Thursday, December 25, 2008


Birthdays come and go
People gets older each passing month, year and by the seconds too
Children do remember the date without fail
Because they LOVE their mothers so much

Beautiful words are scribed twice a year
Once earlier in May, on Mother's Day
The next would be in December for her birthday
They are not easily forgotten by them
Thank you children of the Blessed Family....

Pst....dearest blogger friends...
From December the 4th till today...25th December 2008, I feel so detached from this blog sphere... I just dunno how to begin but knew too well how to end...

Happy New Year, Enjoy ALL the gatherings you are having....

I have SOOOOOoooo much to write but just couldn't cope at this time... three weeks absence... is just like being away for three months.... somehow I have lost track, path and sence of timing.

more picture related to birthday coming up later in 2009....

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Busy as ever! That was, is and would always be ME. Harith was fast asleep. So I was up and down to fetch this and that from my bedroom. On an instance, I missed the fourth step... We put two chairs in front of the stair case to barricade Harith's path for a quick "steps climbing".

Landed on my right arm, right hip, right leg and knee...every parts were right! Suddenly the movement froze, head ache was strong, almost passed out... Diyanah's instant reflex action was to reach for the ointment and for the next half an hour was massaging me. I almost dozed off but not quite. I could hear peoples' voices.

When I got up to have a nap upstairs, the knees were swollen. But I did not go to the Hospital for x-ray... it was getting late in the evening. Had I gone, I would not know what time I could get my turn.

The next morning, I went with Harith's Mama. Gosh! The place was refurbished. Everything turned blissfully white, new coats of paint, new flooring, machines and reception counter. Everything was new.

There was no cracks or broken bones found. Alhamdulillah!

The following month, we have this new "gate" installed to the frames...

Harith made a fast movement to shake the "gate"...

Testing the structure... could he pull it apart OR pull it down?

Trying to take the camera from me...

Thursday, December 4, 2008


Reasons for being absent... photos shots, editing and admiring them all

Forever busy with a-much-less-sleeping Harith

A three day sewing of beads... a make over project! Sewing beads into the ready-made-embroidered head scarf. Its almost 9 years old and now looking as new


Rise and shine ...7:40am? Believe it or not? YES, It was.

smallest bloom around

The most prominent "Pink Lily" ever flowered...I wonder if that name suits them

Pinky and smiley = makes my heart merrier

All sorts of herbs

Hello! We have a yellow visitor that enjoys my photography session

Mosquito was caught on my hand...urgh!

A large soil ant, enjoying my morning snaps

Do enjoy a tour of my garden...after such a long absence...

Wednesday, December 3, 2008


the BIGGEST word ever learned by this young, budding and very disciplined librarian is of course...pendulum! Each time Wan says, pendulum, I would turn towards this clock. Lemme think, 6:00 o'clock...mmm must be evening?
Pst! it is just outside Wan's bedroom and it was one of Mama's wedding gift. Wan couldn't get a clearer shot with one hand holding Harith (me) in her arm and camera in another. Another pst! The clock never worked since the day Mama received it but its a beautiful piece.

mmm... late lunch again! This is bitten by the librarian himself... not by ants or any pests. I have actually swallowed those bitten pieces and this is the only book around "soft enough" to eat. So the portion for cataloged coding is no more there. The beautiful pink table runner was bought by aunt Zaza in Sarawak. Ah haaaaaa, they match perrrrfectly!

Although bitten, Leo the Lion is still smiling. He did not want to protest in case I would get annoyed and finish up the whole book. Good young Leo still managed a "squeek" each time I bite him.

Shooo shoo, I told you the library is closed. It's already 6:00pm. You come back the next day, you hear? But, yes you can hang out there. The table is large enough for your family. See ya! extra allowance....
still Busy at work and thinking out loud!
How do I start decoding Mama's book? Shall I use digital cam or scanner? Those "Oscar" characters on the bolster case are my close friends from my early days...I am upstairs in Wan's bed.

These are some of my collections in my little library... the coffee table is my display corner. You are all welcome to enjoy my books. Sometimes I get to lick the glass table top... mmm nice...cooling!

This is one of the books that has moving parts and characters. The Farmer's (Farmer Tod) arms was severed quite some time back. The tractors face (Toby) and tyres were long gone and now the book could be opened spread wide in Wan's bed.

Okay folks...I really have to lock up the place. It's dinner time. See you next day, you hear me? Enjoy your dinner and don't forget to come back to my beloved Wan's blog each time you log on and of course to my little library.

Nighty nite... aaaaaaaah am I exhausted?

I have been away from this lap top since the "Lady Next To ME" has come home after finishing her major exam. Harith the librarian was also quite sick after his Jakarta trip, thus the looking after was on Wan's shoulder although Papa took a long annual leave.... Today, we drove > 500 kilometers (to and fro) for aunt Diyanah's scholarship interview which was held in her college, in Jasin, Malacca. After getting an sms from Doctor Azhar, asking why the long silence and empty blog post... I am determined to post this scribe tonight. The images were uploaded yesterday but I couldn't finish the captions since Harith woke up and was ready for his tea time "feast".

Actually I have not been watering my plants either but they are all surviving despite some neglects. Tonight it rained a little, so the soil should be wet. Some plants were flowering... not much but sufficient to cheer me up and to tell Harith they bloom to share our joy.