Ya Allah

....Ya Allah

....Sekiranya dia adalah suami pilihan Mu diArash
....berilah aku kekuatan dan keyakinan untuk terus bersamanya.

....Sekiranya dia adalah suami yang akan membimbing tanganku dititianMu
....kurniakanlah aku sifat kasih dan redha atas segala perbuatannya

....Sekiranya dia adalah bidadara untuk ku di Jannah Mu
....limpahkanlah aku dengan sifat tunduk dan tawaduk akan segala perintahnya

....Sekiranya dia adalah yang terbaik untukku di DuniaMu
....peliharalah tingkah laku serta kata-kataku dari menyakiti perasaannya

....Sekiranya dia adalah jodoh yang dirahmati olehMu
....berilah aku kesabaran untuk menghadapi segala kerenah dan ragamnya

....Amin

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Happenings in December/January/February

Fuhh...fuhh..blow away all the spider webs in this blog. Hehe..been too preoccupied lately. 

What with the surprising news from my niece Dora.. springing a surprise that she has found a soul mate and his parents were coming up to 'meet-the-bakal-besan'. Rushed down to malacca. They then set the date of the engagement (tho' frankly me and anne would be happier if they just got married). 1st date chosen was 15 january, then the mil-to-be called up and asked if they cud bring the date forward to 15 december. Almost had a relapse there! Then it was set to be the day before Dora fly back to Adelaide. Did my usual stuff of preparing the hantaran..all 7 dulangs of it, in silver, black and white. It all went well on the day. Alhamdulillah..


Meanwhile, I took up the government offer of RM500. I qualified. Got Faiz to download the necessary forms. Submitted the completed form to LHDN. And the wait begins.


Few days ago, I received the letter asking me to collect the voucher at a school nearby. Letter stated, collection time is between 2-6pm on Sunday. So just before 2pm, I asked my son to send me there as I suspect that parking will be troublesome. Walked the 100meters to the school hall. Many others were all heading in the same direction. As I approached the main gate, the security guard manning the gate was grumbling as some people insist on parking in the school grounds, and they were not ferrying disabled or old people. 


Joined the others who were queuing at the entrance of the hall. About 20 people were allowed in each time. The old and invalids (on wheelchairs or with walking aids) were allowed to walk right in. Now the confusion begins as soon as we stepped inside the hall. There was utter chaos as there was no clear instruction as to where we are supposed to go next. There was a band of Puteri Um*no and several Wani*ta Um*no were around to assist us, but they were just as confused. I showed my letter to one of the P-Um*no. She in turn, asked another more senior P-Um*no and I was told to register at Table 9. Almost everyone was asked to queue at Table 9! Step-by-step, I neared the table. Finally I was there in front of the SYT. Handed her my letter. Nope, she couldn't find my name in her list. She passed my letter to her colleague (Table 8 - no one was in her queue. Strange!). They asked me to take a seat first while they sort out my problem (my name wasn't in any of the list).


Finally after the letter got passed from one person to another, they figured out what was the problem. They quote "masaalah teknikal". I was supposed to come in the morning. Ya lahh.. my name starts with "I" after all. (After session starts with "N"). Haish.. I was made to sit in another corner, while the P-Um*no retrieve my voucher for me. (Yeaaa...I don't have to queue to register and then further wait for my number to be called to get the voucher.) They handed me the voucher and told me (unfortunately) I have to cash it at the bank the next day. Fine by me!

Walked out of the hall and called Faiz. He was parked nearby and off I went to the car.


So tomorrow I would have to go to the bank and comfortably cash the voucher.
 

My Jantung Hati

This is my eldest grand daughter FATIN. She's 3 years old last september. Typically a girl! See a camera, strike a pose!

This is my second grand daughter, FARAH. She turned 2 months, last Dec, 12. Not much hair grown yet, since her shave, cleverly covered by the flower head band.

Kakak Fatin loves Adik Farah.

My Prayers

Dear GOD, 
Please..Oh please..


My prayer for 2012 is for a FAT bank account and a THIN body.


Please don't mix these up like you did this year!

hahahahah...

Memories...

As I was driving, heard a message coming in, on my green phone. Its either the banks or my sister. She is on the blue telco, so it is easier to call or send message to me on my green phone, which is on the blue telco too. Anyway, parked my car in the driveway before I read her message...
"In a sentence, which is object and which is subject?" 
My first reaction was, "Huh??"


