<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:23:03.697+03:00</updated><category term='creativity'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='habit'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bad days'/><category term='rare moment'/><category term='funny post'/><category term='aqiqah'/><category term='his toys'/><category term='precious moment'/><category term='special pose'/><category term='flashback'/><category term='gloomy days'/><category term='his progress'/><category term='his health'/><category term='big boy'/><title type='text'>all about my little shahmey dearie...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6063213271710370275</id><published>2011-05-15T15:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:08:22.496+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Setahun tak update..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-L8qRJuTB0/Tc_QIlrNvvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7wHA76_Nopw/s1600/spiderman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-L8qRJuTB0/Tc_QIlrNvvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7wHA76_Nopw/s320/spiderman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606928907070455538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Baru Ummi perasan dah almost 1 year blog Shahmey tak berupdate. Hari ni Ummi nak tulis serba sedikit perkembangan Shahmey selama setahun ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan 9 last year, Shahmey start kindergarten di sekolah teacher Khaireyah. Sekolah tu kat rumah aje, ala ala tadika kat malaysia tu la. Kat sini kindergarten ada juga di sekolah yang besar tu. Tapi mahal lah sikit. Company tak cover lagi, so kita pergi sekolah yang tak berapa mahal dulu ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days of school Shahmey macam tak berapa suka. Ummi faham. First time mix around dengan international friends susah sikit especially language barrier. Alhamdulillah, lepas pada tu Shahmey nampak happy. Selalu look forward nak pergi sekolah. Kadang-kadang time weekend pun Shahmey ingat weekdays. Ummi pun suka je nak menyakat cakap bas tak datang la, Shahmey bangun lambat sangat la dan macam-macam lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Alhamdulillah, Shahmey could speak a few English words. Shahmey dah kenal number and a few letters. Cikgu Khaireyah selalu cerita pasal Shahmey di sekolah. MasyaAllah.. most of them are good ones. Ada juga cerita yang tak best tapi tak banyak mana pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey dah mula ikut Abah pergi solat di masjid walaupun kadang tu Abah kata, orang sujud, Shahmey baring. Ada masa ikut Abah solat jumaat juga. Alhamdulillah. Ummi tahu, Shahmey tak pandai pun solat lagi. At least dengan selalu ikut Abah, Ummi harap Shahmey tahu ianya satu kewajipan untuk kita. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni Shahmey tak sihat. Dari semalam badan Shahmey panas sikit. Ummi letak air asam jawa. Letak supersitory. Alhamdulillah, kebah demam. Pagi tadi ada panas sikit. Ummi berbelah bagi nak bagi Shahmey ke sekolah atau tak. Ummi pun tak sure whether Ummi should go to school ke tidak. Ummi tanya Shahmey. Shahmey kata nak pergi sekolah. Shahmey pun nampak excited walaupun tak se excited macam biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi baru je start class, teacher Khaireyah telefon. Dia kata badan Shahmey panas sangat-sangat. Ummi mintak dia jaga Shahmey dulu. Biarkan Shahmey rest je. Kalau ada apa-apa, telefon Ummi balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekat-dekat nak break, teacher telefon lagi. Dia kata Shahmey baru lepas muntah lepas minum air coklat. Ummi cuak! Ummi suruh teacher hantar Shahmey ke sekolah Ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ummi bawak Shahmey ke mouwasat. Doctor kata tonsil Shahmey merah and bengkak. Sebab tu Shahmey demam. Doctor nak bagi ubat untuk tonsil. Ummi kata, Shahmey tak akan makan ubat walaupun sedap macam mana. Then doctor bagi option go for injection. Sekali sehari for 3 hari. Ummi rasa that's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memula, nurse buat skin test. Alhamdulillah, takde alah ubat. Masa tu Shahmey nak nangis sikit tapi control. Then after 1/2 hour, nurse inject ubat tu semua. Shahmey macam nak nangis tapi tak jadi. Tapi lepas tu Shahmey mengadu dengan Ummi yang b*nt*t Shahmey sakit. Ummi kesian dengan Shahmey tapi apakan daya, dah Shahmey tak nak makan ubat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah, Shahmey flat. Lepas membuang, minum susu and makan chips, Shahmey tido. Badan Shahmey letih agaknya... Lagi 2 hari umur Shahmey nak cukup 4 tahun. Demam nak besar lah ni agaknya. Semoga Shahmey akan cepat sembuh dan ceria. Ameen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6063213271710370275?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6063213271710370275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6063213271710370275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6063213271710370275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6063213271710370275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2011/05/setahun-tak-update.html' title='Setahun tak update..'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-L8qRJuTB0/Tc_QIlrNvvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7wHA76_Nopw/s72-c/spiderman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-9218097132557002606</id><published>2010-05-26T14:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:57:59.008+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>You make me smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_0MeQoEo4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/zZgyhpWxsAU/s1600/IMG_4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_0MeQoEo4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/zZgyhpWxsAU/s320/IMG_4684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475546435951043458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ummi tengah breastfeed Meyyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi, Amey nak susu Ummi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak boleh! Susu untuk Meyyah. Meyyah kecik lagi. Amey dah besar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak! Amey kecik lagi... Meyyah dah besar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umur Meyyah 1 year 4 months. Umur Amey 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amey 4 months Mi... nak lah susu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hehehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ummi tengah tidur - baru balik sekolah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi... buat susu untuk Amey Ummi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amey suruh lah bibik.. Ummi pening kepala ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi buatkanlah susu untuk Amey. Bibik tu busuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amey, Ummi baru balik sekolah. Ummi pening kepala. Amey tak kesian Ummi ke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amey kesian.. tapi buatkanlah susu untuk Amey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummi sakit kepala la Amey. Amey suruh bibik ya. Amey baik kan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keluar suruh bibik buat susu dan lepas tu terus baring and tidur sebelah Ummi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bila Ummi dah bangun dan Shahmey dah bangun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi, buatkan susu Amey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, nanti Ummi buat ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amey tak pening kepala dah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(senyum sorang) Tak.. Ummi dah sihat.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Prihatin juga anak Ummi ni..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Event 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dalam kereta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meyyah mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meyyah kat rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amey ni selalu ikut Ummi. Lain kali Ummi dengan Abah keluar bawak Meyyah pulak la. Amey duduk rumah ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah? Nanti, Ummi Abah keluar, Meyyah ikut, Amey ikut. Okay Ummi... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pandai nya diaaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-9218097132557002606?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/9218097132557002606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=9218097132557002606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9218097132557002606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9218097132557002606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-make-me-smile.html' title='You make me smile :)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_0MeQoEo4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/zZgyhpWxsAU/s72-c/IMG_4684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7820527887745918633</id><published>2010-05-20T07:50:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T08:34:50.768+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><title type='text'>Berperangai-perangai</title><content type='html'>Ucu ni banyak garam! Pelik jugak Ummi, kenapa lah Shahmey kata Ucu banyak garam pulak. Ucu bukannya pengusaha garam, buat ikan masin pun tak. Lama-lama baru lah Ummi faham, Shahmey nak cakap Ucu banyak ragam. Shahmey cakap macam tu sebab orang lain selalu cakap Shahmey macam tu :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THy5XiBVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WV1yfqTuoFQ/s1600/suka+panjat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473219124368901458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THy5XiBVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WV1yfqTuoFQ/s400/suka+panjat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey memang banyak perangai lately. Makin besar, makin banyak kerenah yang Shahmey buat sampaikan Ummi rasa macam nak cubit-cubit aje Shahmey ni. Tapi Shahmey ni sensitif amat kalau dengan Ummi dan Abah. Kena marah sikit nak menangis, especially kalau Abah yang tegur. Kalau orang lain marah, takde lah pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THz9gvWeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W4pJjAvMD4o/s1600/3+years.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473219142661134818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THz9gvWeI/AAAAAAAAAWc/W4pJjAvMD4o/s400/3+years.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, umur Shahmey genap 3 tahun ikut calendar masehi. Pagi-pagi lagi Ummi cakap "Happy Birthday Shahmey!!". Ummi excited sangat. Shahmey tanya, mana? mana? Ummi tahu.. Shahmey ingat bila sebut happy birthday, mesti ada hadiah.. kikikiiiiii... lawak sungguh la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi balik dari sekolah, bibik beriya-iya minta maaf. Wan pun mulakan cerita yang Shahmey dah bukak hadiah yang Ummi nak bagi pada Hadeed, anak Aunt Norma. Bibik rasa bersalah sebab tak tengok Shahmey. So, Wan macam nak backing bibik sebab takut Ummi marah Bibik. Ummi tahu, niat Wan tu baik tapi sebenarnya Ummi geram jugak dengan Bibik. Dia pergi duduk bawah dan biar je Shahmey kat atas sorang-sorang. Tapi, Ummi tak marah lah Bibik. Dah nak jadi kan. Qada' dan Qadar Allah. Habis 2 bungkus hadiah tu Shahmey bukak. Kotak baju tu pun dibuka dan Shahmey keluarkan baju-baju kat dalam tu and letak baju spiderman Shahmey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THzd8b6sI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F5kzzGkKXLM/s1600/shahmey+is+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473219134187367106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THzd8b6sI/AAAAAAAAAWU/F5kzzGkKXLM/s400/shahmey+is+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan warned Shahmey, "nanti Ummi marah...". Beriya-iya Shahmey bagi tahu,"ini hadiah Shahmey. Ummi yang bagi". Sabor aje anak Ummi ni. Kita sama-sama pergi beli hadiah tu almost 2 weeks back. Shahmey tahu itu bukan hadiah Shahmey dan benda tu dah lama pun duduk kat situ. Alih-alih hari tu, on your birthday, Shahmey buka sebab claim itu hadiah Shahmey. Bila Ummi balik sekolah, Shahmey pergi dekat Wan dan bagi tahu, "Ummi dah balik. Ummi takde pun marah Shahmey.." hahahahha!!!! ye la tu.. Ummi tak tahu cerita lagi, memang lah tak marah. Tapi, dah tahu cerita pun, Ummi senyum aje. Ye la.. Ummi kena lah control macho depan Wan.. hehe :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THzI5IFjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9fL96JNulDM/s1600/baju+favorite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473219128536340018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THzI5IFjI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9fL96JNulDM/s400/baju+favorite.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau pijak lantai yang sejuk, Shahmey memang geli. Entah apa yang digelikan pun, Ummi tak tahu. Kat rumah kita, almost semua tempat bercarpet except for dapur and toilet. Mungkin sebab sejuk jadi Shahmey tak suka pijak lantai. Kalau kat rumah sendiri takpelah. Kadang-kadang kat rumah orang Shahmey buat macam tu. Padahal lantai orang tu okay je. Nanti kecik pulak hati tuan rumah, ingat rumah dia kotor. Shahmey... Shahmey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7820527887745918633?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7820527887745918633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7820527887745918633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7820527887745918633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7820527887745918633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2010/05/berperangai-perangai.html' title='Berperangai-perangai'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S_THy5XiBVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WV1yfqTuoFQ/s72-c/suka+panjat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-9199869913684812068</id><published>2010-04-26T13:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:12:50.947+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Almost 3 years tapi still nak berkepit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S9WCxCeVSlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WX4OJ92C7uc/s1600/shahmey+anak+abah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S9WCxCeVSlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WX4OJ92C7uc/s400/shahmey+anak+abah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464417501873261138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bila Wan cerita pasal Abah masa kecik, Ummi mesti teringat Shahmey. Apa taknya, macam mana Abah berebut dengan Ucu nak duduk kat riba Wan masa kecik, macam tu jugaklah Shahmey dan Meyyah. Shahmey sanggup tolak Meyyah dan suruh Ummi bagi Meyyah kat bibik. Kesian Ummi tengok Meyyah. Kadang-kadang, time Meyyah tengah menyusu, Shahmey tolak je kepala dia. Meyyah pun menangislah. Dah itu aje yang dia tahu buat masa sekarang. Ummi rasa, kalau Meyyah pandai karate ke, taekwondo ke, memang lama dah Shahmey kena karate heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tido pun macam tu. Shahmey mesti nak berkepit dengan Ummi. Nak tidur atas riba Ummi lah (time Ummi busy depan computer hehehe..) dan nak tidur peluk Ummi sambik 'getek' (pegang ketiak Ummi ish ish..). Kalau kat atas katil, Ummi memang sentiasa kena apit dengan Shahmey dan Meyyah. Malam-malam, orang lain pasang aircond sejuk tapi Ummi panas sebab haba badan Shahmey dan Meyyah banyak :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ni masa Wan dan Ucu ikut kita balik Saudi, Shahmey suka sangat usik Ucu. Tak tahu kenapa, Shahmey selalu saja mengacau Ucu, cucuk Ucu lah, tarik hairband Ucu lah dan kadang-kadang pukul Ucu. Nasib baiklah Ucu tu tak ambik hati. Kalau orang lain mungkin dah kena cubit Shahmey ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa Ucu tidur baru ni, Shahmey jirus air atas katil yang Wan tidur. Tak tahu lah sama ada Shahmey nak jirus atas katil yang Ucu tidur ke apa tapi yang pasti habis basah katil tu. Nasib baiklah cepat kering. Kalau tidak, terpaksalah Wan tidur kat bawah. Shahmey... Shahmey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang Ucu dan Wan ada di Makkah. Tak dapatlah Shahmey nak usik Ucu kan. Ummi tengok Shahmey pun macam boring aje... :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Shahmey dah besar sikit ni, kemana saja Ummi dan Abah pergi, Shahmey akan jadi pengikut tetap. Kalau Abah keluar sorang pun, Shahmey mesti nak ikut. Tapi, kalau Abah pergi mengeteh, Shahmey tak dapat lah Abah bawak. Nanti tak best pulak Abah nak membincangkan masaalah dunia kan hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang Ummi tak berapa suka sekarang ialah, Shahmey amat kurang makan nasi. Shahmey banyak minum susu botol tapi bila suruh makan nasi, sangatlah tak banyak. Badan Shahmey dah makin susut. Tulang pun dah nampak kat badan. Dulu, masa kecik, Shahmey sangat comel dan berisi. Sekarang, nampak tulang aje. Ummi nak tengok Shahmey berisi sikit. Ummi harap, selera makan Shahmey meningkatlah balik ya... Ameen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu Ummi train Shahmey diaperless. Alhamdulillah, boleh lah jugak menjadi. Sejak balik dari Malaysia, macam dah tak biasa pulak. Sekarang, Shahmey is back with diapers. Aduh.... bila lah Ummi nak train semula ni.. Shahmey cepat jadi bijak dan pandai ya. Senang nanti Ummi nak train balik... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-9199869913684812068?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/9199869913684812068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=9199869913684812068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9199869913684812068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9199869913684812068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2010/04/almost-3-years-tapi-still-nak-berkepit.html' title='Almost 3 years tapi still nak berkepit'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/S9WCxCeVSlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WX4OJ92C7uc/s72-c/shahmey+anak+abah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-1474570610074103258</id><published>2009-12-30T20:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:26:42.277+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>What te heck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkejut Ummi bila Shahmey sebut "What te heck!". Memula Ummi tak perasan sebab that was your first time sebut the lines. Bila Ummi tanya, Shahmey ulang. Baru lah Ummi teringat yang kakak-kakak Shahmey suka sangat sebut macam tu especially Kakak Sophea. She got it from school okay :). Bad influence sungguh.. Abah yang sangat excited dengar, suka lah pulak suruh Shahmey ulang-ulang sebut cam tu. Apa lagi, Shahmey pun mula lah mengada-ngada. Attention seeker sungguh laaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, masa Ummi nak tidurkan Shahmey (lepas dah tak breastfeed nih, Shahmey nak kena Ummi peluk dan nak pegang ketiak Ummi hehee..), Shahmey sebut "Kat nesye (malaysia) ada hantu!". Hah? Apa dia? Shahmey ulang lagi, "Kat Nesye ada hantu! Ummi.. pernah tengok hantu tak?" Nak tergelak Ummi dengar Shahmey cakap cam tu. Again, you got it from your kakak-kakak yang suka sangat lah cakap pasal hantu as if diorang dah jumpa hantu tu. Actually Shahmey tak tahu pun nesye (malaysia) tu kat mana. You don't even know that you were born there. Takpe, nanti dah besar Shahmey will get to know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi noticed, sometimes Shahmey macam jealous sikit dengan Meyyah. Walaupun bukan most of the times, ada masa Shahmey sanggup tonyoh kepala Meyyah semata-mata nak baring atas riba Ummi. Saja je nak baring dan Shahmey suruh hantar Meyyah pada bibik. Kalau Ummi kata, "Shahmey pergi dekat Bibik!", Shahmey cakap "Ummi pergi bibik!" hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sape wangi?? Soalan favorite Ummi pada Shahmey dan of course lah jawapan yang Ummi nak dengar is, "Ummi wangi!!". Kalau Shahmey marah pada Ummi, Shahmey kata "Ummi busuk!!!" lepas tu mungkin akan nangis (meraung) hehee.. Kalau Abah marah Shahmey, keluar lah "Abah busuk!!" dan Shahmey berlari kat Ummi dan pekap muka kat badan Ummi. Lovely!!! Kalau Shahmey tak nak dengan bibik, Shahmey kata "Bibik busuk! bibik busuk!". Bibik memang selalu busuk pun di mulut Shahmey sebab Shahmey memang tak nak bibik. Tak nak kalau Bibik duduk atas. Kalau bibik nak bawak main kat luar, takde lah busuk tu keluar hehee.. Ayat bodek Shahmey ialah "Ummi wangi, Abah busuk!" atau sebaliknya la. Dependslah pada sape Shahmey nak bodek. Pandainyaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak taben!". Seriously, sampai sekarang Ummi tak tahu kenapa Shahmey panggil chocolate drink tu taben. Sikit pun takde kaitan. Tapi everytime Shahmey nak minum air coklat tu, Shahmey sebut, "nak taben" dan everyone in the house dah faham. Everyday, rasanya 4 @ 5 kotak Shahmey minum air tu. Pagi sekali, tengahari sekali lagi, petang sekali or 2 kali and malam lagi. Air kotak tu untuk kakak-kakak bawak sekolah sebenarnya tapi sekarang dah jadi untuk Kakak-kakak serta Shahmey. Takpelah Abah... layan je lah. Mungkin sebab Shahmey dah tak menyusu sangat, tu yang Shahmey banyak minum air coklat. Ummi kecik-kecik pun cam tu gak. Ummi minum milo tapi dalam botol hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitive mind - kalau Shahmey tak tahu tentang apa yang dibualkan, Shahmey tanya "apa tu?". Ada sekali tu, Ummi saja la sebut words yang bukan words macam lalilugedbambam.. Ummi sebut tu pada Shahmey bila geram geram manja dengan Shahmey. Then Shahmey ulang and tanya "gabambam tu apa?" Nak tergelak Ummi kejap. Masa tengah makan pun Shahmey tanya benda yang sama pada Abah. Ummi dah lupa dah apa yang Abah sebut but it was a real word cuma Shahmey je belum faham the word. Baguslah tu. Suka bertanya. Cuma, kalau selalu sangat bertanya, takut Ummi tak larat nak jawab je huhuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey suka mengadu. Kalau kakak buat Shahmey, terus Shahmey datang pada Ummi, "Kakak Sophea buat Shahmey..." dan akan cakap lah apa yang Kakak buat. Macam tu jugak kalau kakak Coan buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu benda yang Ummi still worry about Shahmey is, you're still on diapers! Ummi harap, cepatlah dapat Ummi toilet train Shahmey so that you can be independent. Soon... InsyaAllah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuasnf1DfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uYijPKaWXO8/s1600-h/shahmey+cab+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuasnf1DfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uYijPKaWXO8/s400/shahmey+cab+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421096667777928690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuasdkg4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/orJ_4UW_t_A/s1600-h/shahmey+cab+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuasdkg4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/orJ_4UW_t_A/s400/shahmey+cab+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421096665113223474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuar7i_DUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Pb1_nLHwfUk/s1600-h/shahmey+cab+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuar7i_DUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Pb1_nLHwfUk/s400/shahmey+cab+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421096655980006722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SzuarunuURI/AAAAAAAAAVc/X2MOBvCuVNo/s1600-h/shahmey+cab+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SzuarunuURI/AAAAAAAAAVc/X2MOBvCuVNo/s400/shahmey+cab+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421096652510220562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-1474570610074103258?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/1474570610074103258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=1474570610074103258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1474570610074103258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1474570610074103258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-te-heck.html' title='What te heck!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Szuasnf1DfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/uYijPKaWXO8/s72-c/shahmey+cab+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5327853439271941894</id><published>2009-11-12T09:20:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:05:20.504+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><title type='text'>Aik?? control nampakkkk.... ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(sambil bukak button abayat Ummi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummi.... tukar abaya lain...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ummi button balik sebab tak perasan apa Shahmey cakap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ummiiii!!! tukar abaya lain...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barulah Ummi perasan yang Shahmey bukak abaya Ummi. Abaya yang Ummi pakai tu tak berapa cantik agaknya. Takde blink blink hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah Ummi pakai abayat ni. Cantikkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tak cantik! Tukar abaya lain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang tak selesai kalau Ummi tak ikutkan. So, since itu tak lah memberatkan Ummi sangat, Ummi pun cabutlah abayat 'hodoh' dimata Shahmey tu dan ambik abayat lain. Bila Ummi ambik abaya lain, barulah Shahmey puas hati. Tersengih aje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay abaya ni? Cantik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantik!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, benda ni cuma terjadi kalau Ummi pakai abaya tu depan Shahmey. Kalau Shahmey kat luar dan tak perasan Ummi pakai abaya, Shahmey tak kisah pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampaknya, Abah tak control tapi Shahmey pulak yang control Ummi.. Eheeemmm.. jangan besar nanti control pakaian isteri dah lah ya sayang. Kalau control ke arah kebaikan takpe. Kalau ke arab keburukan, never do that okay ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru-baru ni, Abah belikan Shahmey senapang. Ummi yang suruh sebab kesian tengok Shahmey macam takde mainan (walaupun 3 kotak mainan ada sebenarnya :P). Apa taknya, balik-balik pergi dapur main dengan kuali, senduk dan periuk belanga. Geram Ummi bila tengok senduk duduk dalam bilik, kuali kat muka pintu. Sabar je lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senapang tu ala-ala senapang askar cuma takde peluru je :D. Bunyinya memang lah kuat (guna bateri). Satu hari, entah macam mana, Ummi balik sekolah tengok senapang tu dah patah. Hmmm.. kata bibik, Shahmey yang hentak senapang tu kat meja. Takpelah, Ummi terima saja. Kalau dia tipu, dia lah berdosa kan. Kesian Shahmey... takde lagi senapang. Pistol kontot yang Ummi beli pun Shahmey dah rosakkannya. Nanti mintak baru dengan Abah ya :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHrmMCAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gJxFFOWeQOY/s1600-h/pistol+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102525434628098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHrmMCAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gJxFFOWeQOY/s400/pistol+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;concentrate tu nak tembak drawer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHfWvsBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VUYvzzZNNgA/s1600-h/pistol+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102522148630546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHfWvsBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VUYvzzZNNgA/s400/pistol+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHHjJK_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/haBjAoAXmxk/s1600-h/pistol+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403102515758181362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHHjJK_I/AAAAAAAAAVE/haBjAoAXmxk/s400/pistol+1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abihlah buaya ni.. dah lah memang dah mati.. lagi kojoi la dia.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5327853439271941894?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5327853439271941894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5327853439271941894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5327853439271941894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5327853439271941894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/11/aik-control-nampakkkk.html' title='Aik?? control nampakkkk.... ;)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SvutHrmMCAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gJxFFOWeQOY/s72-c/pistol+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-69982750445109476</id><published>2009-09-13T22:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:32:58.965+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Amey mana pandai mayang agi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sq1Ix0uDEeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bbdGaKlQ2_s/s1600-h/car+di+riyadh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sq1Ix0uDEeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bbdGaKlQ2_s/s400/car+di+riyadh.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381037150580183522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Usia 2 tahun setengah ialah usia anak-anak membesar. Macam tu juga dengan Shahmey. Ketika usia ni lah macam-macam progress yang mencuit hari Ummi dan Abah. Kalau Abah yang buat macam tu, memang takde sape rasa teruja pun. Tapi untuk Shahmey dan InsyaAllah, tak lama lagi adik Meyyah, apa saja yang dibuat memang lah menjadi bualan antara Ummi dan Abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni umu Shahmey dah dekat 2 tahun 4 bulan. Shahmey dah bercakap agak lancar. Kiranya banyak words yang Shahmey utter Ummi boleh faham. Tadi, lepas Ummi sudah solat, Shahmey bentang sejadah kecil. Ummi bagi tahu, Shahmey sembahyanglah. Shahmey kata, "Amey... mana pandai mayang agi..". Nak tergelak Ummi dibuatnya. Then Abah kata, "kalau tak pandai, belajar lah.. jangan jadi macam kakak.. malas sembahyang". Hehee.. pandai je Abah tu kan. Itulah yang Ummi dan Abah selalu harapkan. Shahmey akan menjadi anak yang soleh. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu benda yang sangat merisaukan Ummi sekarang ialah Shahmey suka masuk toilet dan kunci dari dalam. Masalah besar ialah kunci tu memang bukan jenis boleh tarik. Ianya together with the door. Ummi dan bibik sangat berhati-hati bila tengok Shahmey hilang sebab takut Shahmey masuk toilet. Apa yang Shahmey suka buat ialah bukak water tap di sink dan basuh baju dengan handwash. Habis handwash tu. Ummi tak kisah pasal handwash. Yang Ummi kisah ialah keselematan Shahmey. Puas lah pujuk, baru Shahmey buka pintu. Ummi harap, Shahmey tak buat lah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi sikap Shahmey yang agak menggeramkan Ummi ialah Shahmey pantang ditegur. Kena tegur sikit atau kena marah sikit, jerit Shahmey mengalahkan orang kena dera. Waktu buka puasa especiallynya. Abah pulak sukalah tegur Shahmey sebab Shahmey suka celup tangan sana sini. Bila kena tegur (lebih kurang macam kena marah lah tu), Shahmey meraung dan Ummi lah tempat mengadu nasib. Apa lagi... nak susu!!!! Hai Shahmey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-69982750445109476?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/69982750445109476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=69982750445109476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/69982750445109476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/69982750445109476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/09/amey-mana-pandai-mayang-agi.html' title='Amey mana pandai mayang agi..'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sq1Ix0uDEeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bbdGaKlQ2_s/s72-c/car+di+riyadh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-4712123174799271452</id><published>2009-08-11T10:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:17:46.939+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare moment'/><title type='text'>Air pe tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Air pe tu?&lt;/em&gt; (suara yang sangat sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa lah dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;air pe tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;air pe tu?&lt;/em&gt; (boleh control lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasa la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AIR PE TUHHH??&lt;/em&gt; (suara dah tinggi dan keras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehee.. air oren la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;air olen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak? nah minum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(minum air.. kenyit mata sebab air tu masam bagi Shahmey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi naik katil, baring untuk breastfeed adik Sumeyyah. Shahmey ambik alih tempat Ummi di depan laptop. Sambil tekan-tekan keyboard, Shahmey minum air ore (orange juice) Ummi. Amboi.. lepas seteguk, seteguk lagi. Tadi kononnya masam. Sampai tinggal sikit air Ummi.. sabar je lah.. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SoEafrrrTWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tUxmhn-Jfz0/s1600-h/tarik+kakak+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SoEafrrrTWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tUxmhn-Jfz0/s400/tarik+kakak+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601362406526306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SoEafwp9vSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/N8k-KYtxYrk/s1600-h/tarik+kakak+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SoEafwp9vSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/N8k-KYtxYrk/s400/tarik+kakak+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368601363741523234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama lepas tu Ummi tengok insiden tarik lembu. Naik lah suara Ummi bila Kakak Coan buat Shahmey macam tu. Dia sangkut tali kat badan Shahmey then dia tarik. Shahmey pulak elok je merangkak. Bila Ummi marah, Kakak Coan tukar position. Dia pulak kena tarik. Shahmey tarik Kakak Coan. Lepas tu Kakak Sophea pulak kena tarik. Nak marah pun tak jadi. Ummi snap gambar aje lah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-4712123174799271452?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/4712123174799271452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=4712123174799271452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/4712123174799271452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/4712123174799271452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-pe-tu.html' title='Air pe tu?'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SoEafrrrTWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/tUxmhn-Jfz0/s72-c/tarik+kakak+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8407987036950174425</id><published>2009-08-02T14:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:01:53.257+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Duyan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SnVx1kdeIoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YhuCSBLMYms/s1600-h/shahmey+terkejut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SnVx1kdeIoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YhuCSBLMYms/s400/shahmey+terkejut.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365319696216105602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Ummi duduk depan computer dan kebetulan ada gambar interesting (dimata Shahmey), Shahmey terus akan duduk atas Ummi. Lepas tu paksa Ummi biar gambar tu lama-lama. Jadi, untuk divert attention Shahmey, Ummi akan cari gambar lain yang mungkin lebih interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi tahu Shahmey suka tengok gambar family. So, Ummi buka blog Ummi yang ada banyak gambar family kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ummi scroll gambar yang ada muka Kakak Sophea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar Abah, Shahmey dan Ayah Su)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AySu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar Shahmey dengan Pak Lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PaLang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar Ummi, Meyyah, Kakak dan Ayah Su)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar Ayah Su, SHahmey dan Kakak Sophea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AySu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gambar kawan Ayah Su - dari sekolah PDK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey diam.. tapi tak lama lepas tu Shahmey sebut apa entah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ummi scroll gambar Abah pegang durian. Muka Abah tak clear sangat kat situ sebab yang banyaknya gambar durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duyan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa!!! Ummi ingat Shahmey tak tahu buah berduri tu nama durian. Tahu rupanya... Bila lah kita dapat makan durian lagi kan?? huhuuuuu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8407987036950174425?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8407987036950174425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8407987036950174425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8407987036950174425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8407987036950174425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/08/duyan.html' title='Duyan!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SnVx1kdeIoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YhuCSBLMYms/s72-c/shahmey+terkejut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-3293247034978745303</id><published>2009-07-27T13:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:50:48.215+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Kongsi dengan adik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang Shahmey jarang sangat minum formula milk. Ummi tahu the reason why. Since balik Malaysia, Shahmey tidur dengan Ummi. Di Saudi, Shahmey tidur dalam bilik Kakak. Bila dengan Ummi, Shahmey dapat bau Ummi. Nak mintak susu senang. So, tak nak lagi formula milk. Rasanya tak sampai 10 kali kot Shahmey minum formula milk di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik Saudi baru ni, baru sekali aje minum. Itu pun tak habis. Dah hampir seminggu Shahmey tak nak susu botol. Bila Ummi tanya, "susu botol nak?", Shahmey jawab "tanak!!!" sambil wave your hand. Beriya-iya Shahmey cakap tak nak. Okaylah. Mungkin susu Ummi masih menjadi rezeki Shahmey. Takpelah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, since adik Meyyah dah start makan porridge, takdelah adik kekurangan susu. Selalu terjadi, Meyyah minum susu kiri, Shahmey belah kanan. Of course itu hanya terjadi di bilik Ummi atau di bilik yang takde orang. Malu lah Ummi kalau benda tu terjadi di public hehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey sekarang dah utter banyak words. Almost every word yang Shahmey dengar, Shahmey ikut. Cuma, the momentum tu tak lah laju sangat. Shahmey sebut sebijik sebijik. Takpelah tu. Something surprised Ummi this morning was, bila Ummi tanya Shahmey, "Abah mana?", Shahmey jawab, "Kerja... emaman!". Ummi cakap, "kerja Kemaman tu Atok lah, bukan Abah!". Rupanya Shahmey ingat the word Kemaman tu ya. Balik baru ni memang Shahmey selalu tanya "Atok mana?", sampai penat Ummi nak cakap yang Atok ada di Kemaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang since Ummi breastfeed 2 kids, Ummi agak busy dan letih. Sekarang ni Ummi berehat sebab both Shahmey and adik Meyyah are sleeping. You guys are so adorable, my darling :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sm2GJVCL78I/AAAAAAAAAUc/PTpASKpe-ds/s1600-h/Shahmey+and+meyyah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363090226091388866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sm2GJVCL78I/AAAAAAAAAUc/PTpASKpe-ds/s400/Shahmey+and+meyyah.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sm2E2m6cX9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/zdsx5qOk4Do/s1600-h/picnic+-+shahmey+and+pak+lang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363088804961607634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sm2E2m6cX9I/AAAAAAAAAUU/zdsx5qOk4Do/s400/picnic+-+shahmey+and+pak+lang.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-3293247034978745303?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/3293247034978745303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=3293247034978745303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3293247034978745303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3293247034978745303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/07/kongsi-dengan-adik.html' title='Kongsi dengan adik'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sm2GJVCL78I/AAAAAAAAAUc/PTpASKpe-ds/s72-c/Shahmey+and+meyyah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8579016822726505033</id><published>2009-06-14T11:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:01:18.747+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Kita serupa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey duduk atas riba Ummi in front of the lappy. Ummi buka photoscape - folder Ummi. Ummi open gambar Ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hah!! Ummi!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi smile. Boleh recognize tu walaupun Ummi rasa pada gambar tu muka Ummi lain sikit dari sekarang. Then Ummi flash gambar Ummi masa umur setahun dan berada dalam dokongan Opah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni tape? haaa.. Ami! (Shahmey)" (sambil tunjuk kat monitor lappy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi senyum lebih lebar kali ni. Hehehee.. sama ke muka kita nak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelmarin masa duduk sorang-sorang, Ummi terfikir yang Ummi dah banyak tak ingat precious moments Kakak dan Kak Coan semasa umur mereka sebaya Shahmey, especially the baby words yang diorang pernah sebut. Sekarang, Shahmey masih lagi considered baby. Ummi nak tulis all the baby words yang Shahmey sebut sekarang yang nampak sangat cute di telinga Ummi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-pe -&gt; Siapa&lt;br /&gt;olat -&gt; Solat&lt;br /&gt;mayang -&gt; Sembahyang&lt;br /&gt;O-pi-ya -&gt; Sophea&lt;br /&gt;O-ba-an -&gt; Sobhan&lt;br /&gt;mey-ya -&gt; Sumeyyah&lt;br /&gt;kolah -&gt; Sekolah&lt;br /&gt;kool -&gt; School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu aje dulu.. ummi lupa dan nak take a nap kejap.. nanti Ummi sambung lagi.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SjSt68lEnnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dyYiQZdAWok/s1600-h/pak+aji+makan+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347089885801258610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SjSt68lEnnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dyYiQZdAWok/s400/pak+aji+makan+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SjSt7LwDj2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/L0RcgrKe4yw/s1600-h/pak+aji+makan+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347089889873858402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SjSt7LwDj2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/L0RcgrKe4yw/s400/pak+aji+makan+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8579016822726505033?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8579016822726505033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8579016822726505033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8579016822726505033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8579016822726505033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/06/kita-serupa.html' title='Kita serupa?'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SjSt68lEnnI/AAAAAAAAAUE/dyYiQZdAWok/s72-c/pak+aji+makan+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8902393371687285441</id><published>2009-05-27T05:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:30:54.321+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habit'/><title type='text'>Projek mencari chewing gum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chewing gum memang lah menjadi favorite Shahmey. Dulu, Ummi takut nak bagi Shahmey chewing gum sebab takut Shahmey telan. Tapi, semenjak Ummi tengok Shahmey buang bila dah rasa tawar, Ummi lega. Mungkin Shahmey heran, kenapalah chewing gum makin tawar dan tak sedap. Tapi, tak habis-habis pulak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dari tu, Ummi tak kisah untuk bagi chewing gum. Cumanya, tak selalu Ummi beli chewing gum. Kadang-kadang Ummi beli sweets or candy saja. Yang jadi mangsa ialah beg sekolah atau handbag Ummi. Shahmey akan buat 'projek mencari chewing gum'. Pada Shahmey semua benda chewing gum. Candy pun chewing gum. Sweets pun chewing gum. Baru-baru ni saja Ummi ajar Shamey sebut coklat. Nanti Shahmey tahu lah kan nak beza perbezaan masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week masa Ummi tengah susu adik Chomey, Shahmey masuk bilik dan 'projek' Ummi. Pandai pulak tu belek sana sini untuk cari apa yang Shahmey nak. Oh.. sebelum terlupa, mana ruler Ummi yek? Di kelas semalam, masa Ummi nak guna, puas Ummi cari. Dah kena projek jugak lah tu.. hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisah projek ni pulak, Ummi teringat untuk snap! snap! Then, Ummi pun capailah camera. Jom kita tengok Shahmey memprojek bag sekolah Ummi.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIwvpCBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E9ZnAR12rLA/s1600-h/cari+chewing+gum+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323728585197586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIwvpCBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E9ZnAR12rLA/s400/cari+chewing+gum+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIgukPcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QQojvDXMfrk/s1600-h/cari+chewing+gum+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323724285722050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIgukPcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QQojvDXMfrk/s400/cari+chewing+gum+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIdkYtKI/AAAAAAAAATs/0m1uEJ8kIRw/s1600-h/cari+chewing+gum+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323723437716642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIdkYtKI/AAAAAAAAATs/0m1uEJ8kIRw/s400/cari+chewing+gum+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykICIajfI/AAAAAAAAATk/yn2dzXdQIIc/s1600-h/cari+chewing+gum+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323716072639986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykICIajfI/AAAAAAAAATk/yn2dzXdQIIc/s400/cari+chewing+gum+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8902393371687285441?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8902393371687285441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8902393371687285441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8902393371687285441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8902393371687285441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/05/projek-mencari-chewing-gum.html' title='Projek mencari chewing gum!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShykIwvpCBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/E9ZnAR12rLA/s72-c/cari+chewing+gum+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8358599040472868221</id><published>2009-05-17T11:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:05:40.431+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Semoga berkat hidupmu Sayang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini genap 2 tahun masehi Shahmey bersama-sama Ummi didunia yang fana ini. Ianya adalah 2 tahun yang memberi erti 'penatnya melayan kenakalan anak lelaki' bagi Ummi. Dulu, Ummi ingat Kakak dan Kak Coan dah cukup aktif. Rupanya Shahmey lebih lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditangan Shahmey, camera hadiah birthday Ummi tahun errrr.. Ummi lupa hehee.. rosak! Tapi camera tu masih digunakan dengan susah payah untuk keluarkan lensenya ;). Ditangan Shahmey juga, eyeglasses Ummi yang dah lebih 3 tahun Ummi guna patah. Ya.. patah! Bukan setakat tercabut cermin tapi patah dua. Sabar aje lah... Shahmey juga pioneer mencabut button keyboard laptop Abah. Kalau lah keyboard tu menjerit, mesti diorang kata "sakitnya!!!! asyik kena cungkil ajeeeee!!!" heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, Ummi tetap menyayangi Shahmey sepenuh hati. Tiada kurang sedikit pun. Hari demi hari, banyak benda baru yang membuatkan Ummi dan Abah kagum dengan Shahmey. Salah satunya ialah Shahmey dah mula bercakap seawal umur 1 3/4 tahun. Sekarang, Shahmey dah boleh buat ayat 3 perkataan dengan tersekat-sekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey masih breastfeeding. Ya, ramai yang kata, kesian kat adik Sumeyyah. Ummi pun kesian jugak tapi susah betul nak 'putus' susu ni. Tadi, Ummi letak garam. Ingatkan jadilah taktik tu. Tak jadi jugak. Agaknya sedap pulak rasa masin garam tu ya hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi berdoa kepada Allah agar Shahmey menjadi seorang anak yang soleh buat Ummi dan Abah. Semoga Shahmey akan sentiasa mendoakan kesejahteraan Ummi dan Abah. Ummi juga doakan Shahmey berjaya didalam hidup didunia dan akhirat. Ameen.