Hypertension, Wok!

My maid Asnah was ill last week.

Her temperature was very high, I swear I could fry an omelet on her forehead, and yet she was shivering cold.

I took her to see the Doctor where she immediately got a jab, but after 4 days she was still immobile and shivering. She went for a repeat treatment and the Doctor suspected she was down with dengue fever!!!

I was supposed to take her to the hospital or risk her dead if she starts to hemorrhage at home. Giler takut!!!!

I made a quick inquiry at the nearest private hospital. It was the Agong B/day's public holiday and the receptionist confessed that there would be very little that they could do other than administering the drip. She kindly advised that I drown the poor maid with decarbonated isotonic drink and only bring her in if her condition deteriorated.

That's how I became 'jururawat tak bertauliah'. Checking on Senah every hour, watched carefully if she was still breathing, woke her up for drinks...fortunately she recovered on the 6th day..after dozens of bottles of 1.5l decarbonated 100plus and air cap badak...






the ole and trusted air cap badak.






And then it was my turn to be ill!!!!!!!!
My head was pounding furiously and I started to throw up everything I had in my system including the bile!

Papa took me to the same Clinic that treated Senah, luckily I was not attended to by the same Doctor. I would imagine a same Doctor would have whisked me to the hospital immediately! However, the cute locum (sempat tengok jugak) found that my blood pressure had shot up to 170/110!!! It must be due to my worries and fatigue during Senah's illness. I nearly had a stroke!

I was given a jab (can't protest while I was in semi-coma), ordered to be in complete rest and come again for a thorough investigation with blood test after I recover from the vomitting bout. Ish..mau ker? Didn't he know that I'm so frightened of the blood sucking needle?

Instead I went and visit my favourite Pharmacyst and pujuk her to recommend me supplements. I came out of her shop with a new set of Blood Pressure Monitor, a gigantic bottle of Omega-3 fish oil to improve my good cholesterol and an ample supply of Hawthorn berries capsules to reduce blood pressure naturally...

My mother was blowing hot and cold when she heard that I refused to do the entire blood test,
'ontah apo bangang eh, sekolah tinggi tinggi tapi penakot!'
(I don't believe you're so stupid, even with good education you're still frightened of silly things!)

I have yet to see if the natural remedies work.....
Right now, without bothering about my mother's remark, my pressure is stabilising around 140/90.

H/Raya comes early

I got an invitation to a cucu's birthday party this weekend. I love my sister's cucus just like they are mine!Since Papa is in town, I dragged him to do some shopping. I was loosing myself at The Brand Outlet of Ikano Power Centre, getting a dress each for the birthday girls, Aina Syuhada and Anna Suraya. Then I thought I might as well get one for their sister, Anis Sofea. Then I thought of their cousin sisters, Amira Maisara and Arisya Nazira, and chose cute dresses for them too. Then I remembered their cousin brothers Syaqirul Ariff and Syahir Ariff and collected 2 shirts for them. It dawned into me too that I could not attend Emmir Danish's first birthday celebration last week and bought a shirt for him as well......

I ended up with these, for my 8 cucus, all below 7 years old!:


















I spent an hour wrapping and tagging them:

















Hope they love their early Hari Raya gifts from Wan Teh!

My son, oh, my son!

My son has probably broken the Guiness Book of World Records for loosing his pair of spectacles again! The 4th in a year!!

I don't know whether I should scream or cry!!!!!
Papa was speechless when I told him about it.

I don't want to call in to the Suze Orman Show ( to check if I can afford to buy him another pair), I can almost hear her say:
'What the hell is wrong with your son, girlfriend??????'

However, after ransacking the house upside down, I made a feeble attempt to call my mother.

You see, my mother has the ability to 'nujum' (fortell) the whereabout of your lost things, sort of. But she doesn't like to do that often as she claims that she will pray without pahala for 44 days for doing something which is 'kurafat'! he,he,he...
For us, she usually obliged provided we feign utter misery at the lost of our belonging.

