The Reluctant Sausage

The sausage is yours truly, by the way.

It's barely week or two since I last blogged, and these happened:

We went for our  "out-of-daily-routine-and-culture-trip" - to Bangkok. It was a good trip. Refreshing in the sense of  I can experience a different culture and feel of a country, not in the sense of its refreshing air. I breathed a load of our cleaner air the moment we stepped on Malaysia, oh tanah airku. Alhamdulillah!

My father's trial (I refuse to call it ilness, its an opportunity for pahala and cleansing sin, which is what is really IS) has metastasized to the liver from colon (but no cancer at the original place). He's undergoing five course chemotherapy. I am planning a personalized chemo comfort kit for him - u mei a type of asam boi cina for nausea, some dates for quick energy, books, maybe an album of Faheem photos, something funny, loads of funny things. Socks. Flight socks. Mini tidbits.

I have the choice for feeling sad, Yes I am indeed sad about this BUT, I cannot wallow in sadness because its not the smartest thing to do. Nor will it bring me any good. So I just walk on, cry a little, laugh a little. Life goes on and I must do what I am supposed to do because if  I let all these control me, it will result in double sadness. I only want double cheese burger, okay. And another double storey house, amiin.

I'm appointed as LO for a great big national big event at the Istana Negara. This is totally karma. I have always avoid any dealings with important people, preferring to be just a small fish in an aquarium, minding my own business (I am a gold fish, by the way. Hehe. Not ikan pelaga) because I am shame-shame to be in the limelight  but as it happens I have been working for them importants people  for years, and now about to indulge in heavy protocol (is there such a term? I mean the highest protocol in Malaysia, royal protocol). So I decided to accept the lot of my life - accepting that I have to  learn behaving in a protocol way. I hope I can do this. 

I tried our No 1 Dress and Mess Kit for formal events, and looked like...oh horror of horror! SAUSAGE!!

Its okay anyway, sausage is nice and most people like it.

Tomorrow is Faheem's second birthday! Planning to drop by ToysRus to get him a nice Crayola non toxic colouring set. Right now he absolutely adores music, colouring, writing, trucks, tractors and trains, water, bubles and karate moves. He imitates karate movie when watching tv. And he kicks very hard,  a fact I know since pregnancy. We already discussed about enrolling him to Kyokushin Karate program when he's older, just like Papa. Hyaahhhh!

We love you, darling. Semoga jadi anak yang soleh dan berjaya di dunia dan akhirat! Amiin.

Kenapa jambu sangat muka kamu ni Faheem?

Mommy tak suka K Pop pun masa pregnantkan Faheem.

Oh ini mesti sebab Mommy tak berkenan aunty-aunty kamu

dok tergila-gila K Pop masa tu. Aiseyy.