tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331367582024-03-07T11:51:12.643+08:00Jayden's NookUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-70709049658711120692012-09-12T11:27:00.002+08:002012-09-12T11:27:18.408+08:00Me@ <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="big" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">6 years, 5 months, 18 days</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"> </span><br />
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" I want to buy a new dadi. Dadi cannot go to work!"<br />
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After a few rounds of that I got pissed and went to my mac and googled for "MAN" images and I told him...<br />
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"OKAY, choose your dadi from here okay? See which one you want and you just click la. See can buy or not"<br />
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And he really did scroll and looked at every picture.<br />
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O.o<br />
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and then as he scroll lower, he can see man with blue face, purple face, funny and scarry faces, he clicked and clicked and went to type THOMAS TRAIN at the google search box.<br />
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Guess he think that his dadi is still the best and gave up searching.<br />
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:PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-54083244405748383192010-08-02T18:19:00.000+08:002010-08-02T18:19:12.766+08:00So buy new one?I was telling him the story about Hansel & Gretel the other night, and ...<br />
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Me:so... Hansel and Gretel reached home and say the papa. The papa was so happy that the kids came home and told them Your Stepmother died last week. No one will ever break us apart now! THE END...<br />
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Jayden: Oh....so the papa gotto go and buy a new step mother lor?<br />
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Me: O.o aiyoh not buy la.. go find la.<br />
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Jayden: find from where?<br />
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Me: errr just walk walk around see then like then boy friend girlfriend and get married then become step mother la.<br />
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Then....<br />
Jayden: mami mami what are you doing?<br />
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Me: aiyoh I'm having headache la..going to die edi.<br />
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Jayden: Oh when mami die ohdi, dadi will go and buy a new stepmother for me and titi.<br />
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Me: O.oUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-65442250623861596192010-06-30T21:28:00.000+08:002010-06-30T21:28:53.653+08:00His Art<div style="text-align: center;">His first class he did this...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4749017638_0b2c6037d7_o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4098/4749017638_0b2c6037d7_o.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bumble Bee</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And his 2nd class he did this..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGEhO2EZ9xuBFJGElUhDMFTFJuPJ3OLN4rMxpt1wrGc6_fxAaTgA3ohtRZfy9HTkKRq1SEFX-PsPDeCOQhmu7sEronRidkTkdQLA2-KF7anTz_HsX_5mOz5rktusdd_cCCNrh/s1600/DSC_0664small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGEhO2EZ9xuBFJGElUhDMFTFJuPJ3OLN4rMxpt1wrGc6_fxAaTgA3ohtRZfy9HTkKRq1SEFX-PsPDeCOQhmu7sEronRidkTkdQLA2-KF7anTz_HsX_5mOz5rktusdd_cCCNrh/s320/DSC_0664small.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The theme was "Girls dress in fruit attire party".</div><div style="text-align: center;">He did it all by himself. I'm a proud mami :D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Took this video while they are playing at at the playground. You can see that they love each other very much and how the kor kor entertains his lil brother. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-81673662330988965152010-06-01T17:50:00.002+08:002010-06-01T17:53:05.302+08:00Give him one of each alphabet and..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53mb5f9fEvfyx4k4pqRM1HFU2p0O5LBnWscRopTDg4PUTU5erfJuaQ-xO5sPb2Qx0LnjeynuouZABjY6uV-HvROCZWSsZgp38nUiIIGBQxz8bfLeLV-ZX3BpqO-EB0AJjAUm2/s1600/30052010642+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53mb5f9fEvfyx4k4pqRM1HFU2p0O5LBnWscRopTDg4PUTU5erfJuaQ-xO5sPb2Qx0LnjeynuouZABjY6uV-HvROCZWSsZgp38nUiIIGBQxz8bfLeLV-ZX3BpqO-EB0AJjAUm2/s400/30052010642+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477740606241033810" /></a><br /><br />he built these words. If he has the full set (cos some is missing like I, U and some others) i bet he can make more words from it.