Smart, tricks

Last week:

Harith and his parents went to UMMC for his regular injections and check ups. I guess they had discussions about his progress and all sorts.

When they came home, I was told Professor Paul Tay (who had delivered him) commented the followings:
* Harith is supposed to start eating on his own.
* Harith is supposed to hold his milk bottle himself.
* Harith this, Harith that...

Okay, so we negotiated with him,

"If you don't want to hold the bottle yourself, you won't get this milk" as taught by Prof.

Hafiz tried in the morning. I tried in the afternoon.

Episode One:
When Hafiz tried, he let off the bottle, crying, sulking for a few minutes and had to be pacified, which took quite some time to be comforted. So, he won. Uncle Hafiz lost the first battle.

In the afternoon, I tried. Guess how he reacted? He gave similar little cry , putting away his hands, stiffen them and let off the bottle from his mouth. A few minutes later, he laughed and lied down on his tummy. Believe it or not? AND Like it or not, I had to put the milk bottle into his mouth and he finished the whole bottle lying tummy down without holding the bottle.

Okay, he won!

I thought he had forgotten the "deal"... so, this afternoon, he asked for the milk. When I was ready to feed him, he was already on his tummy. with hands stiff and putting by his sides. Hahahahaha, smart Harith. Okay, he won.

He knew IT! Had he hold the bottle, we would not be with him, by his side... clever little Amir Harith.

The look of victory on his face... "Yay! I triumphed!" said Harith

Busy WEDNESDAY

This morning:

I first went with my eldest daughter to the hospital to get some medicine for some insect bites. Not a very long wait, probably it was due to a queued-jumping . Once I got my medicine, Hafiz came to fetch me with Harith strapped in his seat and we went to Diyanah's hostel to get all her belongings, home. Meanwhile, I had my breakfast there ... quite late though... it was almost 10:00a.m. Before leaving, I bought some dishes for our lunch. They were quite cheap.

I accompanied Diyanah up to her twin-sharing room on level 7. Two trips with our hands full on each trip, down to the car. Once her stuffs were packed in the car, home we came. Harith's sleeping time drew nearer. He was making so much noise. I was on this laptop, checking mails and reading comments in my blog. Happy that I managed to make new friends.

Then Hafiz and Diyanah had to go to the stamping office for Hafiz's scholarship forms. Harith and I were left at home. Another alarm came from Harith. He needed his milk, another one.? Once settled and sound asleep, I started feeling hungry and had my lunch while watching the News @ One Thirty at almost 1:45pm. .. .. not so nice to hear...another Air France's mishap, yet again?

Then, back to this laptop... another phone call from the (now got its correct name) Cyber Jaya University College of Medicine... giving details of what to bring along tomorrow morning for registration. How about her belongings? Are we going into the hostels? NOPE! Nor allowed. They would be housed in the elite Cyber Jaya Smart Home housing estate. Their buses and vans would transport the student sinto these homes. We just have to send her for registration and leave her there...in the college which is situated at this prestigious INVENT QJaya Building.

One of the items to be brought tomorrow is a 5 piece-colored photogrphs which Diyanah said, no problem at all because she has 40 pieces of them with her!!! Lol!

Again!!! I am very lucky as Hafiz is still around to help. Sister Zaza is taking leave to see her off and Papa (my sil) is taking leave to take care of Harith... Hafiz would be back to his campus (now 2nd year degree in Industrial Computer) on the 4th of July to resume hi studies. His campus is 350 kilometers away, approximate.

By next week, life should be back to "normal" with no more helping hands around . Otherwise it was , "Hafiz, please see to Harith for me", Hafiz this, Hafiz that... NO more luxury, no one to drive me around and no more pop in and out of shopping malls. I would have to drive myself and handle things like before his 2 months long holiday...May-June........sob, sob, sob!

ALAS! Aloha Diyanah, Aloha Hafiz. Be on your way to "seek success and build your future from now on"... All The Best and May Allah Bless you all the way. Amin.