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKZvjaSI/AAAAAAAAATc/RAMEZnANfhc/s1600-h/2nd+birthday+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKZvjaSI/AAAAAAAAATc/RAMEZnANfhc/s400/2nd+birthday+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336808618096552226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKCc0DaI/AAAAAAAAATU/PnwHJs7vvq0/s1600-h/2nd+birthday+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKCc0DaI/AAAAAAAAATU/PnwHJs7vvq0/s400/2nd+birthday+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336808611843935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKCPn4EI/AAAAAAAAATM/IahS-Ebion8/s1600-h/2nd+birthday+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKCPn4EI/AAAAAAAAATM/IahS-Ebion8/s400/2nd+birthday+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336808611788611650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnJ8yFuAI/AAAAAAAAATE/OxTgM-4uuqo/s1600-h/2nd+birthday+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnJ8yFuAI/AAAAAAAAATE/OxTgM-4uuqo/s400/2nd+birthday+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336808610322561026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8358599040472868221?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8358599040472868221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8358599040472868221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8358599040472868221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8358599040472868221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/05/semoga-berkat-hidupmu-sayang.html' title='Semoga berkat hidupmu Sayang...'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/ShAnKZvjaSI/AAAAAAAAATc/RAMEZnANfhc/s72-c/2nd+birthday+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2706498517263971849</id><published>2009-05-14T09:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:45:56.071+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Baju... toilet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sgu9vpjC5nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9f03yJ-kqsY/s1600-h/kakak+suka+buli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sgu9vpjC5nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9f03yJ-kqsY/s400/kakak+suka+buli.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335566809854830194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak Ummi yang rajin! Bukan nak puji (tapi memang puji pun hehehe..), diusia belum pun 2 tahun, Shahmey sangatlah rajin tolong Ummi. Tapi, bukanlah tolong semua benda tau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam bilik Ummi, Ummi letakkan kain baju kotor dekat corner of the room. Memang kalau ada kain kotor, situ lah tempatnya. Bila kain baju dah banyak, Ummi angkat kain baju tu, bawak ke toilet untuk dicuci sebab bakul kain nak dicuci ada diluar toilet. Ummi tak perasan sejak bila Shahmey noticed Ummi buat benda ni. Yang Ummi perasan, dah lama Shahmey keep 'hangkut' kain baju kotor tu bawak ke toilet (time rajin laa). Sambil angkat kain baju tu, Shahmey kata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baju.... toilet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi pun kata, haa.. ambik bawak semua hehee. Senang kerja Ummi. Kalau Ummi nak mandikan adik Sumeyyah, Ummi mintak Shahmey letak terus baju-baju kotor Sumeyyah ke toilet, Shahmey tak buat pulak. Instead, Shahmey ambik dan letak kat corner of the room tu. Kalau time Shahmey tengah syok main, Shahmey couldn't care less pun nak bawak kain baju tu ke toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang, time terlebih rajin, baju-baju Sumeyyah yang Shahmey dah sepahkan (keluarkan dari closet) pun Shahmey bawak pergi toilet.. Aduuusshhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2706498517263971849?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2706498517263971849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2706498517263971849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2706498517263971849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2706498517263971849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/05/baju-toilet.html' title='Baju... toilet!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/Sgu9vpjC5nI/AAAAAAAAAS8/9f03yJ-kqsY/s72-c/kakak+suka+buli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-3257264601242790015</id><published>2009-04-25T10:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:49:07.688+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='precious moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Put!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah word terbaru yang Ummi dengar dari mulut Shahmey. Kalau bukan kakak yang selalu sebut cam tu, siapa lagi kan. Tadi, Shahmey nak minum air Ummi. Ummi ni takut lah air tu tumpah, jadi ambik lah gelas tu and pegang. Tapi, Shahmey cakap, put!! put!! sambil tepuk tepuk meja. Amboiiiii... garang dengan Ummi ya. Ummi tak bagi minum air baru tau haaaa!!! hehehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to Kakak and Kak Coan, Shahmey lebih banyak bercakap dan lebih cepat bercakap. Sekarang ni, Shahmey dah pandai buat 2 words sentence. Kadang-kadang, 3 words. Contoh 2 words tu "Baju. Abah". Memang ada stop kat tengah-tengah sebab Shahmey bukan terus sebut baju abah. Rasanya, apa saja orang sebut, Shahmey cepat aje tiru. Yang tak bestnya ialah, Ummi ni jarang speak in English kat rumah. Hopefully Shahmey akan belajar dengan Kakak and Kak Coan lah ya.. hehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu Ummi nak tau, kenapa Shahmey takut hantu? Ni mesti pengaruh kakak-kakak Shahmey yang memang takut hantu walaupun tak pernah nampak pun hantu. Kalau masuk bilik Ummi, kadang-kadang Shahmey sebut "Antu!!" sambil tunjuk pada air cond kat dinding. Kelmarin, bola Shahmey tergolek bawah dressing table. Then Shahmey pergi dekat Ummi dan mintak, "ball! ball!" Ummi pusing and nampak bola tu ada kat situ. Then Ummi suruh Shahmey pergi ambik. Shahmey cakap, "Antu!". Ummi pun sakat lah lagi. "Haaaa!!! ambik lah antu!!". Then Shahmey pekap muka pada peha Ummi, macam ketakutan lah tu. Then Ummi cakap, "mana ada hantu...". Tak lama lepas tu, Shahmey pun ambik bola tu. No more hantu okay my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, Shahmey was so very nice towards adik Meyyah. Tapi semalam, Shahmey was harsh. Ada ke patut Shahmey pijak perut adik. Kalau tak disebabkan Shahmey ni kecik, mesti teruk kena dengan Abah. Itu pun memang dah kena marah dengan Ummi. Lepas ni, memang Ummi kena careful bila tengok Shahmey dekat dengan Meyyah. Sangatlah bahaya... Tapi, dalam pada tu, Shahmey still lagi kiss adik Meyyah sampai basahlah muka adik dengan air liur Shahmey tu hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petang semalam, lagi sekali, kita pergi Masjid Road Ferdos Sector. Kali ni Shahmey naik kudang (sebutan kuda bagi Shahmey). No! No! You weren't alone. Abah lah yang kena bawak. Dah kuda tu dibawak oleh orang lain. Hai Abah... tak reti tunggang kuda ke?? huhuuuu... Surprisingly, Shahmey tak nampak excited pun atas kuda tu. Shahmey diam aje. Ummi pun tak tahu kenapa. Nak kata takut, tak jugak. Mungkin Shahmey pelik, kenapalah binatang ni boleh bergerak pulak. Selama ni kuda kat rumah tu duduk statik aje. Paling tidak pun swing je.. agaknya laaaa.... heheheee.. Besides that, seperti biasa Shahmey main all those colorful stuff for kids. Next week tak tahu lah kakak-kakak nak pergi lagi ke tak ke situ. Kita tungguuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0sCU9pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SQKnjzMp9U0/s1600-h/kudang+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0sCU9pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SQKnjzMp9U0/s400/kudang+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532221027743378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0slY4lI/AAAAAAAAASs/U6qUUSN9N0c/s1600-h/kudang+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0slY4lI/AAAAAAAAASs/U6qUUSN9N0c/s400/kudang+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532221174800978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0VYRNII/AAAAAAAAASk/UGRCj4iMoig/s1600-h/kudang+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0VYRNII/AAAAAAAAASk/UGRCj4iMoig/s400/kudang+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532214945756290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0eaD4mI/AAAAAAAAASc/PO6Zm4a1mlg/s1600-h/kudang+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0eaD4mI/AAAAAAAAASc/PO6Zm4a1mlg/s400/kudang+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532217369191010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0I2emaI/AAAAAAAAASU/IhDdZ5eMkMQ/s1600-h/kudang+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0I2emaI/AAAAAAAAASU/IhDdZ5eMkMQ/s400/kudang+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328532211582802338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-3257264601242790015?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/3257264601242790015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=3257264601242790015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3257264601242790015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3257264601242790015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/04/put.html' title='Put!!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SfK_0sCU9pI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SQKnjzMp9U0/s72-c/kudang+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2531447478839344355</id><published>2009-04-19T07:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:00:56.077+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><title type='text'>Again??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I am a tough boy. I knocked my head many times. I've got bruises on my forehead. Okay.. just because I've a wide forehead, it doesn't mean that you can play a fool with it. I'm the son of my Ummi. Like mother like son hehehehh... I'm a bit naughty. That was claimed by Ummi. Oh well! Ummi was like that too when she was small. I climbed a lot, just like Ummi. Ummi climbed trees. I don't. See! I'm actually not as naughty as Ummi hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfnjlHr9I/AAAAAAAAASM/UjqHXJn6uv4/s1600-h/luka+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326245011233681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfnjlHr9I/AAAAAAAAASM/UjqHXJn6uv4/s400/luka+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I cut my eyebrow. Ouch! it hurts mind you. In fact, it really hurt until I screamed and yelled. Ummi was busy with the internet stuff (see! Ummi didn't look after me for 24 hours - many hours was spent with that computer thing uhuksss..). I was jealous. I wanted Ummi's attention. I climbed and sit on her lap. It was still okay then. Ummi held me tight. Then I wanted to get down. I was a bit agitated then. I planned to hop on the bed by bridging the side table. I was clever huh! I am, indeed... that's why I fell down. The stupid (ops!! cannot say stupid ha.. ha..) drawer handle cut my eyebrow. Mean! really mean! I will never friend with the metal handle anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfntsF0SI/AAAAAAAAASE/wsIM-6EvIb8/s1600-h/luka+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326245013947273506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfntsF0SI/AAAAAAAAASE/wsIM-6EvIb8/s400/luka+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a good mother (I know she felt guilty for sitting in front of the computer instead of playing with me), Ummi quickly held me. Blood dropped from the cut. Ummi was so panicked. Hahahaha!!! I like to see Ummi that way. She was so cute when she worried about me. She was so good with me. She left the computer for me. I love it! I love it! Abah also woke up. Oopps!! yes, Abah was sleeping when the thing happened. But, as soon as Ummi shouted "Abang! darah!!", Abah woke up. Everyone was busy inspecting my eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah applied minyak gamat (yuuckkyy!! funny smell stuff) on my eyebrow. Then he put a plaster on it. Then I stole Ummi from everyone else. I cried for Ummi. Of course, Ummi hugged and kissed me many times asking me to keep quiet. No one in the house likes to hear me crying. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfnfH7FaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zBj50IhD-w0/s1600-h/luka+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326245010037478818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfnfH7FaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zBj50IhD-w0/s400/luka+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop crying, Ummi asked me to look at myself in the mirror. Yes, I love to stand in front of the mirror, just like my sister, Coan. But, that day, when I looked at the plaster on my eyebrow, I was so sad. I quickly run back to Ummi and closed my eyes. I was so sad. I'm not as handsome as before. Uhuksss... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2531447478839344355?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2531447478839344355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2531447478839344355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2531447478839344355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2531447478839344355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/04/again.html' title='Again??'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeqfnjlHr9I/AAAAAAAAASM/UjqHXJn6uv4/s72-c/luka+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6639978108700809409</id><published>2009-04-12T22:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:08:46.544+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habit'/><title type='text'>Baju!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setahu Ummi, Kakak Coan pernah buat perangai suka tukar baju banyak-banyak kali dalam sehari. Tapi, dia jenis tak kisah baju apa. Yang penting, tukar aje. Lepas tu terjelepuk la baju merata-rata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey ni lain dan lebih sikit. Nak tukar baju tu satu hal dan nak baju cantik dan baru satu hal lain. Letih semua orang nak melayan. Pantang nampak baju baru, mesti Shahmey ambik dan suruh pakaikan baju baru tu. Walaupun kita takde nak kemana-mana pun, kalau Shahmey dah kata nak baju, mesti kena dapat. Kalau tidak, Shahmey menangis bagai nak rak. Sakit telinga semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari tu, bibik bagi tahu, dia cuma bercakap pasal baju tu. Agaknya dia suruh kakak simpan baju yang dah basuh tu dalam closet. Bila Shamey dengar aje, terus tengok and ambil baju tu. Shahmey suruh bibik pakaikan. Selagi tak dapat, selagi tu lah Shahmey mengamuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang Ummi bertegas dan tak bagi. Shahmey memang menangis. Tapi Ummi boleh lah sebab Ummi ada umpan lain... heheh.. susu lah! Apa lagi. Kalau orang lain, memang tak terumpan lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni pun sama. Bila Ummi bagi Abah suruh simpan balik baju tu, beriya-iya lah Shahmey nangis. Terfikir Ummi untuk snap moment tu. Besar esok, Shahmey tengok sendiri lah perangai Shahmey masa kecik tu ya... :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73sT-HOI/AAAAAAAAARw/9uyKhuNwCow/s1600-h/nak+baju+baru+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73sT-HOI/AAAAAAAAARw/9uyKhuNwCow/s400/nak+baju+baru+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883537479113954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73tewsWI/AAAAAAAAARo/R_NSJpuRjaw/s1600-h/nak+baju+baru+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73tewsWI/AAAAAAAAARo/R_NSJpuRjaw/s400/nak+baju+baru+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883537792807266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73W8zioI/AAAAAAAAARg/lk6uz-beXUI/s1600-h/nak+baju+baru+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73W8zioI/AAAAAAAAARg/lk6uz-beXUI/s400/nak+baju+baru+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883531744807554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73agIxbI/AAAAAAAAARY/MAyya6eFlj8/s1600-h/nak+baju+baru+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73agIxbI/AAAAAAAAARY/MAyya6eFlj8/s400/nak+baju+baru+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883532698305970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI72v5k-8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/h6myAkHFcfA/s1600-h/nak+baju+baru+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI72v5k-8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/h6myAkHFcfA/s400/nak+baju+baru+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323883521262287810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6639978108700809409?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6639978108700809409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6639978108700809409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6639978108700809409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6639978108700809409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/04/baju.html' title='Baju!!!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SeI73sT-HOI/AAAAAAAAARw/9uyKhuNwCow/s72-c/nak+baju+baru+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2173424867439101647</id><published>2009-04-08T14:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:39:34.394+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Cheek.. pikpik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tunjuk mata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tunjuk rambut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's your ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tunjuk ear. kadang-kadang tunjuk rambut. Confuse kot bunyi ear dengan hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's your cheek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tunjuk pipi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pikpik!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Ummi tanya, where's your cheek, mesti tunjuk sambil sebut pikpik (for pipi lah tu). Kenapa yang lain Shahmey tak translate pulak? Belum bejalar yeeee.. heheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelmarin, tambah lagi - finger, hand, teeth and tongue. So far, nampak Shahmey boleh faham dah. Tapi tak tahulah sampai bila bertahan. Ummi nak communicate in English dengan Shahmey tapi Ummi malas hehee.. Bila nak marah, macam tak best aje marah in English. Macam tak dapat lepas geram aje... hehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite at the moment - BALL! Everything is ball. Gambar ball kat baju yang kecik pun Shahmey boleh perasan. Nak jadi soccer player ke???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey dah tahu kalau Ummi dan Abah nak solat. Shahmey akan cakap "Ummi... mayang!" ataupun "Ummi... olat!" ataupun Ummi tu tukar jadi Abah lah kan hehee.. Tapi, masih tak dapat ditolak, Shahmey suka lalu lalang depan Ummi atau Abah. Kalau Abah solat, Shahmey kadang-kadang naik atas belakang Abah lagi. Sabor aje lah. Kalau Ummi tak pulak. Bagus anak Ummi hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, selalu Ummi notice, time Ummi solat (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nampak sangat Ummi tak khusyuk hehee&lt;/span&gt;), Shahmey akan berlari ambik kain kotor (kat corner bilik) dan bawak ke toilet. Ummi suka apa yang Shahmey buat tu. Yang Ummi geram ialah, Shamey lalu depan Ummi masa Ummi tengah solat. Ada ketika kain tu jatuh depan Ummi ish ish... Kalau nak tunjuk rajin pun, tunggu lah Ummi selesai solat sayang... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdyLmx8VZMI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJsZja6AqAI/s1600-h/nak+solat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322282358002771138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdyLmx8VZMI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJsZja6AqAI/s400/nak+solat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdyLm1b9jpI/AAAAAAAAARA/wt_5Rca20C8/s1600-h/dahi+bengkak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322282358940733074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdyLm1b9jpI/AAAAAAAAARA/wt_5Rca20C8/s400/dahi+bengkak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2173424867439101647?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2173424867439101647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2173424867439101647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2173424867439101647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2173424867439101647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheek-pikpik.html' title='Cheek.. pikpik'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdyLmx8VZMI/AAAAAAAAARI/rJsZja6AqAI/s72-c/nak+solat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-869794634179566650</id><published>2009-04-03T16:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:08:36.267+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Tukar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdYKD1uNarI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_mDMgLVS2ec/s1600-h/tukar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdYKD1uNarI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_mDMgLVS2ec/s400/tukar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320451070861601458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas baby Sumeyyah lahir, Shahmey kembali active breastfeeding. Memang banyak susu sebab Ummi ada 2 orang nak disusukan. Bila Shahmey minum and dapat banyakkkk susu, Shahmey suka sangat. Pandai demand pulak tu. Dah habis sebelah, mintak sebelah lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tukar!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi tahu lah Shahmey nak tukar ke susu sebelah. Tapi sekarang ni, tukar tu dah jadi makna lain. Bila nak susu aje, Shahmey sebut, tukar!! Aik!! nampak sangat Shahmey tak faham pun makna tukar tu.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang juga, Shahmey dah pandai mengadu. Bila kakak-kakak membuli Shahmey, terus saja nangis dan berlari cari Ummi. Then Shahmey mengadu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kakak!!! uuwwaaaaa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak yang mana Ummi tak tahu lah sebab dua-dua Shahmey panggil kakak. Tak kisahlah tu sebab nanti dua-dua kena panggil dengan Ummi. Soal siasat akan dijalankan. Puas lah hati kan bila kakak kena marah. Takpelah Shahmey.. awak kecik lagi. Dah besar esok, awak pulak kena soal siasat kalau baby Sumeyyah nangis.. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-869794634179566650?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/869794634179566650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=869794634179566650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/869794634179566650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/869794634179566650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/04/tukar.html' title='Tukar!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SdYKD1uNarI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_mDMgLVS2ec/s72-c/tukar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7340829714238638024</id><published>2009-02-28T12:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:38:07.281+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Haaaa....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SakFr_AwBaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lpMSWvzNV3k/s1600-h/shahmey+on+horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SakFr_AwBaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lpMSWvzNV3k/s400/shahmey+on+horse.