After asking the date Imran looses the item, she said, 'kau carik lah, ado , nampak yor!' (you go search, it's still there,I can see it so clearly')....

Last year, Imran lost his I-pod touch during Tasya's wedding. After consulting her, my mother said 'terlampau simpan dek orang, lamo-lamo dapek balik barang ni, tapi tak sonang dor...'(it was kept properly by someone, and Imran will eventually get it back, but not in such an easy manner).It was a long story, but true enough, Imran got it back after about 3 months, reluctantly from someone known to us who came to the house during the wedding.

Then later Imran left his brand new Tissot watch in a public toilet at One Utama after washing his hands!. Mother said 'Dah dapek kek orang'!! (it's already taken by someone!).Like duh! of course it's taken if you foolishly place a gleaming RM2K tissot watch in a public toilet!!!

Have you gotten the trend yet? It's Imran looses this and Imran looses that......If I continuosly consult my mother for every item that he looses, she probably has to pray without any pahala for an entire year!!!!

Haih! The perils of the last son!!!!

A Letter To My Mommy.

Dear mommy,

I still remember the wonderful times we spent together, the happy moments of frolicking, ruffling your fur, under the car at the mechanic workshop where I was born. It was a splendid two months until last Friday when I suddenly fell ill. I was curled up, motionless under the car infront of the workshop when a lady picked me up and sent me to the nearby Vet.The Vet diagnosed me with a severe lung infection and I heard him say that I will not have much chance if I were to continue living under the present circumstances. I must have tugged the lady's heart that she took me home with her. Unfortunately, I could not say a proper goodbye to you as I was very ill and you were no where to be seen at the time.




The lady whom I now call mama gave me my own 'room' in her house and I am given medication twice a day for the next seven days. I am feeling much better now and have started to eat kitten food. I was given some semi solid too to make me stronger since mama said I am now weaned off your milk.


I have managed to look around quite a bit. I even have my own toys!!! Mama has other feline members in her family. There is this guy they call Bella. He hummed a very funny growl when he sees me. The two girls, Priyanka and CheeHua actually hissed. Am I supposed to be frightened? I don't know, but mama said once I find my own space in this house, they'll begin to accept me. That is the reason why mama can't take you in too, since you are an adult and she can't allow a major crisis to happen in this environment. I heard there's another guy, Putih, but I've not seen him yet.


Mama called me 'Pretty Girl'. Later, Kak Dilla returned home and upon seeing me, decided that I should be named 'Arwen'. That sealed my fate. I am now officially 'Arwen'......


Mommy,
Please do not worry about me. I think I'll be fine. All I need to do now is to focus on getting well. Yesterday I even had the chance to watch Akademi Fantasia with mama. That fake fella, Qhaud, deserved to be eliminated. Mama said the mutated Tarzan looking guy who is all but positive in attitude should be booted out next. I like mama's sofa in her bedroom, though.I am looking forward to mama bringing me up in her bedroom again when she next watch American Idol. I so want to see Adam Lambert perform!




I don't know if I will write again, mommy. However, do take good care of yourself. Do not forget to go and eat at the 'soup kitchen' mama set up infront of her office for strays like you.




.."My Mommy"...







I will always be thinking of you. Though I should try to be happy, right now I am a bit l.o.n.e.l.y.....I miss you!!



Good Bye, mommy,
I love you!

Arwen.

Congratulations, Dilla!

Heartiest Congratulations to my daughter Dilla, who got promoted on her job, today!

I knew it was coming, since Dilla puts in hundreds of extra hours working as an 'Auditslave'. I have not met another girl who went to work at 8.30am on a Saturday and came back with black eyebags at 8.30am on Sunday - defying papa's and mama's scornful looks, for the sake of completing her work!

If you don't get the promotion, "I'll complain to The Partner of your firm"!!! It's my favourite phrase whenever I'm not happy with Dilla's working condition...he,he,he....


