Journal journey

Hari pertama. Sedang berusaha sehabis baik untuk menuliskan sesuatu secara rutin. Moga-moga lebih istiqamah Alhamdulillah, dapat bonding dengan anak-anak ke taman & kolam renang pagi ini. Alhamdulillah, kereta Mazda siap dibaiki & dihantar terus ke rumah oleh pomen. Alhamdulillah, bangah, nisa nuhaa & acubil semua kemas rumah bila ummi suruh. Alhamdulillah, dapat habiskan lipat baju 4 bakul.

Ujikaji Anak-anak

Tajuk ujikaji : Mengenalpasti anak-anak melalui respon kepada arahan

Objektif : Memahami bagaimana cara fikir anak-anak apabila menerima arahan.

Sampel : Ain, Utbah, Nisa’ & Nuhaa

Langkah-langkah :


Buat tayangan cerita kartun di komputer.
Benarkan anak-anak menonton cerita kartun.
Panggil seorang demi seorang untuk membantu menyidai kain di ampaian.

Pemerhatian : ( tidak mengikut susunan )

Sampel 1 :
Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain
***** : ala kenapa?! 

Sampel 2 :
Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain
***** : saya sorang je?!

Sampel 3 :

Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain
Sampel 3 terus bergerak ke belakang tanpa sebarang pertikaian. Dalam perjalanan, terdengar bunyi tangisan adik, dicubit oleh Sampel 3.

Sampel 4 :
Ummi : ****, tolong sidai kain
**** : **** dah agak dah ummi nak suruh sidai kain.

Kesimpulan :
Gelak aje lah ummi dengan telatah korang ni.

A Fight with An Idiot.

“Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience”

The famous quote by Mark Twain makes all sense to me today. There was a seller in this Shopee Apps that i used to buy a masquerade mask from, for kak ain’s event at her school. The event took place in the morning, 3 May. Purchased on 29 April 4 pm, the seller only submit the parcel to the PosLaju on the 30/4 6 pm where i have already received notification parcel ready on the 29/4 evening. To cut the story short, the parcel ended up reach her at 3/5 afternoon. She didn’t have chance to wear it. :(

I then rated the seller 2 stars, because it did not reach on time. The seller rudely messaged me and accused of trying to tarnish their reputation. Tsk tsk tsk. I don’t want to get angry nor getting the negative aura, then blocked him/her. 

He/she then crazily posted hate message (with a terrible English) for me at buyer rating and rated me as 2 stars ( later edited to 1 star ), inciting all sellers not to entertain customer like me. Haha. Pathetic. Sore loser.

Anyway i just wished him/her hope you sell plenty and get rich despite my rating. ( that was the reason he/she changed from 2 stars to 1 ). Suit yourself dear seller! I’m not going to play your game. You are definitely not my league. Hahaha.

Big L!