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307779889039934882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi orang yang sangat excited bila Shahmey mula keluarkan words baru. Semalam, Ummi tegur Shahmey sebab pijak tupperware ice-cream. Memanglah tak mahal tapi sayangkan tupperware tu. Boleh digunakan untuk isi food especially untuk bawak keluar. Tapi Shahmey still pijak tupperware tu sampai lah kemek. Bila Shahmey tengok tupperware tu kemek, Ummi cakap lah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haaaaa.. kan dah kemek..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Shahmey tengok tupperware tu and sambung,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uu Uu.. tak taooo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comel sangat bunyinya. Banyak kali pulak tu Shahmey sebut. Bila Ummi suruh sebut depan Abah pun, Abah suka dengar. Abah kata, best pulak bila Shahmey sebut. Memang lah best. Then Ummi kata, cuba Abah yang sebut. Tak best langsung bunyinya hehehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah banyak words yang Shahmey boleh sebut. Mungkin lebih kepada imitation lah Ummi rasa. Shahmey akan sebut words yang orang lain sebut. Hopefully Shahmey imitate words yang makna elok sajalah ya. Yang tak elok tu, tak pandai sebut pun takpelah kot :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SakFsDTMgvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/agCtiuMaTQQ/s1600-h/duduk+dgn+ummi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SakFsDTMgvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/agCtiuMaTQQ/s400/duduk+dgn+ummi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307779890191041266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7340829714238638024?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7340829714238638024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7340829714238638024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7340829714238638024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7340829714238638024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/02/haaaa.html' title='Haaaa....!!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SakFr_AwBaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/lpMSWvzNV3k/s72-c/shahmey+on+horse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-4078830403463421780</id><published>2009-02-14T05:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:25:00.642+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special pose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Gambar Shahmey untuk keluarga di Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Ibu, Daddy, kak Ainaa dan Abang Qawiem... yang lain-lain rasanya tak baca blog Shahmey. Kalau baca, tolong bagi tahu ya. Nanti Ummi tambah nama kat situ hehehehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni Ummi Shahmey rajin nak menepek gambar-gambar candid Shahmey di blog ni. Satu pun takde yang ready. Memang susah sikit kalau nak ambik gambar Shahmey waktu tengah sibuk main. Kalau menjadi tu, kebetulan lah maknanya. Kalau dalam rumah, senang sikit nak ambil. Memang Shahmey akan pose dan bagi senyuman mesra gitu :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar-gambar ni Ummi snap semasa gathering KRMJ pada 5 Feb 2009 yang lepas. Shahmey suka sangat gathering tu sebab Shahmey dapat main dengan bebas. Memang ada bibik jaga tapi bibik tu selalu leka sebab dia suka makan. Di masa yang lain bibik suka perhatikan orang-orang sekeliling. Itu Ummi lah yang perasan sebab Ummi suka perhatikan tingkah laku bibik R0s tu hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun, Shahmey tak suka sangat dengan bibik tu. Dia tu kasar dan tak kids friendly langsung. Shahmey selalu jerit "nanak!!!!" kalau bibik nak ambik Shahmey. Nak tahu tak, hari tu masa bibik R0s nak ambik Shahmey, Shahmey gigit tangan dia hehee.. Tapi kan lepas tu mulut Shahmey berdarah. Tak tahu lah kenapa. Ummi kata, mungkin bibik tu sentap tangan dia kat mulut Shahmey. Kesian Shahmey kan. Kalaulah Shahmey pandai bercakap, Shahmey bagi tahu Ummi apa yang bibik tu buat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak pulak cerita bibik. Okaylah, jom lah layan gambar-gambar Shahmey ya :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgn4IJt5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7-N-3H2Skcs/s1600-h/da+besar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302320743240546194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgn4IJt5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7-N-3H2Skcs/s400/da+besar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302320741505946658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgnxql1CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9jYqxyOg8lQ/s400/lari+dari+bibik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgn59K0hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ba7ayDwp7yg/s1600-h/usik+adik.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302320743731352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgn59K0hI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ba7ayDwp7yg/s400/usik+adik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgnheWSUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NrlvwPgjl1w/s1600-h/baling+ball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302320737159629122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgnheWSUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/NrlvwPgjl1w/s400/baling+ball.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-4078830403463421780?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/4078830403463421780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=4078830403463421780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/4078830403463421780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/4078830403463421780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/02/gambar-shahmey-untuk-keluarga-di.html' title='Gambar Shahmey untuk keluarga di Malaysia'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWgn4IJt5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7-N-3H2Skcs/s72-c/da+besar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6974784317820046044</id><published>2009-02-13T19:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:19:21.120+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aqiqah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Selamat sudah aqiqah Shahmey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWcfTS10iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAWxK-lLbXI/s1600-h/kambing+shahmey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWcfTS10iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAWxK-lLbXI/s400/kambing+shahmey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302316197867803170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, setelah berumur dekat 2 tahun barulah aqiqah Shahmey dapat dilaksanakan. Bukan Abah dan Ummi sengaja lambatkan tapi kerana faktor masa. Masa Shahmey lahir, Abah sibuk dengan proses untuk ke Saudi. Lepas tu Ummi tinggal sorang di Malaysia. Sibuk pula dengan urusan untuk ke Saudi mengikut Abah. Bila dah sampai Saudi, delay lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya terjadi jua aqiqah untuk Shahmey pada 5 Feb 2009 yang lepas. Ianya dibuat bersekali dengan aqiqah adik Sumeyyah. Abah beli kambing dan hantar ke Baitul Arbi Mat'am untuk dimasak Laham Mandhi. Ianya dijamu semasa gathering rakyat Malaysia di Jubail pada 5 Feb tu. Shahmey pun merasa sama. Tapi sikit sajalah sebab Shahmey bukan makan sangat nasi masa tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah siap tanda kambing untuk Shahmey. Tengok tu. Comel tak kambing tu? hehee.. comel kan. Bersih aje bulu dia. Tapi dia dah selamat berada disyurga pun sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWcfbycfOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kgpdwiiESk4/s1600-h/shahmey+sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWcfbycfOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/kgpdwiiESk4/s400/shahmey+sleep.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302316200147844322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang Shahmey dah jadi big boy. Suka mengajuk orang cakap. Apa yang keluar dari mulut Ummi atau Abah, cepat aje Shahmey ikut. Bahaya sekarang ni kalau nak cakap sebab Shahmey bukan faham apa yang Shahmey cakap pun. Baru-baru ni Ummi snap gambar Shahmey tengah tidur dekat dengan adik Sumeyyah. Nampak besar dan panjang pulak anak Ummi ni. Dulu, sebelum adik Sumeyyah lahir, nampak kecil aje Shahmey. Walau bagaimanapun, Shahmey masih dimanjakan sebab kecil lagi. Lagipun, buat masa ni, Shahmey lah sorang hero Abah :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Ummi tak tahan ialah Shahmey makin seronok breastfeeding dengan Ummi. Maklumlah susu banyak lepas adik Sumeyyah lahir. Kalau Shahmey ada dalam bilik and kebetulan Ummi sedang breastfeed adik Sumeyyah, Shahmey mesti merengek nak susu sama. Kalau adik tidur Ummi tak kisah sangat. Lagipun, Ummi kesian juga dengan Shahmey sebab Shahmey belum pun masuk 2 tahun. Masih layak untuk menyusu. Disamping itu, dapat juga Ummi manja-manjakan anak Ummi ni. Semenjak adik lahir, Ummi dah jarang dapat belai-belai Shahmey. Dengan breastfeeding, dapat lah Ummi curi masa untuk lebih rapat dengan hero Ummi ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6974784317820046044?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6974784317820046044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6974784317820046044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6974784317820046044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6974784317820046044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/02/selamat-sudah-aqiqah-shahmey.html' title='Selamat sudah aqiqah Shahmey'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SZWcfTS10iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PAWxK-lLbXI/s72-c/kambing+shahmey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-9085705572615699449</id><published>2009-01-27T15:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:14:03.717+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Anak Ummi yang jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Ummi ingat Shahmey langsung tak jealous dengan adik Sumeyyah. Mungkin memang tak jealous kot sebab Ummi tengok bila Shahmey dekat dengan adik Sumeyyah, Shahmey takde pulak nak pukul adik. Tapi... opsss!!! ada laaaa... semalam, masa nak naik katil Ummi, Shahmey tendang kepala Sumeyyah. Kenapa tu? Ada masalah ke encik hero? Tak baik tau tendang adik. Nanti Ummi rotan baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CvMsXHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zSkt2IHgXYk/s1600-h/tunjuk+gigi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CvMsXHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zSkt2IHgXYk/s400/tunjuk+gigi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295945136770669682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam juga, Shahmey banyak kali breastfeed. Heran juga Ummi. Asal masuk bilik Ummi mesti nak susu. Padahal sebelum ni takde pulak. A day before, Ummi siap offer Shahmey, nak susu? Shahmey kata "nanak!" sambil geleng kepala. Tapi semalam, pantang nampak Ummi mesti tunjuk-tunjuk kat dada Ummi. Masa Ummi breastfeed Sumeyyah, Shahmey nangis-nangis nak susu. Serba salah Ummi dibuatnya. Takkan Ummi nak letak adik yang tak tahu apa langsung tu. At least Shahmey dah boleh makan benda lain and Shahmey memang minum formula milk pun kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CSoGbyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fSaDszC9I7k/s1600-h/pakai+kasut+besar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CSoGbyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fSaDszC9I7k/s400/pakai+kasut+besar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295945129100996386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, as a mother, Ummi cepat-cepat susukan adik dan letak dia. Suka sangat lah Shahmey bila Ummi ambik Shahmey letak atas riba Ummi. Tak reti nak stop pulak tu. Sabar aje lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam kita dapat bibik baru - Samak. Cam tu ke eja nama dia. Pelik jugak kan. Tapi takpelah. Seperti biasa, Shahmey akan buat adegan menangis meraung-raung bila bibik baru nak pegang. Kesian Samak terpaksa melayan kerenah Shahmey. Ummi nak dokong Shahmey memang tak boleh. Kalau Ummi keluar dari bilik, for sure Shahmey mintak Ummi dokong. Dulu masa pregnant boleh Ummi buat. Sekarang tak boleh. Tak pasal-pasal lebih teruk stitches Ummi nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CBY792I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/srguV4ctlPA/s1600-h/kudakan+abah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CBY792I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/srguV4ctlPA/s400/kudakan+abah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295945124473993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama kelamaan Ummi dengar Shahmey dah mula diam. Pandai juga Samak ambik hati Shahmey. Apa tak nya.. Shahmey kena dokong. Itulah kesukaan Shahmey. Kena dokong. Dah lah Shahmey tu makin berat sekarang. Sabar aje lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, walaupun dah ada adik Sumeyyah, Shahmey masih menjadi favorite sebab Shahmey ni satu-satunya hero Ummi dan Abah. Jadi, treatment pun lain sikit. Tapi not for Ummi ya. Jangan harap Ummi nak manjakan sangat Shahmey. No way man.... ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CDHAUyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ejPLxZLDly0/s1600-h/duduk+atas+bahu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CDHAUyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ejPLxZLDly0/s400/duduk+atas+bahu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295945124935652130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setakat ni Shahmey dah banyak bercakap. Ummi pun tak tercatch up dah. Pendek kata, apa yang orang sebut, Shahmey akan ikut. Cuma Shahmey tak pandai nak buat sentence saja lagi. Hopefully balik Malaysia nanti, Shahmey boleh lah biasa-biasakan diri berborak dengan orang lain sebab Ummi tentunya busy dengan adik Sumeyyah hehehehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-9085705572615699449?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/9085705572615699449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=9085705572615699449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9085705572615699449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/9085705572615699449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/01/anak-ummi-yang-jealous.html' title='Anak Ummi yang jealous'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SX76CvMsXHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zSkt2IHgXYk/s72-c/tunjuk+gigi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2293934147561627625</id><published>2009-01-09T07:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:44:43.901+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Tidur dengan kakak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SWbVX8-5EMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CSogIjXvqQ8/s1600-h/hero+ummi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SWbVX8-5EMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CSogIjXvqQ8/s400/hero+ummi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289149419876847810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam, for the first time ever, Ummi asingkan Shahmey dari katil Ummi. Shahmey dah kena belajar tidur sendiri - tidur dengan kakak. Lagi seminggu, Insyaallah.. Shahmey nak dapat adik. Jadi, Shahmey tak boleh berkepit lagi dengan Ummi tengah malam. Shahmey kena minum susu botol tengah malam dan tak boleh mengempeng dengan Ummi. Lagipun nanti Ummi kena stay di hospital dan Shahmey memang tak boleh ikut sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa nak tidur, Ummi terasa satu kehilangan sebab Shahmey takde disebelah. Susah juga nak lelap mata tapi akhirnya lelap juga sebab dah mengantuk sangat. Pagi, cepat betul Ummi bangun. Selalu tu bila dengar Azan Subuh, boleh lagi Ummi manja-manjakan mata. Tapi pagi ni tak pulak. Terus Ummi bangun. Dalam hati Ummi dok tertanya-tanya jugak, apa khabar lah Shahmey di bilik kakak tu. Tapi, Ummi tak dengar pun Shahmey nangis. Jadi, Ummi rasa mungkin Shahmey tak bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah jaga untuk solat subuh. Abah sibuk tanya Shahmey tak bangun ke? Tak nangis ke? Beriya-iya Abah suruh Ummi pergi tengok. Risau betul Abah. Dulu, masa Kak Sophea takde pulak Abah risau cam tu. Maklumlah, Shahmey tu anak jantan sulung. Lagipun setakat ni Shahmey tak pernah lagi tidur dengan orang lain selain Ummi. Kak Sophea dulu dah biasa tidur dengan Opah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Ummi selesai solat dibilik, Ummi keluar ke dapur. Nampak bibik keluar dari toilet. Ummi tanya bibik Shahmey ada bangun tak. Bibik kata Shahmey bangun mintak susu. Lepas menyusu, Shahmey tidur balik. Alhamdulillah. Ini bermakna, Shahmey memang dah bersedia untuk dapat adik :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2293934147561627625?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2293934147561627625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2293934147561627625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2293934147561627625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2293934147561627625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/01/tidur-dengan-kakak.html' title='Tidur dengan kakak'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SWbVX8-5EMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CSogIjXvqQ8/s72-c/hero+ummi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-263162422106592796</id><published>2009-01-01T11:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:17:51.213+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Tuan Inspector diperlukan disini!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lah kisah seorang budak kecik dalam rumah ni yang suka menginvisiblekan barang-barang. Kisahnya bermula pagi tadi. Shahmey main dengan vitamin Ummi yang baru aje Ummi ambil dari Mouwasat Hospital beberapa hari lepas. Ummi belum makan vitamin tu sebab vitamin yang lama banyak lagi. Lagipun, Ummi tak berkenan sangat dengan vitamin yang jenis ni :). Jadi, ianya terlepak sahaja dalam bilik Ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since vitamin tu tablet dan casingnya macam sweets yang biasa Shahmey makan, Shahmey suka sangat main dengan benda tu. Dulu, Shahmey selalu mintak suruh bukak so that Shahmey boleh makan. Tapi sekarang tak lagi. May be sebab Shahmey tengok kakak-kakak takde sorang pun makan benda tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_fSsss9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y-ZhX0Q3lkI/s1600-h/sorok+barang1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240238198109138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_fSsss9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y-ZhX0Q3lkI/s400/sorok+barang1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa Ummi sibuk blogging (hehehe...), Shahmey tarik tangan Ummi. Ummi tahu dah. Mesti ada benda yang Shahmey nak. Ingatkan Shahmey nak main hp. Bila bagi hp, Shahmey letak and still tarik tangan Ummi. Ummi suruh Kak Sophea layan. Then Shahmey tunduk-tunduk sambil tunjuk bawah closet. Bila Kak Sophea tengok, rupanya casing vitamin Ummi telah di sisip ke bawah closet. Memang le tak boleh nak angkat closet yang berat macam gajah tu. Ummi suruh Kak Sophea guna hanger untuk keluarkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_exGhe2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/OFVMMYGnpq0/s1600-h/sorok+barang3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240229179620194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_exGhe2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/OFVMMYGnpq0/s400/sorok+barang3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Kak Sophea keluarkan, bukan setakat vitamin tu, tapi banyak lagi barang-barang lain, termasuklah sebelah stokin Shahmey yang Ummi baru beli. Heran jugak, baru beli dah lesap sebelah. Disitulah tempatnya. Bukan main excited muka Shahmey tengok orang susah payah mencari barang-barang kat bawah tu... adoi laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_e5kWLaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/q7Zuhv7LRDY/s1600-h/sorok+barang2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240231452192162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_e5kWLaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/q7Zuhv7LRDY/s400/sorok+barang2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, Ummi nak cerita pasal kisah Shahmey yang suka bodek. Bila aje Shahmey buat Ummi marah, Ummi akan pandang Shahmey. Kalau Ummi diam, Shahmey akan panggil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ommi!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nak bodek lah tu supaya tak dimarah. Kalau Ummi dah marah, memang Shahmey akan meraung. Tapi tak lama sebab lepas tu Shahmey akan pekap muka kat badan Ummi. Memang sweet dan Ummi suka sangat buat gitu hehehee... Suka tengok Shahmey nangis dan dapatkan perlindungan semula. Lately mungkin Shahmey dah terer sikit. Bila Shahmey rasa bersalah terhadap apa jua dan bila aje Ummi pandang muka Shahmey, terus aje Shahmey panggil Ummi dan senyum. Takpe takpe.. sekarang boleh lah buat gitu. Dah besar esok, takde can lagi. Shahmey mesti kena marah macam kakak-kakak jugak tau... :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_e7XtcDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KzwuOBP81DY/s1600-h/sorok+barang4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286240231936061490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_e7XtcDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KzwuOBP81DY/s400/sorok+barang4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sikit update mengenai words baru yang Shahmey dah boleh sebut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Omore / momore = No more (kalau makan/minum dan benda tu habis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tadak = Tak ada (kalau Shahmey expect sesuatu tu ada tapi takde rupanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ommi = Ummi (at last, Shahmey pandai sebut Ummi.. Ummi sukaaaaaa sangat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tuting = Gunting (barang favorite Shahmey - dah pernah gunting baju sendiri. habis lubang2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. kedai = Crocodile (pandai sebut bila abah beli crocodile toy di IKEA hari tu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. fwesh = Fries (bila potato fries ada depan mata, Shahmey akan mintak. kalau takde, memang tak sebut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ukak = Bukak (kalau suruh buka something yang bertutup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja yang Ummi ingat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-263162422106592796?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/263162422106592796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=263162422106592796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/263162422106592796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/263162422106592796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuan-inspector-diperlukan-disini.html' title='Tuan Inspector diperlukan disini!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SVx_fSsss9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Y-ZhX0Q3lkI/s72-c/sorok+barang1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7597189391105667001</id><published>2008-12-21T08:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:26:06.767+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Ikut sape lagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SU3U4M1Cu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/aR71nCD2Wvk/s1600-h/shahmey+eskimo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SU3U4M1Cu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/aR71nCD2Wvk/s400/shahmey+eskimo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282111999956925362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi perasan yang Shahmey sangat suka tengok cermin. Kalau pakai cap, mesti nak tengok kat cermin. Baru-baru ni, Ummi pakaikan stoking sebab lantai sejuk. Part yang takde carpet tu memanglah sejuk sangat. Kesian Ummi kat Shahmey. Bila Ummi sarungkan stokin, tak menyempat-nyempat Shahmey nak tengok cermin. Siap angkat-angkat kaki lagi tu. Bila Ummi cakap kat Abah, Abah kata, ikut sape lagi kalau bukan Coan! Tapi, Kak Coan tu pandai tengok cermin bila dah besar ni je. Dulu tak lah pun. Shahmey ni kecik-kecik lagi dah pandai bercermin. Then Shahmey akan cakap "Tantekkk..". Hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SU3U36Gcd9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Lb8BHPPlHA0/s1600-h/minum+susu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SU3U36Gcd9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Lb8BHPPlHA0/s400/minum+susu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282111994929641426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila ambik gambar pun, dah pandai pose. Boleh pulak tu berdiri dan senyum. Tak susah dah nak ambik gambar Shahmey. Bila nampak Ummi pegang camera aje, Shahmey pun akan berdiri tegak. Kalau Ummi kata belakang sikit, Shahmey pun akan undur. Hehehe.. Tapi most of the time, mesti ada enterframe orang lain. Siapa lagi kalau tak Kakak dan Kak Coan tu... Then, bila Ummi dah snap gambar, Ummi akan tunjuk kat Shahmey. Bukan main happy lagi anak Ummi tengok gambar sendiri. Tapi bila Ummi tunjuk gambar (tak kiralah gambar apa pun), Shahmey mesti sebut "Kakak!!!" walaupun gambar tu gambar Shahmey sendiri.. hmmmmm... