Eye Yam She Game

high!

eye yam she game ant twothey eye one two right inn home more nyms, (words that sound alike but have different meanings)

dad mints eye cane right worlds lick disc!

eat ease red dig cool less two odour pee pearl ant sum tink eat ease stew pig, butt eye laugh eat bee cost eat ease sew far knee! ! disc ease sew want the fool ant fare bull less! fer test tick! yew can dew eat two! eye wheel weight four yore right thing!

ok, goat two go! eye knead two kook sum cheek can four mr. high roll, bee cost hour see foot fee niche all rare thee! eye mast go bee four eye gate silly pea. sea yew ladder! dot bee knot tea ant go ship-go ship!

cheque hear two sea moor!

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i am syigim and today i want to write about homonyms.

that means i can write words like this!

it is ridiculous to other people and some think it is stupid but i love it! this is so wonderful and fabulous! fantastic! you can do it too! i will wait for your writing!

ok, got to go! i need to cook some chicken for mr. khairul because our seafood finish already! i must go before i get sleepy! see you later! don't be naughty and gossip-gossip!

check here to see more!

Ready, Set, Write!

let's leave the heat for awhile, and go to one of my passions : writing.

if you love to write, or simply enjoy blabbering with a purpose, or you're just experiencing writer's block or you're doing nothing but refreshing your facebook page - then click here!


one word. that's what you're given. and then you write. don't think. just write anything that comes to your mind about that given word.

oh, and you have to do it in 60 seconds. period.

isn't that fun?! *wink*


this is how the page looks like when you click GO. the one word appear on top, in this case : ALARM. and then you must quickly start writing as the green line would slowly elongate into a sneaky snake that would eat up your time!

and you've only got 60 seconds!

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these are some of the more creative bits i got from people who wrote on the word 'alarm' in 60 seconds. most of them started with "..I hate alarm clocks... I hate waking up to the sound of alarm clock.." it's all the same, and i was glad i wasn't among the majority who wrote the same mundane stuff.

however, i do wish i was as creative as some of the few i read.

i really envy some really creative ones - one on joke, another a sort of ficitional thriller, a cute funny poem and even a definition of the word 'alarm' itself. one even wrote about the word 'alarm' as its other meaning, 'shocked' - as in '..i was alarmed when...' - cool, eh?

mine?

Man that is nasty. What person would invent such a horrible way to wake up. How about a nice kind nudge? That really isn't the way we enter anything in life though is it? It is all a jump, a tear, a push. Build your wings on the way down.
[Corey]

i heard it ringing in my ears. a din compared to the silence that pervaded the testing room. i knew what it signaled. HE had arrived. HE with his entourage was patrolling the campus...looking for me. i was the only one to stop HIM and HE knew it. my heart raced.
[carl shan]

thursday morning....
vaguely remember being drenched by the realization of being awake and water on my face. the fire alarm... the fires raging, my cigarette had done it again.
[Arun Cherian]

it's amazing how people think that alarm can protect their material things. alarm in cars, hi-tech alarm system in homes. well, they don't! most of the time it just wakes up the whole neighbourhood or ppl would just think the car alarm goes off bcoz of some tech prob. nobody cares.
[manggis selambak]

panic, im late for work, have to rush, shower, eat breakfasst, get dressed, rush through traffic, almost get into 3 accidents, get to work park......manager's not there
[Mike]

a sound made, usually from a clock, to wake you up in time for an appointment or other arrangement. it is also a warning signal for either, smoke, burglar's or even airraids this is to save lives and raise awareness.
[Josh]

im alarmed that the charming young girl from last night was harmed while crossing the street by the stoplight its not right but the fright she incurred is absurd it makes me feel afraid like a sheep drawn from the herd... so i prayed.
[dannylee360]

cloudy nights
love and loss
and dangerous knights
happily she adventured

and the alarm went off
[Elizabeth]

His hand slipped just one millimeter and it passed through one of the invisible lasers. The alarm started blaring like one of those ancient air raid warnings, and security guards poured out from all the surrounding doors. The thief had surely been caught. Or had he?
[vish]

no prizes for guessing which one is mine! ok, go on. give it a go. today's word is... i'll go find out!

Chasing Rainbows

found this on the net. syida, thought you might like this.


