I have only been in Bali once. Few years ago. And I wrote something about the trip in my other blog space which has been long-abandoned.

Another episode related to Bali was a few months ago. Hubby and I happened to be in Bangsar South City. The only reason we were there was because the headquarters for Takaful Ikhlas is there and we have some matters to settle over there. Killing 2 birds with one stone, we finished our business in Takaful and we had lunch there.

One of the outlets is a restaurant called Bali Feel. Small but nice restaurant. And we had these:

Kenangan Balifeel dish. Did I imagine I'm in Bali while eating this dish? Nope. But it was a nice dish. Well, with the price of RM12, kalau tak nice, tak tau la...

Nasi Goreng Kitamani. Well, it is stated as Kitamani in the menu but I think it should be Kintamani, the name of one of the villages in Bali.

Es Cendol. Hubby ordered this but I ended up finishing it. I liked it better than the Es Teller .

Couldn't write more about the dishes. This was a few months back and I suppose I need to go back to Balifeel again to refresh the feeling .

My 3rd daughter, Syahidah, enrolled in Standard 1 this year. She has no problems in terms of separation anxiety or first-day-of-school-induced anxiety After all, she has been going to pre-school since she was 4. But one thing which was obvious, it was tiring for her . Previously, she only went to morning school from 8 am which ended at 11.30 am but now, she went to school as early as 7 am and only back at home at 1 pm. Then at 2.30 pm, off to the Islamic school, back at home again at 6 pm. Poor kid. But I guess  I have to rely on kids' super ability to adapt to things and to adjust their mind and body to the daily schedule.

One day, back from the Islamic school, she related this story:

Syahidah: Mak, tadi cikgu tanya siapa nak jadi penolong ketua kelas.

              Mom, the teacher asked us who would like to be the class leader's assistant.

Me: Syahidah angkat tangan ke?

      Did you put up your hand?

Syahidah: Ha'ah, Syahidah pun angkat tangan, jadi la penolong ketua 

              kelas.

              Yes, I did, and I became the class leader's assistant.

Me: Syahidah sorang je ke angkat tangan?

      Were you the only one who volunteered?

Syahidah: Tak la. Ada lagi yang lain angkat tangan. Tapi tak ramai

               yang sokong diorang.

               No. There were others. But they didn't get enough supporters.

Me: Ooo... ramai yang sokong Syahidah ek?

      Ooo... lots of people supported you then?

Syahidah: Haah, semua kawan Syahidah sokong.

              Yes, all my friends supported me.

On 6th January:

Syahirah Nor Ain was born 9 years ago with the birth weight of 2.56 kg. But now, she has grown up, in fact taller for her age. Just short a couple of inches from her 12-year-old sister. Looking at her, I can't believe that she was the tiny baby which I once hold in my arms. It is quite an amazement to see her growing . Soon, she will be even taller than me . 

She has the love for food and when it came to her favorite dishes, she would definitely ask for second helping (and sometimes for third). And I often teased her by rubbing her full stomach each time she finished a meal. This year, she started the countdown to her birthday way back since December. And she already made up her mind what present she wanted for her birthday. I just love to tease her by saying that this year, her birthday is postponed to next year or this year, there's no 6th of January .

On 6th January as well:

Syafiqah Nor Aisyah was born 6 years after Syahirah. During her first year  of life, I had a maid who take care of her while I'm working. Then when we terminated the maid, we send Syafiqah to a nursery. She changed a lot following that. Initially, she's too clingy, fearful of unfamiliar faces (including my parents and other relatives whom we don't meet frequently) and reluctant to mix and play together with kids her age (such as her cousins). But after being sent to the nursery, her social skills improved and I'm very glad of the positive changes.

Well, of course, there are a few setbacks of sending a kid to a nursery such as prone to infectious illnesses and the vocabularies that she picked up from the others in the nursery. Once I heard her singing (in her 'pelatness', of course) this modified birthday song:

Happy birthday to you,

Cikgu panggil kamu,

Kamu buat tak tau,

Cikgu lempang kamu.

Yikes!!! Kids absorbed like a sponge eh?

Anyhow, wishing my dear girls a very happy birthday. They may share the same birthdate and have a special bonding between them but each has her own uniqueness and characteristics. May they grow up to be good muslimahs. Amiinn...