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7597189391105667001?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7597189391105667001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7597189391105667001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7597189391105667001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7597189391105667001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/12/ikut-sape-lagi.html' title='Ikut sape lagi...'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SU3U4M1Cu7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/aR71nCD2Wvk/s72-c/shahmey+eskimo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6059445943978490060</id><published>2008-12-15T13:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:37:03.651+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>A new blogger in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SUYzEt_jnqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bwNVR9oCwXI/s1600-h/blogger+shahmey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279963769297149602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SUYzEt_jnqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bwNVR9oCwXI/s400/blogger+shahmey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hero of Abah simply can't resist seeing nobody's using the laptop. Whenever the laptop was on and the chair was empty, he would crawl and sit on the chair. He knew we would never allow him to play around with the laptop. So, if he's caught, he would laugh really loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, he wanna be a blogger - just like Ummi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6059445943978490060?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6059445943978490060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6059445943978490060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6059445943978490060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6059445943978490060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blogger-in-town.html' title='A new blogger in town'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SUYzEt_jnqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bwNVR9oCwXI/s72-c/blogger+shahmey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-3385905208013208259</id><published>2008-11-30T11:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:51:00.624+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>After a year, six month and plus plus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many updates on him sampai Ummi pun tak sempat nak jot down. Hopefully Ummi doesn't forget to record every progress of yours my dear. I know you may wanna to view it when you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, you are curious about what you are able to perform by now. Let me list them down dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hold a glass by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah semestinya Ummi hanya akan bagi cawan plastik untuk hero Ummi ni. Tak berani nak bagi gelas kaca. Bukan Ummi tak percaya tapi... memang Ummi tak percaya pun hehee.. So far, memang tak pernah lah Shahmey baling cawan tu tapi manalah tahu kan.. precautions is always better than cure you know! Selalu tu, Ummi akan pegang kan dulu tapi Shahmey.. biasalah, memang tak suka Ummi pegang. Nak juga pegang sendiri melainkan masa tu Ummi tengah dokong Shahmey. Then, its okay for Ummi to hold the cup for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can understand people's words (your parents and kakak-kakak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey tahu bila saja Ummi atau Abah cakap mengenai Shahmey. Selalunya, bila Ummi bagi arahan pada kakak untuk ambil something for you, Shahmey akan buat muka eager dan menunggu barang tu. Barang tu biasanya ball, cap, ataupun your books la. Walaupun tak reti membaca, Shahmey memang suka buku. Bagus hobi yang ni tapi tak bagus bila Shamey koyakkan kulit buku tu.. Grrrrr!!! Shahmey pun tahu bila Ummi cakap pada Abah yang Shahmey nak susu. Mesti Shahmey akan duduk nak buat muka menunggu cam tu :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang Ummi mintak Shahmey ambilkan something. Shahmey sudah semestinya akan pergi kalau Shahmey tahu dimana tempatnya. Otherwise, Shahmey mungkin akan heret kakak, Ummi ataupun Abah untuk pergi ambil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Suka menari bila dengar lagu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni Ummi tak boleh nak salahkan orang lain. Kakak-kakak yang selalu buat macam tu. Jadi, sebagai adik, Shahmey pun mengikut saja. Bila dengar aje muzik, kepala Shahmey pun bergoyang-goyanglah. Kalau masa tu Shahmey berdiri, akan berpusing-pusing lah hero Ummi ni :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Main remote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini satu lagi favorite Shahmey. Bila nampak remote, Shahmey akan tekan button sebab Shahmey suka tengok orang marah Shahmey bila channel bertukar. Selalunya Shahmey suka sangat main remote tv. Bila tekan saja, takde channel langsung. Shahmey akan happy sakan. Sabar aje la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kiss and salam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila disuruh kiss, Shahmey akan kiss dengan buka mulut. Ummi okay aje tapi Abah.. hehee.. memang Abah akan lap muka dia sebab geli dengan saliva Shahmey tu ;). Bila suruh salam pun Shahmey pandai salam dan cium tangan lagi tu. Cuma yang tak tahan, bersekali dengan saliva la.. ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Merajuk bila kena marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi paling suka yang ni sebab Ummi kan suka menyakat dan tengok muka jebek anak Ummi ni. Setiap kali Ummi marah, Shahmey mesti buat muka sedih. Kadang-kadang mencebik. Kalau Ummi marah dan masa tu Abah ada dekat, Shahmey akan pergi peluk Abah. Tapi, kalau Abah takde disitu, Shahmey tunggu dulu sekejap dan akan pekapkan badan dan muka pada Ummi. How lovely! Kalau Ummi pukul sikit, Shahmey akan meraung dan peluk Abah atau Ummi. Kesian anak Ummi tapi Ummi suka hehee.. Perangai Shahmey yang ni memang sebijik ikut Kakak Coan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Very observant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey cepat belajar sesuatu yang baik ataupun buruk. Bila Shahmey tengok Abah atau Ummi atau Kakak buat something yang Shahmey tak pernah buat, Shahmey akan observe. Lepas tu, Shahmey pun buat sama. Dulu, Shahmey tak pandai buka zip beg. Sekarang dah pandai. Beg toiletries tu Ummi dah tak boleh zip lagi sebab kalau zip pun, Shahmey dengan selambanya buka. Habis Shahmey keluarkan segala harta karun dalam tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenal ring tone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni Ummi tak berapa pasti tapi bila Ummi dengarkan Shahmey dengan ring tone di handphone, ada ring tone yang membuatkan Shahmey letakkan handphone ke telinga Shahmey. Selalunya ring tone Abah lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Panjat dan turun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak ambil sesuatu, Shahmey memang dah terer untuk memikirkan cara mengambilnya - samada guna kerusi ataupun apa-apa yang boleh dipanjat. Nak turun pun macam tu. Kalau nak turun katil dan Ummi ada atas katil, Shahmey akan merengek sambil pegang tangan Ummi dan guna tangan Ummi jadi tali untuk turun. Ewah!! bijak sungguh dia ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenal food yang Shahmey suka dan tak suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak bagi makan pada Shahmey memang susah sikit sebab Shahmey tak akan makan food yang tak biasa Shahmey makan. Kalau potato fries memang takde masalah sebab Shahmey memang suka. Kalau chips pun okay. Tapi, kalau benda lain, Shahmey biasanya akan rasa sikit dengan lidah. Kalau sedap atau memenuhi citarasa, Shahmey makan. Kalau tidak, Shahmey akan buang. Ubat pun macam tu. Ada ubat yang Shahmey suka dan ada yang tak. Kalau Ummi paksa makan ubat tu, tunggulah Shahmey akan sembur balik ubat tu. Aduiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahu tempat tidur sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempat tidur Shahmey ialah disebelah kiri katil. Ummi dah letak comforter lain untuk alas dan bantal kecil. Bila naik katil, Shahmey akan terus ke tempat Shahmey. Memang tak akan Shahmey tidur tempat Ummi atau Abah. Yang ni Ummi rasa kesian sikit sebab tak lama lagi mungkin adik Shahmey pula akan ambil tempat tu. Manalah anak Ummi nak tidur pulak kan. Dengan kakak kakak lah kot. Kesian dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tahu apa yang akan buat orang marah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Shahmey nak buat something yang Shahmey rasa orang tak suka, Shahmey akan berdiri dan senyum pada sesiapa yang ada disitu. Contohnya, kalau Shahmey nak ambil camera dan Shahmey memang tahu sangat Ummi atau Abah tak akan bagi Shahmey main camera. Shahmey akan senyum dan berdiri dulu. Bila Shahmey tengok Ummi jerit, Shahmey mesti jerit dan ketawa. Kiranya, dah berjaya kenakan Ummi la tu. Takpe.. ada ubi ada batas tau.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Rasanya itu sahaja yang dapat Ummi ingat setakat ni. Kalau ada lagi, lain kali Ummi letak di entry lain pulak. By the way, setakat hari ni, dah banyak words yang Shahmey sebut.. Selain dari words yang Ummi pernah tulis sebelum ni, Shahmey juga pandai sebut: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kkak - Bukak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mmi - Ummi (dulu tak selalu. Sekarang dah kerap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Book - Book la.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ball - ball (Shahmey ada ball baru dan murah yang Abah beli ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kal - basikal (Shahmey ada basikal baru. Abah beli dalam 3 minggu yang lepas. Sayangnya kaki tak sampai. Kena tunggu ada driver baru Shahmey bergerak :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Words lain seperti di entry-entry sebelum ni lah. Tak larat Ummi nak tulis semua. Kita lihat aksi-aksi Shahmey yang baru :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEaAo_GLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlnS9Bkf2w8/s1600-h/Shahmey+cycling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274353327243466930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEaAo_GLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlnS9Bkf2w8/s400/Shahmey+cycling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEae8PnLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-3pbXhrP9Dw/s1600-h/shahmey+sit+on+abah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274353335377304754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEae8PnLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-3pbXhrP9Dw/s400/shahmey+sit+on+abah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEYuE08sI/AAAAAAAAANw/FNjyZLkVPfs/s1600-h/shahmey+and+tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274353305080099522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEYuE08sI/AAAAAAAAANw/FNjyZLkVPfs/s400/shahmey+and+tent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-3385905208013208259?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/3385905208013208259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=3385905208013208259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3385905208013208259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3385905208013208259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-year-six-month-and-plus-plus.html' title='After a year, six month and plus plus..'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/STJEaAo_GLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tlnS9Bkf2w8/s72-c/Shahmey+cycling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5153249708967429822</id><published>2008-11-22T21:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:23:30.124+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah pandai mimicking.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SShOFNH3eHI/AAAAAAAAANo/stIe2dNEs5c/s1600-h/Shahmey+hold+baloon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SShOFNH3eHI/AAAAAAAAANo/stIe2dNEs5c/s400/Shahmey+hold+baloon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549215166134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu mana yang tak bangga bila anak kecil yang baru pandai bercakap panggil dirinya.. Ummi suka sangat bila Shahmey panggil "Mmi... mmi.." setiap kali Shahmey nak Ummi ambil Shahmey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeles sebenarnya sebab dah lama Ummi dengar Shahmey asyik panggil "Abah" je. Tak pelat pulak tu. Tapi tak pernah panggil Ummi. Cuma lately aje. Happy sangat rasanya. Lagi best bila Ummi cakap something, Shahmey pun mimick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi, Ummi panggil bibik yang namanya Siti. Shahmey pun ikut "Ti.. Ti.." hehehe.. lawak pulak. Apa yang Ummi atau Abah sebut, Shahmey sure akan ikut. Kalau tak dapat penuh, syllable yang last tu mesti Shahmey ikut. Kira okaylah tu kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi pun suka usik Shahmey everytime Shahmey lepak dibilik Ummi. Memang lately, Shahmey banyak habiskan masa dengan bibik sebab Ummi tak larat dan melayan kerenah Shahmey yang asyik mintak dokong. Manalah Ummi larat. Perut Ummi ni pun tak larat Ummi nak bawak. Ini pulak nak dokong Shahmey hampir sepanjang masa. Jadi, bila Shahmey datang duduk dengan Ummi, Ummi selalu usik "Shahmey nak bibik?" dan Shahmey akan grumble "Argghhhh!!!" sambil geleng kepala. Kalau Shahmey jauh sikit dari Ummi, mesti Shahmey akan lari dan peluk kaki Ummi supaya bibik tak dapat ambik. hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau macam mana pun, Ummi sayangkan Shahmey macam Ummi sayangkan Kakak Sophea dan Kak Coan juga... Oh ya, Shahmey pun selalu panggil "kakak! kakak!". Ummi tak dengar lagi Shahmey panggil Kak Sophea dan Kak Coan. Susah agaknya nak sebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita tunggu apalah yang Shahmey akan buat lagi nanti kan... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5153249708967429822?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5153249708967429822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5153249708967429822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5153249708967429822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5153249708967429822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/11/dah-pandai-mimicking.html' title='Dah pandai mimicking.. :)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SShOFNH3eHI/AAAAAAAAANo/stIe2dNEs5c/s72-c/Shahmey+hold+baloon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5795478299547222918</id><published>2008-11-07T09:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:09:46.821+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>He can pronounce a few words.. sometimes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf14ywgbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQWV5LwtLaQ/s1600-h/27+oct+08+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf14ywgbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQWV5LwtLaQ/s400/27+oct+08+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798506197582258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1qPRMgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t-AZLAVqF9Y/s1600-h/27+oct+08+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1qPRMgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t-AZLAVqF9Y/s400/27+oct+08+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798502290633218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1h468aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/db_PEnHQMsc/s1600-h/27+oct+08+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1h468aI/AAAAAAAAAKI/db_PEnHQMsc/s400/27+oct+08+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798500049416610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1Z1k3CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pqPuRiqc4LE/s1600-h/27+oct+08+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf1Z1k3CI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pqPuRiqc4LE/s400/27+oct+08+4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265798497887902754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a while that Ummi left your blog unattended. Ummi was pretty busy lately and forgot that Ummi was supposed to write a bit of your progress in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you are now 1 year 5 month plus. Up till today, you are able to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink with a cup without much spilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk with your toes - you love to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating while holding food like biscuits and potato fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen to familiar instructions - take napkins, books and even Abah's ash tray (ouchh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sepahkan barang!!! Grrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some words that you managed to utter clearly (those that Ummi noticed) are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abah - not Ummi.. huhuuuu... sedihnya Ummi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kakak - no wonder.. you have 2 demanding kakak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nak! - when you want something especially food and milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Air - yesterday you said the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nah - when you want Ummi to take the things that you gave Ummi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ummi - but it is very rare.. very rare.. only when you cry and want Ummi to hold you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Say bye-bye while waving at people. Sukanya dia babai orang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Say 'ball' when you hold a ball - ni kes selalu sangat tengok buku Read Easy Kak Coan yang ada picture ball la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much at the moment but you did talk a lot. Talking words that I can't even guess. Sometimes, you mimicking words. When Ummi taught you A B C or Aa Baa Taa, you could follow some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I love about you the most is, you prefer Ummi than Abah. Well, of course you wanted to go to Abah when you Abah looks ready to go out... ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5795478299547222918?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5795478299547222918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5795478299547222918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5795478299547222918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5795478299547222918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/11/he-can-pronounce-few-words-sometimes.html' title='He can pronounce a few words.. sometimes!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SRPf14ywgbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/vQWV5LwtLaQ/s72-c/27+oct+08+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2470720589180165761</id><published>2008-09-21T14:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:02:36.842+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><title type='text'>Hobi terbaru</title><content type='html'>Anak Ummi yang comel dan yang selalu buat Ummi geram ni dah ada hobi baru. Inilah dia hobi terbarunya :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambar-gambar ini diambil pada 17 September 2008 - genap umur Shahmey 1 tahun 4 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY23USSupI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2LNmIaff1Ww/s1600-h/P9172862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY23USSupI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2LNmIaff1Ww/s400/P9172862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442739713030802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kXy9Z5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-2MHawr7H6M/s1600-h/P9172863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kXy9Z5I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-2MHawr7H6M/s400/P9172863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442414237837202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kSsODwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KlfKvOT5J_0/s1600-h/P9172864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kSsODwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/KlfKvOT5J_0/s400/P9172864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442412867391234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kUmh0GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KBnbaYG1UTI/s1600-h/P9172865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kUmh0GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KBnbaYG1UTI/s400/P9172865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442413380391010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kkpmLgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/usjT85S7YG0/s1600-h/P9172866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kkpmLgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/usjT85S7YG0/s400/P9172866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442417688227330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kk9YvkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/obdPqMhn1nA/s1600-h/P9172867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY2kk9YvkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/obdPqMhn1nA/s400/P9172867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248442417771232834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni Ummi tak yah pergi dapur lah kan Shahmey. Shahmey aje masak untuk Ummi.. tapi make sure masak sedap tau.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2470720589180165761?