NO POST FOR MONDAY, TUESDAY

MONDAY morning:

8:30a.m: getting ready to go for my religious class nearby, at KGPA.

8:50a.m: had breakfast, a plate of mixed fried fine noodle (bee hoon) with fat yellow noodles... sitting alone at the table while watching "have forgotten what"... golfing stuffs.

9:20a.m: went upstairs into the banquet hall. Before I was seated, a friend offered me
a slice of steamed cake. Chatted for while about this cake, told her that mine turned out to be an albino because I did wait for the caramel to be brown. Looking across, I saw an old friend from college. We invited ourselves for lunch on campus (UM).

9:30a.m:our teacher started the class.

12:00noon: as soon as the formal lecture stopped and just as Q & A session was about
to begin, we signaled each other and left. Otherwise, there would be along queue to reach the traffic light down the lane.

After lunch, we each went our separate ways and home we got. Resting and then running errands. Did not touch this laptop...

TUESDAY

a.m: spending time with my grandson, Harith and Hafiz in the house.

11:30 a.m: missed a phone call from this important office. It must have been about
Diyanah , my youngest daughter. What now...

2:13p.m: Received Diyanah's sms. The sponsor (JPA) for her scholarship called.
Another offer!

Goodness ME! AND I was to accept the offer on behalf of my daughter, what????
Another decision making in a haste??? Am I going to make a blunder this time? Is this the correct one for her? I better called someone to find out, thought I.

2:20p.m: I got through to JPA office and spoke to one officer. Apparently, the Russian Medical course's scholarship is not convertible for Local Government Univ. , instead it's for studying in our local Private Univ. So, after getting the name and telephone number of this new private medical college, I contacted the Human Resource Manager. Not quite satisfied, for a second opinion I called the Deputy Vice Chancellor (Academic) at the University Diyanah is currently studying. After much deliberation, I was satisfied with all the positive comments from him. He was also Harith's Mama's former lecturer in the same university when she was studying medic. some years ago and my PIC's former classmate in UM when she was doing medic before to do Econs in USM.

4:19p.m: Another call from JPA. This time, I have to give my final answer to accept or
not to accept because they want to key in her name and send it to this new college.

Since it was noted that this Cyber Jaya Medical College is reputable and recognised by the MMC (Malaysian Medical Council), with no hesitation and second thoughts, I replied:

"We accept"... This time, I did not feel that I was making wrong decision for my youngest daughter anymore.

So, by 5:00p.m., after her class she called and asked what was my answer to the JPA officer or shall we discuss later that night?

"No need Diyanah, I already made the decision for you and it's final. You are to register in CBMC on Thursday, 2nd July at 9;30a.m. Tomorrow, you shall inform your lecturer that you are leaving and check out from the hostel. Then, you shall pack up and leave." I said, in one breath.

"Oh! You already gave them the answer? Oooo, ok." said Diyanah.

And what followed after this conversation was probably:
* she's a bit upset about leaving her good friends
*busy packing, gathering her stuff
*making arrangements when we could fetch her and her stuffs... and so on!

SENIOR MOMENT

This morning, the registration for the first year students in the university campus close by, began. We avoided the normal passage through the campus to Ampang Jaya for Sunday's religious class. AND today also, we were supposed to meet a blogger friend which was set in the afternoon before.

Somehow, after our class, we were unsuccessful in contacting him via phones. We took a drive and got caught in the campus jam. Under the circumstances, WE have zilch idea where to begin but somehow, we drove up to the second college near the Hospital University. Failing to get through numerous calls, we drove out and went home.

Apparently, my "blogger family" friends cum relatives, had already arrived at the Golf Club nearby. Grabbing my handbag and with Hafiz tagging along, we drove out and reached the club in no time, to find them waiting patiently in the lobby of the coffee house on the terrace.

Meanwhile, Harith, his Mama, Papa and Aunty Zaza were leaving to attend two different wedding receptions, so they did not join us.

