Monday, August 29, 2005

Our darling Balqis was the flower girl for Her Majesty The Raja Permaisuri Agong Tuanku Fauziah binti Al-Marhum Tengku Abdul Rashid at a fashion show luncheon recently. The fashion show was presented by a friend, Nizam Ambia -- the grand prize winner of the Piala Seri Endon 2004 in the fashion category. We were on our toes in keeping Balqis happy and occupied while waiting for the Royal car to arrive at the Kuala Lumpur Hilton Sentral. With butterflies in our stomachs, me and my darling husband thought of all possible games and interesting chats with her so that she'll not be bored and upset for waiting. The Royal car arrived on time. Balqis was excited. Smiles all over her face. Waited for her turn patiently, just like a princess. Balqis kissed the hand of Her Majesty The Raja Permaisuri Agong and beamed. The flower bouquet was bigger than her so Mommy had to help her present it to Her Majesty. She did a splendid curtsy, smiling all the way. The Queen said "Clever!" and presented Balqis with a gift. Although Balqis was already told of this as part of our preparation for her to understand the sequence of event, she couldnt help but almost jumped with joy. But she did behaved like a princess -- smiled and said Thank You with a grin from ear to ear.


Balqis -- happy.


This was part of the show. Balqis was just excited about this when she saw them at rehearsal and thought that she perhaps have to attend the malay classical dance classes after this. I thought that it is a good idea and is seriously thinking of registering her as soon as I can find time to meet with Dida Mallik the owner of the academy. Oh but the little dancers were adorable!



Balqis wanted her photo to be taken with Uncle Suhaimi and Aunty Eli. I couldnt help but compare and remembered when she did that the last time. There was a picture of her when she was about a year old with a small group of friends including Suhaimi, at a dinner get-together and a birthday surprise for my darling husband at Bangsar Shopping Centre. I believe that it was the sundanese restaurant. She was real little at that time and was seated in the baby chair that whole time we were there.

At this time, notice that the flowers on her head are gone. She has been asking to get out of that baju kurung for that past hour and was on the verge of crankiness.


Balqis also seemed to think that Habibah Yaacob (a friend of mine and the owner of Warisan Benang Kapas Boutique in Bukit Tunku) is another Queen. She wanted to have her picture taken with the other Queen! Habibah's collection was highlighted at lunch time and it managed to get an invitation from the Queen herself, for Habibah to meet her at the Istana! It's all too exciting. When you wear a Habibah's design, that means you are the only one that has that in the world and you are a part of the malay heritage!


Here is Balqis with one of the model!

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 5:50 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

My poor darling baby went to sleep on her own. I was busy the moment we got home with some crisis the client got themselves into. From then on, the phone seemed to be stuck to my ear with just about 900 phone calls to make and receive.

Today, Balqis' teacher, Mrs. Law told me that Balqis will emcee some parts of her upcoming concert which will be on Oct 2.... so help us GOD.. Balqis' mood swing is unpredictable and are beyond comprehension, thus, everybody is on their toes everytime she took the mic. It could be a big smile and it could also be a big frown. It could also be the 'Take-the-mic-then-push-it-back-to-the-teacher-and-run-off attitude! We will never know and will always be surprised. I cant wait.

Adam managed to disturb me in between phone calls. He just cant take it when I give something or somebody else more attention. But he was pretty mild tonight with no major upheavels. His favorite song nowadays would consist of these words:
'Bangun Pagi, Gosok Gigi, Pergi Sekolah'. He knows the meaning of these words... he just cant pronounce them properly yet. It will be a good experience bringing Adam to school which will be very soon. I'm registering him for the next semester. How exciting .... For both, the future Prime Minister and his mom!

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 10:37 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Yesterday, the sun touched my skin. Today, all seemed clear. My babies are beginning to have almost clean supply of oxygen. I am relieved. And so are they. Dont have to wear those masks again which I agree was a nuisance to play in. But they understand. It's either that or bad and prolong cough bouts. Medicine is definitely not going to be welcomed. So masks were the collective decision with both Balqis & Adam. On the second day of the haze, Balqis told me after school, "Mom ... you know ... those are not clouds... those are smoke. We cannot go outside, you know Mom. I stay inside only and teacher close the windows." Good for you, Balqis. And thanks to all the teachers that had to make those days extra exciting indoors.

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 5:07 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Thursday, August 11, 2005

I'm really scared. I've been in the haze for the past two days and it was scary. I cant have these kind of air being breathed by my babies. My eyes hurt, my throat hurts and the smell of smoke permeates in the air, filling my nostril and oh my God ... my lungs! But what about my babies? I cant have them breath this smoke. I cant have smoke in their lungs. God, please let the haze go off. Hazel is in the haze.

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 10:20 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Sunday, August 07, 2005

The following have been selected to be Conversations Of The Day (August 6, 05):

Conversation No: 1
Time of day: Morning
Venue: In the bathroom. Balqis the 5 year old gonna-be (in October) is in the showers.

Take 1 ....ACTION!
Mommy: Balqis, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?
Balqis: No Mom. I'm already fat. I dont want to eat anymore.



Conversation No: 2
Time of day: Late Afternoon
Venue: In the car.

Take 1 ..... ACTION!
Balqis: Mom, I want to go to London.

END

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 12:42 AM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}

Thursday, August 04, 2005

A friend of mine gave me the following poem entitled 'LISTEN'.
I would like to share it with all of you.

LISTEN
(ANONYMOUS)

When I ask you to listen to me,
and you start giving me advice
you have not done what I have asked.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why I shouldnt feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel that you have to do something to solve my problems,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.

Listen! All I asked, was that you listen;
not talk or do -- just hear me.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and weakness.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel
what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I quit
trying to convince you and get about the business of
understanding what's behind this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are obvious,
and I dont need advice.

signing off..Hazelinesnow at 9:28 PM [ | ]

{Takes all sorts to make the world .. the world..}