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Yup… I’m back at my parents’ house in Kuantan. Reached here last Saturday and at that time really looking forward spending some relaxing time here. But we can only plan as God always has something else planned for us right? So that’s what happened on the first night spent without wifey around. It seems that all of us missed to be here in Kuantan so my kids spent most of their time here eating literally everything (including the twins as well). As the result? I barely get any sleep last nite as Nisha, Adam and Ariff decided that it was the good time to test their father’s patience and endurance by ejecting most of the content of the stomach via mouth in series of involuntary spasmic movements. In fact I smelled like those content of the stomach

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That’s what I felt this week. I just simply dun have any idea why. I guess I need some break from looking at those packets, thinking about the security thingy. Plan to take perhaps 2 days off. Off meaning doing anything that doesn’t involve with the needs of using my trusted ol’ lappy. Maybe I’ll spend my off days playing with my twin, checking Nisha’s homeworks and school works and more attention to Iman’s needs as well.

I didn’t say I am the busiest man in the world but hey I do know when is the time for me to step back, sit down or lay back, recharging myself (physical and mental) and perhaps reviewing back my objectives, goals and purposes.

Yeah, I think I’ll have two days off next week. No emails, no Internet, no packets etc. I will be just a normal person, a father and a husband. By saying that, it doesn’t mean that I need to have an off day to be a father and a husband OK?

p/s: See? Even my posts became more and more ridiculous nowadays

Did I look like a tired person?

Yesterday Last Monday wass the registration and orientation day for standard one pupil of Sek Kebangsaan Bukit Jalil. It’s a big occasion for me and wifey (and of cause for our daughter Nisha). From the letter that we received few weeks back stated that we need to be at the school before 8 am and due to our maid still in Indonesia, we have to wake up early (around 5 am) to avoid traffic jams along the way from Desa Pandan to Bukit Jalil.

But as we know that if the event scheduled to be started at 8, it means that it will start at 9 (Malaysia maaaa). So we end up having our asses numb (one hour sitting maa but at least wifey need to clean up Iman as she berak )) As usual schools PA/sound systems are not at its best and so with Sek Keb Bukit Jalil. Most of the time I’ll asked wifey whether she can understand or listen properly all the speeches given by the Head Mistress, the Deputy Headmaster for Curriculum, Deputy Headmaster for Co-curriculum (geez during my days, we only had Headmaster and his assistant for primary school). Btw most of the parents pay attention to their children who gathered at the school assembly courtyard grouped by their assigned class.

After settling the school fees, we decided to buy Nisha’s books on coming week as too many parents queuing at the school book shop and by that time it was already near noon and all of us were hungry. So we went to Pelita near KLCC for our lunch and straight to JayaJusco at Taman Maluri to buy some groceries. As usual the first place that wifey is going to visit is the toilet )

Anyway while waiting wifey, Nisha held her name tag and ask me a series of toughest questions that I ever encountered. She just simply point to her name and ask me,

“Pa, ****** ni sapa? Nisha tak kenal pun. Nisha tak pernah jumpa pun?” “Nisha tau papa je.”   – “Pa, who is ********? Nisha didn’t know him and never met him before? Nisha only know you”

To be honest, her questions caught me off guard. I just raised my shoulder and replied,

“Err tanya mummy la.” – “Err.. Ask mummy.”

I’ve been asked many questions before and for most of the time I can tai-chi or goreng a bit the answers. But Nisha’s questions are not something to be taken lightly because if I lied or gave a wrong answer, her perception towards me will change and the scariest part is she will never trust me anymore. And I believe that those questions can be answered only by wifey and perhaps during the daughter-mother talks as far as I concern, I dun have any rights to interfere in this matter.

My only hope is that Nisha will realized that my love towards her are the same as the love that I have towards Iman, Adam and Ariff. Sometimes I feel that I love her more as I still can remember the first time that we met and the first time that she called me “papa” because at both occasions, there were tears in my eyes.