Okay, suspects that it is related to Afnan's homework. We speak english but we don't care much about the rules. Quickly turned on the laptop and googled the information. I had better get the correct information before I embarrass myself in front of Afnan.


Simply said, "the subject is the person/thing doing the action", whilst "the object is the person/thing receiving or affected by the action". The verb will be the action.


Armed with that information, I returned her call. It turned out that she was doing HER 'arab' homework while waiting for her car to be serviced. Hahaha.. Afnan jugak yang kena!


This brought back memories of teaching english to adults. 

22 July 2011

As usual these days, Faiz woke me up just before he leaves for work. I will trail after him and turn off all lights before I crawl back into bed and watched "Criminal Minds" on the laptop. Doze off and before I will only wake up when KA gets up. The doter is really serious about catching up on lost sleep while in college. 


Since it is almost too late for breakfast, I decided to pop into Z&I for a very early lunch (or so i thought!). There was a group of 'datins' already there getting packed lunch. I ordered nasi beriyani gam while KA asked for pecal and mee hoon. Somehow, the beriyani did not 'hit' me as the nasi hanith at Saba'.


Went home and pestered Faizal into sending Faiz's motorbike to SQ for repairs. Since it was already lunch time, no one was there to assist us. So Faizal went back while KA and I decided to continue into Nilai3. All KA wants for Hari Raya, is a kurung top to match the leopard design skirt that Kak Long gave her.


Went straight to our usual shop, toured the plain material section and finally decided on a matching piece. Luckily KA had the fore-sight to bring the skirt. After paying for the material, we crossed over to the other side of the road and straight into our favorite 'cotton-dress shop'. Hmm..not much selection yet. I guess they are waiting for next month when there will be a bigger exodus. Passed by the 'asam-titbit' shop. Bought KA some titbits. After that I went into another of my favorite shop to get some house coats and a dress for my little princess. 


Thought of going straight to Ani's house to send the material for tailoring but the weather was too hot and I was starting to feel tired. Got home, took a bath and turn on the air conditioner. Bliss..

Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire. 

If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something, 

for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times. 

During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations, 

because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge, 

because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes. 

They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary, 

because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things. 

A life of rich fulfillment comes to those 

who are also thankful for the setbacks. 

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive. 

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles, 

and they can become your blessings.

~Author Unknown~

The Hug

There's something in a simple hug

That always warms the heart;

It welcomes us back home

And makes it easier to part.

A hug's a way to share the joy

And sad times we go through,

Or just a way for friends to say

They like you 'cause you're you.

Hugs are meant for anyone

For whom we really care,

From your grandma to your neighbor,

Or a cuddly teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing -

It's just the perfect way

To show the love we're feeling

But can't find the words to say.

It's funny how a little hug

Makes everyone feel good;

In every place and language,

It's always understood.

And hugs don't need new equipment,

Special batteries or parts -

Just open up your arms

And open up your hearts.

-author unknown-

Maid Story - #5

After Sarah left, we had to resort to leaving the boys at the baby sitter. She is the mother of one of staff working at the workshop. It wasn't for long. She then offered the services of her niece, Ani. Ani was hardworking but a bit rough. But I guess, after fragile Sarah, everyone would look rough!


Ani is like any youngster. Every evening I come home from work to see, not only the boys all fresh and clean but Ani too was dressed up and face made up. I suspect that she is not all okay "upstairs". The children likes her though and she is also a great cook.


The only part that I could not tolerate about Ani was...she doesn't work weekends. That doesn't sound too bad actually but she only appears on my doorstep on monday morning. So every monday morning, I would anxiously look out the door to see if Ani has arrived. She goes off to her friend's house in Nilai and her normal excuse is.. there is no bus or the bus is late. It definitely affects my work schedule too. 


So I decided that I had to look for a more reliable maid. 

Sayur Betik

If my friend Melati Tessier in US can cook it, I don't see why I can't. Inspired by the photo she put up in Facebook, I really wanted to cook this dish soon. And luck was on my side, when I saw daun selasih sold at the nearby pasar malam. I don't have green fingers and even when my late mother lovingly planted the pokok selasih in a pot for me to bring back to KL, it would eventually die! So each time I see daun selasih being sold at the pasar malam or mini market, I would grab a bunch. IF I managed to get an unripe papaya, I would make the dish. Otherwise, I love to rub the leaves between my fingers to get the oil out and breathe in the lovely aroma...