Kang Lan & Hari Hiba

Kang Lan atau Pakcik Roslan ( ada juga yang  menggelar pakcik agogo bila merujuk beliau pada zaman itu ) merupakan salah seorang staf pejabat di SMKAKS, sekitar 1994-1998. Beliau mengahwini Kak Aznaliza, ketika itu bergelar Pengurus Asrama. Aku masih ingat beliau enggan dipanggil kang olehku. “Ko budak2 lagi panggil pakcik aja”. Hari ini aku mengetahui, jarak umur kami tidak jauh langsung aku jadi kekok membahasakan dia sebagai pakcik, sementalah beliau masih lagi dalam perkhidmatan.
Beliau aku hubungi melalui aplikasi Whatsapp, setelah diberikan nombornya oleh Zaleha, junior satelit harapanku (walaupun belum bersua muka). Namanya timbul apabila duit tajaan iftar batchku masih berbaki untuk mengisi slot tajaan guru. Melalui syura’ batch 1998 bersetuju menaja kerusi beliau & isteri.
Sapaan ku di Whatsapp tidak dijawab, sebaliknya beliau membuat panggilan telefon kepadaku. Menjawab panggilan secara tetapan lalai, aku berkeras bertanya “nak cakap dengan siapa?” selepas beliau meminta aku memperkenalkan diri sejurus selepas aku menjawab “hello”. Aku tersedar apabila membanding nombor telefon yang terpapar dengan nombor yang telah aku sapa di WA, “eh kejap, ini pakcik roslan ya?” Tebakku yakin.Aku menyebut namaku dan Kang Lan menyambung “yang sekolah SMKA Kuala Selangor kan?” Aku jadi kaget, “Subhanallah, Kang Lan masih ingat saya?!” separa terjerit.
MasyaAllah sungguh terharu. Bual kami panjang. Kisah kegagalanku pada Pidato Piala Diraja dipetik lagi. Rupanya Kang Lan yang menghantar pasukan kami ke pertandingan tersebut. Sempat beliau membebelkan pegawai teknikal yg membetulkan mikrofon semasa aku sedang berucap, punca kelupaan ku, menurut anggapannya.😂😅
Dan beliau menghimbau memori tentang baba. “Kau anak khodi kan? Abah kau sehat?”
Kang Lan masih mengingati banyak maklumat tentang aku. “Iya kang, abah saya dah meninggal baru hujung tahun lepas”. Serentak menuturkan itu, rasa hiba menjentik hatiku. Dari siang, sehingga ke tarawih, air mata ku sekejap-sekejap mengalir sendiri. Dan masih mengalir semasa aku menyudahkan entri ini. Hiba. Rindu. Serentak aku tersedar, Ramadhan ini kali pertama tanpanya. 😢 Dalam kesedaranku, tidak pernah sekali pun aku menuturkan rindu baba, secara berhadapan. Ia bukan satu budaya dalam keluargaku. Baba, am benar-benar rindu.😭
Perbualanku dengan Kang Lan diakhiri dengan janji dari beliau untuk berbincang dengan isterinya perihal jemputan ke Majlis Iftitah, sempena sambutan Jubli Perak SMKAKS. Semoga kerusi-kerusi tersebut dapat diisi oleh beliau & isteri. Terima kasih Kang, mengingatkanku kepada Baba. AlFatihah.

Mama Saya

Foto pertama diambil ketika usai makan tengahari di restoran e-place. Mama & Dik Mas dalam perjalanan ke Bandar Enstek, bermalam di rumah Kak Bid, sebelum meneruskan agenda esok, pelayaran Islamik. Ini kali pertama mama berpergian setelah selesai eddahnya 4 bulan 10 hari. Kami bersama-sama menyarankan pelayaran islamik mengubati kesedihannya setelah pemergian Baba. Saya masih kelihatan sangat besar biarpun sudah berlindung di belakang mama. 😅

Foto kedua diambil sekembalinya Mama & Dik Mas daripada pelayaran islamik. Bermalam satu hari di Tanjong Malim, sekadar melepaskan kantuk & lelah Dik Mas yang memandu dari KLIA pulang ke Baling. Kesempatan ini tidak kami lepaskan untuk meraikan ulangtahunnya yang ke 65.

Selamat hari jadi Mama. Terima kasih atas segalanya. Sayang mama sangat-sangat, walau tak pernah diucap. Ada rasa janggal hendak menuturkan secara berhadapan. Saya sangat “reserved” dalam hal ini. Mungkin cara asuhan saya sedari kecil tidak menekankan perkara ini. Kendatipun, saya faham benar apa yang saya rasai. Redhakan saya dunia akhirat, Mama ❤️.

Taking a Break from FB

It is too overwhelming that I can’t handle  it anymore.
It is my birthday, i’m deactivating my FB.
Hopefully it’s a wise gift to myself.
I’m yet to decide whether it is temporarily or not.
This ramadhan will be the testing period.

Happy birthday me!

