<?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-8291844205621476099</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:13:15.106+02:00</updated><category term='random images'/><category term='2nd pregnancy'/><category term='personal'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><category term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>..potret Senaz..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-932349572639978339</id><published>2008-11-20T05:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:39:34.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. an Update</title><content type='html'>Dear friends..&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know, that from now on I'll be blogging at my old blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://senaz.blogsome.com/"&gt;http://senaz.blogsome.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you, my fellow photographer bloggers, I'm sorry to tell you that my old blog is in Indonesian and you might not found as many pictures there as in this blog. I'm quite busy with my new live in Jakarta. Not to mention I am now in my second trimester of my pregnancy. So many things to do. And so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to contact me. Hope i'll be blogging here again. Well, not in the near future. Maybe when the baby has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a slideshow from my last trip to Athens. I know it's far too  late. But it's better than never right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?user_id=72958857@N00&amp;amp;tags=athena" scrolling="no" width="500" align="center" height="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-932349572639978339?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/932349572639978339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=932349572639978339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/932349572639978339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/932349572639978339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-update.html' title='Finally.. an Update'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-7909978145703116049</id><published>2008-07-11T20:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T12:49:05.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>We're Off To: ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally. Yes, finally. After having so much doubt whether we should leave for vacation or not, we finally made our minds to keep up with our plan. Go on vacation. Yes, think we need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons that contaminated our(me &amp;amp; hubby) heads for the last couple of days about this vacation thing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Zhavar, had a high fever and had been vomiting since Tuesday. In adition when he gets sick, he refuses to eat. High fever + vomiting + not eating = NOT GOOD. So we planned to cancel our trip. We wanted to make sure that Zhavar got better first. Coz for us (and many other parents alike), kids come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went to the GP. After examining Zhavar, he said that Zhavar had a viral infection. So we only had to give him paracetamol. Thankfully, today he's  better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Me, flying by plane. When we booked and bought the flight and accomodation of this trip, it was months before we knew that I got pregnant. After we found out I was pregnant,  we're really worried whether this trip could harm the foetus in any way, since my pregnancy is only 6 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to the GP and Obgyn. Asked them, they said it's okay. The obgyn said that the danger is higher for babies (especially newborns) compared to a foetus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Me, having nausea. This week has been hard for me. I got a really bad nausea. Nothing to describe more. I think you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's bad, but I think it is manageable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hubby, having high fever and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is a baby. He got the fever from Zhavar, lasted for two days. He said the sore throat is manageable, and will pack ibuprofen for the trip, just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2658490043/" title="athena by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/2658490043_9a21968e19_o.jpg" alt="athena" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, within a few hours, we will leave for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Athens&lt;/span&gt;..Hurray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-7909978145703116049?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7909978145703116049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=7909978145703116049&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7909978145703116049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7909978145703116049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-off-to.html' title='We&apos;re Off To: ......'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-4074603912501477445</id><published>2008-07-10T20:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:27:22.050+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>Zhavar in Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some of you who've been wondering what's up with Zhavar. He's doing great. his communicating skills has been boosting compared to  his  other skills.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a few pictures of Zhavar. My dearest boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His favourite hat. a bush hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2658489805/" title="z6 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3135/2658489805_5dec2ba929_o.jpg" alt="z6" height="555" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy with curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2658488821/" title="z7 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2054/2658488821_20e091380e_o.jpg" alt="z7" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2658489503/" title="z4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2658489503_301d8f4a6e_o.jpg" alt="z4" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to wear my sunglasses. The bigger the better ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2659316240/" title="z5 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3104/2659316240_c49e886e65_o.jpg" alt="z5" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing after taking a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2659315934/" title="z3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2659315934_9490f840ac_o.jpg" alt="z3" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2658488981/" title="z1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/2658488981_c017e91617_o.jpg" alt="z1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2659315790/" title="z2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2659315790_3f00399810_o.jpg" alt="z2" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-4074603912501477445?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4074603912501477445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=4074603912501477445&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4074603912501477445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4074603912501477445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/zhavar-in-action.html' title='Zhavar in Action'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-2637976922544990001</id><published>2008-07-03T18:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:38:36.501+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Craving #2: Mango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who doesn't like mango? I bet most people find this fruit as an exotic delicacy. Me, even while I'm not pregnant would love to indulge myself with it everyday. Which I haven't been always able to do everyday. Coz here, as a tropical fruit, mango is a luxurious treat. As in expensivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, being pregnant, I guess I can make an exception. Anyway, a little luxury wouldn't harm the baby-to-be. Right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633517697/" title="23 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/2633517697_bdeffd4a37_o.jpg" alt="23" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/8291844205621476099-2637976922544990001?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2637976922544990001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=2637976922544990001&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2637976922544990001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2637976922544990001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/craving-2-mango.html' title='Craving #2: Mango'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-690975459143886270</id><published>2008-07-02T17:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:59:49.819+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random images'/><title type='text'>Random Images {City Center}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love Groningen. Love the city. Love the buildings. Love the details.