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2470720589180165761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2470720589180165761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2470720589180165761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2470720589180165761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/09/hobi-terbaru.html' title='Hobi terbaru'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNY23USSupI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/2LNmIaff1Ww/s72-c/P9172862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7248481823194291772</id><published>2008-09-17T11:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:36:17.749+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his health'/><title type='text'>Shahmey dah sihat :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNDBB_IDhrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gHst_i06HEg/s1600-h/nebulizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246905805755877042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNDBB_IDhrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gHst_i06HEg/s400/nebulizer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap ibu pasti selalu perlu berfikiran positif. Itulah yang Ummu Shahmey nak. Nak kan Shahmey sihat. Kalau Shahmey tak sihat, Ummi risau. Ummi risau sebab tak faham apa yang Shahmey nak. Shahmey mungkin tak selesa. Shahmey mungkin tersumbat hidung dan Ummi tak tahu sebab Ummi tak rasa. Kalau Shahmey sihat dan ceria, Ummi pun tenang dan gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu lepas, Shahmey selsema dan ada batuk-batuk sikit. Ummi bagi ubat yang ada dalam fridge - utk demam, cough dan flu. Selalunya Shahmey cepat sihat. Tapi kali ni tak. Batuk Shahmey bunyi lain macam. Banyak phlegm kat dada Shahmey. Ini buatkan Ummi risau. Walaupun Shahmey tak demam, phlegm tu bukanlah something yang menceriakan Ummi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi ajak Abah pergi jumpa doktor. Malam, lepas Isyak, kita pergi ke Al Lulu. Saja Ummi nak try clinic ni. Kita tak pernah pergi sebelum ni. Sempat sesat lah jugak. Maklumlah first time sampai. Sampai klinik, Abah bawak Shahmey jumpa paedetrician. Ummi pergi klinik untuk Ummi lah.. heheh.. gynae! Kakak ikut Ummi. Kak Coan ikut Abah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor kata, Shahmey kena bronchotic asthma. Samalah dengan penumonia bronchitis tu. Maknanya, sorang lagi anak Ummi dapat penyakit yang sama. Kakak dan Kak Coan memang pernah warded masa kecik-kecik dulu. Kat Malaysia, bila pergi KMC tu, cepat aje doctor nak warded orang hehe... sebab nak bagi cukup dose nebulizer. Kat sini tak pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey kena ambik 3 kali nebulizer dose dalam masa 3 hari. Sehari sekali. Maknanya Abah dan Ummi kena bawak Shahmey lagi 2 hari lah ke Al Lulu ni. Abah kata, masa first dose tu, Shahmey meraung-raung. Hehee.. kakak-kakak awak dulu pun macam tu jugak. Siap kena balut dengan selimut lagi mereka tu hehe.. Dose kedua, Abah kata Shahmey tak nangis. Masa dose kedua, Ummi pergi jumpa doctor ENT pulak sebab Ummi pun tak sihat - selsema yang agak kronik. Walaupun tak nangis, Shahmey meronta-ronata mintak lepas. Memang lah. Ummi tahu mana lah selesa ada benda terpekup kat muka kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dose ketiga ialah semalam. Ummi join sekali tengok. Memula tu Shahmey cool aje. Sangat bekerjasama. Tapi, dekat-dekat ubat nak habis tu, Shahmey mula dah meronta mintak lepas. Kesian Shahmey. Tapi untuk kebaikan Shahmey jugak. Sempat lagi Ummi ambik gambar Shahmey. Kalau Shahmey dah bijak nanti, boleh lah tengok balik gambar-gambar ni :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi harap Shahmey akan terus sembuh ya sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7248481823194291772?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7248481823194291772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7248481823194291772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7248481823194291772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7248481823194291772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/09/shahmey-dah-sihat.html' title='Shahmey dah sihat :)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SNDBB_IDhrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gHst_i06HEg/s72-c/nebulizer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2427944920409770276</id><published>2008-09-05T10:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:01:35.349+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Clever boy!</title><content type='html'>If its not his Ummi, who else gonna say my boy is clever? Perhaps no one. Or may be one or two hehehe.. Perhaps I don't really notice how my 2 girls grew up. They were may be like this too :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 1 year and 3 months, Shahmey could do things by himself without help. Kind of creative I guess. He solved many problems himself, just by observing I guess. Below is one of the pictures to show his creativity. He saw a box on the cabinet. He went to the room, took the basket, turned it upside down and used the basket as a ladder to reach for the box. Bravo!! I was quite surprised actually. I knew his kakak2 never stepped on the basket since it's too fragile. Only his weight could go onto the basket. Perhaps he saw his kakak2 always used chairs to take things at higher place. So, basket is the answer for him! Kalau smart cam ni, mestilah anak Ummi hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, I was there and the camera was just beside me. I took the chance to snap this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDjzUEeWKI/AAAAAAAAAII/-kw08VZg1Lc/s1600-h/Shahmey+ambik+kotak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242440436959565986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDjzUEeWKI/AAAAAAAAAII/-kw08VZg1Lc/s400/Shahmey+ambik+kotak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are pictures that I took yesterday. I was just started praying when I noticed him opened the drawer and stepped on it. I just saw him at first. Then I run to grab my camera. I snapped a few pictures. Hahaha!! He was reaching for the perfume bottle. Of course, I can't pray peacefully knowing that he would fall if left unattendedly. I called for Sophea and asked her to look for Shahmey. Pity him. He was crying out loud. He never like to stay with the sisters coz' they like to ignore him or worse case, bully him ;). I had to bear with it for a while since I needed to perform my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242440466751133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDj1DDVliI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/v5C6YoU0aMM/s400/shahmey+ambik+perfume+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDj17PQSGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YWNc4GQ8_bY/s1600-h/Shahmey+ambik+perfume2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242440481833502818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDj17PQSGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YWNc4GQ8_bY/s400/Shahmey+ambik+perfume2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back after that. I guess the kakak2 can't stand his naughtiness (is there such word hehee) when he started to play with the tv remote. I just finished my prayer and was about to recite Quran. I asked Sophea to let him stay with me. He sit on my lap and started to flip through the pages. Adoii!!! How Ummi can recite the Quran my dear. And.... he tore 2 pages of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey.. Shahmey.. Nasib baik tak koyak semua. Anyway, one of the pages dah keromok dan koyak pun sometime back. Balik nanti, Ummi will have to purchase a new Quran lah kot... So, everytime Ummi looks at this Quran, Ummi will remember, you are the one who tore the pages hehehehhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2427944920409770276?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2427944920409770276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2427944920409770276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2427944920409770276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2427944920409770276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/09/clever-boy.html' title='Clever boy!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SMDjzUEeWKI/AAAAAAAAAII/-kw08VZg1Lc/s72-c/Shahmey+ambik+kotak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7884398920363557650</id><published>2008-08-06T16:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:36:25.829+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny post'/><title type='text'>Gaya tidur paling cool ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah terdengar Shahmey merengek. Masa tu Shahmey memang dah tidur. Bila Abah masuk, tengok Shahmey tidur rupanya dan gaya Shahmey melasak atas katil Abah dan Ummi memang lucu. Sila lihat ye Shahmey gambar-gambar dibawah ni heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SJmoX8vJa1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cZWo28cVNTc/s1600-h/gaya+tidur+shahmey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397571561876306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SJmoX8vJa1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cZWo28cVNTc/s400/gaya+tidur+shahmey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool kan! Tu gaya sujud ke, gaya merajuk ke, gaya apa agaknya ye? Shahmey jawab la.. mana Ummi tau hehehee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7884398920363557650?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7884398920363557650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7884398920363557650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7884398920363557650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7884398920363557650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/08/gaya-tidur-paling-cool.html' title='Gaya tidur paling cool ;)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SJmoX8vJa1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/cZWo28cVNTc/s72-c/gaya+tidur+shahmey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-7340221144277307573</id><published>2008-07-29T18:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:10:56.734+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>a gimmick or reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another updates from Ummi, my dear. Again, this afternoon, after Ummi finished performing Asar prayer, Shahmey came to sit on Ummi's lap. As usual Shahmey hugged Ummi. Then Ummi purposely recited Bismillahirrahmanirrahim loudly. Then Ummi recited a few versus from Suratul Yaasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi ingat Shahmey tak perasan. You looked at me with a weird look. Then Shahmey looked at Ummi's hand, macam looking for something. Then Shahmey bangun, went to the drawer, opened it and picked something. Oh dear! Shahmey took the Kitab Yaasin and passed it to Ummi. Mengalir sekejap air mata Ummi sayang. Well.. macam familiar ya sayang the surah and the kitab. Ummi hope the surah will always close to your heart my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Ummi wanna share a few pictures with you. Actually, Ummi dah lama noticed benda ni. Cuma baru today Ummi terfikir nak snap the pictures. Let's have a look my sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wdPwLzEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nVx7ZWuzato/s1600-h/Shahmey+main+PC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228450971403406402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wdPwLzEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nVx7ZWuzato/s400/Shahmey+main+PC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mungkin Shahmey envy tengok Ummi asyik dengan laptop. You decided to 'godey' your laptop too. Of course, it's a toy but it has sounds that always made you excited. Yippee!! Shahmey suka sangat bila dapat tempat duduk and letak dimeja tu. Terus saja Shahmey duduk and main laptop, seolah-olah Ummi duduk di meja mengadap laptop lah tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wtWNzcjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oNm8DhpDTNw/s1600-h/Shahmey+main+PC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228451248016159282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wtWNzcjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oNm8DhpDTNw/s400/Shahmey+main+PC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amboi!!! kusyuknya dia. Nak hantar email pada sapa tu? Perhaps, you're writing a blog? hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wtgW-hNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kU32OGYEPAY/s1600-h/Shahmey+read+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228451250738988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wtgW-hNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kU32OGYEPAY/s400/Shahmey+read+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture dah lama Ummi ambil. Rasanya way before Shahmey pandai jalan. Let me check the date ya. Aha! 5 March 2008. Masa tu you're berapa bulan ya.. hmmm.. not even 10 months old! Shahmey dah tunjuk minat membaca. Memang lah Shahmey tak pandai baca lagi tapi bila dapat buku, Shahmey akan belek-belek buku tu. Ada jugak kadang-kadang terkoyak pages tapi tak selalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi hope your interest ni will last forever. Jadilah anak cemerlang sayang Ummi Shahmey sayang. I love you my dear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-7340221144277307573?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/7340221144277307573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=7340221144277307573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7340221144277307573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/7340221144277307573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/07/gimmick-or-reality.html' title='a gimmick or reality?'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SI8wdPwLzEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nVx7ZWuzato/s72-c/Shahmey+main+PC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8097855665899980618</id><published>2008-07-28T18:55:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:39:36.478+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>a few updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, after performing my Maghrib prayer (I was still sitting on the prayer mat), Shahmey extended his hands towards me (hulur tangan), asking me to pick him up. When I extended my hands back, he quickly walked away. He went to the drawer, picked a book. Then he came to me. It was a Yaasin booklet! I guessed he wanted me to recite the suratul yaasin. Actually I always did that when I was pregnant with him. I was so touched when my 1 year and 2 months old boy did that. My tear dropped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only uttered a word 'Ummi' when he cried, asking for milk or whenever he needs me. He cried 'Ummiiiii!!!'. Other than that, he never call for 'Ummi'. I hope to hear him saying 'Ummi' not only when he cries. Soon enough, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey eats a lot now &lt;del&gt;and poo a lot too hehehee..&lt;/del&gt;. Alhamdulillah. I hope it is a positive progress. He still on breastfeeding though. He eats anything we gave him. Of course he's kind of choosy sometimes. He would taste the thing first. If he likes it, he would eat it. Otherwise, he 'bluekk' it heheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks really fast now. He stumbled sometimes though when he off balance. He didn't cry unless I or Abang walked away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Shahmey could sense we'll be having a new member in our family. He's pretty independent now. He plays alone sometimes especially when I had to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Update 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing? He's good at it and that makes us very worried. We had to make sure the chairs were not closed to the tables or kitchen cabinet. Very dangerous because he likes to play with scissors. He had cut a few of his shirts so far. Luckily he didn't cut his hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue update his progess in future entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8097855665899980618?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8097855665899980618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8097855665899980618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8097855665899980618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8097855665899980618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-updates.html' title='a few updates'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-232024693008207928</id><published>2008-06-28T08:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:20:42.538+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><title type='text'>Pity my little boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SGXXgUrseMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZnrDsc6iS2E/s1600-h/shahmey+luka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216812693686352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SGXXgUrseMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZnrDsc6iS2E/s400/shahmey+luka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only 2 minutes that I left him with her sister, Sophea to go to the kitchen. Abah was about to sleep, in the room with them. Coan was playing by herself, also in the room. Sophea and Shahmey was playing at the corner of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sudden, I heard a loud cry from the room. It was Shahmey! I didn't expect anything bad as everybody was in the room. While I was in the kitchen, I hears Shahmey's voice was even louder. Abang came in the kitchen with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mata dia berdarah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Shahmey and almost cried looking at the blood on his face. I noticed quite a deep cut on his eyebrow. I asked Abang what happened but Abang kept saying "tak tahu la, budak-budak ni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in to get Gamat ointment to put on Shahmey's wound. I saw the kids (Sophea and Coan) were sitting on the floor quietly. I knew they were scared to get scolded. They were so quiet. I only managed to tell them off. I took the Gamat ointment and cotton butt. I rushed to the kitchen, quickly applied the Gamat ointment on Shahmey's scar. I was so damn worried. I asked Abang whether we should bring him to get stitches but Abang said, didn't have to. The wound would attach soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey only cried for a while. After I put the ointment, he kept quiet. He was more like puzzled than pain looking at us touching his face. My brave boy - just like the meaning of his name - sacret, smart and brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned the blood on his face (actually it was caused by him - he rubbed the wound and blood was smeared all over his face). Abang put a plaster on the wound to avoid the wound from getting infected. But, this little Shahmey could sense the existence of an alient thing on his face. He tried to pull it away. Fail for the first few times but finally managed to pull if away. Up to 4 plasters, then we gave up. No more plaster because he would surely pull it away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, when he was about to sleep, I asked Abang to put the plaster back on. It was okay and it lasted until morning. I finally got to know Shahmey's head was knocked at the bed corner. The corner was not that sharp but really hard to cause a cut on a fragile object like Shahmey's skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-232024693008207928?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/232024693008207928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=232024693008207928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/232024693008207928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/232024693008207928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/06/pity-my-little-boy.html' title='Pity my little boy!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SGXXgUrseMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZnrDsc6iS2E/s72-c/shahmey+luka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-1501993630287806670</id><published>2008-05-01T08:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:50:19.295+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>I am 1 today :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeqP_N4_rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdmQVxlR6Sk/s1600-h/shahmey+di+GCH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203815086094352050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeqP_N4_rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdmQVxlR6Sk/s400/shahmey+di+GCH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shahmey on his birthday - picture taken at Gr@nd Continent@l Hotel, Kuantan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeoz_N4_oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-D30bh-e0-w/s1600-h/shahmey+in+baju+cina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813505546387074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeoz_N4_oI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-D30bh-e0-w/s400/shahmey+in+baju+cina.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This costume is a gift from Atok (anyway, all other cucus also got it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeoz_N4_pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/20LpnYPZrpw/s1600-h/shahmey+hold+pisau+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813505546387090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeoz_N4_pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/20LpnYPZrpw/s400/shahmey+hold+pisau+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna cut the cake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDenXfN4_jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AZGg-Z9dWsw/s1600-h/shahmey+and+atok.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203811916408487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDenXfN4_jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AZGg-Z9dWsw/s400/shahmey+and+atok.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my Atok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDemM_N4_eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xv-jh6r5-r0/s1600-h/shahmey%27s+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810636508233186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDemM_N4_eI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xv-jh6r5-r0/s400/shahmey%27s+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummi bought this big cake especially for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDemM_N4_fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XPKCgGm-tfU/s1600-h/shahmey+cut+the+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203810636508233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDemM_N4_fI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XPKCgGm-tfU/s400/shahmey+cut+the+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my cake! Why my kakak-kakak were so busy body?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its 17 May 2008 and it means I am 1 year old today. I think, I progress a lot - at least to my ummi's attention. There may be some progress that Ummi and Abah don't know. They will be my secret hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list all my progress so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can walk! Though I did stumble after a few steps, I am much better than Kakak and Kak Coan. I guess that something to be proud of (to me at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could utter a few words like Babah (Abah), Kakak but not Ummi... poor my lovely Ummi... I'll learn the word slowly. Don't worry my dear Ummi... though I can't utter the word 'ummi' yet, you're always in my heart (anyway, you're my food supply hehehee...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Needless to say, I can climb now. Of course, that makes my Ummi very worried because, I can easily fall down when I couldn't balance my body. Again, pity dear Ummi... she had to run here and there to make sure I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can make faces. All pretty girls out there, beware when I'm around. When I blink my eyes, it doesn't mean I'm giving a hint okay ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The straw! How wonderful to drink using a straw. Ask my Ummi and I don't think all my kakak knew how to use straw when they were at my age. But, be careful because if I don't like the taste of the drink, I'd definitely spill it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The phone. Though no one can understand me, I can use the phone (put it on my ear) and pretend I was talking to people. You can see my Ummi and Abah excited faces when I did that.. hahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the bed or chair was too high for me to go down, I would hold on people's hand (usually, it'll be my Ummi or Abah) and crawled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love fries (especially McD's). I like rice with chicken soup too.. yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never play fool with me. If I want something and you try to take it away from me, I would grumble and scream out loud, real loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somehow, Ummi could notice that I like books. I like to flip through all kind of books though I can't read them yet. So far, I did tear a few of kakak-kakak books.. hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memunggah is my specialty. I think that's because I was curious to know why people arrange things so nicely. What will happen if I ransack them??? hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure there are more but Ummi can't remember them all now... Let Ummi add to it later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enjoy looking at the pictures that were taken by my lovely Ummi, on my birthday. By the way, the birthday celebration was in Atok and Opah's residence in Bukit Kuang, Kemaman, Terengganu... Thanks Opah for preparing Sate, Nasi Impit and Nasi Kerabu. Shahmey wasn't able to eat them all since Shahmey was so sleepy... Shahmey slept early that day... hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeozfN4_mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mlA-PoBd29E/s1600-h/shahmey+sleep+on+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203813496956452450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeozfN4_mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mlA-PoBd29E/s400/shahmey+sleep+on+birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-1501993630287806670?