1Is2ss/s400/runway+shoot+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381337174394696274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-8474616754113413627?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8474616754113413627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=8474616754113413627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8474616754113413627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8474616754113413627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/09/fea-busy-dengan-ape.html' title='Fea busy dengan ape?'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sq5ZpghmclI/AAAAAAAAAbk/nTFJb1Is2ss/s72-c/runway+shoot+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3446437565852056358</id><published>2009-07-13T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:31:55.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>My frist day at the Nursery~</title><content type='html'>This is last weeks story, wait a minute, it's the week before's story. I've written everything nicely on a piece of paper for ummi to type but she was busy with her work then. So now she has the time to type she will tell about my first and second day at the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi and Ayah started sending me to nursery because I'm old enough to mingle around and meet new babies. I want my own set of friends plus nanny can no longer take care of me because I crawl and I like to climb anything so it's tiring for nanny to chase me all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,  on my first day at the nursery. When we arrived I was not in tears as I was not aware of whats going on. So Ummi just passed me to another lady (whom i thought was just a random stranger wanting to pick me up because I'm too adorable) after that ummi and ayah was not in sight. I started searching for them. I searched the room where I was put down by the lady(who now I call cikgu) but no ummi and ayah. There were only babies around my age or maybe older than I am. I started to cry and all the other babies joined me. I was sad. This place is so unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ummi came, I stood and leaned against the glass door, patiently waiting for my turn to go home. Some of my friends had gone home already. Everytime the glass door is open to make way or other babies to go home I would poke my head out the doors and tried to wiggle myself out but cikgu will always pick me up and put me back inside, behind the glass door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a lot on my first day. When ummi finally came to pick me up my eyes were really sore. It was red. Ummi picked me up and tried cheer me up because I was sulking. I didn't want to look at ummi or ayah's face. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can tell. After that I can't remember because my long term memory hasn't developed yet..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3446437565852056358?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3446437565852056358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3446437565852056358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3446437565852056358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3446437565852056358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-frist-day-at-nursery.html' title='My frist day at the Nursery~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-4788598497672615247</id><published>2009-06-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:41:57.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>Uu~OoOhH</title><content type='html'>Fea ade masalah sikit la kengkawan. Meh Fea cite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawan-kawan perasan tak Fea ada rambut seciput jer atas kepala. ha, itu la masalahnye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut Fea ni tanak tumbuh pulak. Merajuk dengan Fea ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambut oh rambut, kuar la. Fea jelous tau tengok rambut baby yang lain. Semuanye lebat-lebat saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah kate takpe la rambut Fea sejemput je. 'Comei je anak ayah ni' ade ke cakap macam tu. Fea nk rambut lebat2 jugak. Oleh sebab itu fea geram tengok rambut ayah dan ummi. Klo Fea dekat je dengan kepala ummi atau ayah, Fea tarik kekuat dengan harapan rambut Fea akan tumbuh juga. Hehe, Fea tau takde kene mengena. Saja je Fea suka tarik dan letak dalam mulut Fea. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la itu jer Fea nak cite. Fea nk pi berlatih berjalan pulak ni. Bosan la merangkak jer. Sakit lutut la. Fea tanak lutut Fea hitam macam lutut ayah tu.hikhik...jgn marah ye ayah. Father's day nk dekat dah ni. Fea kiss jer ayah boleh? Fea tak mampu la nk bagi adiah mahal-mahal..hee Fea nk Ucapkan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Father's Day Ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sjs-dyKK5CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vwP5CEzC4pI/s1600-h/ayh%26izzah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sjs-dyKK5CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vwP5CEzC4pI/s400/ayh%26izzah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348937663834154018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ha tgk tue, ayah angkat Izzah, Izzah lebat betul rambut die. Die sebaya dengan Fea tau kengkawan. Dia tua 6 bulan jer dari Fea. Takde la jauh sangat kan.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sjs-drGMk2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/XpDs05YrWWw/s1600-h/feanummi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sjs-drGMk2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/XpDs05YrWWw/s400/feanummi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348937661938439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ni gambo Fea dengan Ummi. Nampak tak rambut Fea yang ciput tu. segan betul.Fea tengah tengok clown tengah buat silap mata. Terror betul la dia. Tiba-tiba jer muncul burung merpati. Fuuyyyooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-4788598497672615247?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4788598497672615247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=4788598497672615247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4788598497672615247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4788598497672615247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/06/uuooohh.html' title='Uu~OoOhH'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sjs-dyKK5CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vwP5CEzC4pI/s72-c/ayh%26izzah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-1025670614722340935</id><published>2009-06-12T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:41:34.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me~ waving goodbye</title><content type='html'>I can now wave goodbye to anyone who is leaving but i don't wave if I'm the one leaving especially if ummi is wearing her tudung. I know from that instant that we are going out and no way am i going to stay back. want to see me wave? here it is...Its actually the first time I waved, papito took the video. Everyone was soo surprised. Ayah was really amazed. Gob smacked I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4813d01624899592" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4813d01624899592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331195633%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D555F391C28C0C8160C7DA808FBC5B9F13C4696DC.5C77694510824E2C6BD16EA05482EE710E758291%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4813d01624899592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEOs04aCuFjBsfuhV7PI782o5j9Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4813d01624899592%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331195633%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D555F391C28C0C8160C7DA808FBC5B9F13C4696DC.5C77694510824E2C6BD16EA05482EE710E758291%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4813d01624899592%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEOs04aCuFjBsfuhV7PI782o5j9Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-1025670614722340935?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4813d01624899592&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1025670614722340935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=1025670614722340935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1025670614722340935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1025670614722340935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-waving-goodbye.html' title='Me~ waving goodbye'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-2629628708877988324</id><published>2009-06-04T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:21:42.