This family except their mom, are all bloggers. The youngest blogger, as mentioned before, (assuming in the world) also comes from this family. He is now six. After greeting each other, we headed for the coffee house and ordered our food. The five-bloggers, should be called the A Team.

Karim, their father, is also an ardent blogger. The traffic in his blog is enormous and kept on increasing by the hour (as he mentioned). He sends postings every now and then. This motivate his children to follow greatly. A very supportive and high motivation father, he is.

I have no pictures taken, so nothing was to share until one of them started posting about our meet in his/her blog later. Karim took pictures of us...

We started ordering our food beginning with "Kuey Teow Beef Ginger"(broad, flat noodles cooked in corn flour savory sauce with beaten eggs, ginger and beef) , then went on to "Chinese Fried Rice", and "Mamak Fried Noodle". Drinks were juices of guava, water melon and, and, and, oh MY! I forgot what did Hafiz ordered. Sorry Fiz.

We chatted for almost two hours about almost everything we have been doing in our volunteer work... leaving not much space for the kids to interrupt neither joining in. Hafiz was quiet. He was just listening to us. Hani (the children's mom) and me, we were dominating the "lunch meet" with lots to share.

Then by three something, it was time to leave... I signalled to Hafiz to go to the counter for our bill. Had it not been for him getting up to check, I would have been in an embarrassed state... WHY? "Senior Moments" had set in. In the rush just then, I totally forgot that my purse was in my other bag that carried my writing materials and my book. While Hafiz was at the counter, I took a look into my handbag. I saw a few black items but never seen my purse! OMG! Luckily Hafiz carried some cash! Slowly, I zipped my handbag and "pretended" nothing had happened.

Thank you Hafiz for coming to the rescue!!!!! And saved Mummy's embarrassment of the year!

NOT APRICOT JAM

On our way out to an afternoon wedding reception, Hafiz was asking which way to take to reach the 28 km destination.

"Today is a Saturday Fiz." I made a statement, half leaving the facts behind, in my mind.

"Why? What about Saturday?" a natural question was shot by Hafiz.

"People from the private sectors are working you know?" said I.

"oooooh!" Hafiz, giving a brief respond.

"Okay, we shall take the NKVE route then" half ordering him.

Tralala, tralala LA!LA LA!!!! Osh Kosh Bigosh!

"Look Hafiz!!!! the massive jam has started"... it was only five minutes away from the first toll house. Perhaps... perhaps there might have been a major accident ahead. We were just going round a sharp bend joining the highway... so we couldn't see anything... specially when our views were shielded by huge and heavy vehicles.

I went quiet, limp with words, yet not totally disappointed because the vehicles were moving, though at a snail pace. The sun was at its hottest and brightest, a mid day hot sun yet hazy from the forest burning in our neighboring country, Indonesia. Admittedly also, from the light and heavy vehicles emitting smoke each second of our lives.

It was a boring ride... Scrounging deep into my not-so big-handbag, out came my cam. Once my phone cam started clicking, it would not stop until the battery went out. Then, something caught my attention and ideas to write came along. Honestly, could you guess what this is?

Okay, okay, now you know the answer... YES! It was an un-wraped "thingy" joining the jam and its long miserable journeyto its destination... either to the nearest toll house that tax our dough or further away that only "thingy" knew.

"Thingy" was right in front of us, un sheltered, un boxed, totally exposed, and was relaying its message to me via telepathy, it was thirsty. Yes, thirsty it was. Unfortunately, the HUGE water tank was too far away from the highway... and certainly was unreachable! A HUGE campaign was displayed on its structured tank, "JIMATKAN AIR" which means "SAFE THE WATER". "Thingy" couldn't reach out. It was on the far right side of the highway situated in an exclusive housing estate. Sorry, thingy! I am thirsty too...

mmmmmmmmm

Somehow, the wedding invitation that reached me via my hand phone had led us into several town halls... (as I learned later from one of the guests), there were altogether 32 of them in this city.