The Color of Friendship

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel: all claimed that they were the best, the most important, the most useful, the favorite.

GREEN said: “Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees, leaves - without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.”

BLUE interrupted: “You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and, drawn up by the clouds, forms the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing.”

YELLOW chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.”

ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet: “I am the color of health and strength. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges and mangoes. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”

RED could stand it no longer. He shouted out: “I am the ruler of all of you - I am blood - life’s blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”

PURPLE rose up to his full height. He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me - they listen and obey.”

Finally, INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: “Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”

And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening - thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: ” You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me.”

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands. The rain continued: “From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The RAINBOW is a sign of hope for tomorrow.”

And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another...

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i wonder if he knew that i am missing him so much.

The Little Indian Princess

once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived an evil queen named Queen Mig Iggy the IV. Mig Iggy hated spicy food. she decapitated hundreds of her cooks for adding cili padi to her lauk. she hated spices too. she banned all mamak restaurant from her kingdom for not complying with the rules and regulations.


"what's all this curry?! i clearly state that roti canai can only be eaten with sugar! sugar, i say!" and "off with his head!" she was so cruel that she always smiles when passing sentences. she also ordered all chilli sauce to be confiscated from spinneys and lulu hypermart; leaving only tomato ketchup on the shelves.

the mexican eatery Chillis was also adviced to change its name to Tomatoes.


meanwhile, a pheasant boy name kahfi tried to tell the other kampung folks that the queen's actions were wrong, and the sanctity of cili padi should be saved! unfortunately the adults were too scared to do anything for fear of being sentenced under ISA, (the Internal Sambal Act).

kahfi vowed to do something about this grave situation. he refused to grow up in a world where nasi lemak is eaten with marinara sauce, rendang tastes sweet while sambal belacan is just a picture you see in a museum of ancient history!

kahfi then started his journey to find someone who can help him fight the evil queen Mig Iggy. he trudged across the land and arrived at a neigbouring kingdom called Popadom. the kingdom of Popadom was governed by a great and humble King Radha with his beautiful wife Queen Sreeja. the royal couple just had a pretty daughter, Princess Rajsree.

princess rajsree was a cute little indian princess who enjoyed evening walks by the river while collecting bunga kuntum. she also loved wearing earrings and anklets.


kahfi and princess rajsree instantly became good friends. kahfi told the princess all about the evil deeds of his queen. princess rajsree was very angry. the kingdom of Popadom was known as the kingdom of spices. the rakyat there all loved spicy food. as princess of Popadom, she must stop the queen's evil plan to banish all sambal and spices from this world!

princess rajsree's eyes twinkled. she believed that babies have a way to look at an adult with their dooey eye and the adult would immediately be under their spell.

"we have to join forces, kahfi! it is the only way! if my single stare can get me milk all the time, imagine what it would do if both of us do it!" the little indian princess said, in a thick indian accent.

"hey, yeah! mine too!" kahfi agreed.

"let's go then!"


so kahfi and rajsree went to the queen and demanded that she stopped all this tak-makan-pedas nonsense at once. the queen laughed like rosnah mat aris on prozac and ordered the guards to throw them into the dungeon where they would be forced to watch movies by razak mohaideen over and over and over again. that's worse than the gas chambers!

"now, kahfi! it's now or never!" said princess rajsree. the two determined kids stared at the queen with their super-adorable eyes until the evil queen turned mushy with their awesome cuteness.

"i......can't......look......away.....! awwwww......." with that the evil queen was vanquished.


she turned into a law-abiding citizen who would scold people who uses handphone while driving and cries when they don't use signal when turning at a junction. currently she can be seen blogging somewhere around dubai marina.

the kingdom was at peace, thanks to the little indian princess. the rakyat was so thankful that the pheasant boy kahfi was made king. King Kahfi's father, mr. khairul was made prime minister of Popadom. in history, he was named 'bapak kepedasan' for bringing up a boy who saved their kingdom from the sambal-hating queen.

they lived happily ever after.

the end.

