If FB existed years ago
I got this via an email from a friend (thanks Atuk!) This is cool and hilarious. Well, if Mark Zuckerberg travel back in time, this might just be possible. 

Credits to this guy for these images.

Two 'Hot' Papas
The other day I took the day off from work. I had an appointment at the hospital for a follow-up due to my previous condition. As usual, my loyal husband accompanied mebig hug. It was a long wait in the clinic and it was almost 1 pm when we finished whew! .

We headed to Berjaya Times Square next. Alang-alang dah cuti, dating la terus. Thought of watching a movie but none was of interest and the show time was not appropriate. Thus, we went for lunch.

Due to the long wait at the hospital, I was quite famished. We settled down at Papa John's

Frankly, that was our first time trying Papa John's.

I had Seafood Deluxe Baked Pasta (the one on the left). Quite nice. While my husband had Chicken and Mushroom Baked Rice. I had a taste of the dish. Ok la... But I liked the pasta more.

This is how the baked pasta looked like after I digged in.

We also shared Pepperoni and Mushroom Pizza Pocket between us two. We were quite shocked when the waiter sent the dish because of the large serving. Dalam gambar nampak kecik je. In reality, quite big. Dah macam pocket Doraemon dia punya besar winking.

This pocket was not bad at all. Worth trying.

And we had mango drink.

After lunch, we just strolled along the shops, window-shopping and managed not to buy anything other than Krispy Kreme donuts for the kids. What a way to spend the day huh? Hanging out with 'hot' papa Syarifuddin at 'hot' Papa John's batting eyelashes.
Separation Anxiety
When I first got my first child, I sent her to a nursery since she was barely 2 months old. Very unmotherly of me huh?sad But that was the best option at that time. Most of the times, she was ok being left there. But there were times when she will be clingy, teary-eyed crying and refused to let me go. At times, I need to sneak out of the nursery so that she won't see me or else she would cry. That was quite normal actually, part and parcel of a child's development. A thing called separation anxiety.

Recently, the same daughter went on a school trip to Cameron Highlands for 2 days and 1 night. My husband bought her a handphone which she can use so that she can call back home and we can enquire about her well-being during the trip. A cheap, about RM150 worth of Nokia handphone..happy Jadi la. Just to make calls and send sms.

So throughout the trip, she called or sent sms updating me the places that she visited and things that she did. And vice versa. Tapi yang anginnya, when she did not answer my calls. She was supposed to be on her way back so when she did not answer, it got me worried worried. When finally she returned my call, she said her phone was in silent mode. Laa...d'oh boleh pulak buat silent mode. Isyhh...

Anyhow, both of us had our dose of separation anxiety during that trip. She sent me an sms that night.
'Mak dah tidur ke?'
I replied, 'Belum. Kenapa? Rindu mak ke?'
And she replied, 'Ye la, mana prnh duduk jauh drpd mak.'

Aww..... almost broke my heart broken heart. But frankly, that was not her first time being away from home. She has been sleeping over at her cousin's previously but I guess that did not count. After all, it was only in Cheras and with familiar people and surrounding. But Cameron is different. Different place, sleeping in an apartment with several other girls and she had to manage her own things and time and money. I couldn't help but worrying. Thank God, it was only for 1 night.

Anyhow, she arrived home safely. And with that, her luxury of possessing a handphone ended, temporarily, until the next befitting time. Call us antiquated if you want, but both hubby and I think it's still too early to let her have a handphone. But knowing kids nowadays, with the technology and world wide web ruling their world, I'm not sure how long we are going to stick to that decision. And recently, she asked for permission to open her own Facebook. Whoahh...raised eyebrows
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Once upon a weekend
I was in Port Dickson some time ago for a sanggar kerja aka workshop. And since it was held over the weekend, my family went with me. We stayed at Avillion Admiral Cove hotel. I stayed there once in another workshop (oh yeah...rolling eyes we have quite a number of these workshops) earlier. I wrote about that stay here.

This time, I had a different room compared to the previous stay. A different room layout and design and a different scenery. Our room faced the other wing of the hotel, meaning facing other people's room. Sungguh tidak menarik.thumbs down

The room has an extra day bed that is big enough for 2 of my kids.

A picture of the bathroom. Ha ha... beratur bukan main to have their photo taken... in a toilet pulak tu...

The tea making facility.

The scenery around the hotel.

The kids having fun at the pool.

The restaurant where we had our meals. It was as bad as before. Still not many varieties.sigh

And there was an art gallery but pity, the location of the gallery is not strategic at all. Not many people will walk along the hallway and will surely missed the gallery. 