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>I can crawl..here I come..</title><content type='html'>It was just a week ago that I tried to lift my bum off the floor - trying to crawl  - and every time I do, my arms and legs would tremble, unable to hold my body weight. They weren't strong yet back then. This was last week's story. Earlier this week I'm already crawling, not only that, I can now pull myself up and stand up but then I'll come tumbling down afterward and scream on top off my lungs. I crawl very fast. I love moving around on my own without using the walker. I can turn and go anywhere but my parents of course put boundaries so I don't fall down the bed or go out into the balcony on my own. Ummi will restrict me from going into the kitchen. God knows what's in the kitchen. I don't understand why she does not allow me to crawl there.  I don't like to crawl there anyways. So I'm not missing anything I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of me crawling (my father wants them to look like movie pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACKlt-jI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xl2jxKSLgE4/s1600-h/6.6.09+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACKlt-jI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xl2jxKSLgE4/s320/6.6.09+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224682519165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACdkZ6jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eJUQPe_k738/s1600-h/6.6.09+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACdkZ6jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/eJUQPe_k738/s320/6.6.09+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224687613930034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqAjRlLa_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jLIiCFKUXTA/s1600-h/6.6.09+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqAjRlLa_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jLIiCFKUXTA/s320/6.6.09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344225251331632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACSIpbmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kGnnBlUEQV4/s1600-h/6.6.09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACSIpbmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/kGnnBlUEQV4/s320/6.6.09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224684544716386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACehOBVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rzCgxuZOiuo/s1600-h/6.6.09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACehOBVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/rzCgxuZOiuo/s320/6.6.09+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224687869003090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACwXIOoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qr5misj2ViQ/s1600-h/6.6.09+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACwXIOoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qr5misj2ViQ/s320/6.6.09+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344224692658518658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqAjsDUp_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/erq_FYTd8sY/s1600-h/6.6.09+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqAjsDUp_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/erq_FYTd8sY/s320/6.6.09+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344225258437388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa~ I'm here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-2629628708877988324?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2629628708877988324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=2629628708877988324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2629628708877988324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2629628708877988324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-crawlhere-i-come.html' title='I can crawl..here I come..'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SiqACKlt-jI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xl2jxKSLgE4/s72-c/6.6.09+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-649587186705624878</id><published>2009-05-21T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:05:51.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>Sitting down on my own..Tadaa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcSWTtLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2geiqdtcBss/s1600-h/fea1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcSWTtLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2geiqdtcBss/s320/fea1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339047531023414450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I can now sit on the floor unsupported. That's a big achievement for me. I no longer depend on  bumbo. Yeah. I love it. Look at these pictures. I'm so happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcAo3jbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NByz5yP9fbk/s1600-h/2.5.2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcAo3jbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NByz5yP9fbk/s320/2.5.2009+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339047526269423026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgcGevhI-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FXfHdEvCs44/s1600-h/fea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgcGevhI-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/FXfHdEvCs44/s320/fea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339048255904883682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcL5_UrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mkLTophH2A4/s1600-h/2.5.2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcL5_UrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mkLTophH2A4/s320/2.5.2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339047529294025394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started learning to crawl a week ago. It's not easy OK. First I have to learn how to pick up my heavy bum together with the diaper then with all my might I have to pull up my knees. Sometimes I can stay like that for a while and at other times I'll fall down n bump my head against the floor. When this happens I'll scream on top off my lungs. It really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I still have not mastered crawling yet but I can move around on my own. yippy. I don't have to beg other people to pick me up. yeay. want to know how i move around? I'll be on my tummy and i'll use my legs to kick the floor so I can move forward. owh and I wiggle as well at times and that is why Ayah always say I move like an inch worm. Ayah caught it on video. Here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-649587186705624878?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/649587186705624878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=649587186705624878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/649587186705624878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/649587186705624878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/05/sitting-down-on-my-owntadaa.html' title='Sitting down on my own..Tadaa~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/ShgbcSWTtLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2geiqdtcBss/s72-c/fea1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-6242977150378532040</id><published>2009-04-23T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:06:54.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>My First Solid Food</title><content type='html'>The last two nights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; and ayah cooked me my first meal. Yes, I'm finally ready for my first solid food. Want to know I stated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummi&lt;/span&gt; n ayah? it is because it took them ages to cook rice porridge for me. what could be so difficult I wonder. It's just rice and boil it with water. Because it took them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; long to cook my porridge taking turns to stir it, I nearly fell asleep but of course I could not sleep yet so I was in a cranky mood. When ayah came pick me up, I screamed on top of my lungs. I want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; was busy in the kitchen. She had to cook dinner for her and ayah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt; as mine. In the end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; had to carry me whilst ayah continue doing the cooking me n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; only watched. Knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; she still could not let ayah do it alone so she help a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously they both did not know how to cook plain rice porridge. It was a total disaster. They end up wasting a lot of rice.