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disclaimer: i really tak tahan pedas but i can't imagine nasi lemak without sambal. i love roti canai with curry. i absolutely adore chillis. and i can't get enough of indian/mamak food. just to clear that up. *smile*

mr. khairul's staff radha had a child-naming ceremony at home for their second kid, and celebrated it with a vege makan-makan at one of the hotels in bur dubai. congrats for the newborn! rahul, take care of your baby sister, okay?

afterwards we went to central perk, mirdiff (kak linda, wanted to call you but it was already nearing 10pm kang ngamuk pulak kaco kak linda hihi). mr. khairul had a meeting with a doc based in abu dhabi. he's a malaysian, yet i am pleasantly shocked to see that his name card bears the eagle emblem...

man!

Curious About Mr. Button

it is so sad. and wonderful.

it is about time.
love.
life.
and death.
things that last. and things that fade away.
patience.
sacrifice.
faith.
love.
unconditional love.
ageless love.
timeless love.
love.


i just finished watching 'the curious case of benjamin button' just seconds ago, and could not help switching on my notebook to jot down my thoughts - pardon my insipid words tonight - for i wish to etch any thoughts i have and immediate emotions the movie had affect me, while it is still fresh in my memory.

did you cry watching the movie?
interesting to note that the only two times that i cried during the movie was the very first few minutes into the movie, and the few minutes before it ends.

it was when a father found his newborn so grotesque, that he had to get rid of it, so ferociously full of hatred, humiliation and disappointment of his own flesh and blood - and to think that a young unmarried woman of another color - had a bigger place in her heart for that child, and took him into her care instead.

and it was when love had endured time - a woman needs only to be with the man she loves, to be by his side - in sickness and in health in the truest sense - that man, who could not even say her name, let alone remember who she was, and what they had gone through together. that man, who needs taking care of, when she herself aged.

i can still see the look of absolute content and relief, as young benjamin button, all snug like a bug in a rug, in the arms of the woman who truly loves him, closes his eyes, and passes from this world.

i have more thoughts on the movie. storyline. technical stuff. scenes. characters. the ending. mr. khairul didn't watch till the end. at the time of writing, his snores near obliterate my thoughts - so i shall stop here, while the magic of benjamin button still moves and touches me.

brad pitt
and brad...what a guy. from the sexy vampire louis, dull fbi agent in 'se7en' to the madman in 'twelve monkeys'. then a cool lawyer in 'sleepers', a rough tough psycho tyler durden in 'fight club' and the smart-ass conman in the 'ocean' series.

and any fan of f.r.i.e.n.d.s won't forget his memorable appearance in the show as monica and ross' very fat friend. also, he was the very reason why i never get bored watching the animated movie 'sinbad' - as he voiced the title character.

and now he placed another feather in the cap, another challenging character played so convincingly - as the man who aged backwards. benjamin button.

an incredible talent, in that incredible body.

sigh. (sorry honey! ha ha lost in my thoughts there..)



the short story
if the movie is fantastic, the short story it was adapted from should be 10 times better. this morning i read the short story by francis scott fitzgerald which inspired the movie. benjamin buttons in both the story and movie are quite different, in many ways! for starters, in the book, benjamin button could speak as soon as he was born - "are you my father?" were his first words.

while brad pitt's benjamin button is endearing and charming in his innocence, while we fell in love with his emotional journey through life, while we cheered him on, in his pursuit of happiness and while we cried heavily on his unusual demise -

the actual benjamin button in the book is far from endearing. quite loathsome, really! he was born as an actual old man, complete with white hair and grey beard. was raised by his father who insists he acts his age. he refuses to be treated like a child, playing with rattles and toy soldier only by the urging of his father - otherwise enjoys reading encylopedia and spending time chatting with his grandfather, even smokes cigar!

his love story begins as sweet and lovely as brad pitt's button's with his 'daisy' - he falls in love instantly with 'hildegarde' and adores her dearly - but after he marries, he continues to party, celebrating his youthfulness while his aging wife looks on. he slowly can't stand being seen with her and uses college and war as an excuse to be away. what a jerk!

he then attends harvard - 10 years after his own son had graduated from - has the best few years - king of football and in class - then senior year comes, when he looks 14 - cannot even play for college because of his frailty and classes seem to be getting more and more difficult.

as he goes through these challenges while getting younger and losing respect from people around him, i feel he deserves it after what he has done to his wife.