25 Nonsensical Things of Me

1. a sweet talker...they share their problem, i listen.. they ask for advises.. i just gave them crap...and they go “thanks a lot Am.. owe u!”
2. a big supporter of National Breastfeeding Policy
3. love sarcasm but suck at it
4. much more younger than the look ;) I can take that anyway..!
5. don't do high heels
6. art skills works well during stress
7. craving for that black Bonia boots just because they looked gorgeous on the display shelf
8. not into make-up, perfumes & handbags
9. prefer baking than cooking, unfortunately not good at both
10. easily remember people birthday though didn’t plan to
11. not into Siti Nurhaliza, (but my other-half is a fan)
12. don't really shows true emotion
13. very short- tempered but seldom scold people because I usually burst into tears after doing so.
14. keeping mouth shut is a sign of protest/anger
15. love to read and love to share things I've read though it is not important at all
16. couldn't answer "what time is now?" spontaneously by looking at the analog clock..have to do a little bit of calculation..pathetic!?
17. was among the first to have name written in the discipline record in 1995, after climbing up the 'mushroom' and being caught in action.
18. the only sport that i'm good at is chess... (and technically it is not even a sport)
19. prefer talking on the phone than texting
20. looking forward to run my own business.. that's what I've dreamt of since kid.
21. though i like marketing (and i think i'm good at it), being a part in multi-level-marketing is definitely not me.
22. suck at programming but that's what i do now
23. enjoy cleaning toilets, doing laundry and ironing clothes rather than sweeping floor, doing dishes and tidying bed.
24. can't do shopping alone. it's either a bad choice or coming home empty handed
25. can sleep easily.. that's a gift from God!;)

quite an archive! 

Archieve Extraction

I was digging some old stuff when i stumble upon archive from my older blog, so i thought, hey, what if i move it here! Well, you know, some memorable stuff ;) it's not like people gonna read anyway. I mean, who blogs nowadays, when we have facebook rite!

Sadly, i could not move the comments together, but who cares! hehe

Pause and Reflect : The HLP journey - 1

I'm in my second semester, and it's getting harder that i couldn't barely breathe. ;) of course not the literal meaning. haven't really got time sit back and ponder upon what have i gone through so far.

I just got back from meeting my dedicated supervisor, whom i totally respect for his commitment of lecturing. Of my standard, there are two type of teachers ( or lecturers ). One are those who teach or lecture with assumption, the class already understand things they are talking about, and the other one, assume the class have no background idea of the subject matter and will try their very best to make it understandable. For almost all the time, i prefer the latter and he's one of those. And i thank Allah for that!
We have met several times, and he'll be away for Deepavali holiday next week, yet he asked me to present the chapter 1 and 2 next week. The good news is that, i will able to follow the track closely, but on the contrary, i haven't start yet. not even a title! tsk tsk!

O Allah, if this HLP thingy benefits me and my deen, guide me through it well!
Ameen...

endnote : just a ramble from a messed up mind.

a comeback

been a while since i last wrote! this will be short and quick. just to record my life achievement for today

1- full settlement of PTPTN ;) alhamdulillah... managed to get the less 20% offer! met Cikgu Arbaidah, my KH teacher, back in SMKAKS, there in Wisma MRCB. She remembers me as well, truly touched! we had a short chat and suddenly her queue number been called... then i walked out of the office.

2- meeting my supervisor to discuss about the special topic.. after 2 weeks of headache on picking the suitable one! ;)

3- logging in to the blog after sometimes! ;)

4- recovering from fever

Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal

Satu hari yang pokai

Adik bongsuku, Dik Mas semasa kecil, punya sifat inkuiri yang sangat tinggi hinggalah aku memberinya gelaran Inspektor Gadjet.. owh juga Penyiasat Remaja ( without her knowing of course.. haha.. harap2 dia tak baca entri ni). Walaupun ini adalah refleksi jati diri yang tinggi, kadang kala boleh buat orang naik darah juga.

Dik Mas paling suka menyelongkar beg sekolahku bila pulang dari asrama. Kebiasaannya dia berjaya mendapatkan coklat, gula-gula atau jajan yang aku sorokkan dalam beg, bimbang dimarah mama.

Nisa aku kira mewarisi sifat ini dari MakSu nya. Sekarang dia gemar menyelongkar dompetku, mengeluarkan segala macam kertas yang ada. Sekonyong dia menjumpai syiling, langsung dia menarik tangan ku.