&lt;br /&gt;You just can't get enough taking pictures here. Literally anything would be a great object for my photography excercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633134295/" title="1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2633134295_bc4eff012d_o.jpg" alt="1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633134453/" title="2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2633134453_64b834a160_o.jpg" alt="2" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633134669/" title="3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2633134669_3dc830209f_o.jpg" alt="3" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633955252/" title="4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2633955252_754a7890b7_o.jpg" alt="4" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633134973/" title="5 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2633134973_59918040e1_o.jpg" alt="5" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633955536/" title="6 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/2633955536_aa3d986b42_o.jpg" alt="6" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633135293/" title="7 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2633135293_abec925622_o.jpg" alt="7" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633955834/" title="8 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/2633955834_f4d9d68782_o.jpg" alt="8" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633956100/" title="9 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2633956100_3ecfaa3fd2_o.jpg" alt="9" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633135845/" title="10 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3269/2633135845_f09b3ae83e_o.jpg" alt="10" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633135961/" title="11 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2633135961_7d18612d75_o.jpg" alt="11" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633136111/" title="12 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2633136111_4bf734f7d8_o.jpg" alt="12" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633956630/" title="13 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2633956630_405fd16cdd_o.jpg" alt="13" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633136453/" title="14 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/2633136453_a1647bd923_o.jpg" alt="14" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633136599/" title="15 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/2633136599_c3207176dd_o.jpg" alt="15" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633136833/" title="16 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3163/2633136833_9eabcbce4f_o.jpg" alt="16" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633136937/" title="17 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2633136937_a84258862e_o.jpg" alt="17" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633957434/" title="18 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3072/2633957434_ba4357e794_o.jpg" alt="18" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633957842/" title="21 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2633957842_84c26d64ca_o.jpg" alt="21" height="458" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it on our way back home. It's actually from my neighbour garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-690975459143886270?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/690975459143886270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=690975459143886270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/690975459143886270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/690975459143886270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-image-city-center.html' title='Random Images {City Center}'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1212609202415111054</id><published>2008-07-02T17:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:42:41.092+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd pregnancy'/><title type='text'>1st Prenatal Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning was very special for me. It was the very first time I can see my 2nd baby-to-be in my uterus. I was very excited. Eventhough waht I've saw was only a small black circle. According to my obgyn, it's about 4 weeks old. Yes, it's a little early for the 1st prenatal visit. But considering my history of miscarriage this would be a better way to be sure that everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked so many questiones by my obgyn about pregnancy symptomps that I've been experiencinf. Which to my surprise I haven't really having a bad nausea, vomiting, I hadn't even felt a little bit sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit lasted for about 10 minutes. We asked many questions while there. Some of the questions that cross our minds were whether travelling by plane would harm the foetus and should I get some blood test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the answers were just what we had been hoping to hear. So..All in all, the 1st visit was great. Nothing to be worried about. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I always write &amp;amp; keep everything(pictures of USG, etc) that's got to do with my pregnancies on my pregnancy diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a picture of the diaries(bottom: pregnant w/Zhavar..up: 2nd pregnancy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633137395/" title="pregnancy diaries by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3066/2633137395_f624d33f0f_o.jpg" alt="pregnancy diaries" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's a picture from the USG, that I've attached to the diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2633957586/" title="2nd pregnancy diary by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2633957586_01b67c53e8_o.jpg" alt="2nd pregnancy diary" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/8291844205621476099-1212609202415111054?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1212609202415111054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1212609202415111054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1212609202415111054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1212609202415111054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-prenatal-visit.html' title='1st Prenatal Visit'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-3282595976329289720</id><published>2008-07-02T12:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:15:45.734+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Craving #1: Petai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkia_speciosa"&gt;Petai&lt;/a&gt;. Never in my life I like it. I hate the smell of it. Oh yeah..it's really smelly. As a matter of fact, as smelly as it is, you can smell it on your pee after you eating it. Not to mention what it can do to one's breath. So the bottom line, it really does smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite of the smelliness, many Indonesians loooove to eat this thing. And now, I'm one of them. Well ok, it smells. But seriously, it's delicious. No wonder people crave for this food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those of you who like or want to eat this, just a quick suggestion. Brush your theeth or even wash your mouth with peppermint and eat a lot of menthol chewing gum, afterwards!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please..do your partner or whoever whom you'll interact soon a favor. Okay? K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2634338172/" title="24 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2634338172_c814bcffb8_o.jpg" alt="24" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-3282595976329289720?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3282595976329289720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=3282595976329289720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3282595976329289720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3282595976329289720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/07/craving-1-petai.html' title='Craving #1: Petai'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-3900761819130210984</id><published>2008-06-30T18:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:00:02.925+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random images'/><title type='text'>Random Images {City Center}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out to the city center with Zhavar to buy a pregnancy diary at the book store. I wasn't on top of my stamina(well, maybe it's a hormonal thing). I could only grab a few pictures on our way there. Which I regret later on, coz it was a nice sunny day and it wasn't as hectic as weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. The Netherlands. Famous of its flowers. No wonder there are so many street florist. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2627305303/" title="1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2627305303_988a1ae8bf_o.jpg" alt="1" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Bike. Bike. Bike. Oh, you'll see so many bikes here. But this one is a peculiar one. I love the front wooden basket with fake flowers all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2627305543/" title="2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3134/2627305543_74f4fcba4e_o.jpg" alt="2" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. They're really ordinary delivery motorbikes. I shot'em coz I love the bright yellow colour. I just thought that it would make a nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2628123308/" title="3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2628123308_af557bd2d0_o.jpg" alt="3" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were heading back home, hubby called and asked where we were at that time. And so, he caught up with us. Then together we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his father were there, Zhavar refused to sit on his stroller. So he walked all the way home. I've got a shot of this moment, he was holding hand with his daddy. Soooo cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2627306173/" title="z2 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2627306173_d885e8672f_o.jpg" alt="z2 copy" height="412" width="810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/8291844205621476099-3900761819130210984?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3900761819130210984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=3900761819130210984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3900761819130210984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3900761819130210984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-image-city-center.html' title='Random Images {City Center}'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1282473855284431625</id><published>2008-06-30T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:15:46.611+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>Zhavar in Action</title><content type='html'>He asked me to put his jacket on for him. After I zipped it up, he put one of his hand inside the pocket. And for several minutes didn't take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did he learn to do that? Oh so cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2627306001/" title="z4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2627306001_3aef433258_o.jpg" width="404" height="660" alt="z4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his eyelashes are longer than mine. I envy him ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2627305065/" title="4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2186/2627305065_eddea81e6d_o.jpg" width="812" height="412" alt="4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1282473855284431625?