I'm waiting for the next good news...*wink,wink*.....hope it will be soon.

The Spectacles of his life.

I wonder if there is another mum who suffers in not-so-silence like me!!

Who wouldn't if your beloved son lost his spectacles 3 times in a span of a year!!!

Imran started to use glasses some time in May last year when he had problems with his vision. We spent an entire evening at an optician at The Curve to choose a frame which suited his face the best. He took elaborate measures to ensure that he remained goodlooking. After maybe 3 months, the handle of the spectacles broke!

We went to the same optician and got it replaced. The poor thing was missing after about 2 months.

My patience was still intact when I took Imran to various opticians in Taman Tun Dr. Ismail, alas, all 5 of them did not have the frame that he liked!! Finally I had to make that trip to the same high-end shop at The Curve......only for him to loose the stupid expensive pair of spectacles A.G.A.I.N!!!!!

Mana tak naik darah??????

Incidently, during the same period,I have been watching Suze Orman shows on Oprah, on CNBC and on Larry King Live.She has somehow successfully converted me into thinking prudently.

I figured that if you keep on loosing your glasses means that you don't really need them!I pretended not to be bothered for a whole week when Imran said he can't function in school without seeing the white board in front of his class.
Kesian lah pulak, nanti tak dapat 13As in his SPM, it will entirely be my fault!And he would blame me for the rest of his life!!!

Life is easy, isn't it? It's your fault in the first place but you get to blame your mommy!!

So, yesterday, dalam hujan ribut taufan, I drove Imran to the nearest optician, I told him that he either pick one at whatever shape and size available or he'll have no spects at all. A beggar can't choose!! This is going to be the last pair of spectacles I'm buying him, if he looses it again, the next one will be paid for with his own money!

Berleter punya berleter....our friend chose an oakley frame at the price of the Manager at my Travel Agency's one month salary!

I was startled at how much a flimsy little metal rods called titanium cost and asked the optician why was it SOOOOO expensive!

Imran let out an embarrased sigh and whispered under his breath that I behaved like someone from Sg. Penchala....
(sudah lah careless, nak judgemental pulak!!!)

Yeah, we are so going to live in Sg.Penchala (right across the mosque, not on the hilltop) if you don't stop treating me like as if I own the Bank Negara!!!!!


On the same related event:

Asnah, the maid: Ya ampun, adik! Hilang kaca matanya lagi?? Senang betul hidup adik, ya! Kalau seluarnya tak pasang butang, tentu udah lama tercicir ditepi jalan!!!

Imran: Kakak, boleh syadap tak??????

****************************

Optician: Adik, orang tukar spects 4 tahun sekali, adik tukar spects 4 kali setahun!!

Imran: **ggrrrrrr**

morning blues

The alarm clock played tricks on me this morning -it refused to ring at the stipulated time!

Luckily for my biological clock, I was awoken at exactly 7a.m. - the time for me to drive Imran to school.
I rushed to his room, and found him fumbling with his school uniform. He was slightly late too since I didn't wake him up.

We 'flew' downstairs, Imran gulped down his drink and vitamins, and I was already at the porch in my pyjamas to start the car.

Needless to say, I was racing at an F2 speed to make sure Imran will not be caught late, 10 minutes from Mutiara Damansara to Taman Tun Dr. Ismail!

I had to make a U-turn infront of his school when the traffic light decided to impose more obstacles on us, it allowed 2 cars to pass through each time before it turned red! We waited a few rounds of changing traffic lights when we finally were behind this one car. When the light turned to the highly anticipated green, it didn't move!

Imran: Ma, horn kuat2 kat cikgu tu, mimpi lagi ke dia????

Mama: When I was in school (way back when at Sek.Keb.Parit Jawa!), my teachers cycled to school, yet we had so much respect for them, we even waited for them to arrive and helped carry their books and lunch boxes! You, my son, asked me to horn (kuat2) at your teacher!

