tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43444000192442195002012-01-20T16:29:27.514+08:00'Life is a journey, not a destination' is the famous saying that has inspired me to write, with the hope that i will be able to capture the journey i had taken the last 37 years of my life as well as the years to come. My sincere gratitude to my family and friends who continue to make this journey worthwhile, not forgetting all those whose paths in life crossed mine, indeed, never failing to make the journey a better one.greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.comBlogger535125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-12085757275406254032011-12-30T11:09:00.000+08:002011-12-30T11:09:45.289+08:002011-12-30T11:09:45.289+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0for all those darlings who have missed me in the blogging world, i am back.... with the children having gone to their grandparents house for the last 2 months... there were no motivation to write... i was busy going back to them every weekend and going out... in the meantime, the backlog accumulated... so, i guess i will have to start posting as there are many event in past that needs to be <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7c0v7msGHNGvFxhSNstJbpP_CPo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7c0v7msGHNGvFxhSNstJbpP_CPo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7c0v7msGHNGvFxhSNstJbpP_CPo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7c0v7msGHNGvFxhSNstJbpP_CPo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/jty0kDw4okE" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-back.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-53400831469672713152011-11-09T19:39:00.000+08:002011-11-09T19:39:10.233+08:002011-11-09T19:39:10.233+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0We have been making frequent visits to ipoh as the children are staying at my mum’s. we miss them a lot and I look forward to going home to my mum’s. home is where the heart is. Though I now have a residence in the city but there is a nostalgic feeling about my hometown. It goes without saying isn’t it? such a blessing. We had always wanted to enroll the children to art classes as I believe art <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FTxrydJPhOQgTLybgzlpMluk8Qw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FTxrydJPhOQgTLybgzlpMluk8Qw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FTxrydJPhOQgTLybgzlpMluk8Qw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FTxrydJPhOQgTLybgzlpMluk8Qw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/UoOQeqrOyvI" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/classes-and-classes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-82393214111841672792011-11-09T19:37:00.000+08:002011-11-09T19:37:47.021+08:002011-11-09T19:37:47.021+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com1One day, my husband asked me if I wanted to follow him to Rome. I was surprised to my immediate response. No! I need to be close to my children. My heart felt very heavy as thinking of the thousands of miles away from my children. After much reasoning and assurance, I was light hearted about it. I pray to God, please take care of everything that matters to me and please make this a happy trip. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yPuWDuVdSprZoeApaq0yV4Zne4Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yPuWDuVdSprZoeApaq0yV4Zne4Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yPuWDuVdSprZoeApaq0yV4Zne4Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yPuWDuVdSprZoeApaq0yV4Zne4Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/8L2p7WHG7Fg" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/rome-here-i-come.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-70464286900269459652011-11-09T19:35:00.000+08:002011-11-09T19:35:55.597+08:002011-11-09T19:35:55.597+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0Mother in law is on her 46 day pilgrimage to mecca. I am having a 46 day gala time holiday. My gala time consist of the following: Trips to sungai buloh to upgrade my garden Dinner and lepaking with hubby/friends that lasts until the wee hours Late night movies Frequent trips to hometown as my children are back in my mother’s house 5 day trip to ROME The only setback is that my children are <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5zs3baQMfSBUI-USCmwNA-4uqMM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5zs3baQMfSBUI-USCmwNA-4uqMM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5zs3baQMfSBUI-USCmwNA-4uqMM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5zs3baQMfSBUI-USCmwNA-4uqMM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/_7RojZ6qYkI" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/home-alone-without-kids.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-83775543607915570652011-11-01T10:01:00.000+08:002011-11-01T10:01:23.695+08:002011-11-01T10:01:23.695+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0nuff had always been impressed with my cooking skills.  i am too, sometimes, when i cook out of shear pleasure instead of a daily chore.  argh..... one day, nuff asked me how do i cook pasta for the children... she also reminded me to share my secret recipe on my blog. the principle is throw in anything and everything and try to make a nice meal out of it.  if it turns out delicious, good for <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1evDahsCteT1TWmBUHFERWjAs2w/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1evDahsCteT1TWmBUHFERWjAs2w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1evDahsCteT1TWmBUHFERWjAs2w/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1evDahsCteT1TWmBUHFERWjAs2w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/__jDzgDsA9Y" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/secret-recipes.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-26893049605616550232011-10-21T20:14:00.001+08:002011-10-21T20:16:52.315+08:002011-10-21T20:16:52.315+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0after such a long time, i had lunch with my dear friend and all we did was chat and chat and chat.... we gigled like those teenagers, shared secrets which we would never share with anyone else and of course, gave grandmother advice to each other.... like lil girls, we captured the moments like there is no tomorrow... we were 18 then when we first met, now we are 37... boy, do we feel different? <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7vAY7h5s_OoSaHWSCKSIWez-FAU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7vAY7h5s_OoSaHWSCKSIWez-FAU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7vAY7h5s_OoSaHWSCKSIWez-FAU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7vAY7h5s_OoSaHWSCKSIWez-FAU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/QTz_LuIwhdw" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-dear-friend.