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1282473855284431625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1282473855284431625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1282473855284431625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1282473855284431625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/zhavar-in-action.html' title='Zhavar in Action'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1181301118064484484</id><published>2008-06-29T18:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:47:34.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A Little Help From Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember when I was pregnant with Zhavar, hubby helped me with cooking. Coz I had a bad nausea and it's caused by everything that's got to do with kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, eventhough I haven't felt sick yet. Yesterday, hubby offered to make &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sambal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal terasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Of course my reaction was... HURRAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;1st. His attempt was very sincere.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2nd. His &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sambal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is very delicious. Seriously! Who could resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks hubby.....Love ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2628534658/" title="cabe2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2628534658_80ab0663b0_o.jpg" alt="cabe2" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2628534460/" title="cabe1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2628534460_e89d152a6e_o.jpg" alt="cabe1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1181301118064484484?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1181301118064484484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1181301118064484484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1181301118064484484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1181301118064484484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-help-from-hubby.html' title='A Little Help From Hubby'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-8114320122621136119</id><published>2008-06-27T14:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:44:52.954+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Am I....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Me, for the last couple of days:&lt;br /&gt;1. Being very lazy &amp;amp; sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;Not sure whether it's because of the weather or it's just me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having random abdominal pain..&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I've been feeling a little pain in my stomach. It's the same feeling as when you're going to have ure period. I've had thoughts that's because I was hungry. But apparently after I eat, it still comes on &amp;amp; goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Appetite is increasing..&lt;br /&gt;Before going to bed, I've been feeling very hungry. So have been having a little snack before going to bed. Early morning, I mean reaaaally early as in 4 o'clock in the morning I feel an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Emotionally un-stabil, moody..&lt;br /&gt;When I see babies, I've been having an urge to pinch their cheeks.(which I didn't). And believe me, it's hard for me not to do that. Anyway, I've been a little sensitive too. Oh my.. Poor hubby. He's the only person that has to deal with my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. From here, are you getting anything? Any clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..and number 5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm late&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway..since I'm not a teaser &amp;amp; in this case can't wait to spread the good news, so here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;InshaAllah, we'll be getting another member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2615928462/" title="preg.test by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2615928462_31cb924fbb_o.jpg" width="608" height="458" alt="preg.test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-8114320122621136119?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8114320122621136119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=8114320122621136119&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8114320122621136119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8114320122621136119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/am-i.html' title='Am I....?'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-7344130787295668096</id><published>2008-06-26T14:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:43:31.191+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>Raising a Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I bought him crayons &amp;amp; a lot of drawing papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that wasn't enough for him. So, there he went. Drawing on the wall, his playpen, my desk and God knows where he'll be heading to next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2615100189/" title="wall by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2615100189_23fc7f12e4_o.jpg" alt="wall" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2615928336/" title="playpen by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2615928336_2aae081c20_o.jpg" alt="playpen" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-7344130787295668096?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7344130787295668096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=7344130787295668096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7344130787295668096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7344130787295668096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/raising-picasso.html' title='Raising a Picasso'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1273744545287839089</id><published>2008-06-24T20:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:34:22.401+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been wanting to have a picnic in our backyard like forever. Fortunately, it was bright and sunny, this morning. We ate our breakfast there while watching Zhavar playing with his ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was nice picnicking in your own yard. I wonder, why it took us 3 years to do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2607641675/" title="picnic1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2607641675_3fd924b64c_o.jpg" alt="picnic1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used sharpen unmask tool in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608549848/" title="picnic3 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2608549848_933215e0cd_o.jpg" alt="picnic3 copy" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is shoot straight out of the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1273744545287839089?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1273744545287839089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1273744545287839089&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1273744545287839089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1273744545287839089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-5531331803845947820</id><published>2008-06-23T20:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:35:03.706+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Zest For Baking {Mini Eclair}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We always end our dinner with dessert. We always do. Whether its' a cake, ice cream, pudding or just a fruit of salad. We always have something sweet.And most of the time we bought them. So when there's nothing for dessert, and we haven't got time to buy it, I must make it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the kitchen to making mini eclairs. Well, actually it was supposed to be BIG eclairs. But since I made the batter 1/2 of the recipe, I decided to bake the little version instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hubby said Yum-O. He, who doesn't like sweets. Remember?! So I took it with a big smile. Or should I say.. grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2607290263/" title="eclair1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3048/2607290263_66378d723b_o.jpg" alt="eclair1" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608120532/" title="eclair2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2608120532_30ef8ea960_o.jpg" alt="eclair2" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-5531331803845947820?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5531331803845947820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=5531331803845947820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/5531331803845947820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/5531331803845947820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/zest-for-baking-mini-eclair.html' title='Zest For Baking {Mini Eclair}'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-6272638536183486354</id><published>2008-06-23T19:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:35:15.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random images'/><title type='text'>Photos of Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was planning to take pictures on our way to Zhavar's school, this morning. Literally, anything that I'll see on the road would be my object victim. My primary intention is to get used to the camera. Get better in composition. Nailing the exposure. And finally..has the "it" eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my camera &amp;amp; my favorite lens. I wore my shootsac lens bag. And I also brought a lot of spirit with me. For me, the latter was the most important thing. Coz you've no idea, how difficult it's for me to just hunt for pictures. We've no relatives who live here, whom we could ask to babysit Zhavar fo a while. And Zhavar, who's 16 mo, isn't old enough to take care of himself. I wouldn't want to abandon him just to take some(good) pictures. I could, however, ask hubby to watch him. But that means, I should wait until he got home from the University, which is usually around 6 pm. And that's not a good timing, since it's almost dinner &amp;amp; Zhavar's bed time. Above all of that, as I mentioned in the previous post, I'm a full time mom who takes photography just as a hobby. I'm not going to make it a big deal for not regularly producing good pictures. I want to have fun with it. I want to learn it without any burden whatsoever. I want to make progress and still have time for my family(esp Zhavar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this morning didn't turn out just the way I planned it to be. Coz suddenly, on our way to Zhavar's school, it rained. I, myself, had to paddle quickly to arrive faster at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, when the school was over, around 12 o'clock, the rain stopped. So on our way home, I could take some random pictures. Just so you all know, I took all the pictures with only one hand. While the other hand was holding my bike, on which Zhavar sat on it. I couldn't risk parking the bike while Zhavar was on it. Or even to let Zhavar off the bike. You'll never know what could happen to him while I shoot.