Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Scary hah.....

x de plan pun nak buat entry hari ni. while having breakfast alone in office pantry, I facebooking and there is one post that attract me. just copy from this man blog (x kenal pun die ni)...True story indeed.

Ok kisah ni ditulis sendiri tuan punya badan di facebook beliau. Aku copy paste. Tolong share kepada kawan² yg lain.

As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.

To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.

It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend's car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5'8", mid-30s, and of Indian descent.

At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn't remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver's seat, driving us out of the carpark.

I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn't even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. "Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I'm being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want."


From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I'm alive today. 

1. I managed to get into a position to escape.
 When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I'm on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn't scream or alert anyone's attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.

2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.
 I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might've even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now. 

3. I was lucky and sneaky.
I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I'm so lucky they did not see or hear this!

4. I went 'crazy' at the right time.
And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver's seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, "Even if I don't get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they'll be forced to slow down." So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, "BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!" (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life. 

5. I acted in spite of the fear.
My friends said I was brave. But I didn't feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die.  I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought "this was it". But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone's eye.

6. I remembered the people I love.
The only thing that matters when you're faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , "This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming." The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it's true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That's all I could think of for a few moments, before I started brainstorming my escape. 


I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet. 

I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara's manicured grass and into the crowd. 


Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.

We never think its going to happen to us... and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I've spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It's been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday. 

I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I'm fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would've been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would've been so, so much worse. 

I'm Blessed. By God's grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God. 
I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes. 

Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you're alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it's part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.

Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don't take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them. 

And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn't know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.

Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don't worry about being thought of as "busy body" or "overreacting". The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Sahabat, rakan, kawan, member dalam hidup saya

Makne same je kan J
Ntah mcm mane, tiba2 je saya teringat kawan2 saya dari kecik sampai skg….mmg x bole nak elak kawan2 sgt penting dalam hidup.
Ade org cakap…ble dah kawin mesti tak ingat kawan2 dah…bukan x ingat tp mase yg kadang2 tak mengizinkan…mcm mane kite bole lupe pd kawan2 especially kawan rapat kan

Sekolah tadika KEMAS
Hmmm….x berapa nak ingat kawan2 zaman ni..rase2nya time ni kenal Noraslinda Abd Rahman..selalu main buaian dgn die.pastu lawan sape bole buai paling tinggi..tak takut pun kalo jatuh..ish2

Sekolah rendah
Mase darjah 1,2,3 x brp ingat sgt selalu kawan dgn sape…not a name yg bole dipikirkan…
mase darjah 4, 5 and 6 dah start ade geng..kwn2 baik time tu adalah Noraslinda Abdul Rahman (Linda), Norhidayu Wahab (Ayu), Rozilawati Idros (Ogy). Bile Halimah Aziddin (Limah) masuk sek kitorg, die jd geng kitorg gak. kononnya geng pandai sbb semua kelas Merah…
tp ble sek agama kitorg x satu kelas…yg  ingat mase darjah 6, sy satu kelas dgn Linda, Yati, n Dilah. Kelas 6B kot. Keje kitorg time tu kalo ade ujian je mesti meniru…bukan setakat tiru member sebelah, siap tiru dr buku teks..teruk btol. Dah la tu selalu dengki dgn satu budak name Dian. Dian ni x pandai tiru2, tp kedekut. Bile kitorg tanya jawapan mesti x nak share…so mmg anti dgn die…buruk btol perangai, dah la meniru pastu x puas hati dgn org lain plak. Setakat kena denda berdiri atas kerusi tu mmg selalu la…
Bile mase rehat aktiviti wajib main zero point or konda kondi. Kitorgnye tournament zero point dgn geng lain…x ingat sgt sape member geng tu. Tournment kitorg mkn mase berbln2, tp in d end x ingat sape juara.

Sekolah Menengah Rendah
Lepas UPSR, masuk sek menengah kan…I was not went to school nearby my house. Instead pegi sek agama and stayed at hostel. Mase tu ade 4 org dr sek. Rendah . Ogy, Limah, Fae and AT. Faezah and hafiz AT & Fae masuk sek rendah kitorg mase darjah 6. So x de la kawan sgt diorg ni. Tp bile dah masuk sek baru….kawan lame la yg dicari dulu. Antara kitorg berlima, I am the only anak peneroka. AT anak pengurus felda (die dapat name AT - Ahmad Tajuddin, his father name mase kat sek menengah sbb nak differentiate org name hafiz, ramai sgt name hafiz termasuk x-bf I and secret admire I), Ogy and Fae anak pegawai felda whereas Limah (kat sek men panggil IM) anak technician. Bile mgu balik kg…biasenye akan tumpang diorg sbb abah xde kereta and kalo ade pun, abah bukan reti nak bawak kereta.