 "Mi, amek tu!" menunjukkan ke arah tabung robotnya yang terletak di atas televisyen di ruang tamu.

Langsung syiling itu dimasukkan dalam tabungnya.

Satu hari dia berhasil mengosongkan dompetku untuk kali kesekiannya dan aku betul-betul terlupa sehinggalah, Murni teman sepejabat mengajakku keluar minum pagi. Waktu itu baru aku sedar aku tidak punya duit barang seringgit pun. Owh anak! huhu

 Lewat pagi itu, Ujang melalui YM bertanya pada aku apakah aku punya sedikit wang di akaun Maybank untuk dipindahkan secara atas talian ke akaunnya. 

"Alhamdulillah, k.am lah penyelamat saya. Saya malas nak pegi bank nih!" katanya sambil menghulurkan beberapa keping wang RM sebagai tukaran pindahan itu. 

Allah.. Allah... 

Dan manakah nikmat tuhan yang mahu kamu dustakan...

"Anak ke adik?"

Ita selesai mengemaskini rekod pelajar baru mendaftar hari itu. Tetikus diarahkan ke ikon 'Save', diklik, kemudian mencari ikon pintu keluar.

"Are you sure to quit?"

Sistem memaparkan kekotak pengesahan. Ita memilih 'Yes'.

Matanya mengerling jam dinding di ruang hadapan.

"Masya Allah, dah nak maghrib.. macam mana boleh tak perasan ni!"

Ita menoleh sekeliling. Lengang. Dia keseorangan. Teman-teman sepejabat sudah pun pulang ke rumah. Kesibukannya membuatkan dia tidak menyedarinya. Dan itu sudah mejadi lumrah di musim pendaftaran pelajar baru.

Ita segera memberi arahan 'Shut down' kepada komputer. Selesai mengemas ruang kerjanya, Ita bergerak ke pintu keluar, mengunci pintu utama sebelum turun menuju kereta. Sudah menjadi rutin orang yang terakhir keluar pejabat, perlu mengunci pintu dan menyerahkan kunci di pondok pengawal.

******

Samsul membaca akhbar yang ada di hadapannya.

"Malaysia capai sasaran 41 emas".

"Hoh, paper zaman bila nih!", omel Samsul seorang diri.

Namun, akhbar itu terus ditatapnya bagi menghilangkan bosan. Jam di tangannya dilihat sekilas.

"Eh, baru 7.15, gelap macam dah maghrib!"

Petang gelap itu Samsul bertugas di Pintu Utara. Menunggu staff berkerja lebih masa menghantar atau mengambil kunci.

******

Ita tiba di pondok pengawal Pintu Utara dengan Kancilnya.

"Owh, En Samsul bertugas hari ini", kata Ita dalam hati, kebetulan Samsul itu memang dikenalinya kerana pernah berkursus bersama.

Menggenggam segugus kunci, Ita menuju ke pondok itu, tersenyum.

*****

Bacaan Samsul terganggu dek bunyi enjin kereta yang mendekati tempatnya.

Samsul mengangkat kepalanya, tersenyum.

"Rajin betul si Ita ni buat OT."

Samsul memandang tepat ke sebelah kiri Ita sejurus Ita tiba di kaunter pemulangan kunci.

Ita menghulur gugusan kunci itu kepada Samsul.

"Anak ke adik?", Samsul cuba beramah.

Ita terdiam. Wajahnya berubah.



(adaptasi dari kisah sebenar)

A Bouquet

Never once in my previous days that i received a bouquet for any occasions. Not even during my graduation let alone birthdays or anniversaries. Fresh flowers of course.
hope i didn't sound pathetic! ;)  )

I couldn't care less as i am not into. It is such a waste to spend on presents which can only last for what... a week?
which will end up in trash. It cost a fortune too!
Flowers are always at best when they are left blooming on their twigs.

I rather opt for artificial flowers. They are cheaper and most important, long lasting. They also can be beautifully arranged too.