(wouldn't want to imagine it either). So I dragged the bike for the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2607288855/" title="spirit1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2607288855_30c5601a61_o.jpg" alt="spirit1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2607290083/" title="spirit7 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2607290083_7f3dc74f9f_o.jpg" alt="spirit7" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2607289655/" title="spirit5 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2607289655_1e0c82135e_o.jpg" alt="spirit5" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608119384/" title="spirit3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2608119384_6d01c6cf5b_o.jpg" alt="spirit3" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608119210/" title="spirit2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2608119210_d962d6c7af_o.jpg" alt="spirit2" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608119588/" title="spirit9 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2608119588_1a0e0da751_o.jpg" alt="spirit9" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608118776/" title="spirit4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2608118776_278e6926d3_o.jpg" alt="spirit4" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608119970/" title="spirit6 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2608119970_2abc5ea925_o.jpg" alt="spirit6" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2608120698/" title="spirit8 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2608120698_b981010d7a_o.jpg" alt="spirit8" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on the bike, while on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-6272638536183486354?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6272638536183486354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=6272638536183486354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/6272638536183486354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/6272638536183486354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/photos-of-today.html' title='Photos of Today'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-3946355566284227449</id><published>2008-06-22T17:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:35:28.208+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saturday Day-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was cloudy as ever. However, since it's weekend we need to go outside. What I meant by need is actually a must. Coz there's nothing left on the fridge. We've got to buy milk, eggs, bread, cheese, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we went in the afternoon to the city center. First stop was the book store. Hubby needed something for his disertation. Second stop, the parfume store. I needed to buy gifts for my friends, which apparently I didn't find it there. Next stop, was V&amp;amp;D(one of the largest depart.store here). Thankfully I found the perfect gifts for my friends there. After that, the 3 of us hung-out just for awhile in the cafe at this depart.store. As any normal woman would've done, while heading to the cafe, looked for and found items for SALE. I saw these cute form SALE(buy one, get one free) chocolates. And it's from Belgium. I love Belgian chocolate. So I bought one box(get 2 boxes ofcourse). After paying it,  I hastily opened it &amp;amp; took a bite. Oh soooo delicious. It was like eating Pringles but made of chocolate. You can't stop consuming it. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2601186561/" title="choc1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2601186561_3a71fab082_o.jpg" alt="choc1" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2602013520/" title="choc3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2602013520_90e2eeddf2_o.jpg" alt="choc3" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last stop was the supermarket. We went there only for a couple of minutes. Coz I already made a list of "Things to buy". So it was a quick stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went home. Have a little football game in the backyard. Zhavar had a blast. And so did we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2602013968/" title="sabtu1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2602013968_762eecc459_o.jpg" alt="sabtu1" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2601186035/" title="sabtu2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2601186035_c841711901_o.jpg" alt="sabtu2" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby took the 2nd shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2601186203/" title="sabtu3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3150/2601186203_3b599e7f53_o.jpg" alt="sabtu3" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-3946355566284227449?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3946355566284227449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=3946355566284227449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3946355566284227449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3946355566284227449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-day-out.html' title='Saturday Day-Out'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-4841125166317655007</id><published>2008-06-22T16:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:35:50.329+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Don't Forget To(always) Bring It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's a note to me, from hubby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't ever forget your camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just bring it! Eventhough you might not take picture for the whole day. It will eventually become a habbit and it will be handy when there's something need to be captured. And the most important thing is practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks hubby, for always reminding me. I constantly need some push now &amp;amp; then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2602013226/" title="kamera by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2602013226_8f76bc2bcc_o.jpg" alt="kamera" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-4841125166317655007?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4841125166317655007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=4841125166317655007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4841125166317655007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4841125166317655007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-forget-toalways-bring-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget To(always) Bring It!'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-4611534183132858279</id><published>2008-06-22T15:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:36:57.714+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What's For Breakfast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"How can people here eat a lot of bread? How can they only eat bread and feel enough? Is bread delicious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were questions that arises as an Indonesian, who eat rice everyday(just like normal Indonesian do), about 4 years ago. This questions didn't pop out at the very first time I placed my feet in The Netherlands. It popped out when I first lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very amazed to see people eat bread everyday, 3 times a day. I mean, literally they ate bread at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not that I found it weird or something. Coz really, I do know that western people eat bread. I do know that it's their main source for carbohydrate. What I didn't understand is, does it satisfy them? Or, have it never bored them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those questions lingered in my head for quite some time. Till 2 years ago, when I was pregnant with Zhavar, as you all might know that pregnant women(some of them) desires certain food. For me, it was Indonesian food. But since there's only a few Indonesian Restaurants here &amp;amp; none of them provide the cuisine that I wanted, so basiccally I couldn't satisfy my longing. And hubby, didn't lose his wit. Better went home with something then nothing, he thought he bought me a complete sandwich. And that's because: first, it was healthy. Second, that's the only food that he could easily find in the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without any hesitation I ate it. Coz I was usually desperately hungry at that time. And BAM! Since then, I had this huge lust for eating bread. Seriously, it was uncontrollable. I woke every midnight just to have some bread. At lunch time,    I only want to eat bread from the bakery near hubby's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there you have it. I was becoming one of them, who eat bread everyday, 3x a day. As time goes by, my desire for bread waned. Now, I'm a mix of both east &amp;amp; west. I eat bread for breakfast. The rest(lunch &amp;amp; dinner) are rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's for breakfast today?. It's definitely NOT rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2601186383/" title="bread by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2601186383_4a010bebb1_o.jpg" alt="bread" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread + coffee (in our fave mugs) = yummy breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-4611534183132858279?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4611534183132858279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=4611534183132858279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4611534183132858279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/4611534183132858279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-for-breakfast.html' title='What&apos;s For Breakfast?'