So mase induction kawan la dgn Ogy, IM and Limah. But at the same time dah make friends dgn org lain. We were not in the same clas as well as dorm…AT lagi x same dorm kan. But AT and I were at the same class, class Ma’wa. Mase form xde sgt kawan rapat yg lain. Semua pun kawan biase2 je.
When I was form 2, pindah dorm and class. Kali ni dorm kitorg dah x campur2 with other forms. Kalo x silap time tu dah start ade geng baru. Name dorm P1. Geng2 time tu, Mufnil Ida, Zuraini, Fida, Yani, Fyna, Fiza and me. Selalu pegi makan same2, outing same and sometimes ikot Ida balik umah die kat sabak bernam. Ida, Zu and me dlm satu clas. Sy dok sebelah Ida time tu. At the same time, sy kawan gak dgn bdk2 sport since sy player netball sek.
Bile sekali sekala balik kg…selalu gak pegi umah linda..sembang2. tp linda jarang sgt nak dtg umah. So lame kelamaan sy dah x dtg umah die lg. Kadang2 pegi umah dian. Dian yg selalu kena kutuk2 tu akhirnya jd kawan mase cuti sek. N sampai skg pun kalo ade mase akan pegi umah die. Raya mmg wajib la kitorg kunjung mengunjung.
Mase form 3..kitorg kena pindah dorm lg. kali ni, xde sowg pun dari geng aku yg satu dorm dgn aku. Paling dekat zu n yani. Diorg dok dorm sebelah. Mule2 mmg x syok. Dah la x dpt satu bilik dgn geng, then Ida pulak pindah class lain. Tahun ni sy dok sebelah zu dlm clas. Kat dorm plak katil sy sebelah katil Ain. Bile dah mcm ni, sy dah x rapat sgt dgn geng2 lame. Pastu dgr plak Ida and 2-3 org geng lame kate, sy dah berubah sikap sbb dah ade bf. So time tu kire tak puas hati la. Mase form 3 ni selalu lepak dgn Ain and Zu.Kirenya lebih rapat dgn bdk2 class instead bdk2 dorm. Time ni, sy baik dgn Acu (Izzah) sbb kononnya Izzah tu adik kepada x-bf I la..padahal time bukan pun bercinta lg..

Geng sek agama
Sekolah Menengah Tinggi
After PMR , I went to MRSM. Dalam byk2 member kt sek agama tu, Ida plak yg satu mrsm dgn sy. Rase mcm x syok sgt sbb kitorg ade history x bestkan. Kecewa sbb x dpt satu mrsm dgn ain L
Is not hard for me to make friends. Sy agak peramah jugak la. Oleh kerana duduk diperantauan, I start searching friend dr kl and Selangor. So there I meet with Peah, ana, and ayeen. First impression about ana and ayeen mmg tak best la. Sbb diorg pakai tudung pendek tahap gile babing…sy plak dr sek agama kan…but kejap je,pastu ok je.diorg pun pastu dah pakai tudung agak panjang. Back then my roommate was Nomie haslinda. We both netball player and kaki ponteng semayang Jemaah and preparation class. Rasenye mase form 5, sekali je sy pegi solat subuh Jemaah.selebihnya layan tido. Kebetulan plak at our level, bdk2 bilik lain golongan2 alim.tiap pg akan ade 2-3 org yg ketuk pintu kejut solat subuh..mengganggu k. till we found care utk elak diganggu. Dlm kol 6 je…sy akan wake up and bukak sikit pintu bilik and switch on light..konon2 mcm dah bgn la. Thus no one akan ketuk pintu bilik. N it did work…
At that time geng rapat adalah peah, ana, ayeen, rini, fini and suwaibah. Kat kelas plak sy rapat dgn ayeen and ely. Actually bole dikatakan rapat ngan semua classmate sbb we only have 9 girls in our class. Since we are not in same class….diorg pun ade member rapat kat class & I also baik dgn diorg. Cthnya Arni.

At college time…my best friend is ayeen simply because we are from same school. But we are not in same class, thus I have my close friend at my class. Di sinilah sy kena ani, lia, zana and gina. Mase college kerjanya ponteng clas n tgk wayang. Sbb time tu tiket wayang baru RM5 kat leisure mall.