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mesti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;). Anyway, it turned out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; in the end. I ate a lot as well. I like it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ummi&lt;/span&gt; mixed the porridge with some breast milk. I liked it because of the milk so it did not taste horrible at all. I expected it to be like eating some lumpy weird tasting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ummi&lt;/span&gt; steamed some carrots for. It is much easier compared to cooking rice porridge. All she did was peel the carrots skin, slice it and chucked it in the rice cooker n left it to steam. Then she put it in the food chopper to make it like a puree. After that it's ready for me to eat. Tadaa~ owh and some of the left overs she put it in the fridge so I can eat it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures of me eating solid food. Nasty eh,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have full control of my tongue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1V21R34I/AAAAAAAAAYc/V0_NR0noKVM/s1600-h/fea3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1V21R34I/AAAAAAAAAYc/V0_NR0noKVM/s320/fea3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653795395166082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1V4hpLxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Nxb1baahrQg/s1600-h/fea2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1V4hpLxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Nxb1baahrQg/s320/fea2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653795849678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1Vr7cTAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/q3aY0gKw4So/s1600-h/2.5.2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1Vr7cTAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/q3aY0gKw4So/s320/2.5.2009+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653792468225026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha0wDwEYQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R57tjp9vEUg/s1600-h/2.5.2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha0wDwEYQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/R57tjp9vEUg/s320/2.5.2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653146027942146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-6242977150378532040?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6242977150378532040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=6242977150378532040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6242977150378532040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6242977150378532040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-solid-food_23.html' title='My First Solid Food'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sha1V21R34I/AAAAAAAAAYc/V0_NR0noKVM/s72-c/fea3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-8763851097993323068</id><published>2009-04-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:32:10.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>Fea nak masuk 6 bulan dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fea: Ummi, ummi, fea nk tulis dalam bM boleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi: Boleh, skali skala jer tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fea: Baiklah, Ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meh Fea nak cite meh,&lt;br /&gt;skang Fea dah pandai guling-guling sane sini. Ummi dan ayah takleh tinggalkan Fea sorang-sorang atas katil dah walaupun diorang block dengan bantal.Fea ade kaki yang kuat tau kawan-kawan. Fea tendang jer bantal tu. Bahaya tau tinggal Fea sensorg. Ummi ngan ayah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; tinggalkan fea macam tu lagi tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sekali tu Ummi dan ayah Solat. Ummi biar jer fea baring atas katil. Bese ummi letak dalam bumbo. Agaknye hari tu ummi malas nak amek bumbo kat ruang tamu kot. Semasa diorang solat, Fea merengek dan mengesot - esot sampai hujung katil kalau fea esot lagi skali jer sure fea dah jatuh katil.(nauzubillah). Nasib baik ummi ngan ayah dah abis solat dan perasan fea dah kat ujung katil. Ish ish ish, ummi ni tak belajar lagi ke dari kesilapan yang dulu. Time fea jatuh dari tilam fea tu. Lepas ummi beri salam ummi terus angkat fea dan duduk semule kat sejadah untuk bace doa. Fea suke dok atas ummi lepas solat dan berdoa dengan diorang. Ummi akan pegang tangan fea utk menadah bace doa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang Fea dah pandai angkat badan ye kawan-kawan. Tangan fea dah kuat woo. Tapi nak angkat bontot tak boleh lagi. Bontot berat sebab pakai diaper. Ummi, nanti Fea nak togel boleh? best sket. Laju jer Fea boleh gerak nanti. Kawan-kawan nak tgk Fea angkat badan? Rupa seperti biawak ataupon aligator kuar dari air..hehe. Nanti kite suruh ayah amekkan gamba ye. Ayah, bile nak beli camera. Boleh amek gambar Fea ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fea juga dah pandai coordinate tangan Fea. Dah boleh control gitu. Kalau barang besar Fea amek gune dua tangan. Kalau barang kecik jer Fea amek gune satu tangan je sudah la. Eceh, belagak pulak saya ni..hehe. Tapi betul, botol Fea pon Fea pegang sendiri tau. Ayah tak payah la sibok nak pegangkan. Fea ni budak cepat belajar tau! Ummi slalu cakap "clever girl" kat Fea tau~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fea pantang betul tengok ummi atau ayah minum gune cawan plastik tu. Fea mesti terkam nak cawan tu. Fea tau ade air, mane boleh ummi sorg je minum, fea pon nak jugak  tau. Kadang tinggal setitik ummi bagi la Fea minum tapi Fea tak minum pon Fea luih balik. Tak sedap la air tu. Fea suke Susuibu jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang saya dah ada walker. Ayah belikan. Ayah kesian kat nanny asyik kene dukung Fea je kan. Fea tak suke la nak baring lama-lama atas lantai. Bosan la. Playgym ayah belikan tue pon Fea dah bosan sebab tiap-tiap hari mengadap benda tue je. Ayah, beli la Fea mainan baru. Denagan walker tue merata Fea boleh pegi. Lagi senang tak payah nak suruh orang angkat. Buweek. Tapi ummi tak bagi saya dok lama-lama dalam walker sebab kalau boleh ummi nak fea berdikari sendiri. Orang kate secara natural gitu. Owh lupa pulak. Fea tak suka ade satu mainan kat walker fea tu. bunyi dia menakutkan. Bile ummi pusingkan benda tu fea rase seriau. Jantung berdegup kuat sgt lepas tu fea nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh hampir terlupa pulak. Next week ummi kata ummi nak bagi Fea makan dah. eeee..seronoknye. Kawan-kawan ada idea tak nak suruh ummi masak kan makanan ape untuk Fea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja dari Fea hari ni. Lain hari Fea tulis lagi ye kawan-kawan. Fea sayang kamu semua kerana sudi baca blog Fea ni. Terima kasih, terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;Jumpa lagi ye Kawan-kawan.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;ummi's note:&lt;br /&gt;~ mainan kat walker die tue mmg die takut betul. muka dia macam nampak hantu pulak. Nak suruh ayah record la nanti boleh la letak kat sini kan. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-8763851097993323068?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8763851097993323068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=8763851097993323068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8763851097993323068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8763851097993323068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/04/fea-nak-masuk-6-bulan-dah.html' title='Fea nak masuk 6 bulan dah'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-1292628824039769390</id><published>2009-03-16T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:57:37.