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-8692153834161591871</id><published>2008-06-20T19:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:37:11.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sweet Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've an addiction to sweets. I think it's inherited from my father's side. Or maybe from my mother? Well, maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, both, are Javanese. It's really not a secret that we, Javanese, love sweet food. It can be seen from our cuisine that tastes(most of them) sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. Hubby comes from Sumatra(another island in Indonesia). He doesn't like sweet food. Well, not that he hate it. It just that he's not really into it. If he has to choose two different kind of food, sweet or salty, he'll definitely choose the latter. However, if there's nothing left except sweet food. He'll eat it without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Zhavar? Who he resembles? Oh yeah. He's as sweet tooth as I am. Not very proud of it. Coz it's not a good thing. But I try to limit his sweet toothness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is a picture of him eating &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stroopwafel"&gt;stroopwafel&lt;/a&gt;. And it's undoubtedly very sweet. Oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2595322343/" title="stroopwafel by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2595322343_396dca86f1_o.jpg" alt="stroopwafel" height="458" width="543" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-8692153834161591871?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8692153834161591871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=8692153834161591871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8692153834161591871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8692153834161591871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-tooth.html' title='Sweet Tooth'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-9174670497560986643</id><published>2008-06-19T18:46:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:37:28.991+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Something For Our Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This must be our lucky day. After hunting sandals for the whole week, last week, in the city center and came home with nothing. Today or to be precise tonight we went to the shoe stores near our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally found the specific sandals that we've been looking for. It can be worn in hot weather, the soles are flexible/elastic, with velcro strap to adjust the thightness for each foot, for hiking, and last but not least it must be comfortable for long wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without any second thought, we bought them. Yes, it turned out hubby want one too :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about luck. They were on SALE. It was far cheaper than the stores in the city center. Can't wait to wear them on summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2595823384/" title="sandal2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/2595823384_82582c84d9_o.jpg" alt="sandal2" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2594989197/" title="sandal1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2594989197_5f45a12079_o.jpg" alt="sandal1" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hubby's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-9174670497560986643?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9174670497560986643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=9174670497560986643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/9174670497560986643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/9174670497560986643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-for-our-feet.html' title='Something For Our Feet'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-2523081160296765569</id><published>2008-06-19T18:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:39:21.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have I mentioned that for the last few days, it's all been cloudy and rainy here? And today from morning till afternoon it rained hard. As per usual, I couldn't help not to yawn the entire day. I always get very sleepy when it rains. The sound of the drizzle somehow slows down my adrenaline. In other words, it's sooths me. The greyish and cloudy sky make me think that it's already night. To me, it's like my surrounding is tlelling me that it's time to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, I felt very lazy because of my sleepiness. Instead of doing my chores, I just sat on the sofa, yawning, while watching the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the middle of my almost-dreaming-state, our bell rang. And guess what? It was the postman with the package that I've been waiting for. All of the sudden, I felt wide awake. It was like I was recharged or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So there I was. The whole evening playing with my new toy. Oh, It's so worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2594989003/" title="box by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2594989003_98b79090c0_o.jpg" alt="box" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhavar's playing with the already-opened box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-2523081160296765569?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2523081160296765569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=2523081160296765569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2523081160296765569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2523081160296765569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1817799824244317710</id><published>2008-06-18T22:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:39:36.864+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>A Book Worm Is In The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, this is the first time in my whole life I see a toddler who very much loves to be read to. I'm talking about my son, Zhavar. Not once that he spent a day without asking us to read him books. Most of the times, with his gestures he asks me or his father to read him some books. And at other times, when me &amp;amp; hubby are busy, he reads the books by himself. Well, maybe not really reading. But he's enjoying every pictures on the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could cost us at least 20 minutes to read him books. That's because Zhavar's an active learner. After we read him a book(or some), he always asks or makes a review for himself. He would ask about every pictures that are on the book. And then he would seem to try to remember or orally imitate on our answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhavar's reading activity is becoming a habit for him. It's in his must-do list. We(me&amp;amp;hubby) have never pushed him in anyway to be read books. The only thing that we do is read him a book every night since he was born. And we always do that because we see that books soothed him. So we continue doing the bed time routine until he was about 11 months or so. At that age, his reading time expanded beyond bed time routine. It became one of his main activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of him. And knowing what Zhavar's interest are, I constantly buy him books, whenever I see/cross a bookstore. Now, he got his own library, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2590370313/" title="bookworm by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/2590370313_b4a26c8470_o.jpg" alt="bookworm" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a few of his favourite books)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1817799824244317710?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1817799824244317710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1817799824244317710&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1817799824244317710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1817799824244317710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/book-worm-is-in-house.html' title='A Book Worm Is In The House'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-9094751132498724311</id><published>2008-06-17T15:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:54:17.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Unexpected Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week, I bought something from Ebay. Based on the information from the seller, it should arrived this week. So since Monday, I've been waiting for the package arrive at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This afternoon, while I was browsing on the internet, our bell rang. SInce we didn;t have any appointments with anyone, I thought that must be the mail man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me, who was still in front of the computer asked hubby to see who it was. And yes. That's the mail man. I was so excited and couldn't wait for hubby to come back with a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I waited almost 10 minutes. But hubby still haven't showed up. So I shouted(in a very nice voice) "Was it the mail man, hon?" "Yes." "Did he deliver any package?" "Yes." "Why don't you come here with the package?" I was very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And within a minute, he showed up wearing a green army boonie hat on his head, with an all smile face. I was going to laugh, but still kept it cool. (Seriously, you might also find it funny if you see his face at that time). Then I went, "Where did you get that?" "From the package that was delivered by the mail man.", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was a little bit dissappointed with the fact that the package wasn't for me. So I continued browsing on the internet. When suddenly hubby put something on my head. I immediately took it off and said "What?". "That's for you," said hubby. OMG. He bought the same hat for me. And he also had already bought a boonie hat for Zhavar. So the 3 of us, now have the same hat. Green army boonie hats. It looks silly actually. I laughed for about 5 minutes non-stop. But wait till you see us wearing those hats for their intended use(maybe next month). It goes from silly to cool ;p. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;note: I'm still waiting for the other package that hasn't arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's a picture of us wearing the hats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2590267980/" title="boonie hat by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2590267980_8b97e8bc4b_o.jpg" alt="boonie hat" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we look hilariously funny with those hats??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-9094751132498724311?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9094751132498724311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=9094751132498724311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/9094751132498724311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/9094751132498724311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-package.html' title='The Unexpected Package'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-8029883992128587003</id><published>2008-06-16T18:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:54:43.234+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week, Zhavar skipped school the entire week. It's not because he didn't want to go to school. On the contrary, he loves school. It's the place he can play with a lot of toys. Being read a lot of books. Running. Screaming. Playing with other children. Etc. It's his do-whatever-I-want place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing is, I was too lazy to bike him there last week. (Oh shame on me). The weather last week wasn't to friendly. It was always cloudy and  a little bit rainy. So I thought it's best for us not to go outside(in support of my lazyness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, if you live in The Netherlands, especially Groningen, you can;t really count on the weather. Coz eventhough it's summer, there's no guarantee that the sun will shine everyday. When it does, it may not shine the whole day. So the whole last week, Zhavar just played inside the house. Poor him. I think he's a little bit frustrated about that. Since our apartment(as many other apartments in The Netherlands) is small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this morning, I decided to took Zhavar to his school. And he's very delighted knowing that we're heading to school. He really enjoying his 3 hours time at school. And by the time we went home, he's all sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After 1,5 hours of sleep, he woke up from his nap. And we, the 3 of us, headed to the city center to have some lunch. We ate in Wagamama. The only noodle speciality restaurant in Groningen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And we spent the rest of the afternoon hunting sandals for me. What for? For our on coming trip. Yey! Summer vacation is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2588230656/" title="wagamama4 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2588230656_e7523c4be4_o.jpg" alt="wagamama4" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zhavar's playing with his chopsticks while waiting for his food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2587395923/" title="wagamama3 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2587395923_a4c91f052a_o.jpg" alt="wagamama3" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2587395757/" title="wagamama2 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3025/2587395757_aa6c14d43b_o.jpg" alt="wagamama2" height="660" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2588230272/" title="wagamama1 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2588230272_6311cff062_o.jpg" alt="wagamama1" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(pictures taken at Wagamama Restaurant in Groningen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-8029883992128587003?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8029883992128587003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=8029883992128587003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8029883992128587003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/8029883992128587003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-391740744866012297</id><published>2008-06-15T17:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:54:07.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>16 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, Zhavar is 16 months old. It's amazing watching him grow everyday. I never realize how fast the growth of a child is until I have one. It seems not long ago he was just a baby. Now, he's already a toddler. He's becoming more independent. There are many things that he has achieved at this age. Out of all his developments, one thing that I notice that I fell should emphasize is his communicating skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eventhough at this time, he can only say a few words(3 clear words to be precise), we actually(most of the time) can communicate well with each other. He understands simple instructions, like: "Please, close the door!" or "Please, put that garbage(small one ofcourse) to the litter bin!" etc. Also, he can tell us what he wants by using the baby sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; hubby had have been into the baby sign thing since the day ZHavar's born. But little did we know that it would actually work. We couldn't be more happy with his development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's this month highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-understand simple instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-words: gajah(jajah), traktor(takton), nenen(nana), kupu2(pupu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-sign language: bicycle(tangan genjot), car(brem2), bird(tangan buka nutup), dog(guk2), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-point out: hair, clock, book, tv. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday I bought a cake from the supermarket. So today would be an appropriate time to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Happy 16th Monthsday my dearest Zhavar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; note: we never celebrate birthdays or monthsday or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Here's a picture of hubby acting surprised plus drooling over the cake. See how ridiculous he looked ;p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2587395459/" title="16bln by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/2587395459_fb52a92618_o.jpg" alt="16bln" height="458" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-391740744866012297?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/391740744866012297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=391740744866012297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/391740744866012297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/391740744866012297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/16-months.html' title='16 Months'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-3757989302345499963</id><published>2008-06-14T22:40:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:53:54.264+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Shootsac Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm..Let's see.. I guess everybody already know this bag. Or maybe not everybody. But definitely people who love photography(especially professional ones) do know about this bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What could I say. As a beginner, a reaalllly beginner in this field, I fell in love with this bag the very first time I saw it on their website. I just love the design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I love this bag, coz I can swap lenses easily. This bag has 6 pockets(3 fronts &amp;amp; 3 backs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aaand ofcourse it doesn't look like any other camera bags. Well actual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ly this isn't a camera bag either. It's a lens bag(eventhough I can put my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; without the lens attached to it on one of the pocket).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But who cares. I don't really need a camera bag either. Coz I don't travel much. And I'm a full time mom. Photography is really just a hobby for me. At least until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, I just realize  that taking photography as a hobby is something that I must seriously commit to. I mean, even as a hobby I must make progress as the time goes by. Photography isn't a cheap hobby. We've sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ved money and spent it on lenses, camera body, tripod, etc. For us, it's a serious thing. I don't want to be like girls who buy cars only to have it buried in the garage, coz they can't drive well. So, as far as I know, everything that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; got to do with photography seems to be painfully expensive. Including tha Shootsac bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that I've been longing to have it. Phuhh, not to mention the delivery cost to Europe :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyhow, I'm very fortunate. (Really I am). My hubby is willing to buy me one of those bag. I couldn't thank him more. He's very supportive for whatever I do. And as long as we can afford it, he'll get along. Oh, I love him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWB2p3dHWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/65oVTwwtVoM/s1600-h/ss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWB2p3dHWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/65oVTwwtVoM/s400/ss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212214919702584674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(this is the package that I've been waiting for--thank you &lt;a href="http://auliasyakhroza.blogsome.com/"&gt;Aulia&lt;/a&gt;, my dearest cousin, who has helped me with the ordering &amp;amp; shipping of this bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWCINSVhWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pa9DCJjQvWA/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWCINSVhWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pa9DCJjQvWA/s400/ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212215221268350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the basic Shootsac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWCOCtHOCI/AAAAAAAAABE/daEiHAhPIRI/s1600-h/ss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWCOCtHOCI/AAAAAAAAABE/daEiHAhPIRI/s400/ss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212215321507084322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I also bought True Colors Shootsac Cover in Cowboy..Yeehaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-3757989302345499963?