<br /><br />Jayden, sometimes you really surprise us!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-17785338339995358122010-06-01T17:43:00.002+08:002010-06-01T17:50:14.251+08:00His First Arts And Craft ClassSince his dadi says he is happy that his son played with paint on the floor, I took the opportunity to sign him up at the art class near our house. There, go and mess the centre up but not my house!<br /><br />There were only 3 student including him in that centre cos it was weekday. I left him there for about 1.5 hours and he presented this to me. He told me "Mami, the teacher spoil the spoon!". hehe they used plastic spoon and also cloth peg wire to create the beetle. Although teacher helped him with this art, I'm happy. Cos, he messed the centre, not my house!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Zk8LeaOGRBAbCVsWobps1qLr4wIfAY5SGm8iGUseXZOdL9dgExXFzg883fFAY7KenOfUMSSgmI2Krmi-v0Cz7UCJWWuMluxxu8BMt6LSyYzXxFhqcQV1MWMfpkuxArO0PEDD/s1600/21052010636+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Zk8LeaOGRBAbCVsWobps1qLr4wIfAY5SGm8iGUseXZOdL9dgExXFzg883fFAY7KenOfUMSSgmI2Krmi-v0Cz7UCJWWuMluxxu8BMt6LSyYzXxFhqcQV1MWMfpkuxArO0PEDD/s400/21052010636+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477739337112225522" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-2972240670206832262010-05-27T12:00:00.000+08:002010-05-27T12:00:02.651+08:00Mami Your Nen Nen is ...One day he just went :<br /><br />JD: Mami, your nen nen is so big.<br />Me: Ah? hahhahaha then how about dadi?<br />Jd: Dadi nen nen is MEDIUM size.<br />Me: Medium? hahahhaha then yours leh<br />Jd: My nen nen and titi's nen nen is small size.<br /><br />Muahahhahahahah the things he say can really make ppl pengsan. Well finally my size is the biggest...compared to small kids and a man!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-26257248548428125782010-05-25T17:40:00.001+08:002010-05-25T17:40:18.696+08:00NoooooooOOOOOOOOooooo MomentsAt the coffee Shop:<br /><br />JD: Mami look!<br />Me: what whatt?<br />JD: FAT! *point at the woman right in front of our table*<br />Me: No!<br />JD: YES! THIS IS CALLED FAT!<br />Me: *whisper* NoooooOOOoooooooOOOooooo don't say that! oh my god....<br />JD: Yes, its<br />Me: Ok. Keep quiet. Don't say edi ah...<br />And the woman was looking for place, didnt hear him. Thank god..<br /><br />JD: Mami u look!<br />Me: *oh no what again?*<br />JD: That koong kooong never brush teeth *pointing at the man that looks like this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwn1x3LosV1qak59uo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwn1x3LosV1qak59uo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a href="http://totallyrandompics.com/post/361312451/old-man-smiling-no-teeth"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pic Source</span></i></a>*<br />Me: aiyoh nooOOOoooooOOOo dun say like that.<br />Jd: he never brush teeth so his teeth all fall out edi.<br />Me: *cover his mouth and whispered to him* jayden, you cannot say like this right in front of ppl. Its very..<br />Jd: *mumble* rude.<br />Me: yes... if u wanna say then you whisper like me or you go into the car then only you tell okay?<br />Jd: *nod and whisper* he never brush his teeth..........<br />Me: *pengsan*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-9368992301876102632010-05-25T17:38:00.000+08:002010-05-25T17:39:14.425+08:00Mother's Day CardI saw people posted cards from the kids after they got home from school. So I thought ..eh.. maybe I have one too like every year? So I went and searched his bag and true enough, there was a card.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaVj0ztihYp02OlKFk2Nx01yzrWlhGxYbCaquo_ny-aQv8TJSB4AKNA1mWbF3pj3Q-P8feW2fZ7-EDcOjZBDPLd0AQgmbHcW646MVRMjsldt0G86-pYhmpT8mngLpFRn256ho/s1600/07052010535s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLaVj0ztihYp02OlKFk2Nx01yzrWlhGxYbCaquo_ny-aQv8TJSB4AKNA1mWbF3pj3Q-P8feW2fZ7-EDcOjZBDPLd0AQgmbHcW646MVRMjsldt0G86-pYhmpT8mngLpFRn256ho/s400/07052010535s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469513076803289154" /></a><br />The outside..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1ZkmaCpEHioCOIQSjU-OYNnhgxMHE9MAegSVuFiKSVnTvpHFJ85iuJvrI-WeynliFOQbOLrW4lwTk-JOhMLZB-wpqb6tDhZKbU9YwLbDvXUF800SuBbzcDVmz4yPJnwuzr1O/s1600/07052010537s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1ZkmaCpEHioCOIQSjU-OYNnhgxMHE9MAegSVuFiKSVnTvpHFJ85iuJvrI-WeynliFOQbOLrW4lwTk-JOhMLZB-wpqb6tDhZKbU9YwLbDvXUF800SuBbzcDVmz4yPJnwuzr1O/s400/07052010537s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469513153239056306" /></a><br />and inside..