Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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Ayah & Mak, visiting Mok.
Also photographed, Kamal & Khalish.
Kelantan last week. A spontaneous trip as the initial plan to visit my parents in Negeri Sembilan changed at the last minute because they would like to go to Kelantan. Therefore, a visit to my mother-in-law's place, previously arranged after the Chinese New Year holiday, was rescheduled to coincide with my parents' trip. 

Ayah and Mak suggested the use of the East Coast Expressway, now that the second phase, which connects Jabur and Kuala Terengganu, has been completed. Very convenient. From the last exit, Kamal, Khalish, and I proceeded to Ketereh via Setiu, Besut, and Pasir Puteh. 

It was a light and easy drive with a couple of stops. The only challenge was a congestion due to an accident before Ajil. We departed from Bandar Baru Bangi on Wednesday, 3:30 p.m. and reached Ketereh on Thursday, 12:15 a.m. A longer drive from Kota Bharu to Bandar Baru Bangi on Saturday, but we did not mind it.

How happy we were to meet Mok again. Recently hospitalised, she appeared fragile. Physically and mentally. Never had we seen her on the bed almost throughout the day. Her appetite decreased, too. Now and then, she tried to fight the illness by conversing with us. 

Alhamdulillah, she felt better by Friday. My brother-in-law and his family further cheered her up with their presence. In the evening, after wishing the best to my sister-in-law and her husband for their umrah, my eldest sister-in-law and her family joined us for a special dinner. Thank you for the delicious meal and the good time, everybody.

The next day, Ayah and Mak, on their way back to Rembau from Tanah Merah, stopped by Ketereh. I was truly happy to welcome them as we had not seen each other for a while. At that time, I missed Ayoh though. I was sure Kamal felt it as well.

We only made our way back to Selangor after tea time with another sister-in-law and her family. Hope to be there again, soon. Meanwhile, our prayers for your well-being, Mok.


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Homeward-bound.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Khalischool II

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May you introduce yourself to my blog visitors?
Hello, everybody. I am Khalish. Hold on. Mommy, what is blog and why does it have visitors?

Khalish, I am sure you will have a lot of questions later. May I answer them after the interview?
Sure. You must remember to answer the questions later, mommy. Without the answers, my neurons wilt.

My neurons will also wilt if you do not answer my questions now. So, continue with your introduction.
Hello, everybody. I am Khalish. My mommy is Chech and my daddy is Camus. I am six years old now, but I will be seven years old on my birthday. Oh, I want Lego Ewok Village for my birthday!

Let's save money for that set. Shall we continue with the interview?
Yes. Save money. Yes. Continue with the interview. I want to eat cereal after this.

Yes, let's eat cereal after this. Now, my next question. How do you find being in a primary school?
I don't have to find it. You drive me there. I am familiar with the road, but I can't walk on my own. It is dangerous for children to walk outside their homes and schools without adults.

I am glad that you know the dos and don'ts. Daddy often says "fear nothing but the fear itself", but it is also good to be cautious now and then, eh. By the way, let me make a mental note to teach you about figurative language. Then, let me rephrase my question. What do you think of the primary school?
It is very big. There are more friends, more teachers, and more books. I miss Q-Dees because I know every friend, every teacher, and every book there, but I can see some of my friends from the preschool and they are fine. So, I am fine, too.

What do you like and dislike about the school?
The bad things first. The toilet is far. Oh, there are only squat toilets. The good things now. I like it that you train me to poop after lunch, before going to school. I like the tie. I wish I can wear the tie with my sports attire, too. I like it when the Pendidikan Jasmani teacher let my friends and I play on the field.

I assume the field is your favourite place in school?
Yes, it is. Another favourite place is the canteen. Thank you for the packed food, mommy. Now, I feel hungry. May I have a bowl of cereal, please. Milk and banana, too.

Sure. After another question, perhaps?
Sure.

Any subject you particularly like?
I prefer to tell you about the bad things first and the good things afterward, so, may I talk about what I dislike before sharing what I like?

Of course, you may. Go ahead.
I wish I don't have to learn Bahasa Arab. It is good for my neurons to learn a different language, but can't we choose the language? I want to learn a combination of Bahasa Melayu, Italian, Korean, and Spanish. Wait, is such combination a gibberish, mommy?

Half gibberish, half creole.
Creole? That sounds cool. I would love to invent a creole.

First things first. Back to the subjects you like and dislike, please.
Bahasa Arab is the only subject I dislike. Please help me with Bahasa Arab at home, mommy. When you pray, you understand the meaning, I suppose. You don't have to help me in Bahasa Melayu and English. Those are my favourite subjects.

I only understand the basic meaning of what I say during prayers, Khalish. Not the whole language. We will learn Bahasa Arab together, no worry. It surprised me though that you like Bahasa Melayu now. It was one of my favourite subjects in school, too. For our next interview, I would like to do it in Bahasa Melayu.
No problem. My only problem now is I am extremely hungry. I thought you said I may have my snacks after one question.


Post the interview, both of us played with Lego that I completely forgot to teach Khalish about figurative language. He never asked about creole either. Nonetheless, I remembered to explain to him the concept of blog although he was distracted by the thoughts of 'words that rhyme with blog'.

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