CHALK DRAWINGS

Momma introduced me to some materials recently, chalk and sugar paper!

























Guess what I'm drawing?

A dinosaur! Haha!

MY ARTSY FARTSY SIDE

Mi familia - I drew this a couple of months ago, I think my stick figures improved a lot since then

Mickey floating happily

My superhero friends



Momma and me - orbiting in space

MORE DOODLES

Momma and me on a giant purple slide

Me and my friends playing with swords (more like parang kontot, Momma thinks)

Dreaming of pet cats

Superhero friends

MISSING PAK NGAH & MAK NGAH

It has been just a week since I sent my Pak Ngah and Mak Ngah to the airport, and I'm missing them already. FYI, my Pak Ngah is currently working in Turkmenistan (dekat-dekat dengan negara Gostan & Say-tan, I heard them joke). He's not coming back for Hari Raya this year (his superiors booked their cuti Raya already), so his leave application for this Ramadhan was approved. Kesian my Mak Ngah, for having to celebrate Raya this year without him.

But we had a blast while he was here with us last week. Here are some photos taken at the airport.

Waiting for them to check in their bags

Using my super powers, I managed to trick my beloved uncle to get me some seriously looking candy
No no, not those gigantic lollies! They're humongous right? They're not for us mere mortals, I think, only giants can eat them! My Pak Ngah bought me that huge pack of Smarties that has a toy Snow White attached at the top, to my Momma's horror of course. She wouldn't approve if she knew what was I up to when I told him to push our trolley far far away from her sight! Hehe, but of course I didn't finish the whole thing myself. I ate a few and Momma hid the rest from me.

The three of us

Me and my abah

OK, that's all for now folks. More pics of my arts coming right up. But right now, I'm helping Momma to make cookies! Wheeeeee!!!

NUNU'S ART GALLERY

By george, I haven't posted an entry for more than month! Nothing much to update except for some photos of my masterpieces.

My Tok Ma gave us an idea of free-flowing guaranteed material to regularly update this neglected blog if mine. Since I draw/doodle a lot and Tok Ma insists that each doodle on a scrap is just as precious on a proper canvas, Momma thinks it's best that she takes pictures of them before I rip them apart or destroy in a more creative way, and post it right here.

Cool right? My own art gallery catalog, well, sorta.

Princess and the pea? Nope, that's me on my dream bed, a bunk bed with a really tall ladder!



Momma lion, Papa lion, baby lion, a cat and a black balloon.



Nunu in tocang with a pride of smiley lions and Mr. Sun

FATHER'S DAY 2009

This is the first time we're celebrating Father's Day. Nothing big, just a simple card I made for my abah and makan-makan, there were no presents involved even.

But I think there's something not right going on around here, Mummy (yeah, I call Momma Mummy now, sometimes, especially when I'm trying to speak Playhouse Disney English)



This restaurant's awfully empty and quiet, although it's lunch time already. Don't they have a Father's Day special over here?



Hmm, no wonder lah! It's on 14th June lah Momma, Father's Day is not until next week! We 'ter'celebrate early lah then! Hehehe... so malu...



Celebrating Father's Day a week early was even better actually. No crowd, no hype. Just the 3 of us in an empty restaurant. How cool is that?

C-U-T-I

Yeap, I know how to spell CUTI already, thanks to that fun advertisement on Astro Ceria. However, it's a shame that I didn't get to go anywhere this time.

Swimming in a hotel pool where my abah stays for a bowling tournament (for 2 whole weeks!) hardly counts as a school holiday getaway. The hotel was only a 20 minute's drive from our place and we didn't even spend a night there.







Even going grocery shopping with Momma at Giant counts to. Oh yeah, finally I got myself some cool goggles.



And most of time, I stayed close with Momma since daycare was closed for a whole week. My kindy is moving to a new place/house so they needed time to make the move.

This is me at my Momma's office, where she vows never to bring me to ever again. I don't understand what she was talking about, I thought I was a very good girl. I even practiced writing my numbers.

HAPPY 4TH BIRTHDAY, EBI!

Last May 3rd, my beloved cousin Ebi turns 4.

Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting and a smattering of M&Ms.

Ebi & Wan reciting prayers

There you go! Atta girl, Ebi! Lick that knife!

Abang Danish and Kak Syira reciting their speech for Ebi (while Ebi was busy licking away)

Poor Kak Sya was forced to give a speech too (and Ebi kept on lickin' and lickin')

Waaaaaa, I want a bike too!

IKEA, WE-KEA

So here's the continuation of my short KL trip.

After breakfast, my Pak Teh brought us to our hotel which was booked earlier by Tok Bah. My Pak Teh claimed that the char keow teow breakfast we had earlier wasn't filling enough, so he took advantage of the free breakfast buffet. Pffft, alasan untuk menyental, so Momma and I went up to our room, where I lanyak the bed puas-puas and had a fun bath in the tub.

The idea was to get me to nap so that I get my rest before we go out anywhere, but hah, fat chance! It was my Pak Teh and Momma who got their shut-eyes while I layan some cartoons on tv.

As predicted, as soon as I got into the car, I konked out and remained unconcious until much much later, I found myself in this huge beautiful house that had many many little living rooms, and little litle bedrooms. I opened my eyes and I was in this gorgeous super soft mattress with colourful beddings with a huffing and puffing Momma beside me.

Turned out to be, I was in the famous Ikea! and Momma has been carrying me around in various sleeping position until her arms couldn't tahan anymore. Hehe, sorry Momma! If only Pak Teh told you earlier that you CAN put me on the beds that was on display, maybe I didn't give you such a hard time, eh?