<br /><br />so I took a pic of the card and his dad came home. Of course I need to show off la. Then Jayden woke up and I pretended that I didn't know a thing about this card but I asked his dad to asked him if he has anything for mother's day. He quickly ran down to his school bag and searched for it. He came up and said<b><i> "IT'S MISSING!" </i></b>Then his dad passed the card to him and he quickly ran to me....<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: Mami Mami.. I have something for you....</span><br />Me: Oh.. what is it? *SIBEH PANDAI ACTING ME....*<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: It's a Mother's day card for you...</span><br />Me: Oh.. It's so nice. Thank you *kiss kiss*<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: *Paiseh* ........Mami.....?</span><br />Me: Yeah babe?<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: ..................... I need to sing a song </span><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">AH</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">! (Suddenly learnt the slang AH! from school but its damn hilarious, the way he used it.)</span><br />Me: Sing song <span style="font-style:italic;">AH!</span>? Awwww..... okok you sing la..<br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">V</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">E</span> YOU.............YOU <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">V</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">E</span> ME..........WE ARE A HAPPY FAMILY.. WITH A GREAT BIG HUG *HUG* and a kiss *kiss* from me to you.. Won't you say you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">L</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">O</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">V</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">E </span>me TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... Happy Mother's day Mami..</span></b><br />Me: *sniff* Thank you baby....did teacher Chong asked you to sing this song?<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">JD: Y-E-S, YES!</span><br /><br />I can say.. his teacher really did a good job. Preparing the card and also added something extra.. teaching and reminding them to sing a song to the mother. But today I asked one of the parent.. she said her son never sing to her :S So, did the teacher taught him or he sing himself? I really got no idea.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-35293403482636558872010-05-20T09:39:00.003+08:002010-05-20T10:17:55.964+08:00First ExcursionHe went on his first school excursion to Polar Ice Cream Factory and Beryls Chocolate Factory last week. At first when I told him, I thought that he would say NO, I don't want to go. That's his usual answer for everything if he is going alone. But, surprisingly he told me YES! This is his 3rd year in this school but his first excursion cos we felt that he is not ready last 2 years. This year, he is very ready.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4i-JIERUAimiI-StOwkObAQInKiZrs4hefZEjGJU8rJL1NiuHaLx3NfMKh_GzRuTPJFy82Jz7eLUNGHSNZ9n3c9KufJPFM0moLH2Y7sUFIfyheHBPA9z93vFRcaCVIesP-If/s1600/14052010579.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf4i-JIERUAimiI-StOwkObAQInKiZrs4hefZEjGJU8rJL1NiuHaLx3NfMKh_GzRuTPJFy82Jz7eLUNGHSNZ9n3c9KufJPFM0moLH2Y7sUFIfyheHBPA9z93vFRcaCVIesP-If/s400/14052010579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473162455661139410" /></a><br /><br />He walked up to the buss and chose a place to sit. He just gave me a quick glimpse and refused to look at me for another picture. I went up to the bus to take his picture and he actually avoided me thinking that I went up to bring him down. :(<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="220" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=3f2a81e039&photo_id=4623277718"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=3f2a81e039&photo_id=4623277718" height="220" width="400"></embed></object><br />This is him when he got back rom the trip. <br /><br />I must say he is growing so fast.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-11320811533144298802010-05-05T13:54:00.001+08:002010-05-05T13:57:09.149+08:00Look Mami, I'm Mr Bean!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK3KxQSvDxjjF8tABVThVuGJkJgqG0UkgJ5-dJuSudDcC5fHcYsETo-Wf3AdTQZnaPxB8yCiG3tYg18i27IgkDZNMCASMaGwxC4pNPgh4RJKa4SAkxgCyGbo6TD-UbEDSyQVll/s1600/jaydenbean.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK3KxQSvDxjjF8tABVThVuGJkJgqG0UkgJ5-dJuSudDcC5fHcYsETo-Wf3AdTQZnaPxB8yCiG3tYg18i27IgkDZNMCASMaGwxC4pNPgh4RJKa4SAkxgCyGbo6TD-UbEDSyQVll/s400/jaydenbean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467660480521568514" /></a><br /><br />He was getting dressed for his playground day today and he said to me "Look mami! I am Mr Bean!".<br /><br />He tucked in his t shirt and pulled his pants way too high and posed for me.