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>Finally...my bumbo~</title><content type='html'>Last weekend ayah bought me a bumbo seat. At long last. Since I stay awake most of the time and I don't like to lay down. It's boring just to play with my playgym all the time so I'll scream and sometimes shout if no one picks me up. I like to stay upright most of the time as I can see what goes around me. So these are pictures of me showing off my bumbo. hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BaESZvYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_eK2r6vf33w/s1600-h/sofeah+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BaESZvYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_eK2r6vf33w/s320/sofeah+52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686157682916738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tada~..I can now sit up..yea..totally love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BYY3zFgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/FoLF3Ju3GbQ/s1600-h/sofeah+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BYY3zFgI/AAAAAAAAAUw/FoLF3Ju3GbQ/s320/sofeah+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686128848737794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey ayah, stop it..I'm trying to relax here..I'm watching the telly..move out of the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BZU1wuVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/e16QPIV9FTM/s1600-h/sofeah+46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BZU1wuVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/e16QPIV9FTM/s320/sofeah+46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686144946321746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh..There's my feet..love playing with them..wiggle..I've just discovered that it is part of my body..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BYzblCcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V_BgYGeOyvw/s1600-h/sofeah+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BYzblCcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/V_BgYGeOyvw/s320/sofeah+44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686135978133954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummi!..fea nk mandi la..nape letak kat bumbo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BZ66890I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ykTyC5bOPUM/s1600-h/sofeah+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BZ66890I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ykTyC5bOPUM/s320/sofeah+51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313686155168642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waaa~ get me out of here..I want to go to maktok's house..Ummi, ayah! don't leave me here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ummi's note:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sejak ade bumbo ni senang ummi dan ayah nak solat berjemaah. Fea senyap jer but once ummi dan ayah selesai solat terus aja mulut tue berbunyi..hehe..pandai anak ummi ni..bijak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-1292628824039769390?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1292628824039769390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=1292628824039769390' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1292628824039769390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1292628824039769390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/03/finallymy-bumbo.html' title='Finally...my bumbo~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/Sb4BaESZvYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_eK2r6vf33w/s72-c/sofeah+52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-4615836145698371557</id><published>2009-02-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:14:26.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>Me in cloth diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMdVO5GNI/AAAAAAAAATY/mf-PatJrTG8/s1600-h/Photo-0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMdVO5GNI/AAAAAAAAATY/mf-PatJrTG8/s200/Photo-0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887377795389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in wearing a napkin. Tok ma made it for me when i was a new born I wore this as diapers are to big for me. (will upload the pics later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the napkin stage I move on to wearing prefolds and diaper covers. (will upload the pics later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me now wearing my cloth diaper with inserts. I need to wear 2 layers of inserts as I pee a lot. Still am wearing prefolds and diaper covers from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMdXUpEXI/AAAAAAAAATg/olRKR8_ra-8/s1600-h/Photo-0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMdXUpEXI/AAAAAAAAATg/olRKR8_ra-8/s200/Photo-0206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887378356375922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMnxm660I/AAAAAAAAATo/K68SnmWqFA0/s1600-h/Photo-0207+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMnxm660I/AAAAAAAAATo/K68SnmWqFA0/s200/Photo-0207+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305887557211056962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me wearing disposable diapers. huhue. Ummi you'll have to buy me some more cloth diapers. I love them as it is softer against my skin. (will upload the pics later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi: Kurang budget la syg, nanti economy dah stabil baru beli ye. =)  (arahan dari ayah: semua perbelanjaan dibekukan buat sementara waktu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-4615836145698371557?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4615836145698371557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=4615836145698371557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4615836145698371557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4615836145698371557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-in-cloth-diapers.html' title='Me in cloth diapers'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJMdVO5GNI/AAAAAAAAATY/mf-PatJrTG8/s72-c/Photo-0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-2779133992295298270</id><published>2009-02-10T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:17:15.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>On my belly</title><content type='html'>At the age of 3 months and 1 week I can now lay on my belly and my bones are strong enough to support my head.Want to see? Look at me showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SZIlrdestZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WG2cACcF2Jw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SZIlrdestZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WG2cACcF2Jw/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301341139946485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I so wanted to crawl to ayah but I have not learn the skills yet. You wait ayah one day I can even run to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SZIlWK7yq5I/AAAAAAAAARI/VE1QhEDZKWU/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SZIlWK7yq5I/AAAAAAAAARI/VE1QhEDZKWU/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301340774190984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hehe..this is me...Ummi Look at me..I can turn on my own and you don't need to support my head anymore. Ayah! when will you buy me a bumbo seater?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-2779133992295298270?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2779133992295298270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=2779133992295298270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2779133992295298270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2779133992295298270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-belly.html' title='On my belly'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SZIlrdestZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/WG2cACcF2Jw/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-8566950203073870869</id><published>2009-02-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:11:34.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me showing off'/><title type='text'>My new zapp~</title><content type='html'>Have just received my brand new zapp last  2 weekends. Ayah bought it from Germany. Yeah all the way over there? you might ask yourself. Well it's cheaper than buying it here.  It's in strawberry red. Totally love it. Thank you soo much to papa(my uncle by the way). Since ayah had no credit cards so we had to borrow papa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJKdsqRoRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZF9b5YJOunQ/s1600-h/zapp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJKdsqRoRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZF9b5YJOunQ/s320/zapp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305885185061003538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLmI8Wx8I/AAAAAAAAATI/DU_NzRtQkHs/s1600-h/Photo-0209+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLmI8Wx8I/AAAAAAAAATI/DU_NzRtQkHs/s200/Photo-0209+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305886429603612610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I can't sit in the zapp yet so Ayah attached the maxi Cosi carrier on top. Ummi's the most happiest person when we received the zapp.