I got the daun selasih on friday, yesterday (saturday) I found the papaya at (of all places) MyDin. Didn't have the time to cook it yesterday, so early this morning I got the ingredients and cook the dish... 

Betik masak air with daun selasih and black pepper.

Pounded some onions, ikan bilis and black pepper (red chili - optional). Threw it in a pot of water and leave it to come to a boil. Meanwhile, I started on slicing the papaya (thick slices to ensure that it doesn't break in the boiling water). Threw that into the pot. Remove the selasih leaves from the stem and throw them in the pot too. Matikan api and let the leave layu in the hot water. Season to taste.


I shared the dish with my sister.

Meeting old friends

Yes, my youngest son had just completed his final exams. Then he was busy making preparations to present his Final Year Project. But in between he managed to seek employment too. I am proud that my children has succeeded this far.


Busy as he was.. he was still obliging when Mama asked him to accompany her to meet some old friends. First we had to pickup Kak Nani at BTHO. With minimal directions, we found the location. Meanwhile I was on the phone trying to convince Aya Idris to come along. (Didnt know that she was taking care of her eldest son who is dependent on dialysis.) Her husband gave her the green light (thank you Azmi) and so we picked up Aya too. 


Then we were blindly travelling towards what we thought was the entrance to TBS (Terminal Bersepadu Selatan). But we confused it with Tasik Selatan Station. In the end, we did manage to find the correct route, and we were lucky enough to get the car parked at level 4. Ex boss, Nurul was waiting for us in front of her new shop. From then on, it was chatting and bringing each other up-to-date with all of the other friends that we have not met for so long. Penat bersembang di kedai, kita adjourn ke kedai mamak for a drink. Faiz was hovering as a reminder that he needs to get back to college (since he was in his blue jacket).

Nurul and I

From left, Aya Idris, Nurul Nuriah, Kak Nani and I

From left, Faiz (in blue), myself and Aya Idris

From left, Kak Nani, myself, Aya Idris and Nurul

Kak Nani and Nurul

We left with a promise to meet again.. maybe at Mohd Nor Haq's daughter's wedding early July.

Maid Story - Baby Sitters

I recall sending my son to a baby sitter in one of the government quarters at Jalan Cochrane. The BS's husband is a staff at my husband's office. The BS has many small children herself and she took in several other kids to care. The quarters/house is not that big but the lower floor was unfurnished. In one corner, there was a neat pile of thin mattress and a baby cot in another. Another room had plenty of toys in it. BS's older kids will help keep an eye on the smaller kids.


Every night, I would prepare a basket of clean baby clothes and nappies (in those days, disposable diapers was unheard of). There will be another basket of biscuits/food and baby milk/juice. We have to make a quick and early getaway in the morning, to avoid the traffic jam and to be able to reach the office in time. Most mornings, my son goes to BS's house still in his jammy. No time to bathe him. Some morning he goes poo poo and the whole car stink sky high. Whenever there are visits to the clinic for his scheduled jabs, we will leave a message and pick son up. It is quite convenient since, BS's house is still in KL. That is when I see the kids sleeping (or pretending to sleep) before lunch time. In the evenings, we will fetch son back, with a pail full of dirty nappies/clothes.


But we did not use BS's services for long since it is expensive and we still come back to a messy house and I still have to cook and wash. And we both agreed, our children should grow up in his own home.
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Another time, in between maids, we seek the help of the mother of my husband's worker to take care of the boys. This mak cik's house is near the main road but behind the house is secondary jungle plus rubber trees plus fruit trees. I always make sure, we pick the children up before dusk. I have heard many stories and some related to this mak cik's family. I heard that there is a python the size of a coconut tree trunk, slithering across the road. And the occasional roar of a tiger in the jungle, but the tiger is not like the ones we find in the zoo!


But in any case, I am thankful, the mak cik agreed to care for the boys when we asked her.

Fatin And I ~ tolo

Fatin is very choosy about her food. Living with a grandmother (definitely not I) who is a wonderful cook, she has upgraded her taste buds to accept spicy food. Her current favourite is nasi lemak but dont you dare remove the sambal. She loves it hot and she must get extra boiled eggs.


One time when we (bangi family) were busy looking elsewhere, she went to the fridge and helped herself to the eggs. She thought they were boiled eggs. She tried breaking the shell and panicked when the runny egg flowed out. But smart girl that she was, she quickly put it inside a small basket (that I got from a wedding), and then said, "Fatin nak tolo".