as he grows even much younger he ends up seeking pity from his own son, roscoe, who hates him - and who insists he calls him 'uncle' for fear of shame since his father looks like a little boy. he finally is sent to kindergarten with roscoe's son, but as his grandson proceeds to higher level, benjamin stays in kindergarten for 3 years, until he is taken out because he cannot seem to understand simple instructions anymore.

here, i start to pity him.

finally, his nurse, nana takes care of him, teaching simple words like 'elephant'. he can't remember anything anymore. jumping on bed excites him. it ends with a description of his 'little world' in a white crib and how everything - past memories, present life, even 'the sweet aroma of milk' slowly disappears from his mind to simply light and darkness - and then there are only darkness.

wonderful, dramatic writing. easy reading with usage of simple words and straightforward yet vivid description. give a try. it's a short story easily read in one sitting - wouldn't take more than 30 minutes of your time. click here to read!

well, one thing that is certainly similar - both ending brings tears to my eyes! call me weird but i gotta switch on f.r.i.en.d.s 'the one with the rumor' so that i can see brad pitt in a happy mode.

tsk! tsk!

Haiqal Turns 7

happy birthday, haiqal!

who is haiqal?

• my nephew
• my eldest sister's eldest son
• my abah's first grandson
• he's the only one whom my mak took care of when yong went to work - very, very manja with my mak!

and now he's a young man at 7! all grown up and off to standard 1, learning taekwando, was chosen for a reading performance of a rather difficult piece in the english language and winning an award for best behaviour, an anugerah sahsiah terbaik or something.

have the funnest birthday celebration, haiqal. khaleef and kahfi tak sabar nak jumpa dengan abang!

for a wacky birthday present, just enjoy these shots, taken somewhere in 2007, when we lepak at abah's house in ipoh for a fun weekend.

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on another note, i received a rather chatty visitor today. all the way from malaysia, she came to doha initially to visit a relative. then she flew here to jalan-jalan, and going to oman next for more jalan-jalan! i call her kak yong mislia and she is yong's sister in law. a fun person with endless stories to share, she brought me packets of keropok ikan. yum!

she talked about her many 'adventures' in her many trips to numerous places. she's really a resourceful traveller - independent and ready to walk a mile to gain fresh experience and meet new people. she also doesn't mind spending the extra money in return for a priceless journey to another country.

she said she's already 'in love' with dubai marina, saying that it's definitely the 'new york of middle east'. she even called yong just to shout, "syimee!!! dubai marina cantiknyaaaa!!!" she said she really enjoyed 'the walk', and vowed that on her next trip to dubai marina, she would wear her sneakers instead, and really 'walk' from one end to the other.

that's a real traveller!

kak yong mislia pictured here with haiqal's youngest sister, the chubby wubby husna born a few months before kahfi

thank you for the keropok and your fun, warm presence. kalau singgah dubai lagi do visit us again! i know you will definitely come back to dubai marina, right?

Migiys Won the War

wrote this piece when i was in form 4 - the honeymoon year - too much time, too much fun, too much imagination! i revamped the story and handed it in as one of the weekly assignments in prose 101 during my matriculation year.

the clouds of methane began to spread beyond the open space to reveal the planets' bright green moons, oonka and boonka. worms with eight wings and udders flew gracefully over, casting a shadow on the gasoline lake. mountains stood high above others, spitting fireballs, which explodes into fireworks when they hit the lake. down under, the ground shakes. the pale purple sky hangs dimly above the assembling grounds of planet Migiys.


truly a wondrous sight!

a deafening silence seemed to be pressing on each of the Migiys when Lord of the Migiys stepped into the open space to join the pack. even the RTM crew (Radio Television Migiys) was there to do a coverage on this historic event. the Migiys had been assembling since the announcement of a new mission : to conquer the universe. only one question was in their antennaes - who would be assigned on this most dangerous journey for their civilization?


a few years before, the Migiys sent the maiden mission to conquer the universe but they never returned. another mission was launched soon after and this time they returned, only to be zapped by a laser beam and annihilated forever as a result of their sheer stupidity - for they had conquered No-Ta-Thing, a planet which has completely - nothing.

these failed missions never reached the antennas of the public. it remained for many a years a myth or camp-site stories told by elders to amuse the young. it is Migiys' government policy to deny everything. if word gets out of the failed missions, it would mean a universal embarassment to Lord of the Migiys in particular which in turn would mean abdication of the throne and having to sell apam balik for the rest of his life.

a commotion rose among the Migiys, which died down when 12 selected Migiys in their spacesuits joined the Lord of the Migiys. the young astronouts would head towards the third rock from the sun.