Kerja Time 1
My first real job kat jalan yap kwan seng. Again my best friend is ayeen…haahhahaha. Then kenal faizal which now is also my best friend. (best friend ke???)Mase dah keja ni baru start baik ngan mulia sbb selalu g kerja same2 naek lrt. Same2 berebut nak masuk lrt. Makan kedai mamak…tgk wayang, main bowling…cuti2 malaysia and etc.

Kerja Time 2
Mase ni dah x satu opis ngan ayeen and faizal..but still close with those people. Masih ronggeng same2 buang duit yg tak berapa nak byk tu. At this opis terjumpa plak dgn x college mate, khamza. (x berapa nak terjumpa sbb mmg dah tahu die keje kat situ). Mase kat college, x penah la baik sgt dgn die. Tp bile dah satu opis..baik la pulak. Tp khamza ni org bagus..kurang berpoya2…ibu and isteri solehah ni.
Tada….cube teka time ni kenal sape???kenal dgn sorg bdk ketot yg ade name pelik. Izza Noryatimasari. Mule2 kenal, kecik hati dgn die. Bole plak time lunch die x ajak pun pegi lunch dgn die. Selamba je die balik umh sdr. Tau la umah die dekat…sob sob sob….mungkin sbb kat opis x ramai malay, end up berkawan baik la dgn minah ni. Lepas die benti keje dr audit firm ni pun masih baik dgn die. So bertambah la kawan membuang duit sy. Nk dijadikan cerita minah ni jd housemate sy plak. Sian izza sbb selalu kena kacau waktu wiken. Sy ni jenis tak reti nak bgn lmbt…so bile dah bgn pagi n x tau nak buat ape…izza la jd mangse. Yg syok sekali izza suke makan…makan… n makan…
Die ni gak le jd pengapit mase kawen.
Broga hill. warm up sebelum nek yong belar
Kerja Time 3
I think xde best friend kot kat sy baik dgn ibu2 muda yg gojes iaitu Puan Diana and Puan Timmy. Selalu menjadi teman meluah perasaan. Mereka menjadi role model utk sy breast feed Aryan…
And the same time masih berhubungan dengan cik puan izza, ayeen, mulia, arnie, peah and faizal….
Oh lupe lak…sy juga baik dgn fazrin.

Panjang sungguh ceta kawan sy hr ni..saje je..tibe2 rase rindu dgn semua kawan2 sy. Bukan yg ade name diatas saje…tp semua kawan2 yg pernah sy kenali….

Friday, May 18, 2012


A-Leigh wedge leather (stucco) VS Hanalei

Crocs Aeon Bukit Tinggi VS

Duit en. Suami VS Duit sdn.bhd L

Red VS Blue Navy

Merah menyala lagi VS dah jd biru kusam

Tapak tip top VS tapak dah mcm bole main gelungsur

Ape yg same = COMFORTABLE, mmg superb. Setakat nak pusing shopping complex satu hari suntuk pun xde hal la…..xde sakit2 kaki punye

Confuse….yg aku promote brg crocs ni…aku dapat ape2 commission ke????

Sampai2 umah terus amik gmbr kasut baru

On d way pegi keje pg td. mase dlm jammed

LASTLY.....jom tgk versus mlm ni at TV9 jam 9.30 mlm

Bekal aryan setiap hari

Before masuk dlm freezer....mgu ni bekal aryan bubur nasi+kentang+ayam+daun saleri

Masuk dlm freezer

Breast dah lame jd bekal aryan..yummy

Tu pasal la anak mommy momok2...nomei2...bam2...