So there we were in the much talked about home furnishing haven, a visit we suspected was wickedly planned by Pak Teh to ensnarle us into this homogenic marvel of this globalized Swedish brand. No jakun Penangite should come to KL and not stop by this Disneyland for adults who think they have a taste in design.

Momma wasn't prepared to buy anything actually (well, maybe some windows!) coz she didn't even grab any trolleys or those ingenious creation called the recyclable yellow bags, but she gave in anyway and picked some practical stuff. She was in a good mood enough to sponsor Pak Teh a table top to replace his old bent one.

And oh, the culture shock we had when we got hungry. Pak Teh said we can eat first and continue our shopping later!

This was supposed to be my menu - the 3 ringgit kiddy meal spaghetti.

You think I'd let them go away with that? I insisted on walloping their meal instead, the far-famed Swedish meatballs!

Too bad the playland was full when we got there. I watched in envy as the kids inside formed a conga line and danced to the tune and led by an aunty who shook her booty as if she watched too much 'Dancing with the Stars'.

Good thing we had the one ringgit ice-cream!

So here I am proud to own these kiddy tableware, just like millions of other households around the world.



Gives you a reason to have a party, no?

LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

Hello peeps! Hoboy, do I have great news for you guys. By some divine intervention, Momma and I was whisked away to KL to join my Tok Bah and Pak Teh for a special mission. I wasn't so sure of the mission, but what would they tell a 3 year old anyway?

All I knew was when Momma initially asked me whether I'd like to take a trip with her on a train, I was ecstatic coz I still remember my first train ride last holiday season. But somehow, there were changes of plans and early Saturday morning, we left before the crack of dawn to the airport. I was befuddled at first, but somehow I was very well-behaved and even cheery even though I'm not a morning person kid.

Israel pun Israel la Momma, ekonomi memang dah meleset pun kan....?

After Tok Ma and Momma performed their subuh prayers at the surau, Tok Ma left us to fend for ourselves coz she had to attend her usual religious class. We had half an hour to kill before our flight at 6.45 am so what else is there to do when the Golden Arch is right in front of the departure hall? Ordered the big breakfast konon but the eggs were c*appy and Momma even complains of her coffee. I think she missed her own brew of coffee already and feeling c*appy herself.

At 6.45 sharp, we got ourselves into the departure hall and I even enjoyed looking at our bags going through the scan. We waited for a few minutes before we could board the plane, one reason being Momma wasn't so sure what to do with the tickets that looked exactly like shopping receipts to us. When she finally found our IDs, we were one of the last to board the plane.

I was very nervous while we walked towards our flight and was petrified at the sight of the orange and white plane. It wasn't that big, I've seen trucks bigger than that. I commented that I was afraid of flying on a plane coz it doesn't have wheels. Momma had to ask me whether I was OK a few times. When we almost reached the stairs of the plane, the engine suddenly revved up and spooked me big time! I held on Momma's legs until I was dragged a little, and I begged Momma to lift me up. Hehe, poor Momma. I didn't let go until she found our seats.

This was my face before we lifted off. I wasn't amused at all when Momma told me that akak Awan Dania was in front of us showing us the safety maneouver. She couldn't fool me. Akak Awan Dania wears a different coloured uniform lah.

Boring!

I wouldn't let my Momma release her hug around me until I felt my tummy settled. I was very quiet but I sent her my signals through my askance looks. Very icy, I tell you!

Not until the lights to buckle on went out did I relax for a bit. And by golly, was I surprised to see how high we were! I was so high, I didn't realize I shouted "Bye bye Penang!" very loudly when everyone around us were dead quiet! Haha, buat malu kompeni je.

The plane ride took about an hour, so I had plenty of time to spare. Lucky I brought my own backpack containing my books and snacks (and shhhh.... a diaper! how embarrassing!) but Momma gave me a cool pen and a cute notepad to scribble on to practice my letters and numbers. I have perfected my number 6 while on that plane. Hihihihi.

We reached our destination a little before 8 am. Was a lil irritated by that akak who told me to put my table back to the original position. Momma had to hold my notepad for me while I write. While the plane touched down, I didn't even blink! Still engrossed with my writing you see. Sedar-sedar, everybody was getting off already.

We couldn't resist posing in front of the carrier. I wasn't in the mood to smile, I wanna make my Japanese cutie face (small sepet eyes, puckered lips) but Momma wanted me to show my teeth instead. So I came off looking like I'm snarling in the picture. Actually I was about to tell Momma that there were some guys in fluorescent vests with walkie-talkies walking towards us, most probably to shoo us away but luckily Momma got up before they reached us and we walked away fast-fast and buat bodo ajer. Lalalalalala....

I don't know what it is, but when Momma took this shot, it came out very funny. All the colours seem off and unreal. Why ah? Issit the air of early morning in Subang? We've never been out at this hour. Or issit my tak mandi pagi face that spoils the picture?

Momma thought I'd be excited to see some choppers but naaah, I was non-chalant. I've seen choppers Ma, at the air force base where Uncle Zam brought me once. She was like, so annoying lah. Like when I was busy doodling in the plane, she kept telling me to look outside and watch the clouds. I impatiently said, "Nuha tahulah...", like - I know what clouds look like, Ma. Duh.

The airport was eerily quiet. We felt like we're entering a twillight zone or something. That didn't stop me from being notty.

The conveyer belt wasn't moving, so don't worry that I might have tripped and hurt myself. I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much (except when that plane engine revved too loud of course, scary noises get me)

Since nobody was looking (coz nobody was there!) we took a couple more shots.

My Pak Teh was already waiting for us in his car, so it was a quick pick up at the exit. We had another breakfast at Kelana Jaya and off straight to the hotel we went. But that's another story for another day perhaps. More stories coming up, so stay tuned!