"our biologists have discovered that earthlings are esily prone to our freako-wacko techy weapons according to the molecular structure of their body. with this assurance, i believe we would be accomplishing something valuable from the green planet. my fellow subjects, behold! the universe will be ours!"

cheers soared. hands, gills and tentacles clapped thunderously with approval. tales of failed missions or secret government conspiracies were far from their minds. the astronouts catwalked to the spaceship and waved goodbye.

five...four...three...two...

blast-off!

ninety billion light years later, on planet Earth, Asia, Malaysia, Perak, Ipoh. the camera spans towards a certain playground.

a little girl was running to a swing, laughing. then she stopped. she felt a tingling sensation inside her nostrils.
she sneezed.
and sneezed again. and again. she did not feel too good.


the virus has entered. the Migiys won the war.
mission accomplished.

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Sindebola in Dubai Marina

once upon a time, in Dubai Marina, neighbour to the land of Kay, lived a poor boy named Sindebola who lived with his stepmother and two step-brothers. he was called Sindebola as he well, obviously - no, it's not what you're thinking - not because of his love for bola, and no, not because his head is shaped like one - it's because his mother had him when his dad went to see AC Milan vs Hamburg.

anyway, it was a sad life for poor Sindebola, for he was forced to do so many house chores. even during his favorite cartoon, ben10.


when they were not looking, he would make funny faces to jeer his stepmother and stepbrothers. nyeh nyeh nyeh. bleh. bluwek. pbbhhtt! - among others. and another one that we could not publish here. this posting is rated U - sesuai untuk tontonan seisi keluarga.


day in, day out, he was ordered to make breakfast (burnt toast and sneeze muffin), wash the dishes (2 plates, 3 cups and one glass broken), water the plants (time untuk main air) and feed the cat (with stepmother's pet goldfish). however his stepmother's favorite chore for him was mopping the floor. it was always mop this mop that. "mop the kitchen, sindebola. mop the hall, sindebola. mop my head, sindebola." it was a busy day, everyday. he was made to work even when he's sleepy. sometimes, even when he is sleeping - he had learned sleepwalking!


to pass the time and curi tulang, he enjoyed singing his favorite song, ketulusan hati by his real mother's favorite singer, anuar zain. he would sing his heart out until someone threw banana peel and shawarma wrapper across the lawn and shout, "oii bising!" he did not care. lantak engkau, he would say. kepala hotak engkau, they would reply. and yet, his heart will go on.


on quiet days, he dreamed about being rescued by a princess in shining armour. a beautiful princess that looks as sweet as miss strawberry shortcake, and as hot as that chick from high school musical, who would swoop him off his feet, kick ass and likes ben10 - they would ride together on a magic mop (what do you expect from someone who spends all his day doing nothing but mop the floor?) towards the horizon, and lived happily ever after.

he is still waiting. with his mop.

anyone?

p/s: many thanks to syayang mak, khaleef for the pose. he's pictured here moping the floor of our new home in dubai marina.

A Tale From the Land of Kay : Brotherly Love

once upon a time, in a faraway land where McD is the staple food and not listening to anuar zain was an offence, a young prince was born. he was named Prince Kahfi. he had a brother named Prince Khaleef, the heir to the throne of Kay. Prince Khaleef was spoilt and selfish - and threw his lego parts out the palace window in his spare time. he did not like his new brother one tiny bit.

but then, one winter morning something historical happened when they were left alone in the king's carriage. it was enough that Prince Kahfi had now taken over the entire section of the passenger seat (which used to be the place where Prince Khaleef jumped around and do amature somersault), he had to be content in sitting in front, strapped to a seat-belt! it was the ultimate humliation to be confined as such! that just won't do!


just when Prince Khaleef was contemplating a remedy to his unfortunate situation of not being the baby anymore, he heard a cry. it started soft; a squeeky whine coming from the tiny bundle. Prince Khaleef looked on nonchalantly, unmoved by the sound. secretly he was reciting a spell to turn his brother into a lego set. then it became louder and sharper, in a crescendo.