<br /><br />hahaahahha what else? Take picture <span style="font-style:italic;">lah!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-77117066858777304072010-05-03T13:20:00.003+08:002010-05-03T13:27:26.018+08:00wait....In the shopping mall after Jayden had a sarsi drink...<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Me: Jayden do you want to go shee shee first ?</span><br /><br />Jd: Wait.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Me: Wait what?</span><br /><br />Jd: wait for the sarsi to go to the bum bum first.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Me: O_o</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-8698876457068512502010-05-03T13:13:00.003+08:002010-05-03T13:18:31.329+08:00Too early to find outIn the car...<br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Jd: Mami I want to hold your hand.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Me: Awww okay.... * hold hands with JD* baby.. next time when you're a big boy and you have a girlfriend, will you still hold mami's hand?</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Jd: NOPE.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Dadi: Wahaahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahaha *choke Choke* hahhahahahahha *choke Choke* hahahhahahahahahhah</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Me: O_o</span><br /><br /><br />*sigh* I know.. its the fact that THAT will happen in the future. But its too early to find out right? He is only 4 years old...<br /><br />*siiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggghhhhhh*Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-3459311674934647902010-04-23T18:45:00.002+08:002010-04-23T18:54:19.054+08:00A visit to his classroomNormally his dadi will drive him to school and I will pick him up. So I hardly get to go into his classroom or even talk to his teacher. So sometimes I'll drive him to school and talk to the teacher about his progress. So one day while we're in his class, he showed me his artwork.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965917/" title="16042010417 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4544965917_edbfd67d1b_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010417" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965875/" title="16042010418 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4544965875_4bf191ef35_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010418" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965839/" title="16042010419 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4544965839_1bfaeca33e_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010419" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965791/" title="16042010423 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4544965791_94e6dc54f1_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010423" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965729/" title="16042010416 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4544965729_b735f99b96_o.jpg" width="307" height="230" alt="16042010416" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544965681/" title="16042010420 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4544965681_e5b5975bc4_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010420" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4545598292/" title="16042010422 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4545598292_6477b3f9d3_o.jpg" width="307" height="410" alt="16042010422" /></a><br /><br />One by one.. he showed me. And he also showed me his friend's artwork. *very tiring to hear the names one by one*<br /><br />And do you notice its very neat? He did it all himself.. surprise surprise. Ever since he is taught by Teacher Chong, he changed tremendously. I can say he adore this very strict teacher. (even his dadi is scared of her. Always telling me - Teacher Chong doesn't like her students to be late :S ) He really respect this teacher and he is extremely obedient in school. Even if I wave my hand and ask him to come to me, he wouldn't do so until teacher Chong say "Come Jayden" ,hold his hand and bring him to the gate and pass him to me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-57804386729438112222010-04-23T15:13:00.002+08:002010-04-23T15:31:08.467+08:00His writtingHis teacher commented that he has problem with writting, ie holding pencil method, no strength to hold the pencil and also lack of confidence, we're trying to guide him whenever we can to encourage him to write. After a few days, he improved.<br /><br />One day he just kept going in and out of my working room and then he told me.. mami look!