For those whom I have not texted or contacted directly and are very much interested to meet the lollies, you are very much invited to a go-dutch, no-purpose-whatsoever-gathering at MidV on Wednesday 12th. August, lunch time. Exact restaurant has not been decided yet but I doubt it would be some super-expensive place, considering my own financial state of mind.
Anybody interested to join, you can email me at suhairims [at] geemail [dot] com or text me at err email first lah. Then I'll give you my number.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Negative Vibes All Abound
It could be the alignment of the planets and the stars, if those horoscopes or quasi-science astrology were to be believed. Or the aura that has been circulating in this world. Or purely coincidental. Several people that I have interacted with for the past few days has not been feeling particularly happy about various things in their lives. And those are the ones that told me about it. In real life and virtually, as in the case of Mrs. KM here or even the ever-positive and vibrant elisa. And since many people who blogs around my circle of virtual (and not so virtual) friends would normally share about happy happy stuff, the absence of updates could be safely inferred as negative vibes enveloping them as well, no?
Myself included. Have not been feeling on top of the world for the past few days. I guess life is all about balance, especially after having loads of fun which I did not blog about going through this trip with 99% fun and 1% work. But, as usual, will ride through this, kalau umur panjang. No, I am nowhere near of committing the unimaginable. I have a full weekend schedule to go through which should be fun. And it's only Thursday today. One more day to go before the weekend starts. Almost there.
Myself included. Have not been feeling on top of the world for the past few days. I guess life is all about balance, especially after having loads of fun which I did not blog about going through this trip with 99% fun and 1% work. But, as usual, will ride through this, kalau umur panjang. No, I am nowhere near of committing the unimaginable. I have a full weekend schedule to go through which should be fun. And it's only Thursday today. One more day to go before the weekend starts. Almost there.
Friday, 3 July 2009
The Musang is a Man?
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Gambar Si Jantan yang Sorang
As requested by Zan yang dah lama tak submit entry tu.
Since I'm already submitting an entry, might as well list down some of his progress for future references
that's all folks!
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Since I'm already submitting an entry, might as well list down some of his progress for future references
- about 7.5kg weighed on 28th.Jun, one day before he turned 5 months old
- can flip on his stomach and back at will
- will produce some cooing sounds with some effort and laughs when his kakak plays peekaboo with him
- not entirely static anymore. starts to move around quite a bit
- can lift up his butt already and has enough bodily strength to go astern
- can hold objects with both hands and put into his mouth but has not been seen passing the objects from one hand to the other
- can definitely recognise his sedara by exhibiting delighted expressions upon seeing ayah and mama coming home from the office. but peekaboo game can only be performed successfully by alyssa. i have tried and failed miserably
- word of caution! athyra has been caught grabbing him by the ankles and pull him towards her on the bed. definitely not safe to leave them together unsupervised especially on the bed, isk!
that's all folks!
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
The Powder Puff Girls
Lama dah tak tampal gambar anak kat blog. Here are some when they were the flower girls for my niece's wedding over the weekend. Bigger prospect for cucu's in addition to the 2 boys and 1 girl already. All from wifey's side and long way to come from mine.
No photo of the little anak jantan though. Not very trigger-happy with the crappy 2MP camera phone.
No photo of the little anak jantan though. Not very trigger-happy with the crappy 2MP camera phone.
Cocktail of Emotions
Is the best phrase that I could come up with to describe how I'm feeling right now. Has that phrase been used before in some books, speeches or blog entries? I can't be that original, can I?
I'm hoping that it would rain though this afternoon, so that the open air futsal training that I have to go to would be cancelled. Don't feel like it but somehow volunteered myself. Never had been since the last game of meddling a ball with both of the feet or football if you can call me playing that game several years ago. And the prospect of injuries is always there especially after the long break. Don't fancy getting my other knee reconstructed and screwed. Though the rain wouldn't help in other departments like braving the severely clogged evening rush hour traffic to get home.
I'm hoping that it would rain though this afternoon, so that the open air futsal training that I have to go to would be cancelled. Don't feel like it but somehow volunteered myself. Never had been since the last game of meddling a ball with both of the feet or football if you can call me playing that game several years ago. And the prospect of injuries is always there especially after the long break. Don't fancy getting my other knee reconstructed and screwed. Though the rain wouldn't help in other departments like braving the severely clogged evening rush hour traffic to get home.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Weekend Stuff
Last weekend was one of the weekends that I did much more than lazying around the house, falling in and out of sleep. Brought about by 2 separate occasions in 2 different places. We had to attend this birthday do by my sister at the ikan bakar jetty on Saturday night and yet make it to the bowling alleys on Sunday morning 10am in the Lengkungan. Not that stressful, I know but definitely requires a lot more commitment then those sombre, easy weekend mode.
Initially, we had planned to detour to the beach home en route to the land of Tidak Melayu Hilang di Dunia even to visit the sis-in-law whom just came back from a Cik Kiah entourage to visit the Queen and maybe pick up some of her English while they were there. Fortunately (ahem!) due to some commitments that she had on her side, the detour was cancelled.