Tired Mama had to get up and boil her an egg and cleanup the mess. After feeding Fatin the boiled egg, she asked for another. 


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Early this month, Azhar was recovering from his tonsils op and Mama had to work (assignments and datelines). Atok and Nenek were off to Indonesia, so Azhar brought Fatin over to bangi. 


My main worry was feeding fussy Fatin. Bought her nasi lemak but it remain untouched. I made her an omelete but she refused it too. Boiled an egg but that she turned that down too. 


Oma : "Oma give up lah. Tatau apa Fatin nak mkn"
Dengan selamba Fatin menjawab : "Baguslah!"
Ish..ada yang nak kena nie.


** After the nasty accident when Fatin helped herself to the raw egg, I installed a child-lock on my fridge. She was caught with her body pulled backward, trying to pry it open.

Maid Story - #4 Sarah

Just before Embah left, we had to get a new minder for Faizal. Azhar was living with grandma in JB, so Faizal was our main concern. 


We didn't have to look far. Hawa lived with her husband, children and her younger sister just next door. Since the sister, Sarah was not studying or working, we asked if she would like to be the children's minder. Sarah ended up working with us for almost 2 years.


She would hop over in the morning and go home when we return from work. She would attend to the children's needs. She also cooks for the family. Being a fellow johorian, I especially enjoyed her mean asam pedas.


The only problem with Sarah was, she is quite fragile in health. So whenever she is not well, her sister Hawa will take care of Faizal together with her own children.


But soon enough Hawa and family decided to move to Cheras. So we were maid-less again. Thus began our search and enduring the short stints of various types of maids.

Khairin And I - Kaeru

As I was reading, I came across an article which mentions "Kaeru" or japanese for frog. The frog is viewed as a harbinger of new beginnings since its name in japanese, kaeru, is a homonym for the verb meaning "change".

Baby Kero






My doter is sometimes called "Kero" and she so does love the frog character. This time round it really means something for her. We even bought Baby Kero (above) to mark the change in her life. A big move in her academic life. The move from being a student to being a siswi. From being spoon fed to having to do her own research. The move from sharing her room with mama to sharing her room with someone of her own age. This includes getting her own meals and washing her clothes, to taking care of her health.


I pray that Allah will take care of my darling baby..amin


p/s Bila nak bawak Baby Kero dok sama2..

Dont read and eat..or Dont eat and read

For as long as I can remember, I have this habit of reading while eating. It could be the nasi lemak wrapper, (when they use to use the newspaper to wrap the nasi lemak), any document that needs to be read (while in office) and if I happen to have the internet right in front of me, I will be browsing through. Nowadays I will put in a small magazine or a novel in my handbag, so that I can indulge in reading while waiting for my order to arrive or for my number to get called up (at the Post office or bank).


When eating at the mamak, I will first check my FB (most mamak comes with free wifi) and then open my novel and continue reading where I left off. When my mee goreng arrive, I will just squeeze the lime and start eating...THEN... I accidentally bite on the fiery cili api. Huhuhu..


On night, my doter and I walked into a restaurant to indulge in cakes. My doter, just before she left for college, said she wanted 'choc mud cake' (her favorite). Besides the cake, she also ordered the gourmet pie. My order was the chicken currypuff and durian cheesecake. Oooo..the durian cheesecake was to die for. It was like eating seedless D24 on a biscuit crust. Then I opened my book and started reading as I ate the currypuff. Halfway through my doter whispered, "Ma..what's that?"..pointing at the chicken in my currypuff. I put the book down and peered at the piece of chicken (I had put it aside as I don't like eating chicken that much). 


Arghhhh....horrors... I saw a few telur lalat on the piece of chicken!!


Called the supervisor and showed her the 'masterpiece'. She was all apologies and asked if she could give me a replacement. I told her to pack it up. All of a sudden, I lost my appetite. 


Had I been alone, I might have swallowed it all up and end up with an upset tummy. This act of reading and eating at the same time can be dangerous..hmmm..

Annie & The smart Alec ~ Peribahasa

Umie :  "Apa erti..'sambil menyelam minum air'.."


Afnan answers in english, of course.


Afnan :  "someone who is trying to drown himself".


Umie : ..sighhhh.. its gonna be a looooooonnggg school holidays.