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLVnbGkpI/AAAAAAAAATA/13jOmwLqwD0/s1600-h/Photo-0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLVnbGkpI/AAAAAAAAATA/13jOmwLqwD0/s200/Photo-0211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305886145727861394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I can ride the zapp happily at malls without ayah "bising" because of back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLx6R2hLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Kp8y4lANa28/s1600-h/Photo-0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJLx6R2hLI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Kp8y4lANa28/s200/Photo-0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305886631825671346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ache carrying me around. can't blame him as I am getting heavier by the day though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-8566950203073870869?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/8566950203073870869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=8566950203073870869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8566950203073870869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/8566950203073870869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-zapp.html' title='My new zapp~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SaJKdsqRoRI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZF9b5YJOunQ/s72-c/zapp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-7764539414543881139</id><published>2009-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:20:32.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My progress'/><title type='text'>What I can do now~</title><content type='html'>Now at the age of 3 months and five days I can;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) roll over, mostly on my left side(my legs are getting stronger by the day). I can never be left alone on high surfaces as who knows where I'll end up next. Once I nearly fell off my parents bed whilst they were praying. If they had to leave me unattended for a while they need to put pillows around me to act as a bumper so I can't go more further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4EyLNxZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5Cu6OL-XfZQ/s1600-h/sofeah+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4EyLNxZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5Cu6OL-XfZQ/s320/sofeah+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298828091417544082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me playing with my knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) see more clearly and i pay more attention to my surrounding. Even when I latch on to Ummi if I hear something that distracts me from drinking I will pull ummi with me and she of course would say 'ouch' or 'adoi' every time.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) play with my toys at my play gym. I also can grab the hanging toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4Eh0UlsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7s3MulPWleM/s1600-h/sofeah+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4Eh0UlsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7s3MulPWleM/s320/sofeah+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298828087026554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayah holding me whilst I suck his hand.(not sure if his hands were clean though..hmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) play with my centipede when my parents put me in my crib or on my parents bed.(ummi need to buy some more toys to stimulate my brains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) react or rather sing along(in my own language) to the music that plays when my mobile rotates. Even when somebody talks to me I'll react the same and tries to project my voice as loud as I can. Every time I do this I'll end up chocking myself as I do not know how to control my voice yet. Also I giggle from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4ElvKfNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AZKODOhCGOQ/s1600-h/sofeah+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4ElvKfNI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AZKODOhCGOQ/s320/sofeah+39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298828088078662866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just woke up from my slumber. Owh, my leg is on the bolster pillow and I don't know where my blankie is. I am certain that Ummi pulled the blankie over me last night.(lasak sungguh anak ummi ni tido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) recognize faces. The most familiar would be Ummi because she gives me milk. Every time ummi comes home from work I'll stare at her until she picks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If I wore a two piece clothing meaning a pair of pants and a shirt in the morning I'd be lucky if I'm still wearing the shirt. Usually, half way up my shirt unbuttoned. I really don't know how that happened or how I did it. This is why ummi likes me to wear one piece like sleepers so that I won't end up half naked the next day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my progress up to date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-7764539414543881139?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7764539414543881139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=7764539414543881139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7764539414543881139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7764539414543881139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-can-do-now.html' title='What I can do now~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SYk4EyLNxZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/5Cu6OL-XfZQ/s72-c/sofeah+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3486451974974679080</id><published>2009-01-14T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:23:23.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new clothes~</title><content type='html'>Auntie Jan bought me a few clothes from UK. She bought it cheap(not so cheap after converting Pound Sterling to Ringgit Malaysia) since it was Christmas and New Year's sale. I've just received it last week..~ let's have a look shall we..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7iOLFYfRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWAXPSchJno/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7iOLFYfRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWAXPSchJno/s400/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291415345328323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my pink skirt and my pink t-shirt. The skirt is way too big for me but the waist can be adjusted to small and that's how I can fit into the skirt without it slipping down. Ummi asked auntie Jan to buy me a bigger size on purpose so I don't outgrow it too quickly. Tapi sayangnye Auntie Jan ter beli t-shirt yang muat-muat saja untuk sofeah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dress~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7jH2jAJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/1De5W5fhf1U/s1600-h/purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7jH2jAJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/1De5W5fhf1U/s400/purple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291416336247826242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa~ what do you think?..is purple my colour?..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another pair but Ummi didn't take a picture of it because it's too big for me. The skirt slides off my legs..hehe..but will upload it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Auntie Jan to send back some more clothes. Ummi's having fun dressing me up. Ayah says I'm like a moving doll..hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank a lot Auntie Jan..Love you Soo much..Muah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3486451974974679080?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3486451974974679080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3486451974974679080' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3486451974974679080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3486451974974679080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-clothes.html' title='My new clothes~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7iOLFYfRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tWAXPSchJno/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-4683640977600937345</id><published>2009-01-09T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:59:27.