Sunday, November 30, 2008

Jalan-jalan Cari Makan dan Kawan: Bamboo Cafe

Kamal and I learned why Bamboo Cafe's chicken chop with generous mushroom sauce, soursop juice, lemon sea coconut concoction, and con carne beef, that we ordered for lunch, were exceptionally delicieusse. The cook graduated from Le Cordon Bleu, a prestigious culinary school in Paris. When Kamal and I visit Bamboo Cafe, which is located at the end of Digital One, Subang Parade, again, there definitely will be an encore for the lemon sea coconut and con carne beef, which are rare finds.

Thank you, Rose, for the recommendation. Thank you, too, for playing with Khalish to let Kamal and I enjoy the food and beverage. I wished I could talk more with her. Time and circumstances were not on our side though. Rose had other customers to entertain, while Khalish had to be fed and changed frequently.

Yes, lunch was secondary. We were there mainly to meet Azhan and Rose, whom I first knew through, a now defunct forum moderated which used to be moderated by Kamal. It has been ages since we last met as everyone was occupied with work and family matters. Therefore, the opening of Bamboo Cafe by Azhan's family was a perfect opportunity for Kamal and I to visit this amiable couple.

All four of us, like other friends from the forum, indeed saw the place as a new watering hole. A cosy little gem, the cafe was. Then, there was the co-owners' hospitality. Do give this place a try and you might find a watering hole for your circle of friends as well.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Bumbo Rhymes

Photos to be posted here again once the technical problem has been solved.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008


The first time Khalish arrived at his maternal great grandmother's place, he was so excited to meet The Kerayong Clan that he refused to sleep albeit the visible tiredness in his eyes from the four-hour journey from Rembau. Oh, how he conversed with everybody in Khalishese. The adults were so engulfed in the entertainment provided by the baby that we did not bother recording him.

We pushed off to Chini for another family gathering the next morning. So, a quarter of Saturday in Kerayong and half of Sunday in Chini. The third quarter of Saturday was spent in Rembau during which Kamal, Khalish, and I got to meet the ever charming Nazeri and Su again. We would love to visit friends in Seremban, but there was a sudden change of travelling plan due to my father's schedule.

Back to the Rembau-Kerayong-Chini journey, Khalish behaved well throughout the ride, as he did for other trips. However, he must have felt very tired. He consumed milk every half an hour in the car and every one hour once we returned to Rembau. Knowing that would happen based on past experiences, I brought along energy bars. My mother bought pisang berangan, which I think is the best banana ever, on the way to Kerayong. As for water, we were prepared with a 3.5-litre bottle. Among my fond memories of travelling is having a big basket full of snacks enough to feed six little giants, namely my siblings and I.

I would love to get Khalish toys that could keep him occupied during such long trips. Time to stop blogging. I had better start browsing through my want list while Khalish is still asleep.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Che' Awe Donde

Having Khalish at home all to myself is heavenly, but I wished I had Kamal or a pair of helping hands with me, throughout the day, when the baby was going through a period of growth spurt or viral fever. He was most comfortable being in my arms, consuming lots and lots of milk, needless to say. The support system therefore was needed with daily domestic chores so that I could fulfill the boy's other demands. Both the domestic chores and the nursing have burnt a lot of calories though, albeit at the same spots. Why not my hips, why?

Nevertheless, Kamal and I are fortunate to have a child with high pain tolerance. His pediatrician thought so, complimenting the smiles on his face all the while we were in her office despite his health condition. It was a deja vu by the way. The pediatrician we met in Kelantan for his eczema said the same thing.

Kamal and I agree that he must have inherited the extrovert genes from both grandfathers. Not only does he smile a lot these days, he coos and laughs heartily as well. If he was in the mood for a conversation while others were not, he would coo at the top of his lungs until everybody else around him paid due attention. Top that with what Kamal and I labelled as funny countenance, the situation was just hilarious.

In two days, he will turn four months old. Yet, Kamal and I missed to post a picture of him at three months old here. The former was occupied with work while the latter would be too fatigued to write after Khalish's last feed of the day. I do enjoy the moments spent at home with Khalish though. At bedtime, I would regale his achievements to the daddy and both sets of grandparents with pride. Simply because I was the one who observed him.

Too bad money rules the world. Heh. December would be a month of trials for Khalish and I as I would start feeding him the expressed breast milk in bottles, according to a schedule recommended by The most challenging part is, we are going to separate with each other for half of the day on certain days because of nursery familiarisation practice.

The pneumococcal and rotavirus vaccines await Khalish once he reaches the fourth month of his life. He was fearless of needles during the first and second jabs, cooing at the musical toy hanging from the ceiling of the pediatrician's office. Let's pray that he stays as cheerful when the aforementioned vaccines are due. By the way, I had my first homeopathy and acupuncture treatment today.

Friday, November 07, 2008

His First Haircut

Khalish, partly because of his long eyelashes, but mainly because of his long hair that curled behind the ears, was often mistaken as a girl. When Kamal and I heard the statement "oh, I thought he was a girl" for the 39th time, we decided to chop the curls. As I intended to have the mass on my head being reduced to a very short do, Kamal thought that it was best for Khalish to have his first haircut at the salon as well. A cute sight, eh. Needless to say, he was swarmed by admiring female hairdressers during the process. Yes, we were there on a leisurely Monday.

And, needless to say, he was overwhelmed by the experience and the attention that he wailed for milk the moment his haircut process was over. Which resulted in my hairdresser having to stop my haircut midway so that I could feed him. Very nice of the staff at A Cut Above to offer one of the beauty parlors within the salon so that I could breastfeed Khalish comfortably.

There are more adventures with Khalish to be posted here, but the Internet is slow, making blogging an adventure by itself. As for me, I am going through a phase of postpartum hair loss. Not severe though. Now I know why I am created with a mass of hair, which my chums likened to a toupee at times. Heh.