a short slideshow of our trip to bali recently, where we stayed at the intercontinental bali resort for four days. proper entry later, my hairy valentines.

lost a few blog posts, including the last one on aniq’s birthday, thanks to some problem with wordpress and the server. sighs.

blogging is a somewhat emotionally taxing thing for me, and when i lose important posts like that, it really sucks. yet after so many times being let down by technology, i still never learn my lesson to BACK the eff UP.

sorry, aniq, if you ever get to read this blog and find that mummy lost this year’s post – mummy’s such an unreliable blogger. (and please pardon my french. yes, “the eff”, it’s french, bad french. really. don’t use it, ok.)

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we didn’t do a big birthday bash this time round, what with the holiday trip to bali and all (which he really enjoyed, btw – though, in all his four-year-oldness, he has no inkling that the holiday was in compensation for a big birthday bash).

what we did instead was do a typical cake-cutting and goody-bag-giving session with his friends in school. having a birthday at the end of the year means you’ve done this birthday routine more than a dozen times throughout the year, and well, practice makes perfect. his friends and him have it all down pat – the singing of birthday song, the posing for pictures, the thanking in unison. such a difference a year makes! last year when he first celebrated his birthday in school, the kids were all so… blur and clueless. now – cuteness personified.

EVIDENCE OF CUTENESS:

*note the boy beaming and kept asking if he could cut the cake, his sister beside him equally beaming.

*the sister in the midst happily licking away at the cupcake icing.

and having your birthday at the end of the year means having to wait for your turn. torturous when you’re seemingly forever having to tell people you’re three years old when you’re supposed to be four already. frustrating when it’s everyone else’s birthday – your friends’, your parents’ friend, your oma’s, even your own mother’s, but not yours, not yet. heck, i kinda remember that feeling.

so pardon me for that bit of momzilla moment i get when it comes to his birthday. mommy’s got a soft spot for december babies like herself. :p

his nursery class – K1 next year, gasp.

one of the few times we get to see the kids whose names we only know from the boy’s daily reports.

sugary treats from Simplycupcakes.

sugary hugs and kisses from the birthday boy.

you know it’s worth whatever little effort you put in to make them feel special, especially when they’re old enough to say “thank you mummy” and “i like mummy”. (i’m recalibrating that word “like” to “love” – understandably, the concept’s a little confusing for him at the moment, especially when barney says/sings the word ‘love’ in such a disposable, wimpy, babyish, and admittedly un-macho, manner. he’s getting there. “like is small, love is BIG”, i tell him. “ok lah, i LOVE mummy,” he says.)

been meaning to post this up a few days ago.

i’d screamed my head off each time she attempted to climb over the back of our new sofa, and also at her brother whom she was imitating. her daddy told me it was no use coz she’d already done this stunt a few times, but only at the point of me capturing this vid that i discovered she really could do it – without harming herself, apparently.

grrrr.

note her “dare-you-to-stop-me” look while she performed the stunt for my benefit, and then gleefully dancing her arms about as she tottered away from me in escape from persecution.

i once overheard an old makcik, a long time ago in my teenage days, loudly warning her young charges who were swinging on railings or whatever – “jangan buat gitu! nanti kau jatuh, kepala kau pecah!” and i remembered thinking, come on, makcik, seriously? break his head? how melodramatic! hyperbolic! exaggerating! coz it seemed ridiculous that a kid, an agile one at that, could drop on his head from swinging on some mere low railings, and have his skull crack open, spilling its bloody content out all over the ground.

but now, many years later and having become a mom, the image has turned into a highly possible (and gory) reality, and the same phrase, which i once scoffed indignantly at in my arrogant youth, is perpetuated on my very own children.