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/1501993630287806670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=1501993630287806670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1501993630287806670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1501993630287806670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-1-today.html' title='I am 1 today :)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SDeqP_N4_rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hdmQVxlR6Sk/s72-c/shahmey+di+GCH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-823317473254510334</id><published>2008-04-13T15:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:39:58.177+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>He wants Ummi to call Abah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home phone is put on a side table besides our bed. Whenever I put Shahmey on the bed, he would surely crawl to the phone, pick it up and give it to me. He got angry if I didn't take the receiver. So, I had to pretend, I'm calling someone. He would smile when I talked to the phone. I guess, he wanted me to call his Abah because I always used to home phone to call Abang.. hehehe.. smart guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHyrHqxTxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gaAccYuju1M/s1600-h/collage18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188695068314259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHyrHqxTxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gaAccYuju1M/s400/collage18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's not scared at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHyrXqxTyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zplqq7j9foY/s1600-h/collage19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188695072609226530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHyrXqxTyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zplqq7j9foY/s400/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's dialing some numbers hehee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UMGH9IR0A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UMGH9IR0A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All pictures were taken on 30 March 2008 - He was about 10 1/2 months!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-823317473254510334?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/823317473254510334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=823317473254510334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/823317473254510334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/823317473254510334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-wants-ummi-to-call-abah.html' title='He wants Ummi to call Abah!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHyrHqxTxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gaAccYuju1M/s72-c/collage18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-1532180624568226545</id><published>2008-04-13T15:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:43:47.830+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>He loves ransacking papers ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what he's doing. I caught him ransacking stuff in the drawer one day. Ouch!! I just let him wander with those papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHu8XqxTvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hNR8WV7tNAE/s1600-h/collage16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188690966620491506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHu8XqxTvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hNR8WV7tNAE/s400/collage16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello boy!! what you think you're doing huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHv2HqxTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hQz_Ql9MsQ0/s1600-h/collage17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188691958757936898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHv2HqxTwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hQz_Ql9MsQ0/s400/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you find anything interesting Shahmey?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Note: all pictures were taken on 10 March 2008 - he was nearly 10 months old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-1532180624568226545?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/1532180624568226545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=1532180624568226545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1532180624568226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1532180624568226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-loves-ransacking-papers.html' title='He loves ransacking papers ;)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAHu8XqxTvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hNR8WV7tNAE/s72-c/collage16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-3191740900915060570</id><published>2008-04-13T14:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:52:48.565+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Ummi, I wanna go to Yale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's reading - the book is upside down though heheheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAIBqHqxTzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KDBIr7CKX-U/s1600-h/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188711543808806706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAIBqHqxTzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KDBIr7CKX-U/s400/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were taken on 5 March 2008 - he was about 9 1/2 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-3191740900915060570?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/3191740900915060570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=3191740900915060570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3191740900915060570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3191740900915060570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/04/ummi-i-wanna-go-to-yale.html' title='Ummi, I wanna go to Yale!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/SAIBqHqxTzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KDBIr7CKX-U/s72-c/collage20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5624899367125384252</id><published>2008-03-30T12:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:12:06.102+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Oh dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all sisters, Shahmey also wanna see whom he resembles with. He's still small. His face very much looks more like a lady than a man. Luckily, there are also men in there.. heheheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;img height="574" src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/53/36/02/533602_989672df65fe749yz8ty30.JPG" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do this again in 5 years time okay dear.. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5624899367125384252?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5624899367125384252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5624899367125384252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5624899367125384252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5624899367125384252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8579066450289168044</id><published>2008-03-29T23:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:39:59.165+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shahmey look alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/J/storage/site1/files/40/85/42/408542_3092724b8aee74nw9yz029.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy"  &gt;Free genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-photo-sharing"  &gt;Family photo sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDY4MjMxOTU1OTImcD*xMTA1NzEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8579066450289168044?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8579066450289168044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8579066450289168044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8579066450289168044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8579066450289168044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/03/shahmey-look-alike.html' title='Shahmey look alike'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5306341696649323146</id><published>2008-03-20T16:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:27:21.594+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>Tepuk Amai amai hehehee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahmey was playing besides me while I was writing an entry in my blog yerterday night. Suddenly, I heard a clapping sounds. It can't be the sisters since they were outside watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to my left and saw him clapping. Then I realized, I sang 'Tepuk Amai Amai' song to preoccupy and prevent him from disturbing me before (I sang the song unconciously - subliminal form). I supposed, when he listened to the song, he automatically clapping his hands since I always clapped my hands when I sang the song to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my camera and slowly captured his action. The first picture was taken while I was sitting on the chair and the 2nd one, I took when I sit down with him. When he saw the camera, definitely his mood to clap has changed to mood to grab the camera hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WROtO9EFk1w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WROtO9EFk1w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1LkaN0Ik6M"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1LkaN0Ik6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just turned 10 months 3 days ago. I think he imitates fast enough. Entahlah.. May be it's just me who exaggerating my son's progress. Anyway, I love you my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5306341696649323146?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5306341696649323146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5306341696649323146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5306341696649323146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5306341696649323146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/03/tepuk-amai-amai-hehehee.html' title='Tepuk Amai amai hehehee...'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6927014073081215860</id><published>2008-03-04T11:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:48:11.346+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>climb and climb again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Shahmey doing when Ummi was busy surfing the internet? Shahmey crawled, stood up and climbed Abah's printer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Ema6Jw8I/AAAAAAAAADM/eDThITopims/s1600-h/climb+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796605023339458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Ema6Jw8I/AAAAAAAAADM/eDThITopims/s400/climb+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Em66Jw9I/AAAAAAAAADU/YkFwrPVEdYk/s1600-h/climb+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796613613274066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Em66Jw9I/AAAAAAAAADU/YkFwrPVEdYk/s400/climb+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Ena6Jw-I/AAAAAAAAADc/ipEfdF6jPX4/s1600-h/climb3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173796622203208674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Ena6Jw-I/AAAAAAAAADc/ipEfdF6jPX4/s400/climb3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, the printer was never turned on. It'll be on only when Abah needs to print something. Ummi? Ummi would ask Abah to print for her if Ummi needs to since the printer took like forever to heat up. Ummi would never want to waste time waiting. Ummi would rather blog hop than waiting for the printer hehehehhh... It was a 3 in 1 actually (printer, photocopy and scanner). A cheap one though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't bought a computer table yet. So, the printer laid there on its own box (should remind Abah to buy a computer table huh!). Another reason that we really need a computer table is, When Shahmey has managed to sit on the top of the printer (wahhh!! &lt;em&gt;abah sure marah ni, nanti pecah&lt;/em&gt; glass &lt;em&gt;dia&lt;/em&gt;..), he would use the printer as a ladder to climb the side table besides the printer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooo... he was not interested with the table!! He was more interested with our home telephone on the table. For him, it's a toy that people use to talk. What a smart small guy hehehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6927014073081215860?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6927014073081215860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6927014073081215860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6927014073081215860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6927014073081215860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/03/climb-and-climb-again.html' title='climb and climb again!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80Ema6Jw8I/AAAAAAAAADM/eDThITopims/s72-c/climb+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-2727824682872099435</id><published>2008-03-03T21:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:47:24.385+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>He stand by himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80AF66Jw7I/AAAAAAAAADE/bqAoeM3alDk/s1600-h/stand2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173791648631079858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80AF66Jw7I/AAAAAAAAADE/bqAoeM3alDk/s200/stand2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R8z_Sq6Jw6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6tH2qsmGL6k/s1600-h/stand1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173790768162784162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R8z_Sq6Jw6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6tH2qsmGL6k/s200/stand1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3rd March 2008 and for the first time, Shahmey was able to stand by himself. Heheheee... well this blog is about his progress. So, whatever development of Shahmey, I will update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophea was the first person who noticed about it - this morning, while waiting for the school bus. She held Shahmey and put him down. When she let him free, Shahmey still stood up straight, longer than usual. Normally, he would only stand for 1 second and then fell down. But today, it was about 5 seconds and more then only he chose to sit and not fell down. He was able to control himself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when Sophea and Coan were able to stand but I think not as soon as Shahmey. Shahmey is only 9 1/2 months now. Well, I know many kids are able to walk at the age of 9 months. My kids are not like that. Sophea started to walk at the age of 1 year while Coan at 1 year and 1 week. Shahmey? I don't know yet. We'll see his progress soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-2727824682872099435?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/2727824682872099435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=2727824682872099435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2727824682872099435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/2727824682872099435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-stand-by-himself.html' title='He stand by himself'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R80AF66Jw7I/AAAAAAAAADE/bqAoeM3alDk/s72-c/stand2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-3593969023440901276</id><published>2008-02-22T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:11:15.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>the teeth!</title><content type='html'>Shahmey has got all his 5 teeth (3 up and 2 down) when he was 8 1/2 months. I think, another one is coming out (besides the upper 3). I took a picture of him and his Kak Coan when Kak Coan was hopitalized but only today that I noticed something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R75QavEM_GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxMvxP66V-g/s1600-h/teeth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169657842508823650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R75QavEM_GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxMvxP66V-g/s400/teeth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that! Shahmey's upper teeth can replace Kak Coan's missing teeth! Heheeeee... If Shahmey could say something, I'm sure he would say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want my teeth huh? In your dream!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-3593969023440901276?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/3593969023440901276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=3593969023440901276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3593969023440901276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/3593969023440901276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/02/teeth.html' title='the teeth!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R75QavEM_GI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UxMvxP66V-g/s72-c/teeth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-8966393882466450090</id><published>2008-02-17T09:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:55:25.848+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloomy days'/><title type='text'>Hari hari yang tak best...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, Shahmey is in tip top condition now though sometimes he still coughing. Since we've got cough syrup at home, I can easily feed him the medicine whenever he cough. He is okay when it comes to medicine (unlike his 2nd sister - Coan). He sipped the syrup without a problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks back was his gloomy days. Gloomy to me too since I have to take care of him and not being able to do housechores properly. He had fever, flu and cough. His running nose sometimes made it difficult for him to breath well. He was annoyed with that fact especially during feeding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was not well, he didn't sleep well too. He cried a lot. When he slept, he easily woke up. He could sense when I was far from him. So, I had to sleep with him and hugged him all the time. How to do housechores like that? Heheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fZ0_EM_DI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-Y5ONcE6xA/s1600-h/shahmey1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167838601736420402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fZ0_EM_DI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-Y5ONcE6xA/s200/shahmey1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167839374830533698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fah_EM_EI/AAAAAAAAABs/GJRDIoZmizk/s200/shahmey2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fbx_EM_FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rV2rx8S9crs/s1600-h/shahmey3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167840749220068434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fbx_EM_FI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rV2rx8S9crs/s200/shahmey3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of him when he was not well. The eyes really showed the unhappy face. Pity my boy... Anyway, you're still comel (cute) to me. I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-8966393882466450090?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/8966393882466450090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=8966393882466450090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8966393882466450090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/8966393882466450090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/02/hari-hari-yang-tak-best.html' title='Hari hari yang tak best...'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R7fZ0_EM_DI/AAAAAAAAABk/_-Y5ONcE6xA/s72-c/shahmey1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-6299673259204511829</id><published>2008-02-01T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:30:54.315+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his toys'/><title type='text'>You've got a new ride and it's a whale!</title><content type='html'>My dear Shahmey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that you refuse to sit (or even lay still) anymore. Whenever ummi holds you, you always struggle to go. It is okay if you sit down quietly and let ummi finish &lt;del&gt;browsing internet&lt;/del&gt; doing the housechores. You didn't sit quietly my dear. You crawled everywhere and collect anything and put them in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not only that. Since your legs are strong enough to stand whenever you reach something that could help you to stand, it makes ummi very worried. It has been a few times that you fell down and your forehead... oh dear, just look at your forehead. There are a few swollen marks on your right and left side of your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, partly it was our fault that we didn't take care of you properly. But, it was also your fault for being so restless and made it so difficult for us to hold you. So, the marks were actually a proof of your gentleman! heheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve this problem (is it a problem dear? slightly.. because we can't do anything else but watching and holding you all the time but an achievement to you), abah bought you a whale. Nope, a walker. Nope, its a whale walker since it looks like a whale but act like a walker. I can see, you are happy getting a new walker huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxDXPunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1IDc5PdmIgw/s1600-h/P1290745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936355752655474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxDXPunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1IDc5PdmIgw/s400/P1290745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when you sit there for the first time, you were very excited, especially with the added toys given together with the walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxjXPuoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sf9weeVlo_0/s1600-h/P1290759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936364342590082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxjXPuoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sf9weeVlo_0/s400/P1290759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you can't hide the swollen forehead you've got there dear. Fortunately they're almost heal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhyTXPuqI/AAAAAAAAABE/XknhOvC40zM/s1600-h/P1290750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936377227492002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhyTXPuqI/AAAAAAAAABE/XknhOvC40zM/s400/P1290750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, ummi feel guilty of letting your kakak kakak did that to you. But, don't blame them totally dear. Ummi told you already right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxzXPupI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vGah2JFN--c/s1600-h/P1290741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161936368637557394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxzXPupI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vGah2JFN--c/s400/P1290741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, you're not excited at all. You don't like the walker because you're not a free &lt;del&gt;man&lt;/del&gt; boy anymore. You're stucked there. You know why? Because your feet are not long enough to touch the floor. Thus, you're not able to walk using the walker, yet. Perhaps, it is designed like that since it's a whale and not a real walker anyway heheeee... You're very frustrated for not being able to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LqfzXPurI/AAAAAAAAABM/3Stl5AchQ0k/s1600-h/P2010784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LqfzXPurI/AAAAAAAAABM/3Stl5AchQ0k/s400/P2010784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161945955004562098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! pity you. But, whoever put you there must be tired of your going here and there. Its okay to cry dear. Letting your tears out will relief you, so much. This morning, kakak told ummi "Ummi ni macam tak sayang anak, ummi biar je adik nangis" while giggling. Ummi giggled too because that's how ummi taught you to be a brave boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be persistent in order to succeed. You should be smiling, no matter what people did to you. Though they put you in the walker, don't cry dear *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LqgDXPusI/AAAAAAAAABU/PFwNGjsPBQQ/s1600-h/P2010787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LqgDXPusI/AAAAAAAAABU/PFwNGjsPBQQ/s400/P2010787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161945959299529410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when looking at a new swollen on your forehead (right side), ummi has to admit, that was ummi's mistake! I'm sorry but my head was so dizzy this morning that I had to wander yourself and knocked your head at the wooden bed head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-6299673259204511829?