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-87553781375670079812011-10-21T20:10:00.000+08:002011-10-21T20:10:47.716+08:002011-10-21T20:10:47.716+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0this is what mummy and daddy did while the children were in ipoh... we took care of our garden, bought pots, plants and hoping to have a nice garden by the time the children comes home... insya Allah.  sungai buloh is a heavan for those who loves gardening. i think gardening takes my mind of everything and it is so soothing on my soul.... <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VLxJBvgYrSNaRk-bvqe7ZZK8ckM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VLxJBvgYrSNaRk-bvqe7ZZK8ckM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VLxJBvgYrSNaRk-bvqe7ZZK8ckM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VLxJBvgYrSNaRk-bvqe7ZZK8ckM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/1-gFE0VqcIs" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-garden.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-57355111308521909462011-10-21T19:58:00.000+08:002011-10-21T19:58:53.617+08:002011-10-21T19:58:53.617+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0at polo ground in ipoh... this is baby nazhan's first experience at the playground... all by himself... <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVq1tCsZS5brA7UeyMNGtsgzv-I/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVq1tCsZS5brA7UeyMNGtsgzv-I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVq1tCsZS5brA7UeyMNGtsgzv-I/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xVq1tCsZS5brA7UeyMNGtsgzv-I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/8IizaQ4BdOk" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-playground-experience.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-71081585150494975152011-10-21T19:53:00.000+08:002011-10-21T19:53:11.880+08:002011-10-21T19:53:11.880+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0the memories captured here tells a thousand stories... this is aunty ju's beautiful home where my mother in law departed from... the old lady in this pic is kaseem wapa's daughter whom my grandmother so remember....   aunty ju's wonderful whachama call it..  my children so chumel in the exora...  with the grandchildren she so love...  looking so serene....  uncle idris...  the family <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLMew0ZXhnq4Z9wLXaTTXVJjoWY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLMew0ZXhnq4Z9wLXaTTXVJjoWY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLMew0ZXhnq4Z9wLXaTTXVJjoWY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xLMew0ZXhnq4Z9wLXaTTXVJjoWY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/4OS-G7cjsAA" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/nannis-hajj-journey.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-33910428116201769922011-10-20T21:40:00.000+08:002011-10-20T21:40:21.904+08:002011-10-20T21:40:21.904+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0the last day of school for nadia nasira and muhammad nashwan nasr was a few days before nanni's haj flight.  i wanted the children to say bye bye to their friends with some goodies. i took the time to tie the ribbons and went to their school to hand the goddies to the children.  i loved being there watching my children with their friends... nadia nasira ate her breakfast and ran off to play <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRkEfAlyx-5SOjAaEp4ol4S6hUM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRkEfAlyx-5SOjAaEp4ol4S6hUM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRkEfAlyx-5SOjAaEp4ol4S6hUM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hRkEfAlyx-5SOjAaEp4ol4S6hUM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/HXA4yzGw6e4" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-day-of-school-2011.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-2098200475512387542011-10-19T23:57:00.000+08:002011-10-19T23:57:23.644+08:002011-10-19T23:57:23.644+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0i was panicking as to who shall care for my children while my mil goes on her haj pilgrimmage. i looked for a baby sitter but after talking to one, i changed my mind.  i couldn't let a non relative to care for my children.  i was so afraid of babysitters.  i doubt that they will care for my children the way their grandmother did.  well, it was then obvious that next to nanni's, it would be <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GggPO18bG3UNmcmEK8jNsQZw2Og/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GggPO18bG3UNmcmEK8jNsQZw2Og/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GggPO18bG3UNmcmEK8jNsQZw2Og/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GggPO18bG3UNmcmEK8jNsQZw2Og/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/tB6ECtSbsLE" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/mothers-dilema.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-57392532237966952412011-10-19T23:37:00.001+08:002011-10-19T23:39:51.821+08:002011-10-19T23:39:51.821+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0i'm counting days to bidding farewell to mother in law who shall be on a journey she so looked forward to in her lifetime.  don't we all? a hajj pilgrimage, a journey performed in fullfilling the last pillar of islam... a spiritual one and the most looked forward one... while everyone is busy preparing for her journey, i reflected on my journey to the holy land.... i miss being in that spiritual <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-3HXCmKXLtOaGRiksiDcMJl2pM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-3HXCmKXLtOaGRiksiDcMJl2pM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-3HXCmKXLtOaGRiksiDcMJl2pM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C-3HXCmKXLtOaGRiksiDcMJl2pM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/13uldZyr2Jc" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/ultimate-journey.