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Jejantas story

I wanted to write this entry earlier but rase malas sgt......So di petang yg agak sunyi dimana only few peoples in the office sy merajinkan diri utk write this entry. (tu pun after Shi ping came to my place and asked whether I already posted the jejantas story in my blog)....Throughout this entry, you guys will hear a lot of Shi ping’s name.
The story was happened on last monday, 14 May 2012. Shi Ping and I are office mate. Both of us parked our car at brickfields at same place.
Utk pengetahuan semua, amatlah sukar utk mencari parking at kl sentral ni. Thus, byk org naik public transport je. but in my case, I cannot tahan dgn bau yg macam2 and bersesak2 dlm komuter all the way from shah alam to KL sentral. I did try once...but sorry. I would rather stuck in traffic jammed. Forget about the parking thing.
On that particular day, we sembang mcm2 on d way to parking. From Mercu we have to walk down to the jalan brickfields (or tun sambathan) and cross the road. It is actually a wide road..i think 4 lane. A lot of people just cross the road without using the jejantas. Me too....:-)
But Si Shi ping paksa gune jejantas. This is a brand new jejantas which facilitate with lift. I supposed this the one that YB Raja Nong Chik mentioned in
where it is for org buta. The construction for this jejantas takes some time. Because if remember correctly, since my early pregnancy and until gave birth and now aryan dah 8 bln, n jejantas ni baru open for public for last 2 months (paling lame la tu).
Oleh kerana sy ni bukan org yg rajin sgt and kebetulan plak jejantas ni ade lift…so gunakan je lah kemudahan yg ade kan….
Malangnya, lift rosak plak…ni bukan kali pertama tau..rasenye dah 2 kali sy terserempak dgn lift rosak ni..pelik tp benar kan….
Sbb shi ping bg idea naik jejantas, terpaksa la die dgr sy membebel…but semua ade hikmah….sampai je at level atas…we both surprise because ade org trap inside the lift…
Amik kau….tourist plak tu..there goes Malaysia reputation.  
Dalam lif tu ade 5 peoples….4 Japanese (asben, wife and 2 kids) and 1 bangla (according to Shi Ping). Outside the lift ade sorg lelaki and bdk pompuan dlm umo 4-5 years. Rasenye diorg ni Indon. Lelaki jepun tu tgh cube bukak lift…so I asked him whether dah call lift operater or not…then we asking the phone number. I managed to talk to the Thyssen krupp staff and report about the faulty elevator.I asked how long will the technician take to reach here…and dgn gaya x berapa sopan, she answered tak sure and asked me to hang up because she wanted to call the technician. Bongok…not bother to asked my hp number or asked whether ade org stuck in elevator or not. Stupid kan….
After 15 minutes, I called thyssenkrupp again and asked about the status….she said technician is on d way. So I asked, how long. Again, she replied not sure. Then I asked to get the technician hp number. She refused to give..I was like..what????Sy mmg panas hati….she said, if u called that guy, he won’t pick up. Mmg nk kena jeritan puaka Cik Puan Lida la kan…I shouted to her and said, why can’t u just give me the number, do u have any problem that with that???if he didn’t pick up…not your problemkan….finally she gave.
Then Shi Ping called that technician but he didn’t pick up. May be tgh drive kan… we waited until 6.30 but the technician didn’t turn up. The reason I asking for the technician hp number, because I scared that lady akan balik dr keje….so who can I contact later
I feel so pity to the tourist…I know inside the elevator definitely hot….some more ade two kids lagi. Luckly both kids tak buat hal…
Mase tgu technician sampai…ramai org yg gune jejantas stop by and asking about what happened. Then ade 2 org mamat melayu stop by, then diorg jpa paksa nk bukak lift, but not success. Then one of the guys come down and come back with 2-3 construction workers. According to the construction worker, dah byk kali org trap dlm lift ni berlaku….urghh… of course diorg ni dah tahu mcm mane nak bg lift tu jalan kan…
After giving instruction to the bangla man tu, the elevator managed to move but tibe2 stopped in the middle. Oh god…it even worse ok….but luckily it move back and stop at ground.
Finally the entire victim safely out from the elevator. The Japanese tourist say thanks a few time….sian to the kids…sweating and merah2 muka diorg…
Moral of the story:
1. jgn guna lift...naik tangga or lintas je jalan
2. Kepada elevator operator, tlg berkhidmat dgn bagus yer...jgn nak makan untung buta je
3. Sila mtk tlg kepada pekerja construction (kalo bangunan tu dah siap????)
4. Saya malu kepada pelancong Jepun itu....bad experience to them
Now...sila lihat gambar2 yg ade....
Inilah jejantas itu

Nampak x lift

Hari kejadian...tourist from Japan tgh cuba nak bukak lift

Friday, May 11, 2012

Sambutan Hari Ibu

This few days....I heard a lot about Mother's, tv, and my colleagues...
but believe me....I never celebrate. for me everday is a mother I rite? nak call mak...nak ckp syg kat mak, x perlu tgu special day...everyday pun bole cakap kan....
yesterday, a frend of mine asking (she's indian)..."why is that haram to celebrate mother's day?"
Then I answered, im not quite sure but I believe because of the origin on the celebration of mother's day just like the valentine day
Then I googled and found from this blog about the origin of Sambutan Hari Ibu.
Oleh kerana just copy and tepek je...heheheh


Sejarah hari ibu telah dikenalpasti sebagai perayaan musim bunga orang-orang Greece, sebagai penghormatan terhadap Rhea, ibu kepada tuhan mereka. Pada tahun 1600 orang-orang England merayakan hari yang mereka namakan sebagai "Mothering Sunday". Ia dirayakan pada hari Ahad keempat setiap Lent. Lent adalah tempoh masa selama 40 hari samada dalam bulan Februari atau Mac. Dalam tempoh ini, sebahagian orang-orang Kristian akan berhenti melakukan atau memakan makanan tertentu atas alasan agama. Amalan tersebut adalah sebagai penghormatan mereka terhadap Mother Mary. Mother Mary adalah Maryam, ibu kepada Nabi Isa Alaihissalam atau Jesus yang mereka anggap sebagai tuhan.