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4544733979/" title="jaydenswritting by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4544733979_2b7aa2561b.jpg" width="331" height="500" alt="jaydenswritting" /></a><br /><br />And he asked me to take pic of his writting. "Mami Hurry! Take picture!"<br /><br />I think he is very proud of his own writting and being his mom, I am too very proud of him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-69188632039396034982010-04-13T12:58:00.002+08:002010-04-13T13:03:08.443+08:00More kwai lowe than a kwai loweHe can't speak Cantonese and when he speaks he speaks worst slang than a kwai lowe. Haha<br />Tried to teach him simple cantonese like "por por lei hou mou? " as in how are you por por?" And he ended up asking "Por Por Lei hou mou? " As in por por you are very hairy. hahahaha<br /><br />But he is better with Bahasa but still he speaks with a slang. That day he asked "where is dadi". I said " Dadi went to alor star" and he said " AYOR STAR". After a while it became AWOR STAR. Haha<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="327" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=9491162142&photo_id=4516539265"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=9491162142&photo_id=4516539265" height="327" width="400"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-28791827415604304722010-03-24T14:14:00.002+08:002010-03-24T14:18:49.031+08:00eat, sleep, bath, pee and poo withhis trains....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgutkfahXCMOV9RQRwvmvuE6uT0p-6c8rfUHKmlsU_HGTncRokh7U9N2wJBedAHOXThRsh-GdwMAbhCnJ4EJldHiEjQ_0qBhSKW8_lhAz-m6lUXvNowDigKqULK_m6QjGcpYp1/s1600/18032010311.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgutkfahXCMOV9RQRwvmvuE6uT0p-6c8rfUHKmlsU_HGTncRokh7U9N2wJBedAHOXThRsh-GdwMAbhCnJ4EJldHiEjQ_0qBhSKW8_lhAz-m6lUXvNowDigKqULK_m6QjGcpYp1/s400/18032010311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452080233784283154" /></a><br />Sleeping with his new train Rosie and his fav Thomas<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2E66CZ4_mGChCDOxGg_p0-_Stuy_cF_w0JCsEcn7lHGMW9gJPIzBD3I7hUj2_m67yiONBIaTSpSP2_n3g6AhoHV2vifantk5z0UFEOOoPLC3AwjWr5rcucQ1DQ2AwtPJtloL/s1600/18032010321.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO2E66CZ4_mGChCDOxGg_p0-_Stuy_cF_w0JCsEcn7lHGMW9gJPIzBD3I7hUj2_m67yiONBIaTSpSP2_n3g6AhoHV2vifantk5z0UFEOOoPLC3AwjWr5rcucQ1DQ2AwtPJtloL/s400/18032010321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452080422390121282" /></a><br />Sleeping on the table before dinner was served in the restaurant. He slept thru the dinner..:P<br /><br />The only time he is not holding one is when he is in school.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-8836682918344727802010-03-17T14:00:00.003+08:002010-03-17T14:18:06.068+08:00I'm 4 this Sunday!<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4440312850/" title="13032010279 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4440312850_b0a68e9dd9.jpg" width="333" height="250" alt="13032010279" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-80774059390701727682009-12-18T19:22:00.002+08:002009-12-18T19:26:59.156+08:00Hi, Lo, In, Out, Hot and Cold<div align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl1RVhTMu0g_LGqB7l-r5A0ijgyqZWqtIy9pi8LMhpygrMoZEWom0u2LyMCJXpNrPxZ98hOfLCx55ZtbDc2aVHaxjxMOWIN1YlGZgwYR-FEPrYneHoIdvUXJK6TKkP68bZsQx/s1600-h/DSC_1484.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl1RVhTMu0g_LGqB7l-r5A0ijgyqZWqtIy9pi8LMhpygrMoZEWom0u2LyMCJXpNrPxZ98hOfLCx55ZtbDc2aVHaxjxMOWIN1YlGZgwYR-FEPrYneHoIdvUXJK6TKkP68bZsQx/s400/DSC_1484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415305091336662578" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic taken on 14th November 2009 In Aquaria.</span></span><br /><br /><br />Sometimes Jayden just make me go o.O with his words.<br /><br />For example at the nail parlour and he saw the manicurist applying lotion on my hands.<br /><br />Jayden: Mami.. cheh cheh use <span style="font-weight:bold;">LOtion</span> on your hand.<br />Me: Yeah, put lotion then smooth smooth and nice smell.<br />Jayden: I want to put <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">HIGH-tion</span></span> mami....<br />Manicurist: O.O<br />Me: Aiyoh.. where got HIGH TION Wan?<br />Jayden: Muahahhaha<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><div align="left">In the room one night:<br />Jayden: Mami Mami *mumbles* Indian. How about OUT-dian mami?<br />Me: *didn't hear properly* what did you say?<br />Jayden: <span style="font-weight:bold;">Indian Indian. How about <span style="color:#6600cc;">OUT-DIAN</span></span>?<br />Me: O.o Where got OUTDIAN WAN?!<br />Jayden: *chuckles*<br /><br /></div><p align="left">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Pass by Caltex Star Mart...<br />Me: Jayden you wanna eat Hot Dog or not?<br />Jayden: No Thanks. I want to eat <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cold Dog</span></span>.