So we duly made our way to the Path of the Elephants after devouring some breakfast at Subaidah. Drove sanely around 120km/h mostly except at the only stretch that should've mattered, underneath that Pedas/ Linggi interchange when I drove slightly above 120 to overtake that coasting Proton in the middle lane only to discover a traffic monitor beaming his laser gun proudly under the shade of the interchange. I just checked the e-gomen service and so far, so good. No saman ekor yet. Arrived only to discover with the exception of my uncle's family, the whole gangbang was already there with the house bursting at its seams containing some 20 adults and adolescences and 25 little children running around minding their own businesses.
It had been been since I last went to those infamous ikan bakar venues. I don't fancy the weekend and long holiday crowds and considering the state is not that big, it will still take me quite some time to get to the other end of state, easily spending almost an hour despite the nicely built, traffic-light infested dual-lane carriageway door-to-door. While the fishes are generally palatable, stingrays were never my favourite fish and was more looking forward to those simple little nasik lemaks that I have failed miserably in finding its rival in the mighty Klang Valley for those little red spicy top. Since it was pre-booked Anjung Batu spot, we did not have to fight our way through the crowd and hung around for some time before making our way back to my mum's picking up some durians from my friends house which regretfully I had to live with the smell for the next 72 hours or so. But hey! At least the scale is still tipped to my side with wifey and Alyssa the durian-obsessed creatures and the durianophobic Amelya, Athyra and myself. And I fell asleep on the sofa in no time.
We had to set the record time to be coming back to KL to be able to make it as opposed to the 6pm norms and surprisingly we did. Shot off around 8:30 and arrived and the Lengkungan at around 9:40, also a record time. I was surprised that the old, twisted cow could still be cruising comfortably without much complain going by the minimum speed of 140km/h (apologies to pb). Somehow with the absence of gart and the prior advise to some of those really terrer people to screw up their games, our group managed secure the no 1 spot. I'm not complaining though while distributing the contents of the hamper among my 4 group members.
The rest of the family couldn't be there to witness my maiden victory because Alyssa had to be somewhere else accompanied by wifey at 12pm. The "workshop" (more like a promotion for their tuition class) about being left/ right brained kept me thinking of how left (means not good in their terms) brained I am.
That was the last real agenda for the weekend so the afternoon was happily spent on the normal itinerary of mass-napping, surprisingly joined by all of the kids up the wee hours of the afternoon.
Initially, we had planned to detour to the beach home en route to the land of Tidak Melayu Hilang di Dunia even to visit the sis-in-law whom just came back from a Cik Kiah entourage to visit the Queen and maybe pick up some of her English while they were there. Fortunately (ahem!) due to some commitments that she had on her side, the detour was cancelled.
So we duly made our way to the Path of the Elephants after devouring some breakfast at Subaidah. Drove sanely around 120km/h mostly except at the only stretch that should've mattered, underneath that Pedas/ Linggi interchange when I drove slightly above 120 to overtake that coasting Proton in the middle lane only to discover a traffic monitor beaming his laser gun proudly under the shade of the interchange. I just checked the e-gomen service and so far, so good. No saman ekor yet. Arrived only to discover with the exception of my uncle's family, the whole gangbang was already there with the house bursting at its seams containing some 20 adults and adolescences and 25 little children running around minding their own businesses.
It had been been since I last went to those infamous ikan bakar venues. I don't fancy the weekend and long holiday crowds and considering the state is not that big, it will still take me quite some time to get to the other end of state, easily spending almost an hour despite the nicely built, traffic-light infested dual-lane carriageway door-to-door. While the fishes are generally palatable, stingrays were never my favourite fish and was more looking forward to those simple little nasik lemaks that I have failed miserably in finding its rival in the mighty Klang Valley for those little red spicy top. Since it was pre-booked Anjung Batu spot, we did not have to fight our way through the crowd and hung around for some time before making our way back to my mum's picking up some durians from my friends house which regretfully I had to live with the smell for the next 72 hours or so. But hey! At least the scale is still tipped to my side with wifey and Alyssa the durian-obsessed creatures and the durianophobic Amelya, Athyra and myself. And I fell asleep on the sofa in no time.
We had to set the record time to be coming back to KL to be able to make it as opposed to the 6pm norms and surprisingly we did. Shot off around 8:30 and arrived and the Lengkungan at around 9:40, also a record time. I was surprised that the old, twisted cow could still be cruising comfortably without much complain going by the minimum speed of 140km/h (apologies to pb). Somehow with the absence of gart and the prior advise to some of those really terrer people to screw up their games, our group managed secure the no 1 spot. I'm not complaining though while distributing the contents of the hamper among my 4 group members.
The rest of the family couldn't be there to witness my maiden victory because Alyssa had to be somewhere else accompanied by wifey at 12pm. The "workshop" (more like a promotion for their tuition class) about being left/ right brained kept me thinking of how left (means not good in their terms) brained I am.
That was the last real agenda for the weekend so the afternoon was happily spent on the normal itinerary of mass-napping, surprisingly joined by all of the kids up the wee hours of the afternoon.
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