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3757989302345499963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=3757989302345499963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3757989302345499963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3757989302345499963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/shootsac-bag.html' title='Shootsac Bag'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQf7U_U78dI/SFWB2p3dHWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/65oVTwwtVoM/s72-c/ss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-3250524835301893802</id><published>2008-06-13T13:39:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:53:42.146+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Shooting Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two days ago, I had a lot of fun taking pictures of two of my friends. We actually had planned this a week ago. Unfortunately, there had always been something that came up. So the plan was off everytimes. And instead of taking pictures, we ended up just hanging out in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since it's already summer and the weather is very nice to take pictures in, we planned another photo shoot session(haha, i love the words 'photo shoot session'. As if I'm a real profesional photographer ;0). It was two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather wasn't really that good. It was cloudy, windy, cold and there were times when rained hard that day. Oh, whatever happened to summer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, thankfully when we went to the park to take pictures the rain stopped. But still, it was cloudy and cold. I've got to give two tumbs up for my friends for not wearing their jackets during photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I introduce you to my (other) friends: mba Nisa &amp;amp; mba Yeni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575430482/" title="ps4 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2575430482_e70d8b6015_o.jpg" alt="ps4 copy" height="722" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mba Nisa. The friendliest person I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575536540/" title="ps1 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2575536540_5e1b6717bf_o.jpg" alt="ps1 copy" height="457" width="847" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she beautiful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575536700/" title="ps2 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2575536700_54d0293e75_o.jpg" alt="ps2 copy" height="461" width="838" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little fun posing with Zhavar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575541954/" title="ps6 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2575541954_27e9bc17f1_o.jpg" alt="ps6 copy" height="461" width="847" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575430382/" title="ps3 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2575430382_54a37c5a71_o.jpg" alt="ps3 copy" height="746" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mba Yeni. A newly wed who's so kind and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2574606409/" title="ps8 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/2574606409_3d38d6ff37_o.jpg" alt="ps8 copy" height="581" width="712" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2574606561/" title="ps9 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2574606561_87c65034b7_o.jpg" alt="ps9 copy" height="590" width="712" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575430968/" title="ps7 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2575430968_ea330f00cb_o.jpg" alt="ps7 copy" height="582" width="717" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2574607137/" title="ps13 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/2574607137_69db4b8ce7_o.jpg" alt="ps13 copy" height="504" width="670" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2574607033/" title="ps12 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2574607033_28fa4d8491_o.jpg" alt="ps12 copy" height="494" width="672" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2574606899/" title="ps11 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/2574606899_0a090311f8_o.jpg" alt="ps11 copy" height="587" width="715" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575431490/" title="ps10 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2575431490_9953302509_o.jpg" alt="ps10 copy" height="589" width="710" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget posing together. Well, except me :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575429874/" title="ps16 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3060/2575429874_e0353c67d5_o.jpg" alt="ps16 copy" height="490" width="674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhavar as always looks having ridiculous fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575432040/" title="ps14 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2575432040_1eca8c3664_o.jpg" alt="ps14 copy" height="726" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, ME! mba Nisa took this picture. Me &amp;amp; my cowboy shootsac bag. Yippiie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2575432196/" title="ps15 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3007/2575432196_c669de0b08_o.jpg" alt="ps15 copy" height="728" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-3250524835301893802?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3250524835301893802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=3250524835301893802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3250524835301893802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/3250524835301893802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-days-ago-i-had-lot-of-fun-taking.html' title='Shooting Friends'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-5781552887606217937</id><published>2008-06-08T20:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:53:08.921+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>The Battle Before Going to Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not a real battle. It's not a game either. It's just one of those phases that we're(me &amp;amp; hubby) dealing with right now. Well, Zhavar(16 mo), our son, is having trouble to go to sleep since about one week ago. Somehow he's just been refusing to close his eyes. Even just for a minute. So when he gets tired and it's already past his bed time, he gets very restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; hubby have tried several metods. And none of them seemed to be working. I've read on the babycenter.com, that this is a very normal and common problem for a child at this age. I was kind of relieved after reading it. But still have been wondering as to what we could do to overcome this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As first time parents, we're very challenged by this. And have been keeping on trying new methods,that we can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So days goes by. And yesterday was good news. I was able to make him sleep in 45 minutes. Which, otherwise would usually take about 1 hour or so. Boy, I'm so glad about the improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And today, he's fallen asleep after just 5 minutes or so. I guess it's because today he played quite alot and got him exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, the bottom line there's an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See. Take a look how peaceful he looks while asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2562111630/" title="tidur copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/2562111630_0ee7099d82_o.jpg" alt="tidur copy" height="486" width="672" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-5781552887606217937?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5781552887606217937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=5781552887606217937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/5781552887606217937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/5781552887606217937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/battle-before-going-to-bed.html' title='The Battle Before Going to Bed'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1882319081826654670</id><published>2008-06-04T13:28:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:52:51.631+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A beautiful 22 years old woman. Just graduated from Univ.Queensland, Brisbane, Australia. Being the youngest daughter makes her very much attached to her parents and sisters. No. She's not a spoiled girl. On the contrary, she's very independent. She's a person who likes to take care of other people. Not the other way around. Behind her childish appearance, she's actually wise for her age. I wouldn't be surprised if her friends like to share their joy and tear with her. She is a very friendly and kind person. She has a whole lot of best friends from elementary school to the university who love her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yudhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A handsome 32 years old man. Working as an assistant vice president in one of the prestigious banks in Jakarta. The oldest son of his family. A kind, polite and respectful man. Not to forget his intelligence. And he's very much a family man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These two people met for the first time at her house. He was companying his mom visiting one of her friends. Which actually is Sansa's mom. At that very first sight, he knew that he wanted her in his life. She, on the other hand didn't even seem to care about that. Until several days after that day, they kept in touch by phone and sms. And finally, he acquired the key to her heart. Love, care, support and respect has filled their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just about 6 months of their so called dating, they decided to get married. Their love story continues. The love kept growing &amp;amp; letting stronger. Their life couldn't be more perfect. She got a job on a prestigious newspaper in Jakarta. And he was just won the employee of the year Award that was held in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2551099852/" title="prewed 2(2) copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2551099852_412a51e93b_o.jpg" alt="prewed 2(2) copy" height="623" width="778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;(aren't they a lovely couple?