Only yesterday i received  a bouquet of roses, white and red from my fellow students as a souvenir for assisting their program. It was OPS KAB. I felt good instead. Maybe that is the reason why people don't mind spending on fresh flowers! ;)

Thanks to milin, the program director for such a beautiful present!
And for make it into my 'first-to' list.
;) 

Happy 3rd Birthday Utbah

I hardly could find time and ideas to blog nowadays.
Ok, I rephrase, a lot of ideas has been wasted because I didn’t manage my time properly.
But when it comes to the kids, I forced myself to blog, even a single paragraph.

So, Utbah is now 3.
Warm wishes from his aunts and uncles had been received on his Facebook wall's.
O yeah, he got one, though he is yet to write or read. ;)

Meeting Onique

"Kite punye interview pukul 8.30 kat Bilik 8, Tadahan Utara, huhu, gelabah ni"
The text message from her that i received early morning.
Onique was my junior back in secondary school, which is 13 years ago. 
She was called for DPLI interview here at my workplace.
Getting my phone number from Angah, she called earlier last week as she used to read somewhere in my blog, (i mean my previous one), that i am working here!
She was seeking for 'Rumah Tamu' but seems failed to reach the person in-charge.


I was in the middle of my coding thingy when the call came in.
The introduction went long. The image of her was quite blurry at first.
I wasn't sure whether she mentioned 'Wani' or 'Onique' but one thing for sure i heard her saying 'batch Angah', in which there at least 3 (or is it 4) of them being called 'Wani'.

Knowing that she will be coming, i offered a room to her at my house.
"takpe lah, kite segan.. lagipun kite datang ngan family in-law kite"  said her.
I gave her the contact number of the officer who might help her. The least i can do.

And i met her today after her interview. And she's Onique, not Wani or whatsoever. ;)
We chatted while waiting for her family to picked her up. Caught up with her few updates about each other.

It feels great.
Really great.
Indeed.

It is such a joy to get in touch with old friends.
It is such a bless to be remembered.
Thanks onique, you made my day!

1st Year of My Nisa'

Her journey into our life started on this date, last year.
Ok, obviously it started way back.
Surviving a 40-weeks-journey in the tummy and then to this momentary world
she is nothing but ecstasy!
Immediately the pain gone astray when i first held her in my arms.

It was four days later than the expected.
The O&G Expert, Dr Hamidah recommended induction.
Misoprostal it may seems.
Clearly i forgot to ask her on the benefits, disadvantages of the procedure.

Yet, all just went well, praise be to the Almighty for that.
And welcoming Khairunnisa', at 1.27 pm, moment after i finished my lunch.
You really know to time your arrival kiddo! ;)
Haven't blog anything about her ever since.
Definitely not denying the fact that she's among the god's greatest gift to us,
i am just plain lazy. ;)

For her first birthday, nothing particularly special.
No celebration, none whatsoever.
Not even a single memorable photo.
Just a simple pink dress yet very nice, a present from our good neighbor.
She even down with fever. Pity her!

Nonetheless, dearest nisa'
those celebration is nothing compared to your existence to me, to us, our small colorful family.
I'll try to write more about you, so you know how wonderful you are!
And perhaps, one day, they will be your treasure when i'm no longer here!
Happy 1st birthday dik cha!

Langsir Biji Remia

ISBN 978-967-0201-13-9
Karya : Noor Suraya
Siri Si Manis 17 - Jemari Seni Publishing Sdn Bhd
Cetakan Pertama 2011


Sebetulnya aku berjaga malam ini untuk menyiapkan kertas cadangan penyelidikan untuk permohonan HLP, Kementerian Pengajian Tinggi, namun LBR menggodaku untuk menghadapnya hingga selesai. Ternyata novel terbaru tulisan Kak Su ini tidak mengecewakan, sebagaimana novel-novel beliau yang terdahulu, sehinggakan aku teruja mendahulukan ulasan novel ini di blog, melebihi cadangan penyelidikanku, biarpun zaman 'si-manis-17' ku telah lama berakhir. Hihi ;)


Blurbnya tidak akan disalin di sini. Sila anda tatapi dari belakang kulit novelnya. Novel setebal 263 mukasurat ini aku kelaskan sebagai novel cinta patuh syariah ( ewah, macam kaunter saham pulak ye shariah compliant segala macam ) yang harus dibaca oleh muda mudi yang sedang bercinta, untuk gambaran lebih jelas mengenai darjat cinta kepada manusia. Meladeninya membuat aku terasa seperti membaca pengalaman kisah benar.