Dalam tempoh tersebut juga, kebanyakan rakyat England yang faqir dan miskin, akan bekerja sebagai pembantu rumah. Mereka sanggup keluar jauh meninggalkan keluarga kerana percaya bahawa Jesus akan memberikan kekayaan dan kesenangan dalam tempoh tersebut. Menjelang hari Ahad keempat, mereka digalakkan untuk bercuti oleh majikan, dan pulang ke kampung untuk bertemu dengan ibu. Setiap ibu akan dihadiahkan dengan Mothering Cake atau kek hari ibu sempena perayaan tersebut.

Amalan dan tradisi ini menular ke seluruh dunia dan ia kini disambut sebagai penghormatan kepada Mother Church. Mother Church dianggap sebagai kuasa spiritual yang agung yang memberi manusia kehidupan dan memullihara mereka dari sebarang kecederaan. Sejak dari itu, perayaan Mothering Sunday telah diadun dengan upacara kegerejaan. Penghormatan mereka terhadap ibu sama taraf dengan penghormatan mereka terhadap gereja.
Di Amerika Syarikat, Hari Ibu disambut seawal 1872 hasil ilham Julia Ward Howe. Beliau adalah seorang aktivis sosial dan telah menulis puisi " The Battle Hymn of The Republic" (TBHoTR). TBHoTR telah dijadikan lagu patriotik yang popular di kalangan warga Amerika. Ungkapan "Hallelujah" dalam bait-bait lagu tersebut menyerlahkan lagi sentuhan Yahudi dan Zionis dalam mencaturkan politik dunia.

Pada tahun 1907 Anna Jarvis dari Philadelphia telah memulakan kempen untuk melancarkan Hari Ibu. Beliau telah berjaya mempengaruhi Mother's Church di Grafton, West Virginia agar meraya dan meraikan Hari Ibu pada hari ulang tahun kedua kematian ibunya, iaitu pada hari Ahad kedua dalam bulan Mei. Semenjak dari itu, Hari Ibu dirayakan saban tahun di Philadelphia.

Anna Jarvis, dan pendokong-pendokongnya telah menulis surat kepada menteri, golongan peniaga dan ahli-ahli politik agar Hari Ibu disambut secara meluas di seluruh wilayah. Matlamat mereka telah berjaya sepenuhnya pada tahun 1911 apabila hari tersebut disambut oleh hampir keseluruhan wilayah Amerika. Pada tahun 1914, Presiden Woodrow Wilson, secara rasminya telah mengisytiharkan Hari Ibu sebagai Hari cuti umum dan mesti raikan pada setiap hari Ahad kedua dalam bulan Mei. Biarpun sebahagian besar negara-negara di dunia menyambutnya pada hari yang berlainan, tetapi negara seperti Denmark, Finland, Itali, Turki, Australia, dan Belgium masih merayakannya pada setiap hari Ahad kedua dalam bulan Mei.
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Thursday, May 10, 2012

mommy totally agree

TQ Cik Cop

solid food

Consider solid food la kan....hehehehehe
Actually I purposely xnak bg aryan bubur at the age of 6 mase 6 bln aryan makan nestum plain aka original flavour.....then when he turn to 8 mths baru mkn bubur.....
so on 28 April 2012....mommy buat la bubur utk aryan...bubur kosong je yer....without salt pun....mommy buat one pot and planned to keep in refirigator so x perlu la nak masak tiap2 hr....
dlm bekas tupperware....remember that bekas..refer previous entry

total 9 bekas

dr pandangan depan

muka happy dah kenyang mkn w'pun mule2 buat muke pelik

simpan dlm peti ais

penuh da peti ais mommy
next day SIL complaint aryan x nak mkn bubur kosong.....byk komplen je lah...i am his mom kan....sbb mls nak dengar die complaint....adjust balik bubur aryan...rebus kan ayam n carrot and blend and mix kan dgn plain bubur tu....gmbr bubur dah adjust tak amik pun......