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want Ummi n nenen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7erkTfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JVNhX5CpDP0/s1600-h/Photo-0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7erkTfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JVNhX5CpDP0/s320/Photo-0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291411452268060738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 6pm everyday I'll start rejecting my bottle because I know Ummi and ayah will be back by then. I'll totally reject the bottle even though nanny shoves the teat into my mouth. I'll cry instead. All I want is my ummi. I really miss Ummi and I want to be with her all the time if I can. I know every morning when I wake up, ummi is no where to be seen.The only person I'm left with is Nanny. Nanny takes good care of me. She feeds me, gives me my bath on time and changes my nappy when needed to. She is really patient on the days I refuse my milk and cries a lot because I miss Ummi and nenen. Nanny would always comfort me by hugging me to sleep. I'll always sleep on nanny's chest whilst she pats me on the back and later on she'll put me down on my belly in my cot. I'll sleep soundly an hour or two until I wake up again and realize that ummi is still not home by then and started to cry again. Even though I drank my milk but it's only for a little amount just to fill my tummy and not sufficient enough to make me full. The only time I'm full is when I drink from nenen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ummi is thinking of doing reverse cycling, So that I'll drink more at night and less during the day. Ummi wants' to make sure that I drink enough milk and gain more weight. You see my weight is just above the borderline. Lower than that is considered underweight. I know ummi have been working hard to eat as much as possible with nutritious food but I still did not gain that extra weight needed. I think it's in the genes. Both of my parents are not that heavy either. About this reverse cycling thing, it is really tiring if ummi decides to do so. I know ummi will be tired more than ever because she needs to wake up in the middle of the night to feed me twice or more. Since she has to work during the day this might not be a good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Saturdays, Ummi goes to work so ayah takes care of me but only in the morning by lunch time Ummi will be back. During the mornings I'll try to sleep as long as I can until Ayah wakes me up for my bath. I'll only drink one bottle around 4 oz and then I'd stay awake. I love being alone with ayah. He likes to play with me, tell me stories he would do anything to keep me occupied. Even so I still can't wait for ummi to come home because of nenen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhow with ummi's worries about me not getting enough milk she will try her best to find alternatives like finding the suitable teats or change bottles until I really can drink from a bottle during the day without rejecting it. I'll also have to accept the fact that ummi will not be home until 6pm everyday. A long Sigh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ummi's note:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now Sofeah can really accept the fact that during the day she has to drink up from the bottle. She drinks a lot these days and I'm really happy. Sofeah's currently using MAMs bottles. She loves the teats. We've tried several brands which includes nuk, dr.baby and also nuby. Sofeah's first bottle was nuby it was ok then after washing it several times it drips a lot(it's an irony really since the packaging stated non drip bottle..huhue) . And now Sofeah has gained weight too..Alhamdulillah~&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-4683640977600937345?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/4683640977600937345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=4683640977600937345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4683640977600937345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/4683640977600937345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-ummi-n-nenen.html' title='I want Ummi n nenen'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SW7erkTfIEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JVNhX5CpDP0/s72-c/Photo-0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-7732683127900001182</id><published>2008-12-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:15:27.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SVEOizQoqvI/AAAAAAAAANg/EYKotGByVww/s1600-h/Photo-0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SVEOizQoqvI/AAAAAAAAANg/EYKotGByVww/s320/Photo-0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019828920625906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know how to express myself or rather show my emotions through doing facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I'm angry - saya akan kerutkan dahi and eye brows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When I'm sick - I'll stay quite and sometimes merengek sikit2 and other times I would just sleep and hope that it will go away once I'm up again. (this one just recently as I've just had a mild fever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When I'm happy that I got milk - I'll pat ummi's back with my small hands while drinking. I usually make noise while drinking to show ummi how grateful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When I really am angry - I'll cry on top of my lungs and tears will run down my cheeks(ummi slalu sedey klo tgk sofeah macam ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Once, I merajuk with ummi because she ignored me for a while I look at her in the eyes and turned away. I did not look back until ummi comforted me(I was on the bed n ummi sat at the computer desk). Sofeah pandai majuk dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'll merengek a little if I wanted attention from my parents...not that I needed anything..nak teman and maja-manja saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I now can play with ayah. I also make noise as if I wanted to say something. Dah pandai agah dah(orang tua-tua selalu kata). I'll try to stay awake most of the time during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I'll squint my eyes, muka pun berkerut sambil meluihkan ubat yang telah diberi oleh Ummi. Lidah pon jelir skali. Pandai betul luih balik ubat, macam mane sofeah nak cepat sembuh ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I can now lift up my head on my own. Bile ummi angkat jer, kepala mesti tegak, tanak sandar pon kat bahu ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I also can stand up with my two legs when people hold me upright. I think my bones are getting stronger by the day. Dah boleh lonjak2 dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) suka paksa diri untuk stay awake. Paksa buka mata luas2 walaupon mengantuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I have a sleeping pattern. At night I'll sleep until 5am. By this time I'm usually thirsty. I now can search nenen with my eyes closed. Ummi too..hehe..we got use to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When ummi or ayah switches the lights off at night, I know it's time to sleep and I'll force my eyes shut. To be honest I'm scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I know when Ummi is near me. I can smell milk and I always want to gayut kat nenen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Bile ayah pi tandas mula la saya mencari2 ayah. Kadang2 tue mata tu ikut saja kemane ayah pergi sambil kepala pon berpusing skali until ayah is out of sight. Dah kenal ayah ni. Saya tahu bile ayah marah saya akan senyap seketika tetapi akan sambung menangis jua selepas itu..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) If we go out, Ummi will put me in the car seat. At first I'll merengek sebentar but once the car moves I'll go to sleep. There are times I'll be quite because I'm so fascinated by the outside world. I see a lot of things I never saw before like giant box moving(lorries) and a lot of green things every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I now know how to fart. I'll make that farting face and the air just come out from my bumbum. (meneran macam nak berak pon ye jugak. ingat berak tapi kentut je. Kentut mmg busuk la..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Setiap kali nk pakai booties and mittens I will angkat kaki kanan first. Maybe this one just by coincidence but then again I did this several times, maybe I am a genius after all..