The workshop was partially team building and partially discussion on the roots of the organization's problem and suggestions to overcome the problem. We were supplied with these multicolored papers. I felt like I was in a kindy or something winking.

The team building part was quite interesting. We played games such as this one. A long rod with different diameter and weight throughout its length. Each member of the group lined up alongside the rod and all members need to touch the rod with only one finger. And together bring the rod down, with the finger still touching. Several funny laughing and friction angrymoments arose during the activity.

Moral/Lessons learnt:
Sometimes in a task, there's no clear leader. Thus, masing-masing tak tahu nak buat apa.
And sometimes, everyone is a leader. Thus, chaos. Semua nak bagi instructions.
And true enough, disagreement and dissatisfaction do occur between those who gave out instructions and those at the receiving ends. Just like in an organization.

We also danced. I can't imagine how clownish we may have looked clown.

But the moral/lessons learnt:
A dance like the one we did will of course look silly if you are doing it alone. But it will not seemed so silly anymore when everyone's doing it. Apply this to an organization. A thing or a task or a job, will look absurd or impossible if only 1 person is doing it. Together, hey... it may work.

We were supplied with this article about letting go and moving on. To move on, some things must be changed and some things must be let go. Or else, we will be just like monkeys monkey who won't let go when they got hold of something they like. But yes, we often do not like changes especially when we are in our comfort zone. 

Then we discussed, and discussed some more and presented what we discussed, and more discussion... Pheww...whew! I think that's why some of us channel their energy to these creative and colourful paper crafts. Cool though  cool.

At the end of the day, we have a taskforce set up, some actions being done and the bestest of all, we got unrecorded leave to compensate the number of hours we spent working over the weekend dancing.
Historical Malacca
A few weeks ago, my family and I went to Malacca. My sister who resides there held an open house in conjunction with Eid celebration. It took us about 2 hour drive to get there. Less if we did not make a stop along the way.

My kids met their cousins and had fun playing together. However we could not stay for long. We still have few other places to visit. And I knew how badly my kids wanted to stay and continue playing.

Anyhow, every time I went to Malacca, memories of years ago came rushing back. Malacca was declared as Historical City on April 15th 1989. I made my own history in Malacca shortly after that happy.

After completing SPM in Form Five, I was offered to do matriculation/pre-U in one of the schools in Malacca, namely Sekolah Sains Muzaffar Syah, famously known as Mozac. And there, histories were made.

Pic from here.
  1. The school is located on a hill. Each time when we went out for the weekly outing, we had to wait for the public transport downhill. And to go down there, apart from the main road, there is a flight of steps, which kalau tinggi sikit lagi dah sama macam tangga Batu Caves. Going down was a piece of cake. But going up after an outing was a different story whew!.
  2. During severe water crisis in Malacca, we were badly affected. The only source of water was from a water pipe located downhill. Imagine having to carry a pail almost full of water up the steps only to find half of the water splashed out along the way at wits' end.
  3. Being the most senior students in the school, we were sort of the outlaws. Occasionally late for morning assembly and often violated the off-lights time. If I remember it correctly, the switch-off time was at 11pm. And the poor prefect in charge of that week had to yell again and again, 'Dorm E!! Off lights!!'.There were recreation or sports time every afternoon when we had to leave our dorm clad in sports attire and expected to do some sports activities but being the outlaw, we spent our time in the canteen instead, to study/do homework/gossip. Letih betul nak ikut undang-undang budak-budak kecik ni... ha ha...laughing
  4. Being the most senior students in the school, some of us were keen to 'angkat' some of the juniors as 'adik angkat'. Macam la tak cukup ada adik sendiri winking.
  5. Being the student in the school, we had to wear same school uniforms: white baju kurung with light blue kain. With one exception, instead of wearing white school shoes, we were required to wear black shoes. And there was a different uniform for outings tongue.
  6. My sister who lives nearby occasionally came to visit and usually not empty-handed. Usually, there will be nasi lemak, enough to feed the whole dorm. Oh yes, a dorm was assigned specifically for the Matric students. Takkan nak campur dengan budak bawah umur kan...hee hee
  7. I had a favourite spot/table in the study room in the hostel. Shared together with a couple of my friends and a couple of juniors. I guess the other junior students understood the 'invisible' booking system coz we never saw other students use that table. Matric girls lain tak study kat study room sebab diorang dah tere...nerd
  8. I had my nickname established there and it stuck until todayrock on!.
  9. I met some of my bestest friends there big hug.
  10. The best of all, I met my husband there love struck.