“TURUN! JANGAN BUAT GITU, NANTI KAU JATUH, KEPALA KAU PECAAAAH!”

yes, i have turned into that histrionic makcik after all, in this great, karmic circle of life.

a few things happening here, if you wish to observe:
- lil A, like most kids, especially girls, loves to dance.
- the part where the chicks go “cheep cheep here, cheep cheep there”, she interprets as “cheek cheek”, which is why she pats her cheeks.
- the twisting thing she does with her hands and wrists, that’s her trademark, reserved for songs she likes best.
- like most girls going wild on the dance floor, she gets jeered at by boys, in this case, a bigger boy, and in turn, her silly brother. the bigger boy started it, pointing out her diaper peeking out of her skirt, and the two boys went into hysterics over her diaper showing, for some reason. boys! *rolls eyes* she has no idea why they’re laughing at her, but whatever, maybe she’s hawt (she does have a thing for bigger boys, remember?), so she goes on dancing, oblivious and enjoying the attention. it’s all very paris hilton.
- her “quack quack” action is more like shaving her armpit.
- the girl beside her is older by a few months but she’s got to learn some moooves, man.

i gotta buy more loud nursery rhyme cds.

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so it was adam’s 5th birthday, and his aunt and uncle (no, not us) wanted to surprise him with a party. so sweet of them to throw him one. then again, i think i’d do the same – if i haven’t had kids myself.

he’s not close to me as much as i’d like us to be, but circumstances being so (he’s taken care of by his other grandma and only visits my mum once a week, at most), i hardly get to see him, or his brother, often. sad coz i remember when mum looked after him as a baby, i used to rush home from work, or steal away during lunch time, just so i could play with him, and i’d be all when his parents reached there before me to fetch him home.

and he’s so big now. very smart. very articulate. still shy. i gave him a book entitled “how to talk to girls”. i’m sure his parents won’t let him read it. (yes, he can read.)

the boys who used to fight for attention and toys when they were babies and toddlers, are crazy about each other when they meet. they go into animated chatter and form their own games only they get. i wish for them to keep bonding through the years. imagine them as teenagers! they’d surely cringe at these. *chuckle*

happy 5th, my nephie-poo.

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ok, i couldn’t help adding this. MAUNI MOUSE.

we used to do this on aniq to amuse ourselves, now it’s her turn.

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(purely for recording purposes):
i guess i should note for posterity, like i did the last time with the elder one, that she’s weaned herself off b/f-ing at around 16 mths (11 of which were exclusive). a mean feat? i think so, seeing she wasn’t as much as a guzzler.

guess we both didn’t have the drive to keep going till she turned two years after all. which was just as well, coz the supply had gone dismal, and we’re both happy being independent off each other.

so yeah, no more baby hanging on mah titties! *throws confetti* (though there’s actually little for celebration, as i’ve learnt the last time, re: deflated boobs, slower metabolism, etc.)

OH WELL. bbbffffbbbbffffff.

So we caught G-Force the movie over the weekend, and what can I say – the boy loved it!

And being the impressionable boy that he is, Flo Rida’s Jump is now “my song” to him.

After watching the movie, he is yearning for his own G-Force collectibles. The boy is ready to show some of his G-Move in “The G-Move contest” to earn his own ‘toys’. The contest? You have to create and upload your video doing the G-Move (click here to watch how to do the G-Move by Hurley) to this Facebook page .

Now, check out his G-move. Wade Robson, eat your heart out… :p (pardon his pyjamas, it’s supposed to be bedtime, you know.)

The movie’s 3D special effects were fantastic. It figures, coming from a director who’s a visual-effects veteran with a list of SFX blockbuster hits under his belt such as The Rock and Armageddon. Rodents and debris flying out of the screen – ok not exactly terrifying like the above two movies, but still – neat!

The story is basically about three specially-trained guinea pigs on a mission to save the world, but the team gets thwarted by an FBI agent who totally underestimates the trio, so they end up in a pet shop and… well, let’s not spoil it for you now, shall we?

In all, Aniq and I give it 4 popcorns (or, as he would say it, “pop-tohn”!) out of 5. There are enough thrills and spills in the movie to entertain both the young and the young-at-heart (like, ahem, yours truly).

And there’s even a corny (or, in Aniqspeak, “tohn-ny”) twist at the end, so look out for it. :p

Already open in cinemas and a great movie to watch for the school holidays!

song i heard on the the radio while parking the car. apparently, this was before she was famous, simple

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