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I'll look into the camera when ever someone wants to take a picture of me. Siap posing lagi..hehe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SVEOItCmSDI/AAAAAAAAANY/QpqOPvCJW9c/s1600-h/baby_sucking_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SVEOItCmSDI/AAAAAAAAANY/QpqOPvCJW9c/s320/baby_sucking_thumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019380574537778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) When ever ummi take my mittens off I'll put my hand in my mouth. I don't know why I do this but I like the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 1 month and 3 weeks old..getting older by the day..I am in the progress of learning new stuff everyday. I enjoy it very much as I discover a lot of new things and how my body works every second. I totally love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all.. Till next time..I'll keep you guys updated with my progress.. keep reading ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-7732683127900001182?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7732683127900001182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=7732683127900001182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7732683127900001182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7732683127900001182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-progress.html' title='My progress'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/SVEOizQoqvI/AAAAAAAAANg/EYKotGByVww/s72-c/Photo-0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-3898224255865363000</id><published>2008-12-09T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:34:44.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The firsts'/><title type='text'>I want my Milk~</title><content type='html'>A few days a go I've learnt to communicate with Ummi and ayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I make a clucking noise or rather like a sucking noise Ummi and ayah understands that I want my milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh and when I'm drinking up my milk, no one is allowed to touch me. Only ummi can but she can't fiddle with me. I hate it when I'm trying to focus and enjoying my milk other people irritates me by touching me. When people do touch me or stroke my bald head I'll stop drinking and I'll stare them from the corner of my eye at the same time I'll give them a warning by grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, during my feeding time ummi can't do anything else or in other terms can not multitask such as reading a book or browsing the net. I want her to only focus on me,talk and play with me. Otherwise I'll stop drinking and murmur until ummi pays attention to me again only then I'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I've learnt to coo and babble. I like to make sounds as if I'm trying to communicate with ummi and ayah. Since I'm a light sleeper during the day, I'm awake most of the time.I like to play and make noises as if ummi understands me. I always want someone to accompany me every time. I love the presence of people(only a few people) but when there is a crowd I'll force myself to sleep as I don't want too many attention from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to learning something new today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you later ya!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-3898224255865363000?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/3898224255865363000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=3898224255865363000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3898224255865363000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/3898224255865363000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-my-milkm.html' title='I want my Milk~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-2545556620914691036</id><published>2008-12-02T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:54:01.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me going bald (1st November 08)</title><content type='html'>Ayah shaving my hair...The chronology:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT4YPndRhI/AAAAAAAAAME/5u5IkrH8Wr0/s1600-h/sofeah+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT4YPndRhI/AAAAAAAAAME/5u5IkrH8Wr0/s320/sofeah+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275114158950270482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all Ayah cut my hair using a pair of scissors~ owh my hair..Am gonna miss it~ Ayah, do you really have to shave my lovely hair? (wink2 whilst making a cute face..see2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STUFPE9Ze3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/e5srik8AryQ/s1600-h/sofeah+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STUFPE9Ze3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/e5srik8AryQ/s320/sofeah+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275128295121845106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I better sleep so I don't have to feel so sad seeing all my hair leaving my head..sob2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT5VDpGsgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IDVGLZmzyfs/s1600-h/sofeah+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT5VDpGsgI/AAAAAAAAAMM/IDVGLZmzyfs/s320/sofeah+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275115203707974146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me before 'bercukur' took place. Am gonna miss my lovely hair~ Now I really do look like a boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT3yOVjuLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DASghwVL6k4/s1600-h/sofeah+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT3yOVjuLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DASghwVL6k4/s320/sofeah+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275113505771731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayah dah start cukur sikit~ look2 owh nnoooo...my lovely hair..huhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT7Ua9905I/AAAAAAAAAMU/I3uU_YlMktM/s1600-h/sofeah+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT7Ua9905I/AAAAAAAAAMU/I3uU_YlMktM/s320/sofeah+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117391812875154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All done~ it took 3 hours just to shave my head bald.. hey I actually look cuter when I'm bald..hehe..do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT9YwX10bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-ZfihO9-5so/s1600-h/sofeah+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT9YwX10bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-ZfihO9-5so/s320/sofeah+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275119665301279154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAArrgghh soo tired.. off to sleep..ZzzzzZZZzzzz..care to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-2545556620914691036?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/2545556620914691036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=2545556620914691036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2545556620914691036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/2545556620914691036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-going-bald-1st-november-08.html' title='Me going bald (1st November 08)'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gq5E78CpVww/STT4YPndRhI/AAAAAAAAAME/5u5IkrH8Wr0/s72-c/sofeah+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-7884861127894436281</id><published>2008-11-19T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:07:11.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Day~(2nd November 2008)</title><content type='html'>Same as the day before. people came to visit me. Because me, ayah and Ummi is going back to Kelana Jaya in a few days people living nearby took the chance to see me before I go back to my home. Still am tired. Lethargic I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night Ummi had to pump some milk for me as she will be going to tukang urut's house the next morning for two hours in the morning. So it will just be me and ayah at tok ma's house. Ayah have to give me milk from a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can remember~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-7884861127894436281?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7884861127894436281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=7884861127894436281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7884861127894436281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7884861127894436281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/11/third-day2nd-november-2008.html' title='Third Day~(2nd November 2008)'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-7885060461587639270</id><published>2008-11-19T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:21:52.