Forget the IT Show at Suntec. The only place to buy your photo printer is here!!

Yep, I am selling a brand new Canon Pixma Photo Printer iP6320D for a low price of $199! That’s less than the retail price of $279. I got it when I purchased my new handphone, so must sell the printer off to recover back some of the money, hehe…

You can print your photos directly from compatible digital cameras, memory cards or mobile phones with no need for a computer. As a part of the PIXMA range, it is built with FINE (Full-photolithography Inkjet Nozzle Engineering) for smoother, sharper and more detailed images. Perfect for printing your photos on the spot that can be shared with family and friends!! (ni dah macam advertisement!)

For more info on the printer, click here

So for those interested, email me at izadd77@gmail.com. Selagi stok masih ader! (while stock last!)

Looks like my only stock has already been sold! Thanks for the support! Cheers!

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this was taken almost two weeks ago, so he’s grown chattier by now, really.

he has all these… ye-ye-orh facial expressions when he has these animated conversations with us. erm, don’t ask me where he gets them from. :p

maybe you can decipher the story he’s trying to tell and translate it from gibberish to engrish.

winner gets to babysit him (while the Husband and i go out on a date)!

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occasionally, mummy feeds me breakfast. wellllll, i’m not sure if this constitutes as breakfast, really. i mean, crackers with cream cheese is more of a snack, wouldn’t you say?

but it’s ok. mum, she hardly eats breakfast herself, at least not that i’ve observed so far in my almost-15-month life. i think she mumbled something about cream cheese being good coz it’s cheese and therefore full of calcium. she does that sometimes, come up with funny reasonings to justify feeding me crap. (“fries are good coz it’s potato and therefore a vegetable”, etc.)

want some?

she lets me make a right mess, which is why i don’t mind sitting down with her to play- i mean, eat. sometimes she’d point out the ants crawling around me on the kitchen floor where i’m eating. hmm, is she trying to tell me something? *munch munch*

the best part about making a mess is… i get to splash around in the water afterwards. (and make another mess around the sink, hurrah!)

though i don’t really see the point, seeing how i can simply lick myself clean. (i learnt that from my keen observation of cats.)

mmm, next – nutella! (chocolate is good coz they’re cocoa which comes from cacao seed and therefore a plant – hey, i do my homework too, you know.)

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by the time we reach home from work every day, he’s already had his dinner, then we’d rush to find our own dinner, and that leaves us with maybe two or three hours before his bedtime.

occassionally, he’d poop one last time for the day, and we (or more specifically, the daddy) would have the honour of washing him up and dousing him with more minyak telon, before he continues honing his nightly acrobatic skills.

like this.

there’s also his nightly comedic acts.

like this.

sometimes we’re his clowns.

the daddy caught us in one of our bedtime routines the other day. i really like this picture (he was actually trying out his new flash, thus the, ahem, excellent lighting) coz it was one of those moments he learnt to do something new out of the blue.

i was reading and describing in excruciating detail to him the plight of little miss muffet who was unduly disturbed by a spider, when he clutched his chest in reaction to being “frightened”.

or rather, “TAKUTTT!”

he does get the concept of fear, coz now spiders are the only thing i can hold against him to get him to run helter-skelter back to me… although the cheeky grin on his face kinda gives him away.

so nah, i doubt he’ll grow up with arachnophobia after all, lol!

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are you ready, tonight?

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mum told me how the boy was watching hi-5 the other day and suddenly went up to the tv screen and pointed at one of the girls wearing a low spaghetti strap with, i suppose, a fair amount of cleavage revealed. and he went “tehteh”… which cracked mum up.

and we were sitting around that evening reading magazines and newspapers when something caught his eyes.

he stared intently at umie aida’s ample, in-yer-face erm, assets which were prominently featured on the cover of manja (i don’t wonder if the readership of pakciks increased twofold with this issue)… and mum asked, “tengok tetek? mana tetek?” to which, my TekBoy promptly pointed at the said erm, assets.

right on da money, baybeh. (TAPI, mak harap kau dah besar JANGAN ogle macam gitu sudah eh! HEP!)

after a while, he kinda lunged at me with a short whine, and i so skillfully deflected his attention towards another magazine with no offensive mammaries on the front page.

:D

sometimes my mum still goes “kasi lah dia tetek, dia nak ngempeng aje, kesian…” and i’d grit my teeth and tell her, well duh, don’t keep going on reminding him then. coz he does understand what we’re talking about, that boy.

and you know, she sounds EXACTLY like her own mother, believe it or not, and i don’t think she’s even aware of it. see, my lovable but forgetful grandma, she’d always go “kesian, dia nak tetek, kasi lah dia…” EVERY SINGLE TIME the little one lets out a mere squeak when he was a baby. and i’d have to tell her, “dahhh nek, BARUUUU kasi tadi”. and she’d repeat this line again and again throughout our stay, hehehhee. it’s quite funny and i didn’t mind her, coz she does that anyway, repeats the same questions and remarks to everyone, due to her short-term memory.

so anyway, i kinda miss it now, like i guess he does occassionally… but you gotta stick to your decisions and move on.

and that’s that. :)

ps: don’t worry, we also make sure he knows other more proper body parts, eg. nose, ears, toes, belly button, etc… hehe.

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pregnant at nine!

:O

it gives me the chills just thinking about it.

how did they even figure out what to do with their… organs, these mere CHILDREN? and for them to get it right, hitting the bulls eye, when scores of (legally-binding, ripe of age, rational-thinking) adults can’t (or won’t)?

it seems that this generation has come a really LOOOONG way from our days when we were nine, playing what – yeh-yeh, teng-teng, set-set-mi-mi….

light years ahead, the ‘kids’ now are.

and yet one more freaking thing to fear about for our own children.

* * * * *

so while these days children twenty years my junior are going around bonking and procreating, i feel like i should be the nine-year-old instead.

because my mother told ME i shouldn’t get myself knocked up again.

well, she’s said it several times, really. but it only sunk in the last time she said it a few days ago.

incapable of and incompetent in handling just one, what more two, or more, she asks?

i won’t take it as a personal challenge to prove her wrong and proceed to produce a busload of tiny tots.

because i’m passive-aggressive that way.

she’d always told me i wasn’t any good in the kitchen, and i believe her – i’m not.

she’d always say she can’t imagine what state of disarray my house is in (she hasn’t visited in quite a while), so i sometimes leave the bed unmade – in her honour.

and if she thinks i’m no good at coping with motherhood, who am i to argue?

so you see, don’t blame me if i procrastinate on that “next round” thing.

coz my mommy said i shouldn’t.

(now, how convenient is that for an excuse? hah!)

* * * * *

then again, looking through the many archived photos we have of the little one from the day he was born, all precious and gorgeous… it’s pretty hard to resist going through it all again, incompetence aside.

maybe i should be like that nine-year-old and throw caution to the wind and not think too much and be ignorant of the consequences and just GET ON with the bonking and procreating…

bah.

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