The car infront finally moved just before the light turned red yet again and we had to wait for the next turn.
Imran was late!
Damn the traffic light!!
Damn the alarm clock!!!
Damn.........

keluhan rakyat

Kumar came to my house to tend to my garden with a sombre face.

He told me that he has not been eating and sleeping for the past one week.

mama: Aiyo Kumar, why lar, got one week CNY holiday break, you cannot eat and sleep!!!

Kumar said he lost his lorry again, the second one in 2 months.

mama: You tadda report polis?

Kumar: Adda, itu polis cakap saya punya lori gerenti sudah sampai FELDA. Sana ada banyak lori curi!

Kumar asked the policeman, if they knew there are stolen lorries there why don't they go and investigate.

Kumar: Itu polis cakap, kalau diorang pegi tangkap pencuri masuk lokap, silap hari polis pulak kena salah!

Kakak tau itu Kug*n punya kes kah? Saya banyak suka dia mati, ada sikit kurang kes kreta curi! Skarang sudah terbalik, jahat punya orang jadi hero, banyak mentri pegi dia punya rumah kasi support!

mama: mana you tau dia jahat punya orang? Belum masuk mahkamah mah!

Kumar: Kalau dia baik punya orang, mana boleh kena tangkap masuk lokap? Saya tak tau ini negri sudah jadi apa???

So do I, Kumar!

Congratulations & Jubilation!

Heartiest congratulations to my daughter Dilla for passing the final MICPA exam successfully!

As a mother, I personally saw how difficult and winding the road was for her to achieve such stature, to become a Certified Public Accountant.
It's a mother's dream comes true. Thank you, Dilla!

I moan her social sacrifices in life, and pray for better opportunities for her in the future.

Way to go, girl! I am so proud of you!!!!!

Talqin for my lemak

Changing my wardobe to Ms Read from Miss selfridges (chewah, chewah!!!) was not exactly a good idea.

Ms Read collections made me feel very comfortable, due to the type of material used and the ample spaces provided for by the designs. At the rate of my frequent visits to the boutique, by now, my cupboard already looks like part of its showroom.

The disadvantage is, I tend to take it easy on what has been hidden inside, until this friday morning when I decided to put on my baju kurung.
Karung indeed!!
I was shocked by the creepy results of what slouching on the couch, eating kacang and maruku daily, has done to my being.

It was so unbelievable that I cooked up this grim reminder for myself:

Wahai MamaIrma,
Sesungguhnya, lemak itu benar,
Tak boleh tarik zip dikain itu adalah benar,
Lipatan berlapis atas perut bila duduk itu juga adalah benar,

Janganlah kamu berdukacita dan risau,
serta janganlah kamu bersusah hati dan terkejut,

Berusahalah kamu demi kebaikan.
Ketahuilah, exercise atas treadmill itu sesungguhnya lebih banyak membawa kebaikan daripada menonton TV,
Percepatkanlah pergi membeli kasut sukan kerana itu satu-satunya excuse yang kamu beri supaya berlengah-lengah untuk memulakan senaman.

Semoga kamu insaf!

New Career.

The verdict of last year's sales performance was far from encouraging.
My staff managed to secure only 50% of the previous year's profit.
2008 was indeed a gloomy period for us in the business. What's bad is that 2009 have not shown any promises either, it could be worse!.

I am supposed to manage and direct businesses since, the last I checked, my job title is as a Managing Director.
However it seems that lately I've made sleeping and watching Korean Drama as a career.
My part-time job is sending and picking up my son from school and tuition classes. Networking consists of jamming with my kids on the Rockband2.

Why am I complaining?

A lazy New Year.

I have not been looking at my blog for a while now.
I think it's a new year syndrome, at the same time every year I feel like abandoning this place.
Perhaps it's due to the long holiday season.

However, yesterday I got a new motivation through an sms from my daughter.