Note from Umie.. I have gained unbelievable insights into how misleading our peribahasa can be by testing them on afnan..

Annie & The smart Alec ~ New Year

Ayah was explaining the difference between the chinese new year and the "normal" (gregorian) new year to Afnan (Note: Afnan is my 10 year old smart-alec-nephew) and how one calendar uses the sun and the other uses the moon but with an "adjustment" every couple of years. 


Then Ayah asked, "What is another calendar that we use?" (expecting the answer to be the Muslim calendar and wanting to explain the hikmah of the shifting seasons in which muslims perform puasa).

Afnan answered, "The Subway Calendar!!! Cause we tear out the free subway voucher every month and used it to take Askaree out to dinner at Subway".


Umie : Apakah????

Another one fly out the nest ~ Part 3

Before continuing on my doter's life in Puncak Alam, let me show the place. This is a snap shot of the infamous steps.. all 294 of them. Spanning from the hostel (orange color building) to the Academic building in purple. It is a covered corridor and there is also a jejantas/bridge crossing over a four-lane road. 


Phew..am I glad I am not a student there!


After sending her to register in her hostel (minus her tudungs, which she conveniently left at home), we left KA to begin her life as a siswi. She managed to get some shut eye before the long dragging taklimats began. By the way, the hostel is aptly name Rafflesia for the siswi and Angsana for the siswa. Girls live in the orange colored buildings and are warned against entering the red colored buildings belonging to the boys.


1st day, I sms-ed at 11.15pm to wish her goodnite but she replied that they are still in the padang kawad listening to taklimats. Her backside was getting numb sitting on the tarmac and it looks like the nite is not going to end too soon.


2nd day, At 1.50am, she sent an sms saying she was about to hit the pillows. 6.15am, I wished her a good morning and hope she enjoys the cold bathe. To which she replied, "Tak mandi. Kan dah mandi before tidor tadi kul 2 pagi".  Hahaha.. savings betul budak ni. Now she really appreciates food provided at PL*KN, as the food provided here is tasteless but nevertheless she eats because she is hungry. After that there was more taklimats indoor and outdoor. In the evening they have aerobics. Today she had the 1st taste of marching up/down the 294steps. Quote: "memang dah rasa kurus dah and terasa nak tercabut lutut". 


3rd day, I wished her good nite at 1am. She replied half an hour later, saying that they have just completed ragging. She's taking a bath and going in to bed. They have to be up by 4.30am. They have to compete for the bathroom and to wash their clothes, before going in for the early morning ceramah. Her legs are aching but on the plus side, she is convinced that her thighs are leaner! Hahaha.. After breakfast, she ran upstairs to get her washing/laundry. Said she felt awkward standing in the elevator with a pail full of wet clothes but she prefers to hang her clothes out to dry on the lines downstairs. The sunny weather ensured she gets crispy clean clothes. She still have not found where the illusive washing machine! Throughout the day, endless ceramah. She is fast learning how to sleep while sitting down although she did topple over twice! Hahaha..  She wish the week will just sweep over and orientation is over. Until late at night, we were passing sms-es discussing about her plans to get home this weekend.


4th day, midnight, she said "pelik lah iron baju atas meja, hahaha..". 6am, she said she is coming home by commuter with her roomate. 8.30am, she asked, "How do I go back by commuter? I forgot". Actually, she only goes out with her brother/s, so she has never travelled anywhere by herself. The plan was for them to go back after making the student card on saturday.


5th day, said she slept at 3.30am. Supposed to be up by 5am but all of them (in the house) only woke up at 7am! They missed the kuliah subuh and went straight to the dining hall. Only message at 11.00am, to confirm that she was coming home the next day.


6th day, HAPPY DAY.. she's coming home. After making the student card (luckily they were early), they went back and packup and took the bus to Shah Alam, changed buses to get to KL Sentral before hopping on the commuter. 2pm she sms-ed to say she is at Serdang station. Time for me to go to the UKM commuter station. My baby's coming home.


There she was, in her baju kurung, sports shoes and dragging the luggage bag. Hahaha.. what a picture! She stinks sky high so we headed home first for her bath. She was smiling as she walked into the house and I know she is happy to be home again. She miss her kero, her small pillow, her favourite bathroom, her bed.. everything in the house.

Another one fly out the nest ~ Part 2

All too soon, monday came around. Registration Day for Een.