"cry all you want - see if i care.." Prince Khaleef was too sleepy. he had missed his morning dose of mickey mouse clubhouse and was moody and pissed off. the crying continued and persisted. finally Prince Kahfi opened his mouth loud enough and the loudest scream escaped his lungs.

something in the ultimate scream triggered a small part of Prince Khaleef. he hated to admit it, he was feeling a little sorry - sorry that he did not have any earmuffs to block the annoying sound! he tried to think of ways to shut Prince Kahfi up. it was done purely out of selfishness. he was getting tired of hearing all that racket!

and then he found his old fluffy ball!


"hmm. this is my ball. mine. not yours. belonged to me. i am the owner. but i think it would keep you busy enough to stop making that awful noise." Prince Khaleef stared at his ball and was hesistant a bit to let Prince Kahfi have it.

"wait, i think there's a little bit of dust here. i wouldn't want you...to...you know...sneeze or anything.." and then he realized what he just said - "..wait, i'm not supposed to care! here! go ahead, take it - i'll tell mom and dad you snatched it from me!"

Prince Khaleef had wanted to share his toy! sharing is one of those things that used to be an alien thing in Prince Khaleef's life, and Prince Kahfi had brought out that trait from him.

Prince Khaleef handed over the ball and still Prince Kahfi cried.


argh!

Prince Khaleef was out of ideas! he finally whispered loudly - "fine! you listen here, you little punk. i've figured it out and i'm gonna do something i've never done before. i'll do it this one and final time only! and you have to stop this ruckus ok!" Prince Khaleef looked left and right, making sure no one was watching.

"..and i am warning you, do not - i repeat DO NOT repeat this to anyone. not even mom and dad. this never happened. i never did anything, capisce?"

Prince Kahfi was not listening. he was busy ook eek-ing.

Prince Khaleef looked around one last time - and plant a soft peck on Prince Kahfi's forehead. he kissed his little brother. it was the most endearing thing he had ever done in his life for anyone.

something magical happened. Prince Khaleef felt...strange. but wonderful.

..and Prince Kahfi stopped crying!


"i love you, little brother." Prince Khaleef was slowly falling into a pleasant sleep. "you know i've always loved you.."

yawn! and they slept together, side by side. and so it was in the land of Kay, the two brothers united in love and care on the wonderful day of maal hijrah, living happily ever after.

may this new year brings us closer to friends and families; mending ties and strengthens bonds!

Big Bro Khaleef meets Little Kahfi

Khaleef welcomes a brother into the world at precisely 01.44am dubai time on the 23rd of december 2008 in dubai hospital. The cutest thing was he pointed at my tummy and asked, "..baby where?"

* months before Kahfi came, we prepared Khaleef by just pointing to my buldging tummy and asked, "who's this?" Khaleef would answer, "..ni baby" then i would point to him, and ask the same question, and he would proudly say, "..ni abang!"

and then they met.

mr khairul took Kahfi and put him in my arms. Khaleef looked curiously. amazed-curiously. Kahfi immediately opened his eyes and made eek-ook sounds, while Khaleef looked on.

"diorang tgh communicate tu.." mr khairul said. it was the cutest moment in a life of a mom and dad.

Khaleef proceeded to observe Kahfi for a second before saying, "hello baby.." and then the excitement grew. he approached closer and was very amused with Kahfi's features that he decided to name the parts - "ni babynye nose. ni babynye mouth.." and then Khaleef poked Kahfi's closed eyelid! "ni, ni babynye eyes.." hey! both of us freaked out and cautioned him to be 'gentle' with Kahfi.

"kalo dah 3 tahun nanti bole la ko terajang dia.." mr khairul and his 'brotherly-love' talk.

Khaleef continued to 'experiment' with Kahfi - touching his fingers, his forehead - gently now - and then plant a kiss on Kahfi's forehead. Khaleef's smile when he did that tells all - he's gonna be a wonderful brother. abusive, of course. bullying, definitely, cari gaduh and berebut toys, sudah semestinya - but wonderful.

sigh.

now i have two boys!

Khaleef Khairul and Kahfi Khairul - play nice and be good boys, ok!