tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98995562009-02-21T15:36:33.813+05:30Nasha's Page<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/nashanadeera/NashaPage.jpg">Lisanoreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-3699983456006173012007-05-03T08:51:00.000+05:302007-06-03T09:14:22.449+05:30To Jakarta... again...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI5CRqcbKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/crmD0icbHc4/s1600-h/sing3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071678841636547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI5CRqcbKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/crmD0icbHc4/s320/sing3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI43hqcbJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/N_NzRiFDd8I/s1600-h/sing2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071678656952954002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI43hqcbJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/N_NzRiFDd8I/s320/sing2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI4mBqcbII/AAAAAAAAAWg/a9oSig4nw7Q/s1600-h/sing1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071678356305243266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI4mBqcbII/AAAAAAAAAWg/a9oSig4nw7Q/s320/sing1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI3RxqcbHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xQdSPlWubQw/s1600-h/sing2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RmI2XxqcbFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a-5z53SnI9M/s1600-h/sing1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-369998345600617301?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-47234594230130136712007-02-17T10:12:00.000+05:302007-02-17T10:29:24.588+05:30Twinkle Twinkle Little Star<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RdaKqwsU8BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OvmLWcvmOA4/s1600-h/twinkle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032362100863070226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RdaKqwsU8BI/AAAAAAAAAUE/OvmLWcvmOA4/s320/twinkle.jpg" border="0" /></a>If earlier I only mentioned the last word of every line from the song <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twinkle_twinkle_little_star">Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</a> taht my Mama sings for me, starting from this week I can sing it completely from the beginning til the end of the song..! <div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Twinkle, twinkle, little star,</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">How I wonder what you are.</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Up above the world so high,</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Like a diamond in the sky.</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Twinkle, twinkle, little star,</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">How I wonder what you are!</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-4723459423013013671?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1163951408677739272006-11-19T21:16:00.000+05:302006-11-19T21:20:08.690+05:30Another Year<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/bd2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/400/bd2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-116395140867773927?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-89227814366314764582006-08-21T17:28:00.000+05:302006-12-19T17:37:02.812+05:30Help Uppa cleaning<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfVyjf-j6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PhIX4TXp6xo/s1600-h/clean3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010208174972506018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfVyjf-j6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/PhIX4TXp6xo/s320/clean3.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfVszf-j5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DjRE3RMEXYY/s1600-h/clean1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010208076188258194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfVszf-j5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DjRE3RMEXYY/s320/clean1.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-8922781436631476458?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-38445455465567092712006-08-16T17:02:00.000+05:302006-12-19T17:22:37.337+05:30In Thirurkad<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfQyjf-j1I/AAAAAAAAALc/TqEHTEnmfoM/s1600-h/trkd1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010202677414367058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfQyjf-j1I/AAAAAAAAALc/TqEHTEnmfoM/s200/trkd1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Me, Mama, My Aunty and cousins went to Thirurkad to join a family gathering. We start from Cochin by train and reached there before dark. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The very next day, other family arrived to join the gathering... There were so many people in my Umumma's house. And there were a lot of children also. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Almost every morning all of us will go to a pool to swim and take bath. I couldn't enjoy that much the swimming programme cause the water was too cold in early morning. But every children like it. Maybe I will like it also when I'm older...<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfQmDf-j0I/AAAAAAAAALU/AUGWKXZLFSQ/s1600-h/trkd2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010202462666002242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfQmDf-j0I/AAAAAAAAALU/AUGWKXZLFSQ/s320/trkd2.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-3844545546556709271?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-18719011424227316932006-08-03T16:46:00.000+05:302006-12-19T16:57:54.907+05:30Silutha & Nameekka<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfKXjf-jwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OqdG8tJDpxI/s1600-h/silu.