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day~ (1st November 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Today is my second day in this world. Because I'm new to this world a lot of people came to visit me on this day and it's a Saturday too you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;On this day people come and go just to see me. From morning until night. I was soo exhausted. Soo were Ummi and ayah. I can see it from their faces. We did not have enough sleep from the night before. I woke up every hour because of colic. At first Ayah did not know what to do as I cried endlessly. Ummi was too tired to get up. She was really weak. Because I cried soo much Ummi woke up eventually. Ummi just remembered that she brought baby oitment for treating colic and suggested that Ayah rub it on my belly. And so he did. I farted a lot after that and I slept peacefully until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is today that Ayah took a picture of me and Ummi. I was smiling in the camera. Ayah was soo proud that he captured the picture whilst I was smiling and showed it to everyone. I think this was the first smile or maybe I smiled the day before.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ummi's note&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us was so exhauted by the end of the day. I was soo emotional that night I felt like scolding everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to self, if anyone whom has just given birth let them rest for a week atleast before going to visit them. It is really tiring when you do not have enough rest and you need to entertain the visitors. It is just exhausting. Trust me, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-7885060461587639270?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/7885060461587639270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=7885060461587639270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7885060461587639270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/7885060461587639270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-day-1st-november-2008.html' title='Second Day~ (1st November 2008)'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-6642551913009889174</id><published>2008-11-19T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:20:50.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Friday, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31st October 2008&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get that much sleep, neither did Ummi or Ayah. Through the night I kept on crying. Ummi kept on giving me milk every time I cried. Still I drank very little and doze off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then morning came. It was subuh time that I had a hiccup and cried a little. Ayah and Ummi did not know what to do, so they called in the nurse. The nurse just told Ummi to keep on feeding me and that it is normal for babies to have hiccups. So that's what Ummi did. She forced me to drink. Because I am such a good girl I followed and drank. True enough what the nurse said, the hiccup all gone. Then the nurse came in again to take me up to the third level for a bath. Ayah followed as he wanted to watch how the nurse bathe Sofeah with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be discharge around 2pm but the doctor forgot to do my circumcision and also give me my bcg shot so we were delayed going back to Tok Ma's house. When we were ready to go back to tak Ma's house after maghrib time we found out that the lift did not work and that we may have to use the stairs, but the nurse would not let us do that because it's against the hospital policy. And so we waited. Lucky for us a few minutes waiting the lift was OK again.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ummi's note&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ummi bearly slept that night as the nurse kept coming in and out to check on Ummi's temperature and also blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Just before the hiccup incident around subuh time. An elderly nurse came in, and asked ummi whether ummi fed sofeah and ummi answered that sofeah only drank a little. The nurse worried and wanted to bring sofeah up to the third floor to feed her formula milk. Tapi Ummi Sofeah ni berkeras hati juga hendak breastfeed. Nurse tu dah macam paksa-paksa but still Ummi would not budge with her decision to breastfeed Sofeah. Bukannye Ummi tidak ada susu cuma it was the first time. What do you expect. If Ummi tidak ada susu lain cerita. Sedih rasa hati bile nurse tu nak jugak bagi formula milk(I thought the hospital breastfeeding friendly..hmm)...huhue..maaf la ter'emo la pulak. Bab-bab jagaan anak jangan main-main, lagi-lagi anak sendiri.Semestinya kita nak yang terbaik untuk anak kita. Susu ibu adalah yang terbaik..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ayah and Ummi literally panicked when sofeah had her first hiccup. So we called in the nurse to help us. Disebabkan insiden ini Sofeah sudah pandai hisap susu...hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ummi woke up that morning and did her mandi wiladah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-6642551913009889174?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/6642551913009889174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=6642551913009889174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6642551913009889174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/6642551913009889174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-day.html' title='The first day~'/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480552678567803777.post-1972698904221220697</id><published>2008-11-19T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:19:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Sofeah was born~ </title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday (30th October 2008),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.17pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - My name is Sofeah binti Muhammad Syazwan Rahimy. I was born into this world at this hour. As I came out from Ummi I felt there is something wrong with my chest. I tried breathing but something is just not right. I cried as loud as I can. Something is wrong. Then somebody came close to me with this long tube and put it through my mouth. Uurrgghh, I can not describe the feeling but it did make me feel better and I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was handed to a tall man. He whispered to my ears. I could not make sense of it. Then I was handed to another person. This time the person is a women. She brought me to some other place. while moving to another place there were other people followed us. All were excited to see me. I do not know why. Maybe because I'm just soo cute and adorable. I was then put into a glass or plastic bed behind a glass wall. The people that followed me then just watched me from the other side of the glass wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cwun%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; stayed behind the glass wall for a while. They did not even gave me a bath. I guess they were waiting for someone. I was right. They were waiting for that someone who I later call Ummi to get out from the labour room. Ummi stayed for quite sometime in there. After Ummi was all done they took me to her, since Ummi wanted to breastfeed me. Ummi does not want them to feed me formula milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought into the room where Ummi was and everyone else was there to. When feeding, me and Ummi, both struggled. Ummi struggled with giving me the milk while I struggled with sucking the milk. I drank a little because I was too tired. I also know that Ummi was tired too. So we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi's note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Ummi breastfed Sofeah that night and the lift at that hospital was not working at the time, sofeah get's to spend the night with Ummi. Ummi and Ayah was soo happy. The first night she was with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1480552678567803777-1972698904221220697?l=sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/feeds/1972698904221220697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1480552678567803777&amp;postID=1972698904221220697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1972698904221220697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1480552678567803777/posts/default/1972698904221220697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sofeahsmemoir.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-sofeah-was-born.html' title='The Day Sofeah was born~ '/><author><name>Faridatul Bariza Binti Md Nasir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03806844526406586261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-droQCBjwA/TY0Sde023ZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/81szUoQualU/s220/Image1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