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These two love birds are crazy of each other. I was so thrilled to hear when se got pregnant one month after they'd got married. They both would make great parents. A baby would be very lucky to have them as his/her mom &amp;amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately, it was 2 days ago when I heard the news that she had a miscarriage. She was really devastated. Both of them. She cried on the phone. I, too, couldn't help not to cry also.  I was really shocked &amp;amp; sad when I heard it. It seemed that everything was fine with her &amp;amp; her pregnancy. But you never know what God wills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To my sister, Sansa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope you'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and keep being grateful for what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"So truly with hardship comes ease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Truly with hardship comes ease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Al-Inshiraah :5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love you very much. And can't wait to see you. See your smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*mba Senaz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1882319081826654670?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1882319081826654670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1882319081826654670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1882319081826654670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1882319081826654670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-2517916227792151439</id><published>2008-06-03T13:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:51:30.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zhavar'/><title type='text'>Dirty Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't help not to post this picture. It truly depicts Zhavar's yesterday activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhavar has actually been a bit ill since 2 days ago. He has been having cold and fever. But it doesn't seem to be  affecting his activity much. As always, he never stopped or even reduce his activities such as playing, running, reading, shouting, etc. And yesterday, he asked me to play outside with him. It was sunny. Really sunny. It's quite a good weather actually. So for me it was ok for him to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by me, we played on our backyard. He was really excited with the out-door activity. He touched and played with everything that he had never seen before. He's very curious. And I hate to say "Stop!" "Don't do that!" "Don't touch that!". So he got dirty. Not to mention  goo running down from his nostrils while he was at it. And I went... 'Oh my..'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go. See it for your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2548280288/" title="z1 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2548280288_bfb5803009_o.jpg" alt="z1 copy" height="711" width="445" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-2517916227792151439?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2517916227792151439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=2517916227792151439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2517916227792151439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/2517916227792151439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirty-boy.html' title='Dirty Boy'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-1563519284567657868</id><published>2008-05-31T22:09:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:51:18.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend - To The Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aaah, finally it's Saturday. Even though I do not working, I still think weekends are the best days. At weekends, we usually spent hours in bed. Oh yes, my son sometimes still sleep with us on the same bed. And then wake up very late. For us, one of  the indulgence of weekends is by being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately, it didn't happen this morning. Coz Zhavar woke up very early and wanted to play outside. Usually hubby is the one who takes Zhavar to the playground on weekends. But today, he still has a lot of work to be finish. So after having breakfast, doing this and that, me &amp;amp; Zhavar went to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the park, it's just the two of us there. Well, no wonder coz it's still quite early for weekends(around 9 am). But a little later on, came a father and son. And couple of minutes after that came other fathers and daughters/sons. Until the playground was full with fathers and their children. Except me! I was the only mom there. That was what amaze me. Dutch people somehow can still manage to play with their kids. From Monday till Friday are working days for daddys. So weekends are daddys-son/daughter time. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here are a few images of Zhavar playing in the Playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2539207119/" title="bs1 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2539207119_6018410021_o.jpg" alt="bs1 copy" height="755" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhavar was really having a good time there. We even made a scene on the spot. Zhavar cried when I put him in his stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2540029810/" title="bs4 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2187/2540029810_837aed9a9f_o.jpg" alt="bs4 copy" height="610" width="864" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his favourite toy. Any toys that have tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2539207477/" title="bs3 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2539207477_922fff9237_o.jpg" alt="bs3 copy" height="753" width="498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. He can be tired too. So off he went to the bench. Not forgetting his sippy cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2541096624/" title="bs2 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2541096624_217e76d4ef_o.jpg" alt="bs2 copy" height="530" width="882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! It's quiet sunny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2540029250/" title="bs5 copy by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/2540029250_f9a93990ab_o.jpg" alt="bs5 copy" height="756" width="532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-1563519284567657868?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1563519284567657868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=1563519284567657868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1563519284567657868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/1563519284567657868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-to-playground.html' title='Weekend - To The Playground'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291844205621476099.post-7368144869556089517</id><published>2008-05-31T18:42:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:51:05.418+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Old Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is my first posting in my new, fresh from the oven blogger template. Whilst it's new, now I'll be talking about my &lt;a href="http://senaz.blogsome.com/"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/indra-senaz/2538723619/" title="ScreenShot001 by indra.muliawan, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2538723619_e1eac9b50c.jpg" alt="ScreenShot001" height="310" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 2 years ago when I decided to start blogging. The one and only reason was because I want to write my expriences, emotions, happiness, excitement and all of my thoughts during my pregnancy. Well, you can say that the old blog was basically my online dairy. It's everything that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After my baby was born, not only that I wrote about the development of my baby boy, I also took some pictures of him or us(me, hubby &amp;amp; Zhavar). What I meant by some is actually A LOT. I'd been carrying around my point &amp;amp; shoot Samsung digital camera, every where I go. So I was ready to shoot whenever there were moment need to be captured. I was having fun doing it, without even realise that there's an artistic way to do it. They call it photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of weeks ago, I finally made up my mind NOT only just to take pictures but ALSO take good ones. Fortunately, my hubby gave me his DSLR camera. Which cost my desire learning photography to grow more and more. It's not a new camera. He bought it, 3 years ago, from a second hand market. However, I'm really glad that I finally have my own DSLR. I constantly take pictures everyday. Yes, you heard me right. Everyday. Though most of the pictures are not good. It's whether over or under exposure, not focused, shaky, bad composition, etc. You name it. But hey, I'm still learning. And for that reason I've moved my blogging activity here. Blogger. I need a new space, environment, template and also user friendly blog services.  And I've found it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;a href="http://senaz.blogsome.com/"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;. But I think this new blog is just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;I want to post not only my daily life but also my trial &amp;amp; error photographs.&lt;br /&gt;I want this blog to grow along with the growth of my son and my photography skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291844205621476099-7368144869556089517?l=potretsenaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7368144869556089517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291844205621476099&amp;postID=7368144869556089517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7368144869556089517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291844205621476099/posts/default/7368144869556089517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://potretsenaz.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sweet-old-blog.html' title='My Sweet Old Blog'/><author><name>Hi! My name's Senaz..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03037400438017458216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3167/2538723619_e1eac9b50c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