Novel ini mengisahkan Umair anak muda lulusan luar negara yang menyimpan rasa terhadap anak jiran sebelah rumahnya sejak usianya 13 tahun, kira-kira 10 tahun yang lalu. Keadaan memisahkan mereka dan pertemuan semula berlaku sekembalinya beliau dari luar negara. Tekad Umair untuk memperisterikan Duha, gadis yang digilainya sejak zaman anak-anak tergugat apabila wajah di sebalik purdah itu ditatapnya.


Duha Hafa, gadis kacukan Melayu-Gurjerati merupakan anak tunggal pasangan Dr Hud dan Puan Taslima, terlibat dalam satu kebakaran kira-kira 3 tahun yang lalu. Demi menyelamatkan nenek saudaranya, Tok Su Enap, Duha mengalami kecederaan parah pada wajahnya, memungkinkan kecacatan kekal dan tekanan inferiority complex dalam dirinya.

Garapan kemas Kak Su kali ini, aku kira cukup rencah, asam dan garamnya. Menghadam LBR sepanjang lebih kurang 4 jam membuatkan aku terlupa pada si kecil, Nisa' yang masih mendamba lullaby mengulit tidurnya. (Sorry sayang...) Epilog novel ini mengajak pembaca berfikir tentang hakikat cinta manusia, memaknai hakikat kecantikan itu perlu dilihat dari hati, tentang 'there is always a blessing in disguise'.

Sebagai satu usaha dakwah dari Kak Su, aku fikir novel ini berjaya menyampaikan seruan kembali kepada agama kepada pembaca dengan cara yang sungguh santai tanpa memberi input yang terlalu akademik untuk difahami. Sungguh aku terhibur dengan setiap lenggok cerita, setiap langgam bahasa dalam LBR ini.

Owh, aku bertemu Ain Najwa semula (yang aku kenali lewat Keranamu Ain, CESB) dalam LBR ini. Kisah cinta agung Ain terhadap suaminya sungguh memotivasikan, harus ditelah oleh para pembaca.

Bagaimanakah pengakhiran LBR? Siapakah Ahmad Muhsin yang hadirnya saat Duha sedang merawat hati? Apakah yang berlaku kepada Umair? Siapa pula Tamara Winstedt? Terekoilah sendiri dalam LBR! 'It is best value for money'.

Terbaeekk! ( ikut nada Tok Aba dalam Boboi-Boy... hiks )

Cartaku : *****

Buat Wanita Terungggul

Mama, 
Selamat Hari Lahir ke-58
Selamat Hari Ibu
Semoga hidupmu dalam keberkatan.
Terima kasih atas segalanya.

Another Year Older, Another Year Wiser

Age is just a number.
Still, being 30 indicates I am no more young.
There's a lot of things in my list that I'm yet to achieve.

I used to be someone who planned my life ahead.
Due to a few circumstances, some item in the plan didn't execute well and really taken me aback.
I then decided to go with the flow,
though with all due respect, i am fully aware of "He who fail to plan,plan to fail : Winston Churcill".


As a result of frustration (or may be just being childish, hehe), the list, i have stop looking at it for the past few years. Just a lame excuse for not accomplishing something that could be proud of. hehe.


Life is short. Make it worth living.
But always remember, wal akhiratu khayran wa abqa.
Someone wrote that in my 23rd birthday card.


I have to move on, grow up, for everything happened for a reason.
Just put your trust in Him, InsyaAllah.
Everything is going to be just fine!


Going through the list again. Some of the item need to be slashed out.
Some need to be rephrase. Some should remain in the list, until the last chapter of my life.