Dilla forwarded a note from a friend:

stumbled upon your mom's blog, love her writing, suruh dia update selalu.

mama: sapa tu?

dilla: S, my friend.

mama: Oh, mama ingatkan Piah Zadora!! Ha,ha,ha.....

dilla: Ha,ha,ha...Tak kan si Piah tu nak sms kat dilla!!!

mama: well, maybe she knows you since she has been bashing your friend, si shila shower!!

Habis lah dah pecah rahsia, rupa-rupanya mama pun sama subahat membaca hal orang menganyam ketupat!!!!

Welcome home.

My daughter Tasya is coming back from Sydney for a week of Christmas holidays break.
Although we do not celebrate christmas, we are looking forward to see her and her husband Marwan again.



Here's Bella waiting anxiously for Kak Sya and Abang Marwan to arrive at the front gate, amidst the gloomy weather of December.

In loving Memory

If my father is still alive, he will be 80 today.


My late father, whilst approaching 70, was a man in a hurry to meet his creator.
I didn't see it then but I realise it now.

Once my hubby wore a brand new sandal with reflexology function on its sole which Pak took a liking to. He said that he would like to have one. Hubby promised he'd get one for him, but, Pak said he may not be able to try it on if he was to wait until later. So, hubby gave away his sandal to Pak and went back home in a pair of rubber slipper instead.

He was constantly nagging my brother Amir, who lived and worked in Perlis to come down and live somewhere nearer, 'incase I die, you can come and visit me earlier' he said.
To Pak's delight, Amir and his family did just that as soon as they got the opportunity to do so.

At age 69, he had a minor health problem and was hospitalised.
His days in the hospital ward were always crowded with children, grandchildren and relatives. Despite his pain and discomfort,he was so happy and told us it was like a time for a huge family gettogether.

A day before he was to undergo surgery, he requested another brother, Hisham, to bring a barber to the hospital ward. He said he needed a haircut. I felt strange then, but Hisham, bless his soul, relented. An act he was to remember with no regret as my father passed away the next day without recovering post-surgery.

I was of course consumed with misery and sorrow of Pak's unexpected demise, when on the 100th day of his passing on, he came in my dream to tell me not to be so sad as he was at a better place now. He held my hand and gave me a tour of his spacious red earth abode with a beautiful garden, and helpers in green robes offering me juice to drink.
I asked if there's anyone who would be envious of the way he is going about, he said (and I still remember them):
"Here, you'll only get what you've asked for in your lifetime".

Reminded me of the simple dua we do after each prayer of:

"Allahumma, Rabbana atina fiddunya hassanah,
Wafil akhirati hassanah, waqina azabannar...."

Wahai Tuhan kami,berilah kepada kami kebaikan didunia
dan kebaikan diakhirat,dan peliharalah kami dari azab neraka....

Happy Birthday, Pak.
May your soul be placed together with those loved by Allah.

Merhatun

I believe my maid Asnah has quite an impressive vocabulary consisting of English words which she chooses to pronounce on her own terms.

One such word is "Merhatun".

When Imran came back from camping with a bagpack of damp soiled pile of clothings, she'll say:

Hai, esok merhatun lah kakak basuh baju!!!

When the bungalow owner behind ours continuously renovating his house, Asnah will complain:

Kontraktor tu merhatun pecah sana pecah sini, pening kepala saya dengan bunyi bising nya!!

I figured what she meant to say was actually 'marathon'!

Yesterday evening I finished dinner early and told the kids:

OK then, mama nak merhatun tengok Drama Korea!!!...

'Saranghaeyo'

All over again....

All over again??
That's my daughter Dilla's remark to me yesterday as Imran and I entered the house.

My youngest son, Imran is going to sit for his SPM next year!
He is a better student than his brother, based on the fact that he scored As in all 8 subjects during PMR (my version of LCE) which he sat for last year.
So he thought that it will not be too difficult for him to tackle this year's syllabus at school and therefore he does not need to go through the same torture as his brother with additional tuition classes.