<br />Me: O.o . Okay I buy cold dog for you. You must eat ar....<br />Jayden: No No.No Cold dog wan. Only Got <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">HOT dog</span></span>!<br />Me: :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-22123224141210896082009-12-07T18:07:00.003+08:002009-12-07T18:12:59.472+08:00Kutu Eat?Jayden was in Carrefour with my eldest sis while I was checking out some stuff outside. She told me the conversation goes like this:<br /><br />Sis: Who eat this? *point at dog food*<br />Jayden: Dog eat<br />Sis: Then this one? *point at cat food*<br />Jayden: Cat eat<br />Sis: this one? *point at fish food*<br />Jayden : Fish eat. What is this boh boh? *point at tick spray*<br />Sis: This one for kutu.<br />Jayden: <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">KUTU EAT???</span></span></span><br />Sis: Haha Kutu make the body itchy itchy so spray at the kutu and the kutu will die.<br />Jayden: oh.. kutu itchy itchy...<br /><br />Haha poor fler must be thinking "wah kutu also got food being sold in the supermarket". hehe kids...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-78863300882277606412009-12-03T17:07:00.001+08:002009-12-03T17:09:14.652+08:00It's Holiday!<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4155010886/" title="DSC_1498 by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2560/4155010886_04b886620e_o.jpg" width="400" height="602" alt="DSC_1498" /></a><br /><br />So he spent most of his time in my office/working room. Colouring, painting, and doing some homework. By the time this school holiday end, maybe I can qualify as a tuition teacher :PUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-35431081143698789352009-11-18T17:32:00.002+08:002009-11-18T17:37:47.113+08:00I also want to go Cinema<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/38194752@N04/4088655665/" title="DSC_1272 copy by sashatan, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/4088655665_9bcb8bff67.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="DSC_1272 copy" /></a><br /><br />I went for a movie last night and Jayden wanted to cry as he saw me leaving the house alone. So his dad told him that I went out to buy something and will be back very soon. And to my surprised, when I got home at 11pm he was up and waited for me. As soon as I stepped in he asked "Mami What you buy???". I said "errrr ..(and looked into my bag and found popcorn!) I bought Popcorn for you". He came over looked and said "hmmm i don't want popcorn"<br /><br />So before sleep he asked me one more time:<br /><br />JD: Mami where you go just now?<br />Me: Actually Mami went to Cinema to watch movie.<br />JD: I also want to watch movie.<br />Me: Then next time I bring you to cinema okay?<br />JD: I also want to go cinema.<br />Me: Okay.. promise you next time ok?<br />JD: Okay..<br /><br />and he.. crawled up and took a few popcorn and popped into his mouth and went to bed.<br /><br />he is getting more and more matured each day...:)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-19224566654751703332009-11-18T17:24:00.002+08:002009-11-18T17:32:05.467+08:00How Much Is This Mami?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLEvtRPKx9M-9xRSCF8DRCY8klsG04r4z2uVKn6b_KogN1PAZJEJyTpB8EPqP6r6W3AOzvQxUlxcDNp0h95AlSYt_QB4UauR50jUZG8SfU9iNgvTLEWTuBit-XXqXNgO7BOzG/s1600/DSC_1293.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLEvtRPKx9M-9xRSCF8DRCY8klsG04r4z2uVKn6b_KogN1PAZJEJyTpB8EPqP6r6W3AOzvQxUlxcDNp0h95AlSYt_QB4UauR50jUZG8SfU9iNgvTLEWTuBit-XXqXNgO7BOzG/s400/DSC_1293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405372932492707650" /></a><br /><br />He love reading especially Hypermarts leaflet. He like to ask "How much is this?" and then expect you to give the answer. Normally we'd say "Dunno la. How much ah?" And he'd answer us correctly. He also likes to go around in the hypermarts and tell us "Mami this one is X dollar XX cents". Sometimes I'll ask him to read for me in the car, good way to keep him seated quietly ;)<br /><br />The other day I was trying on a dress and he asked me "how much is this dress mami?" I said 'I am not sure, baby. Why not you go and ask the aunty (promoter)?" And he really took the dress out and asked "errr this one how much ? How much?" . hehehe he tickled everyone is that store that day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33136758.post-6239844283916110162009-11-09T18:52:00.002+08:002009-11-10T13:27:46.147+08:00His first concertI am super proud of him altho the dance step is very simple but still I am super proud of him! I never know he can follow instructions and dance so well.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVjuVpjKnhU&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rVjuVpjKnhU&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6