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010195616488132354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYfKXjf-jwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OqdG8tJDpxI/s400/silu.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today my cousins Silutha and Nameekka came and stay in our house. They came to Kerala on their vacation from Dubai. This is the second time I meet them. First time was last year when I was only 7 months old. So that time we didn't play that much because I was too small. But this time we enjoy playing all the time. And we will meet again next year, Insha Allah...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-1871901142422731693?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-3554098970507530192006-07-01T18:38:00.000+05:302006-12-19T16:03:31.672+05:30My New House<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYe7VTf-jvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RR6mvMpzRTU/s1600-h/baru3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010179085159010034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYe7VTf-jvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RR6mvMpzRTU/s200/baru3.JPG" border="0" /></a>We got a new place to stay when we reached back to Cochin (May 2006). I like my old rented house ;-p. But unfortunatelly, we have to move. Uppa searched for the new house all by himself, because Mama and I were on our vacation in Jakarta. We usually got a report from Uppa by phone everytime he look for some places. After some discussion, finally we dicided to take a unit of apartements in Tripunithura, not so far from our previous house. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The name is Star Apartements. It's a colony of apartements. There are a lot of buildings with different colour in each of them. My home is in the Green Building. There is a big garden under our bedroom windows. And in the left side of our building also we can find a children's playground with a slide, swings etc. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYaXhzf-juI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q7YhvgK_3Y8/s1600-h/baru2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009858242512064226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYaXhzf-juI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q7YhvgK_3Y8/s320/baru2.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYaXbDf-jtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q7B-GA321gA/s1600-h/baru1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009858126547947218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYaXbDf-jtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Q7B-GA321gA/s320/baru1.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-355409897050753019?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-63974824944947651532006-06-28T16:18:00.000+05:302006-12-14T16:30:46.818+05:30Photos for memory...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEugSkq00I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rEeYHJ4S1_Y/s1600-h/mama3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008335392889033538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEugSkq00I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rEeYHJ4S1_Y/s320/mama3.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEubCkq0zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/atrBFMfVcu0/s1600-h/papa3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008335302694720306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEubCkq0zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/atrBFMfVcu0/s320/papa3.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-6397482494494765153?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-16805759431934055072006-06-27T17:17:00.000+05:302006-12-14T17:26:48.512+05:30It's time to say Goodbye<div align="justify">Yes, finally the visit came to end. After 3 months we stayed with our family in Jakarta, it is time to go back to Cochin. The last day we were in both my grandparents houses was emotional days... There was tears, because they wish I can stay longer. </div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><div align="justify">Everybody in the family came to the Airport to see us take off. That time we felt more relax. At least we can laugh together.. ^_^. Don't worry, we will meet again soon. Insha Allah...</div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE6Wikq05I/AAAAAAAAAI0/IcuZvDTn9xg/s1600-h/airport2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008348419524842386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE6Wikq05I/AAAAAAAAAI0/IcuZvDTn9xg/s320/airport2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE6Bikq04I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zxiWtEI6rbM/s1600-h/airport1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008348058747589506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE6Bikq04I/AAAAAAAAAIs/zxiWtEI6rbM/s320/airport1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-1680575943193405507?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-85642834299450676042006-06-25T10:08:00.000+05:302006-12-14T11:11:40.153+05:30Picnic to Wiladatika Flower Garden<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDgrCkq0tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HTCM1G5tP_E/s1600-h/wila1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008249815665660626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDgrCkq0tI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HTCM1G5tP_E/s320/wila1.JPG" border="0" /></a>Before our Jakarta visit have to end, we (my grandmother and aunties) went together for a picnic. We started from our house in the morning. Earlier, my granmother already cooked some food for us to pack and eat when we reach in the garden... The picnic spot was very near to my grandmother's house. Only about 15 minutes by bus. It is a Flower Garden named Wiladatika.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The garden was very nice... even it was hardly to find any flowers... hehehe. But there are a lot of spots good for picnic. We chose one place near a dried waterfall under a big tree. I slept... hehehehe. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">We spent a good time there... After we ate all the food, me and Aulia playing around. Big people busy taking photos for memory... ;-p</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDYfCkq0rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LCTH839k0e4/s1600-h/wila3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008240813414208178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDYfCkq0rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LCTH839k0e4/s320/wila3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDYVCkq0qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8boBAbOJAh0/s1600-h/wila4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008240641615516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDYVCkq0qI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8boBAbOJAh0/s320/wila4.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-8564283429945067604?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-89965114158029833032006-06-14T17:12:00.000+05:302006-12-14T17:15:08.788+05:30Me & Aulia Part 3<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE4xCkq03I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LuGOcqUP5BA/s1600-h/milk.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008346675768120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYE4xCkq03I/AAAAAAAAAIg/LuGOcqUP5BA/s320/milk.JPG" border="0" /></a> I never drink milk from a bottle. But when I saw Aulia drink from bottle, I will ask for the same too. But if Aulia is not around... don't ask me to drink..!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-8996511415802983303?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-51877822204066867672006-06-10T16:45:00.000+05:302006-12-14T17:08:37.536+05:30Afternoon Play<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEzsSkq02I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NCUZBozZ7fk/s1600-h/kuda.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008341096605602658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEzsSkq02I/AAAAAAAAAIU/NCUZBozZ7fk/s320/kuda.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is what we usually did almost every afternoon when I was staying in my grandmother's house. A mini-car ride...</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The ride is soooo attractive with a loud children songs... I just couldn't resist it... hehehe. My grandmother will take me and Aulia outside to ride the mini car. Of course we have to pay and, thank god, it is cheap... ;-p</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">For one round (means one price) we can ride on the car for one song long. If we want another song, we have to pay one more time... Well, my grandmother only gave us 1 time ride at once, cause she had to pay for 2 children... hehehe...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-5187782220406686767?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-75904893646926910132006-06-02T16:34:00.000+05:302006-12-14T16:45:30.315+05:30My little Aunties..<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEv5ikq01I/AAAAAAAAAII/pZeSPPopWT8/s1600-h/sofie.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008336926192358226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYEv5ikq01I/AAAAAAAAAII/pZeSPPopWT8/s320/sofie.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have some little Aunties in Indonesia... I mean they are actually still children (like me ;-p), but they are my Aunties...</div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><div align="justify">The first one seen in this picture is Vani, Mama's youngest sister. Although she has a tall and big body, she's only 11 years old and still studying in 6th standard. She was my first friend in Jakarta hehehe....</div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><div align="justify">The other one is Sofie. She's a daughter of Grandfather's younger sister. So she's my aunty. She's studying in 3rd standard. Actually, they live in Mama's native place in Bumiayu. But when I was in Jakarta, they came to visit and stayed with us for 1 week. I still have some little aunties uncles in Bumiayu, but too bad I can't see them because we didn't go to Bumiayu that time. Hope next time we can meet them all.... Insha Allah.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-7590489364692691013?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-17355724751500972872006-05-30T11:12:00.000+05:302006-12-14T11:23:53.341+05:30Visit to Mbah Hari's house<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDlFCkq0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qMf3uhiS5D4/s1600-h/pakde.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008254660388770530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDlFCkq0uI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qMf3uhiS5D4/s320/pakde.JPG" border="0" /></a>My grandmother lives near by to some of her sister and brothers. So it is very easy for us to visit to each other. Of couse that was the first time for me to meet them all. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">One day, we went to visit Mbah Hari and Mbah Eny (Mama called them Pakde & Bude, Mbah Hari is my grandmother's elder brother). They live with their daughter and grandchildren (it means my cousins also).</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Mbah Eny is a very good cook. At least thats what Mama told me... hehehehe. Becasue I can see her eating all the time there... ;-p. While the best thing for Mama is the food... mine is the chace to meet my coisins and play with them...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-1735572475150097287?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-81715513513151636162006-05-28T18:51:00.000+05:302006-12-14T10:00:46.256+05:30Meet Naufal & Echa<div align="justify">Our mothers (<a href="http://aprilisa.multiply.com">Mama</a>, <a href="http://lilykusumah.multiply.com">Tante Lily</a> & <a href="http://utski.multiply.com">Tante Uci</a>) are best friends in internet ^_^. Earlier, they share a lot of things together cause they feel in the same situation: Indonesian woman who live in India (Tante Lily's husband is not an Indian ;-p). They lived in Mumbai. After so many times making plas to meet in Mumbai (and always failed !!!), finally we met in... <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>JAKARTA</strong></span>.