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durian dreams

Friday, July 27, 2007


my mom made dodol durian and wajik durian yesterday and when I came back from her place, my mom-in-law made us pengat durian. How lucky can anyone get?! Being a fan of durians(!!!), I made sure I ate a good amount of all three. And now my throat feels kinda heaty and not to mention the durian breath I have now. hurhur.

I'd better pop in a couple of mentos because I have a wedding assignment later at the ROM. I don't want the couple to run away from me.

small, small world

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

For every 4 weddings I attended, I would meet at least one person whom I never met for a very long time like in Huda+Hidir's walimah. (click for bigger image)

Huda+Hidir

I thought that face was familiar from the IRC days and I made that "hey, I know you!"-kinda-face to her. It turned out she remembered me and I gave her my namecard to keep in touch since I'm on assignment and when 2 girls meet, they tend to ramble to each other like what's happening during the 2/3 of their entire life..hehe. And I got an email from her a few days later telling me that she's going to get married in January next year. Alhamdulillah!

Last week was somewhat different. Now I know that I'm not a famous wedding photographer but somehow I never figured that I would actually meet someone face to face reading my personal blogspot. I thought this only happens when I was an IRC chatter way way back in the 90s when I would go up to someone I thought I recognise from the multitudes of photos she has sent on the web and then made myself look like a stalker.

There was a delightful moment when the person said “Ohhh, you're that NORZA...?” Who knew I would have moments of recognition? lol!

specs'less

Saturday, July 07, 2007


While I was golek2'ing on the bed with Aisyah last Wednesday, I fell asleep. Aisyah must have found my specs and tried putting it on because she nudged me to give me back my specs which was broken apart already. I asked her,

"Who broke Ibu's specs?"

She knows it's her own doing and she does the finger-wagging thingy and say, 'syaaah!'. Well, she gave me that sweetest smile of hers and of course, I didn't scold her. It's naturally my fault for not putting away the specs away from her. Just like the day before, she succesfully formatted my phone making me lose all my contacts and my favourite mms'es and photos in the album folder. It's my fault too because I let her play with my handphone.

I remember reading about kids never being 'bad'. Children generally develop this appropriate autonomy and initiative if they go through lots of exploring and experimenting. But autonomy doesn't mean they can do anything they want. A friend who has 5 kids shared with me that "If they shouldnt touch something, then that thing should NOT be within their reach."

It's simple, really. I'll just remember to keep my phone and specs away from Aisyah next time. ;)
 
   





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