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-37531665863203152442011-10-06T01:30:00.000+08:002011-10-06T01:30:14.839+08:002011-10-06T01:30:14.839+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0mummy is on the move again now that the financial year has started.  the momentum is gearing up.  well, there will be lots of travelling to look forward to this financial year as i am going into my third year in Procurement Division.  oh well, when mummy travels, mummy will go lock stock and barrel.  this time, we had an additional member tagging along... my sis in law and it was great fun.  <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4PJ3gvYelxIgh_AjkcTjI1fV-Rc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4PJ3gvYelxIgh_AjkcTjI1fV-Rc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4PJ3gvYelxIgh_AjkcTjI1fV-Rc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4PJ3gvYelxIgh_AjkcTjI1fV-Rc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/OvIeNV_ARlE" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/impiana-morib.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-87536070805058101682011-10-06T00:58:00.000+08:002011-10-06T00:58:59.097+08:002011-10-06T00:58:59.097+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0i think this is gorgeous... i saw it at the main wall in IJN lobby when i went to visit aunty jarinah recently. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JqWfFlyY9W1ADgm5VvPSqCaXMXo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JqWfFlyY9W1ADgm5VvPSqCaXMXo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JqWfFlyY9W1ADgm5VvPSqCaXMXo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JqWfFlyY9W1ADgm5VvPSqCaXMXo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/KxNtDCEd5k4" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/mural.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-33873580146915206912011-10-06T00:54:00.000+08:002011-10-06T00:54:56.953+08:002011-10-06T00:54:56.953+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0mummy is into making life fun for the children.... i wanted my children to look forward to coming home everyday since i have been screaming my days through with them.  it worked.  i make it a point to spend at least 30 mins a few days once doing art and craft... here are one of those times....  i cut some flower petals, vase, stem, leaves and helped them stick.  they coloured after all is done. <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZD-hZfmlncMI0ogrgKDiA6gRI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZD-hZfmlncMI0ogrgKDiA6gRI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZD-hZfmlncMI0ogrgKDiA6gRI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZD-hZfmlncMI0ogrgKDiA6gRI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/Imu0cnF_XPI" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-and-craft.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-509913347402840762011-10-06T00:42:00.000+08:002011-10-06T00:42:50.870+08:002011-10-06T00:42:50.870+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0guess what, i have been doing procurement for quite some time and it never registered that the Government has its own Procurement Division with lots and lots of circulars that i ought to know if i was going to come up with procurement best practices and policies for my company. one of the approval papers got rejected and got us to research the practices. that was when i knew all that i have to <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrfFhQ_VoLZsmV6JdKLwR6Z8e6Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrfFhQ_VoLZsmV6JdKLwR6Z8e6Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrfFhQ_VoLZsmV6JdKLwR6Z8e6Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RrfFhQ_VoLZsmV6JdKLwR6Z8e6Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/SdXQ_bYDMBc" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/treasury.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-61438552493084835642011-10-06T00:35:00.000+08:002011-10-06T00:35:31.797+08:002011-10-06T00:35:31.797+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0it has been so long since my children did some painting... my children loves painting. i guess all children would.  ever since my maid left which was so so long ago and since i couldn't handle things well and i was afraid of the mess, we had put painting on hold..  i had always loved painting... though i don't paint like the great artists, it is just one of my passion.  i regret for not <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I7xJmfeS9U-2iO5qgV8cyoakc1E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I7xJmfeS9U-2iO5qgV8cyoakc1E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I7xJmfeS9U-2iO5qgV8cyoakc1E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I7xJmfeS9U-2iO5qgV8cyoakc1E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/W4u5snBbFB0" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-41569991896794825742011-09-26T16:30:00.000+08:002011-09-26T16:30:27.256+08:002011-09-26T16:30:27.256+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0i was looking for muhammad nazhan nasr as he wasn't where i left him a minute ago..... i heard a chuckle....i'm up the stairs... <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEX7mCDvFi4DpVK4_SL4LtxmDFM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEX7mCDvFi4DpVK4_SL4LtxmDFM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEX7mCDvFi4DpVK4_SL4LtxmDFM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PEX7mCDvFi4DpVK4_SL4LtxmDFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/kJCHemMHAF8" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-stairs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-86647660219165762762011-09-26T16:27:00.000+08:002011-09-26T16:27:24.034+08:002011-09-26T16:27:24.034+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0during the first years of my children, i kept track of what they ate, how much, how long they slept and etc.  recently, i came across the giant book that kept all the details.  i realised that i did that for nadia nasira while the maid did for nashwan nasr but there is none for nazhan nasr...    well, do i say i have become quite an efficient mom when it came to muhammad nazhan nasr? <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5f4C5aZsizzWtGylErli8dVAcxc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5f4C5aZsizzWtGylErli8dVAcxc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5f4C5aZsizzWtGylErli8dVAcxc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5f4C5aZsizzWtGylErli8dVAcxc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/DPknq43WxXM" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-years.