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Yes, though we lived in India, we were all in Jakarta at the same time. The meeting took place in Park Lane Hotel where Tante Lily and her son Naufal stayed. We came around 11 AM in the morning. The meeting is only about our mothers talked.. talked.. and talked. We, babies, had to adjust with it ;-p. The meeting end at 9 PM.. !!!</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_-6ikq0oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s7abQqDqhl0/s1600-h/kopdar2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008001592325755522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_-6ikq0oI/AAAAAAAAAFo/s7abQqDqhl0/s320/kopdar2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_-0ikq0nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OzAGamlwGJs/s1600-h/kopdar1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008001489246540402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_-0ikq0nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OzAGamlwGJs/s320/kopdar1.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-8171551351315163616?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-90866418861941335262006-05-24T18:21:00.000+05:302006-12-14T10:00:11.325+05:30Meet Nadia<div align="justify"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_5yCkq0mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bOc5WnLqHJ8/s1600-h/nadia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007995948738728546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_5yCkq0mI/AAAAAAAAAFU/bOc5WnLqHJ8/s320/nadia.JPG" border="0" /></a> One day we have guests. They were Auntie Natalia with her family. Mama and Auntie Natalia known each other for a couple of year through internet. Sometimes they chat, but mostly they email to each other.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">So when we were in Jakarta, we plan to meet. since their house is near to my grandfather's house, they decided to come to visit us. </div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Nadia is Auntie Natalia's daughter. Her father also an Indian, but they all live in Jakarta. We played while our mothers busy talked. They brought me sweets. Thanks Nadia ^_^</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-9086641886194133526?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-52883998269915307742006-05-16T18:06:00.000+05:302006-12-14T09:58:38.340+05:30Monas<div align="justify">When I was in Jakarta, I went for a morning trip to <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong><a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-2839697-pioneer_florida_museum_and_village_dade_city-i" target="new"><span style="color:#ff9900;">National Monument (Monas)</span></a> </strong></span>which is known as the trademark of Jakarta. I went there with my family. There is a super big garden there. And we can make a small trip inside the complex by dokar (a traditional car that pull by one or two horse). And it's a good place for playing kite also .</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_0VSkq0kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v7othawDN8A/s1600-h/monas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007989957259350594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_0VSkq0kI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v7othawDN8A/s400/monas.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-5288399826991530774?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-27641015603423863672006-05-14T16:50:00.000+05:302006-12-14T09:56:59.813+05:30My Grandparents and Aunties<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/nashanadeera/jktfam4.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-2764101560342386367?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-47860353327517610032006-05-12T10:00:00.000+05:302006-12-14T10:06:50.372+05:30Me & Aulia Part 2<div align="justify">One day My mother, my grandmother and Aunties brought us to a shopping center. While they busy searching for things they want to buy, me and Aulia also busy doing something... ^_^ Well, at least we agreed about one thing that time... hehehehe..</div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDT2Skq0pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GorFY-4Um7I/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008235715288027794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RYDT2Skq0pI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GorFY-4Um7I/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong>"Hmm... yes, I think this is a very good cycle..."</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-4786035332751761003?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-33471705666133884762006-05-11T15:54:00.000+05:302006-12-14T09:55:09.623+05:30Me & my cousin AuliaIt was my first meeting with my only cousin in Jakarta, <span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Sabreena Aulia</strong></span>. We are in the same age. We share the same month and the same year of birthday. Although we sometimes fought each other (<em><span style="font-size:85%;">mostly because of toys and fighting for our grandmother ;-p</span></em>), but we spent good time together.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_XNykq0dI/AAAAAAAAADs/DEAG4682yXs/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007957942573126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_XNykq0dI/AAAAAAAAADs/DEAG4682yXs/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> For more photos of our days in Jakarta please click </span><a href="http://aprilisa.multiply.com/photos/album/34" target="new"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">here</span></strong></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-3347170566613388476?