I'm going to write it all here, or may be not all.
Just for my personal reference. Case they inspire you to make a change in your life, feel free to copy my list. hehe ;)


Disclaimer : The numbering does not reflect the weight. It is just things that come first in to mind.


1- to publish my own book/s. not necessary novel! ;)
2- to generate 5k per month passive income by 40
3- to pursue studies, as highest as possible
4- to have my own enterprise, probably in early childhood education field
5- to get a 4wd, an SUV is my preference. (i got an eye for Q7! hehe)
6- to retire by 45, resting at home, managing businesses
7- to grow old with him & kids
8- to compose my own original song, not necessary to be sung by a popular artist
9- to have a signature kitchen and by that i did not mean the props ;)
10- to perform haj before 40
11- to get slim and of course healthy ( dont laugh!)
12- to organize a camp to my former schools, especially, SMKAKS, particularly motivation camp
13- to conduct a memorable training
14- to sew baju raya for the kids
15- to cook for the kids everyday for them to bring to school, like my mom did
16- to travel around the globe (seriously ek?? since when did i like travel nih??)
17- to get involved in training and consultancy
18- to teach Quran to the kids, myself
19- to design my own house, the interior is what i mean
20- to become an NLP practitioner

and the list goes on.. ;)
Happy 30th birthday to me!

she turns 5

Ain turns 5.
Owh, time really flies!

We went celebrating with a journey to Ipoh by Electric Train Service.
'We' in the picture are Ayah, Mak, Makcik Jasni, Uda, Murni, Intan, Along n me, plus the kids.
The kids, lead by Ain, followed by Utbah, Hafsah, Aisyah, Maryam and Nisa. Wrote their names according to their ages.
The kids only obviously! ;)

Too bad i didn't got a chance to snap any picture to be uploaded together with this entry.
Note to self : gi kecek kat ayah balik kampung kang k!

That was my first time on ETS.
A single ticket cost RM 35 for adult, RM22 for kids (4 years and above)
A return is a bit cheaper, RM 25 for adult and RM 17 for kids.
With 8 adults and 6 kids (5 of them don't need tickets, but due to some misunderstanding, along already bought the tickets for them and sadly, we couldn't asked for refund).. just do the math! Quite an expensive celebration, imho!
What to say, cucu sulung atok la katakan...

The waiting lounge was comfy. So do the couch.
The train moved at approximately 120kmph. It took about 2 hours and 15 minutes to arrive in Ipoh. It's like traveling by car. Awesome!
Definitely a worth method of traveling, yet the fare is a bit burden especially to the frequent travelers.

The journey didn't planned very well. Upon arriving, we were a bit lost. Where to go? What to do? What are the interesting place in Ipoh? Where to celebrate? ::sighed:: I came out with a suggestion, "Lost World of Tambun!"
We took 2 cabs to get there. Unfortunately, due to improper attire, we couldn't get in.

Owh, i had never been there! I really thought that the water park is as the same as Sunway Lagoon, where they have a shopping mall beside. Apparently not! :( Huhu!Ipoh is not really a good choice for cuti-cuti Malaysia. No offence orang Ipoh ye!

i was just quoting the taxi driver, an Ipoh-born Chinese guy.

Change of plan, we went to the nearest shopping mall. It's Giant. I told the story to one of my colleagues, another Ipoh-born lady, and she found it very funny!"Selangor tadde Giant ye?.... sampai ke Ipoh peginye...hehehe"
Yeap.. i found it very funny too!

Ayah and along lost thier Bonia & Hush Puppies at the surau. Uda had to buy new sandals for them. Ayah was so cool..."Dah bukan rezeki kita.. nak buat cemana!" huhuhu...

Reached home @ TM at about 7.30 pm
I was extra exhausted. Let alone Ain.
She was already asleep in Aunt Anis MyVi.
Nisa' & Utbah still had spare energy! They rocks still! Aduhaiiii....
That's the kids world! ;) Had to bear with it!
It's an unforgettable celebration after all!

Happy 5th Birthday dear daughter, Ainul Mardheeyah.
Am really proud to have you in my live!
Hamdallah!