However, a year in form 4 has passed and he was not too happy particularly with his understanding of Additional Mathematics.

Day before yesterday he asked if he could get the assistance of Mrs. Radha.
Since he is the one who volunteered to be grilled by Mrs. Radha, it must be a sign of him giving up on his present method of studying Add Maths.

I immediately made that vital call to Mrs. Radha.
She asked Imran to come on the very next day!!

mama: same house, same cat?
Mrs. Radha: Oh, MI, I don't want to talk about the cat, it's so sad!

segarang2 Mrs. Radha, she still cares for her cat. That shows she has compassion, I consoled Imran.

So, yesterday Imran trapped himself for 2 whole hours with Mrs. Radha, the first of many more mathematical sessions till SPM next year.
But he knew it is for his own good, seeing how much his brother had improved under Mrs. Radha's tutelage.

When we arrived home, both Imran and I were talking in Mrs. Radha's lingo and quoting her favourite quotes.

That's why Dilla said sympathetically, it's All Over Again, eh mama?

Tui Na Therapy

I went for a traditional Tui Na therapy yesterday.
It's a form of pressurepoint massage which originated from China.

Lily, the lady therapist from China, put her fingers on my neck and shoulder, started to accuse me:

NO GOOD!!! YOU NO SLEEP!!!!!

I was breathing heavily with my face stuffed in the hole of the massage bench, looking down to the floor, thinking loudly:

Yeah what else is new??

She sort of mutilated my back, neck and shoulder.
When I went to bed, bruised, at 10pm last night, I was shocked to be awaken only at 7am by Imran to send him to school.

Wow, Tui Na, that worked!!!

Insomniac wreck

Sleep defies me nightly since Papa took a new job and based elsewhere....

It has got something to do with a certain sense of insecurity, so much so that I'll be wide awake in the middle of the night even at the sound of a falling leaf in the front garden!

Luckily, so far, Papa managed to fly home on most weekends, otherwise, I would be carrying 2inches of sag under each of my eyes.

The children, bless them, are concerned about my situation.

Dilla have been buying loads of DVDs for me to watch at night when I can't sleep.
Ikram, for the first time in his life got me a book to read:
'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khaled Hosseini.

I started on the book and could not put it down. Finished reading it in a day and unfortunately when I finally dozed, I dreamt that I was in Afghanistan under the Taliban regime, just like what was described by the storyteller.

I realised then that reading myself to sleep is not exactly a good idea!
I woke up more tired and sweaty from dragging the Burqa, walking on the streets of Kabul!!!!



I will probably watch 'Mamma Mia' tonight. See if I will be dancing and prancing instead in my brief elusive sleep......

Oblivious

Economic slowdown??
What economic slowdown, I still get meself a new toyhouse.....
....Qeira.

Throdding on......

Why does life has to be difficult?

I have just started to be sane again when Asnah returned from Medan and completely sanitized the entire house off dirty laundry, smelly bedsheets and catsfur...

Then Papa decided to accept a new joboffer and stations himself offshore with immediate effect!!


Crap!!!!

Raya Joy

Hari Raya to my mum, the family patriarch, is everyone must be home. Home is Kampong Pulau Pandan, Kuala Pilah in N. Sembilan.

On almost other days, she lives alone, out of her own choice.

So it was last Raya when we made that important trip with various tales of traffic jams, angry with children who could not take a day off from work before the Eid, cats left alone with a buffet of catfood in the kitchen, etc.

Mum had her wish came true when ALL of us turned up, 8 children, 8 children-in-law, 28 grandchildren, 3 grandchildren-in-law, 6 great grandchildren and 38 handphones.



Selamat Hari Raya, mak! Ampun kan semua dosa saya ya!!!!

Maidless in Mutiara

Asnah, my Indonesian maid left for Medan last Saturday for a month long H/Raya break.