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/6299673259204511829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=6299673259204511829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6299673259204511829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/6299673259204511829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/02/youve-got-new-ride-and-its-whale.html' title='You&apos;ve got a new ride and it&apos;s a whale!'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R6LhxDXPunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1IDc5PdmIgw/s72-c/P1290745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-5186955980070593562</id><published>2008-01-25T10:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:14:42.091+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his progress'/><title type='text'>he is improved :)</title><content type='html'>Today, my dear Shahmey is exactly 8 months and 1 week! By this hour, he is able to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;crawl (merangkak) - 2 days after menyusur ke depan (in English apa ke benda entah panggil ni.. heheheee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stand (berdiri) - when he reached something that he could hold on to and stand, he never wait... terus berdiri and 'gendang' or grab whatever he thinks interesting in his eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menyusur /Menyusup ke depan - not long after he was able to turn over (meniarap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn over (meniarap) - we waited so long for him to turn over. A few days after we reached Al Jubail (he was almost 6 months then), he turn over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit (duduk) - after being tired of crawling, he usually sit down. The way he sit, sebijik macam Sophea (kakak) masa kecil:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile (senyum) - oooo.. this one dah lama sangat dia pandai. Macam reti je tengok camera when I took his picture.. Definitely not a camera shy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad that I could capture this while I remember. For my 2 daughters, I could hardly remember when they started to do all the above... perhaps, I could only remember the time they were able to walk - Sophea: exactly 1 year old, Sobhan: a week or two after her 1st birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lambat berjalan Sobhan ni tapi dia lah yang paling kuat memanjat... *grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shahmey, you grow so fast. Ummi is really breathless taking care of you at the moment. You don't want to sit still anymore. You are a curious person. When you see something different or interests your eyes, you struggled to let yourself off ummi or abah and grabbed the things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi and abah always 'quarrel' about who had to hold you first when we went to friends house (meal time) coz' each of us definitely wanna enjoy the meal rather than holding the 'restless' you (its always ummi had to hold you and abah... go makan laaa). Its not that we don't love you. We really love you but we love the food too.. heheheee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its fun though watching your progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummi and abah always glad to tell each other of your progress.... such as...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tengok bang. Dia dah boleh merangkak..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its ummi dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Takdelah... dia heret kaki aje tu...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that's abah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haah laaa... dia dah boleh merangkak... eeeee... anak abah... dah merangkak ye...mari sini... ala manja dia.. ala bucuk dia..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kan Shahmey Ummi and Abah ni... Sweet tak Shahmey?? Ish Shahmey diam la pulak... gaaa gaaa... giiii giiii je ni... Nape Shahmey tak jawab ummi tanya ni? laaa.. lupa pulak ummi.. Shahmey tak pandai cakap lagi... heheheheeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-5186955980070593562?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/5186955980070593562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=5186955980070593562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5186955980070593562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/5186955980070593562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-is-improved.html' title='he is improved :)'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-1196541780924217861</id><published>2008-01-21T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:13:19.512+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><title type='text'>Shahmey's video - 1 month and 23 days</title><content type='html'>The video was taken when Shahmey was 1 month and 23 days. It meant for abah (who missed us a lot - Ummi supposed leee) to view (it had been 23 days that Abang left us for Al Jubail). Unfortunately, Ummi didn't manage to email it to abah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rzg35J9kAsE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rzg35J9kAsE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Kak Coan yang tak habis-habis gomol adiknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytmi0NjvnWU"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytmi0NjvnWU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesiannya Shahmey menangis nak susu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/771888312185741905-1196541780924217861?l=shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/feeds/1196541780924217861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=771888312185741905&amp;postID=1196541780924217861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1196541780924217861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/771888312185741905/posts/default/1196541780924217861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahmeyshahril.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-shahmey.html' title='Shahmey&apos;s video - 1 month and 23 days'/><author><name>shahmey shahril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02864533160487668842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R3oINajxFxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QD4JjjQS9D8/S220/PB290106.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771888312185741905.post-1644158299586153916</id><published>2008-01-08T03:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:26:24.108+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><title type='text'>Abah and ummi little prince...</title><content type='html'>A conversation took place between abang and I in 1 evening in our house in ktn. 'Shmsl cerita, mek (wife) dia pregnant' and I said 'haa?? bukan ke anak dia yand 2nd tu kecik lagi? sure shmsl stress kan anak kecik2 lagi...' then abang answered, 'takdelah. dia excited... dia memang nak anak lagi pun. hmmmm kita bila lagi?' silence for a while. Then I continued, 'Penat la bang.... jaga 2 orang ni. Tunggulah lagi setahun dua ke...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang was not satisfied with my answer. I knew he's been asking for another baby long ago. My 2nd daughter, Coan was already 4 years old then. But, I really enjoyed the moments not having 'a baby' who require special attention especially at night and during travelling. I've already felt so free when I didn't have to carry a baby with me all the time. Though we can always bring a stroller, other nitty-gritty stuff for a baby are a lot (diapers, toiletries especially for babies, napkins, mitten, booties not to mention the formula milk - for nonbreastfed babies). Well, of course I understand, there is no such thing as a free lunch. In order to have a baby, I have to sacrifice my 'freedom'. I didn't want to sacrifice it yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months went by. All Muslim were waiting for Ramadhan (or rather Syawal??) to come. I was supposed to have my period at least a day before Ramadhan which means, I could't fast on the 1st of Ramadhan. 1st Ramadhan - no period yet. 2nd Ramadhan - still no period. 3rd Ramadhan - nope.... not yet!!! Oh well, it was late due to the fasting month. When my diet changed, so well my period, I thought. But I did notice something different. I was really tired though it was already the 3rd day of fasting month. I did fast before Ramadhan even started. Usually, it was only the 1st day of the month that I would feel exhausted. Now, is already 3rd day. But then, I still believed it was due to my diet changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Btng for the weekend. Abang wanted to break fast with mak and his siblings. Since mak was at Abg N house, we dropped by there. It was already 9pm but we were quite hungry since we didn't eat much during our break fast at 1 of the rest area. Mak had prepared a very delicious meal for us (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I realize I like mak's better than ma's after getting married&lt;/span&gt;). But I couldn't eat. I ate a little. Mak asked me 'Tambah la lagi neeza'. Then I said 'Entahlah mak, bulan puasa ni macam tak lalu makan je. kepala pun pening...'. 'Macam tu pulak??' I can tell she look frustrated and unhappy with my answer. I would eat a lot usually but not that time. She must had been thinking I didn't like the meal that she had prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were supposed to go back to Bt Lt (mak's house). Abang decided to buy some groceries in Btng before heading towards Bt Lt. I told abang to drop me at a clinic while he went to buy groceries. Though, I didn't expect to get pregnant (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since I think I was so careful in making sure I won't get pregnant - well that's what I thought!&lt;/span&gt;), I preferred to confirm with an expert. I had been late for 3 or 4 and even 2 weeks before but it turned out that I'm not pregnant. But again, better be safe than sorry. It won't hurt to go and check. Abang dropped me at this 24hrs clinic in Btng. I told the doctor that my period was late for 7 days. After checking my urine, he said, 'positive. you're pregnant and its already 4 weeks.' I was like, ouuccchhh!! Of course the test wasn't hurt but I wasn't expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset and happy? I don't know. Indifferent feelings. I am pregnant? I thought. I have 2 girls and what is this? A girl again? Oh God..... I should have been more careful. But when was it happened? I tried to recall but I couldn't. Anyway, it' here now in my tummy. But, was the test reliable? I hope not, tried to convince myself that I'm not pregnant. Aband picked me up. At mak's house, abang asked me 'macam mana lelaki ke pompuan?' Duhhhh... if I ever pregnant pun, mana lah tahu lelaki ke perempuan yet. That made me even worried. If I have another girl again, I may not have a chance to have a boy at all... coz I had 2 C-Sec before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember a day after I delivered Coan (while I still in the hospital), Dr H came to see me and said 'girl lagi ye. takpelah. next time if you want to get pregnant, come and see me. I'll give you ways to have a boy. After this, you tak boleh opt for normal lagi. It has to be C-Sec. yang ni kena pergi awal untuk belah. Biasanya 2 weeks before your due date'. During that time, I could only smile and hoping that I have to be ready and make sure I'll have a boy. But now... I'm already pregnant and I didn't plan. I don't know if its a boy or girl again. I could only pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy with the result, I went to see Dr F at Bkt Rngn, ktn. I wanted to have another test (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course she didn't know I had gone to a different doctor in btng before&lt;/span&gt;). The test again showed that I was pregnant. I wasn't satisfied and insisted the doctor to do a 2D scan. I told her a few months back when my period was late, I went to see another doctor. At first the doctor told me that I wasn't pregnant but when I was about to leave, he called me and said I was pregnant. But, a few days after that, I got my period. Dr F told me, sometimes the clinics didn't clean the sample bottle properly using a special chemical. So, perhaps other woman's sample may still be there. Dr F did a 2D scan. She confirmed the pregnancy. Shen even showed me the uterus. I was convinced then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told kak M about my pregnancy and my worried whether I would have another girl again. Kak M asked me to pray a lot and recite suratul Yusof, Suratul Maryam and Suratul Yaasin. Indeed, the sex of the baby was already determined during the intercourse. Its eiter XX or XY. Nothing can be done to change it, except with Allah's approval. I did as what Kak M asked me to do. I've tried without fail to pray (do'a) for a baby boy in every prayer (solat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning for the sex!! It's almost 5 month of pregnancy. I went to kmc for my routine check up, as usual. I asked Dr S (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dr H was no longer there. She went to middle east&lt;/span&gt;) about the sex of the baby. While scanning, Dr S explained to me all the things showed at the screen. She tried to look for the genital part. 'You ada 2 girls ye' she asked. I said 'Ya...' Then she said 'Ini nampak macam..... hmmm mungkin jugak bukan. Tadi nampak macam boy tapi sekarang saya rasa tali pusat ni..kadang-kadang orang mistaken dengan talipusat' I was a bit frustrated. Then she said, 'takpe, datang lagi next month. mungkin clear sikit nampak' I had no choice but to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I supposed to perform my antenatal check up at kmc, I went to Clinic Chg since I heard they had a 3D scan in the clinic. Failing to see (due to my baby covered the private part), I went back disappointedly. I started to love my baby though I didn't know its a boy or a girl yet. A mother's feeling, that cannot be described with words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after the 7th month of pregnancy I got to see my baby 'birdy'. Dr S was excited to show me. 'Tengok ni. Nampak tak?' I was thinking, what should I see (I never have a boy before, so I don't know how it is supposed to look). I asked 'yang mana doctor?' Then she showed me something like a short finger in between 2 things. Abang who was also there said 'p*n*s!' the doctor was quiet for a while (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;macam malu sikit...&lt;/span&gt;) She printed the picture for us. Only Allah knows how happy I was at that moment. But still, I wasn't want to be so sure since anything could happen. It happened before (not to me) the doctor said the sex was a boy and turned out to be a girl. I hope it won't happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had to have a C-Sec (3rd one now!), doctor asked me to choose the date. My due date was supposed to be 31st May 2007. By having a C-Sec, I had to come at least 2 weeks before the due date (about 38 weeks of pregnancy). When I looked at the calendar, I noticed something remarkable. My girls were born in March 16 (16/3) and July 18 (18/7). My boy (since kinda confirm though can't be too sure) will be on May (5). 2 weeks before meaning 14 - 21. I chose 17 since it was in the middle and it will make my kids to be 16/3, 17/5 and 18/7. The dates were all consecutive and the months were all odd months and consecutively... The days were also consecutive (Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday - alternate by 1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the doctor that I chose 17 May 2007. My pregnancy period went well. Alhamdulillah... My girls were so excited to have a brother. Coan wanted a sister at first. She said 'Pompuan cantik... boleh pakai skirt..' Sophea wanted a brother. So, when the doctor confirmed it was a boy, Sophea was even more excited. She even said 'ini adik kakak sebab kakak nak boy. Coan nak girl kan...' Anyway, soon after that, they were both eager to have a brother. I've already prepared a name for my boy since the day I got married. Shahmey! I 've called him Shahmey even before he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 May 2007 arrived. It was about 8am that abang brought me to kmc. When I told the front desk that I was scheduled for C-Sec, she asked me to go upstairs. The nurse then did a ECG test (to check baby's heartbeat). Since everything was alright, they sent me to the ward, asking me to change my outfit. A nurse came an injected me - for the glucose flow. I waited for about an hour in the ward. Then, another nurse came. She said, 'kena tunggu doctor dulu'. At about 9.30am, another nurse came and insert a long tube in my v*g*na, so that I didn't have to go to the toilet to urinate. I didn't like it. Though I did go through the same procedure for Sophea and Coan, that were done when I was in pain. This was done when I was conscious - no pain. The tube really made me sore. I had to be careful to move, afraid the tube will leak my urine (yucckkss!!). So, I just had to lay in bed and waited to be cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1/2 hour after that, a few nurses came with a stretcher. I knew its time. Thank God! I couldn't wait to deliver my baby. I didn't care about the pain later coz' the tube was more uncomfortable. I told the doctor that I had a sore throat and cough. The nurse gave me 1 kind of very bitter syrup to drink which I supposed it was to cure the cough. They were afraid I would cough during the surgery. Even worse, after the surgery. The anesthetic itself could already coz' itchiness in my throat. So, my cough would worsen the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor once told me the surgery would be done at 10.00am. It was already 10.00 but I was still in the waiting area. There was another boy also waiting for the OT (Operation Theatre). Nope! He wasn't scheduled for a C-Sec okay. hehehee. I was even more uncomfortable laying there with a tube in my v*g*na. Nurses passed by like I was a traffic light. They stopped for a while and looked at me. Then, they went off. I looked at the wall clock. Minute after minute went by. Still, I was laying there like having a sun tan. I was afraid to even sit down due to the tube in between of my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pushed me inside the OT at about 10.30am. Dr A again for the anesthetic! So, you were the one who made me waited in pain 5 years ago huh! I thought. But, he was nice. He asked me about my lipstick 'Diorang tak suruh buang gencu ke?' Hehehehe.. gencu??? Orang tak panggil gencu la doctor... I said to myself. But I just said 'takde pulak'. I was still conscious when the doctor jab the anesthetic on my wrist. But, I felt so sleepy a few seconds after they put the oxygen mask. Then, black!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R4Ig66jxFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pyr-orA9CAk/s1600-h/17052007085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152717120189044530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4QHVT9C1YQ/R4Ig66jxFzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pyr-orA9CAk/s400/17052007085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 1pm, abang woke me up (I think he noticed that I was a bit conscious). I only asked him 1 question 'Bang baby kita mana?' Abang said 'Ada kat nursery (baby care unit in the hospital) la'. 'lelaki ke pompuan?' Me, asking impatiently. Abang answered 'Lelaki la... Abang ambik dia tadi, dia dah buka mata masa abang azan kan dia...' Then abang showed me the picture that he snapped using his handphone. He was looking at the hp (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;macam tau tau je abah nak ambik gambar dia&lt;/span&gt;). I delivered him at 11.23am and abang took the picture at 12.25pm - an hour after he was out of my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma said, he looked like me, when I was born. I sent Kak Mah (my cousin) the picture and she also said he looked like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the name. Abang asked me the spelling. Me, always wanted to be different, spelled his name as Shahmey. Abang wanted to spell as Shahmi. I told abang, I want something different. The name was indeed a common name coz the meaning is good - sacred, courage and intelligent. To be different, I spelled it in my own way... Abang, of course has to agree. Anyway, thanks abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that was my 3rd C-Sec, Dr S had asked me before the surgery, 'You nak ikat terus atau macam mana?'. Then I asked, 'Kalau tak ikat dulu boleh ke doctor?' Dr S said, 'Kalau condition okay, saya tak ikat la. Tapi kalau condition stitches you terus kat dalam, saya ikat terus. boleh?' I agreed. So, a day after my delivery, Dr S came to see me. 'Stitches you still okay. Jadi, saya tak ikat dulu. cuma... your bladder ternaik sikit. masa saya jahit tu, saya kena jahit atas sikit. Since bladder you attach dengan uterus, dia ternaik sikit. So, next time, before you operate, you kena bagi tahu doctor tu yang bladder you tinggi. Kalau tidak, takut dia terbelah kat tempat bladder pulak.' Seriously, I didn't really understand what she was trying to convey. Until now. I asked her a few times until she said, 'tak payah risau lah. takde apa. cuma cakap pada doctor tu be careful aje'. I was worried actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, I have another 1 or 2 chances to get pregnant! I think 4 is enough. Hopefully I'll have another boy next time. Since I'm not that young, already 33 now (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooopppss! gonna 34 this November&lt;/span&gt;), I'm not sure when is the right time. An expert advice will be needed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah... after 8 years of waiting, the little Shahmey has finally arrived. 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