I left the packing to her. She is old enough to handle it and she had previous experience during her 3-months trip to PL*KN. The night before, the kids spend time with Fatin. I was anxiously waiting at home. I was afraid that if they came back too late, they might wake up late too.

True enough, we were finally ready to leave home at 7am ( I wanted to leave at 6am). Long, long jam from Batu 9, Cheras right up to the traffic light at Batu 14, Hulu Langat. No choice but to go with the slow-flow. Some inconsiderate people still overtake on the left. I was getting goose pimples on my arm, holding in my pee! Finally reached Azhar's house and practically pounded on his door, trying to get in. Hahaha.. left Azhar to park my car and for Een to unload her bags and transfer them to the Alza. (She managed to repack and cut down the amount of clothes she needs to bring to college). Two bags full of clothes, one pail full of toiletries and hangers, a pillow (just in case the one provided is full of "maps") and a big paper bag of other items. Her x-ray is tucked inside the pillow. Her documents placed in her back pack. Being the 'ayu' specie, she still have her handbag.

We quickly repack and drove off. Just as we left the house, Azhar asked if we are heading for Puncak Perdana (the other UiTM). Hahaha..luckily he asked for confirmation, else we would be heading to the wrong Puncak. Stopped by the roadside and redirected the GPS towards Puncak Alam. 

All too soon, we arrived at P/Alam. My-my.. the place looks so impressive. Buildings spread from the bottom of the hill right up to the top. Colour coded buildings - purple for academic, orange for siswi and red for siswa. Een said "tak rela kalau boys dapat purple building!" (Een is at the crazy for JB stage and JB likes the colour purple!). There was a long, staggered steps/corridor linking from the academic buildings to the residential buildings (ala-ala Batu caves). Yes, we were informed that there was a total of 284 steps and given a guarantee that the students will lose weight. Tak payah pergi gym atau Lon*don W/Mgmt.

We were directed to a common parking place and asked to unload our bags and get on the bus that is servicing the move from the parking place to the registration area. Got on the bus and Een said she wanted to share room with her friend (fellow school mate). So I asked encik senior, if that is possible. I was told to wait for the friend and just register together. Easy peasy! The bus parked at the padang kawad and we were asked to go to the cafe/surau area to register. That involves going down a steep flight of stairs. Oh my..this does reminds me of ITM in my days, only we had hills to climb sampai naik tong*gek bon*tot!

We waited for S who was on the next bus. So they registered together and managed to get the same room. Block 5, second floor, Unit #4, Room B. Luckily they have elevators!! I dont fancy climbing up more steps. Een got down to business and grabbed the broom and swept the floor. (I was impressed, since only my constant nagging makes her sweep the floor when at home). I put on the bedsheet and pillows. We came prepared with rags and antiseptic spray to clean the shelves and tables. As she was unpacking, I asked for the hanger full of tudungs that she has ironed, to hang in the cupboard. This was when Een suddenly turned pale and dropped the bombshell! She forgot to pack it in the car this morning. She only have the light green tudung on her. She was begging me to go back and get them! Hahaha..no way we are going back just for that. S wasnt too happy when her mom told her to share with Een. So instead we asked for directions on where to get new tudungs for her.

Azhar and his GPS took us to the not-so-near Econ*Save (20km). Azhar said it is some in Kpg Subang Baru. Bought her some tudungs (enough to last the week and not smell). Then we went back to P/Alam for mekdi. Oh yes, otw we passed UiTM Puncak Perdana. P/Alam is defintely a more beautiful place. While waiting at the traffic light, to do a U-turn to get to mekdi, we saw a sign that says Econ*Save (1.5km). Stupid GPS wasted time and petrol directing us to the farther Econ*Save! Sabar je haku!

Ate at mekdi. Ordered a big mac but was given double cheese (same price). I insisted on a change since it was their fault and I was tired and cranky. While eating, entertained myself looking at this little boy (3 yo, I think) who, while his friends were busy playing at the playroom, he was busy arranging and re-arranging the shoes at the shoe rack. The other thing that caught my eye was this kid was bedecked in jewellery. He had gold rings on his fingers and gold bracelets on both wrists. His bracelets was thicker than my janggut-udang-thickness bracelet too!!

After the meal, we sent Een back to the bus. Told her to get back to her room by herself. It was late and I am tired. Hugs and kisses.. I left my baby at P/Alam. Was so sleepy but I still have the drive back to Bangi. Luckily the roads are not busy.