I sent her to Port Klang to take the 10 am ferry. At 2pm, she called, I thought she had arrived at her kampong but she said she had just boarded a rescheduled bigger ferry which will take 6 hours to reach Tg. Balai.

I advised her to be patient, nak berHari Raya dengan keluarga mesti lah kena berkorban!!

I pun berkorban jugak!

Now I have to sweep and water the garden, clean the house, do the laundry, cook for the family, feed the cats, bunnies.....etc,etc, etc, (exaggerated to add drama) besides, of course, managing a business.

Just the thought of them make me very distraught when all I want to do is...




sleep,





...and looking good....

Reflection

The late Tan Sri used to call whenever the stock market tumbles.

TS: How are you doing?

MI: I'm fine! (eventhough I've just blown my nose red, cry buckets or about to flush my head down the toilet bowl).
Why do you call?

TS: Just to make sure that you are alright, you know, with the market turning down!

MI: why do you only want to know what happens to me when the market is down and not when its up?

TS: I'm concern if you have a bad time, but I don't have to worry if you are fine.

What a great friend.
This time around there is no more calls.
Fortunately, I am fine. for real!

Al-Fatihah.

Itchy twitchy palm

Last night I experienced a sudden involuntary itch on the centre of my right palm.

It's a malay superstition that if the itch is not due to eczema or scabbies, it's a sign of money coming to you through unsuspected ways. However, if it happens on your left palm, it's the other way round, money's going to flow out of your pocket instead!!

I was watching the stockmarket index closely this morning and at 10.12am was practically holding my breath when it plunged to 1,000.43 point, a skin away from turning 3digit. I am of course waiting for the right time to accumulate.

When charts and analysis elude me, I can't believe that I actually attempt to use superstition as one of my investment tools.

Oh, what a pathetic looser I am!! I think it's time to get a life!!!!!!

Hari Raya Goodies.

My supplier has delivered some simple Hari Raya goodies, which I ordered to be distributed to my clients who have been supporting us generously for the past one year.



They are so cute, Hari Raya cookies in the buckets.















These bigger ones containing a few types of Hari Raya cookies are for our more important clients.













Ramadhan is indeed a month full of rezqi but I am not creative enough to prepare these gifts myself.

Ooops!!...

Tasya!!!!!!!!!!



Do you want






To know





what happened




to




YOUR CAR????????

At the groomer's

Simba, my Angoran rabbit has been with me for 3 months now.

Everyday, I'm doing battle with his blonde long fur. I did badly so far because Simba ended up with tangled-up and matted bottom!

Hari Raya is coming, so, I decided to bring Simba to the groomer's.

Here's Simba being introduced to his groomer, Selena.






Simba had pedicure, manicure and since it took so long for the hair to be done, I left him to Selena's expert hand.























I picked him up 2 hours later, smelling great, neatly coiffured, he even had a ribbon on his head!

Blessed Ramadhan.

Wishing every muslim a blessed Ramadhan, the month of intense worship and prayers...
May the divine blessings of Allah fill our lives with peace and happiness....

An-Nyeong Hasseyo

We are back home, an inch richer with experience but a few thousand Won poorer in the pocket.

We were at par with the South Korean in the 80's, alas, as a nation, we are so far behind them now.....

The kids enjoyed the trip to the land of many bridges.
















Soaked in the beauty of the city,


















Braved the food.

















Up close and personal with the beautiful sceneries from Korean dramas.





'Winter Sonata'




'Spring Waltz'





'Autumn in my Heart'




'Stairways To Heaven'









Back to reality, we realised that South Korea is actually a whisper away from war with The Fellow North!


















And we could not tell the original from the copies, so, we shopped at the Duty Free Incheon International Airport instead....
















wish you were there.

Land of Kimchi

Am so excited to go to our next family vacation:




We are going to Korea.



With my weak stomach, I think I'll pass on the Kimchi!!!




However,the last I checked, I'm still not allergic to shopping.