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1232614687640499282006-05-10T14:13:00.000+05:302006-12-14T09:52:40.252+05:30My First Plane Trip<div align="justify">I had my first trip by Plane when I was 1 year 2 months old... We (Mama & Me) went to Jakarta to visit my grandparents and family in Jakarta, Indonesia. That was my first visit to Jakarta and also the first time for Mama after her marriage.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I didn't make any problems inside the plane. Even I played very nicely when we have to wait for more than 3 hours (from 12.30 - 4 AM in the morning) in Cochin Airport because The plane was delayed. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_CCykq0VI/AAAAAAAAACM/333EjFy0nFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007934663850381650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_CCykq0VI/AAAAAAAAACM/333EjFy0nFQ/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><strong>inside the Nedumbassery Waiting Room</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">The trip to Jakarta went smoothly. Soon after I got into the first flight that bring us to Mumbai, I feel to sleep. I slept while we were waiting for the next flight to Jakarta which was also late for 2 hours. I woke up only after 2 hours from the time the flight took off from Mumbai Airport. Me and mama played for a while, had our meal watched tv, and then again slept.. ^_L^. Finally after hours of trip, we landed in Jakarta international Airport, Soekarno-Hatta at 6 PM Indonesian time (around 4.30 PM Indian Time)<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_Chykq0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Otc-CKVBsc/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007935196426326370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_Chykq0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/-Otc-CKVBsc/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>on the way to Jakarta, February 5 2006</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_Cuykq0XI/AAAAAAAAACg/vPokgH3NOyM/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007935419764625778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D5o8KoRyedE/RX_Cuykq0XI/AAAAAAAAACg/vPokgH3NOyM/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>on the way back to Cochin, May 4 2006</em><br /></strong></span></p><p align="justify">We back to ochin after 3 months. We had a night flight, so we didn't have much problem because again I slept most of the time. I was still awake until our transit in Changi Airport, Singapore. And we played and ate for some time before sleep. And we reached back in Cochin at 3 AM Indian time (4.30 AM Indonesian Time)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-123261468764049928?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1139017213866571582006-02-05T06:51:00.000+05:302006-02-04T07:10:13.886+05:30Bye...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/pulkam2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/320/pulkam2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-113901721386657158?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1138946755657686142006-02-03T11:33:00.000+05:302006-02-03T11:35:55.696+05:30L.O.L<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/lol.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/400/lol.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-113894675565768614?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1138758575495087652006-02-01T07:12:00.000+05:302006-02-01T08:39:24.033+05:30Going for shopping ^_^<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/sp1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/200/sp1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/sp2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/200/sp2.jpg" border="0" /></a> On February 5th, we're planning to go to Indonesia to visit my grandfather, grandmother, aunties etc... for the first time. This time, only me and Mama will go for the trip. For some reasons Uppa can't come with us :-(<br /><br />We'll be in Jakarta for 3 months, Insha Allah... We already informed the Jakarta Family about the visit and they are very happy about it ^_^ I got my passport, visa and ticket ready.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/sp3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/200/sp3.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/sp5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/200/sp5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">The preparation started since last week. Almost everyday Mama will take me out for shopping. Yes, Mama said that we will bring something for our family in Jakarta as gifts. So we will roaming in the town... go to one shop and then another shop... and another shop... and another shop....<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/sp4.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/200/sp4.0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Shopping is not that much interesting for me.... Because Mama take so many time only for choosing one saree... hehehe. While she's busy, I will play myself with dresses in the shop. If Uppa is with us, we will play hide &amp; seek. I will hide between the dresses... ^_^ and Uppa will find me...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Finally after so many days and energy we spent for going to many shops... now the purchasing program is finished... Thank God... hehehe. So Jakarta... here I come.... ^_^</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-113875857549508765?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899556.post-1138763997338314152006-01-29T08:45:00.000+05:302006-02-01T08:49:57.340+05:30Eggs<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/1600/IMG_0004.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/549/640/320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Put one whole egg inside my mouth...!</div><div align="center">Another egg in my hand ;-p<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899556-113876399733831415?l=nasha-nadeera.blogspot.com'/></div>Lisanoreply@blogger.com0