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-84276854391785493802011-09-26T16:14:00.000+08:002011-09-26T16:14:47.242+08:002011-09-26T16:14:47.242+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0i think taking the children for grocery shopping is fun.... i have not been to one for so so long simply because hubs does it all by himself until this day.... potato chips while waiting for daddy....  baby nazhan enjoying it too...  and the kakak...  kakak is engrossed in watching the lady buy fish...   <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ppw7DhllCh9YBsewcvZPfiooxlI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ppw7DhllCh9YBsewcvZPfiooxlI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ppw7DhllCh9YBsewcvZPfiooxlI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ppw7DhllCh9YBsewcvZPfiooxlI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/Rz7rPmNM2cU" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/giant-experience.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-69851476315153242072011-09-26T15:37:00.000+08:002011-09-26T15:37:39.716+08:002011-09-26T15:37:39.716+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0my husband's cousins are like some little divas.... my children love them so so much.... these divas adore the as well and they will spoil them to the roots.  the best thing is they are the best baby sitters.... <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pAHj27nlA2MHg9p9iM8IrCBo638/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pAHj27nlA2MHg9p9iM8IrCBo638/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pAHj27nlA2MHg9p9iM8IrCBo638/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pAHj27nlA2MHg9p9iM8IrCBo638/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/bPtTuuRrSow" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-children-and-divas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-48626433832700619362011-09-26T03:18:00.005+08:002011-09-26T15:14:33.533+08:002011-09-26T15:14:33.533+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0there are so many discipline available in this world for you to specialise in and build up your expertise in order to maneuver life except for one.  parenthood....an area that you are expected to be a specialist the moment you attain parenthood and if you fail, you will regret forever, feel the pain, suffer a restless soul and end with you leaving nuisance in this world as your legacy. God <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRfdCMUvZsaXO-5TJbbkJyxS5wo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRfdCMUvZsaXO-5TJbbkJyxS5wo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRfdCMUvZsaXO-5TJbbkJyxS5wo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eRfdCMUvZsaXO-5TJbbkJyxS5wo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/yRM5KzVOpQQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/parenthood.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-49098352056838973132011-09-23T02:41:00.000+08:002011-09-23T02:41:48.863+08:002011-09-23T02:41:48.863+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0happy birthday my lil redbean..... i don't know where did i pick up the term redbean except that i have been calling you my lil redbean since i conceived you.  muhammad nazhan nasr..... i knew that is what you were going to be called the moment the gynae announced that lil redbean is a boy.  you fill my heart and soul with so much joy and my love for you overflows, so much that it makes me <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xN15QwyxecXWur8i7bGyJ_P83H4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xN15QwyxecXWur8i7bGyJ_P83H4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xN15QwyxecXWur8i7bGyJ_P83H4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xN15QwyxecXWur8i7bGyJ_P83H4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/ef6BCo2izJc" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-muhammad-nazhan-nasr.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-62730417812240159782011-09-08T13:17:00.002+08:002011-09-09T11:04:31.847+08:002011-09-09T11:04:31.847+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0we arrived at my hometown about midnight, some 15 minutes after my elder brother and family arrived.  my younger brother and family arrived earlier that afternoon.  my older sister were around from the friday before eid while the rest of my family stays in my hometown.  we spent many days together, as a huge family. mummy was busy in the kitchen all the time whenever we were at home during <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuxbZI29y9vLYAFEiSfvqgnarMw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuxbZI29y9vLYAFEiSfvqgnarMw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuxbZI29y9vLYAFEiSfvqgnarMw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FuxbZI29y9vLYAFEiSfvqgnarMw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/IjoX3TGvj1w" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-2011-eid-story-2.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4344400019244219500.post-23825745016316835232011-09-07T16:42:00.000+08:002011-09-07T16:42:20.504+08:002011-09-07T16:42:20.504+08:00greeneyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08354250927328737482noreply@blogger.com0there were some slight changes in our eid story compared to the years before.  this is the first eid that we woke up (i didn't sleep from the night before) in our own house rather than my MIL's.  it felt good.  i guess i look forward to celebrating eid in my own house. other than that, it was a blessed morning.  hubs had breakfast at MIL's and off he went to the mosque.  with little baby at <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOceERxl7LXxTFVfezJOG3idp2g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOceERxl7LXxTFVfezJOG3idp2g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOceERxl7LXxTFVfezJOG3idp2g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iOceERxl7LXxTFVfezJOG3idp2g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XdXBa/~4/gnCA2U9E8t4" height="1" width="1"/>http://life-thegreatestjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-2011-eid-story.html