The first was an MBSA reception hall at Section 11. It was a wrong one. Confidently (as always), I walked in with a long stride because I was hungry. The groom's parents greeted us. When confirmed that it was not the one we intended to attend we left although they politely invited us to join.

It was almost half past three, the invitaion noted that it lasted until 4:00p.m. Would we be on time? So Hafiz managed a few menouverings to reach to this prestigious MBSA Banquet Hall. It was the right one. But as we entered, the hall was still crowded. The parents to the bride, was no where to be seen. We were in the middle of their guests' attention. Not long after, we located them (Haji Wan Hamid and his wife Norida) in beautiful and gorgeous blue attire and went up to greet with blessings. Worries went away! The food were still plentiful, hahahha (that mattered too). The normal half hour ride, took us more than one and a half hour's drive in the "Not Apricot JAM".

THE OPTICIAN

TODAY, Friday the 26th, we need to go to the optician because Uncle Hafiz's spectacles broke (last evening) at the bracket end piece.

So, the three of us got into our car, which had received heavy showers the day before and looking quite not-so-clean. Harith was strapped onto his comfy car seat, Memee aka me "the grandma blogger" (looks like it's unofficially official and everyone in this household has accepted this name to be called by him) seated by his side and Uncle Fiz was practically handling (?) the wheel. Zooooooooom! There we went, up the slope, stopped to lock the gate, left we turned and out onto the freeway, Jalan Sultan Abu Bakar!


On our way to the England Optical shop, Harith was so looking forward to see the optician.(as if he knew him). He was forever so wide-eyed and full of zest whenever we took him for a drive.  Each drive was definitely enjoyable to him.

After a long wait, we decided to ascend the covered multi-storey car park. Upon arrival, he walked into the shop looking bewildered and half-wondering where we were, with glass cabinets all around, on the floor, on the walls, there were plenty of display spectacle frames with lights shining from the ceiling and on every nook and corners.

Harith was enjoying looking at the glasses while the optician told us, including himself, they are "New Arrivals".  He has ideas what they were since he is used to seeing us wearing spects in this family (me and Hafiz). I noticed the signage had been there faithfully, since my last visit with his Mama to make my sunglasses (as a gift from Mama) on a Mother's Day in the year 2008. The cabinet evidently proved me right from wrong... I saw a few dead insects in the display cabinet...cht, cht, cht... I did not take pictures simply because I didn't intend to embarrass them...

Leaning on the glass display cabinet and  looking quite interested in the frames... I knew it! My grandson was thinking...

...and thinking out loud what to do next.

 

 Ha!!!!!!!!! Wait!

To everyone's surprise, "sprung"! Out came his PIC and closest ally (almost a UFO to some) from a little planet called a tout bag that I carried....

"Look what I have here! I too want to share this with you...."
"This is just fine for my size, it has ample thickness to give me comfort...when it rains..."

"AND believe ME! It's big enough Sir", looking up so convincingly straight into the optician's eyes who was smiling broadly at his gesture.

Who on earth would have thought that he was going to take his diapers out while I got my sunglasses ( taken out from the same tout bag) fixed and my normal glasses tightened up on its screws...

"BUT certainly I am not doing direct selling here. Honest! YOU better believe me"

(this is Aunty Diyanah's bit of contributory idea)

Dear readers, this amazed me so much, I tell you!  AND, and, and luckily it was a clean one... no wonder he took a peep inside the bag and ... there it was. He was trying to imitate me, taking out something from the bag and showed it to the optician.....Enjoy reading...

LIFE of INACTIVITY

COME Friday the 25th, things went quiet on our end. No internet connections either. I gather, it must have been the announcement of the sudden death of our late Michael Jackson... I was a bit "lost" but by Saturday, it came back on... this time I was down with mild headache for a late night sleep... watching the TV till 2:00a.m. which sometimes the TV got to watch me!