He hops around and rolls on the floor. He “drives” the kiddy ride like was somekinda race car that was moving in the speed of light. He gets on the regular slides again and again. He even climbs those tunnel slides from bottom up.

The Giant playground also has this fun Wii –like movement detection game that keeps on running for free non stop. Miki’s Mom Our kid loves that thing. Everytime we get these she Miki would definitely wanna play that game.

This evening, for some reason these was a little extra people so Miki’s Mom little Miki was malu-malu sikit. So I had to carry him and join the other kids to play. I Miki had so much fun!

The motive behind the publishing of this video is to show you how black my hair is and long my legs are what loving Mom I am. After I my son created a new high score, I carried him high enough to ensure his photo is captured.

Itulah pengorbanan Ibu yang psycho penyayang.

In the beginning he was so afraid of the waves and he was holding to us very tightly. Miki pointed at the sea and said, “Miki takut luat!”

Hahaha! LAUT la sayang, bukan LUAT!

But after a few minutes he “warmed” up already…

Climbing up from the pool himself…

Playing ball with a little Singaporean tourist… We are very proud of you, Miki. Awww..now I wanna go there again!

On Saturday while Azman was cleaning Miki’s poopie bum-bum; he talked to Miki ( haa.. korang suka kata aku banyak cakap kan? Eii laki aku lagi banyak cakap la! tengah basuh berak anak pun nak berleter!). Azman complaint said

“Makan dadong, bak dadong! Makan nasik, bak nasik!”

Bak is berak in Mikictionary. The reason that I excel in baby feeding and totally neglect my responsibility in poop-poop cleaning is the absolute grossness of looking at whole sweet corn grains that survived Miki’s entire digestive track without losing its shape/color/texture a single bit. Gosh these babies are amazing. You can tell what they have had for their last meal at the highest precision by just a glance into their soiled diaper. Corn? Carrot? Spinach? Raisins? Hey, isn’t that the missing bead from my dress??

Anyway, the moment his Daddy finished his kiddy-influenced sentence; Miki immediately continued

“Makan shooshoo, bak shooshoo!”

Azman burst out laughing. We could never expect Miki to create another sentence like that with accurate continuity that reflects his understanding. Smart boy but CAKAP BANYAK LA KO MIKI! Diam lah sikit! Dahla berak jagung!

On Sunday we grabbed some snacks at McD (I missed the last COKE contour glass, anybody got an extra?) and of course Miki feasted in his little cup of sweet corn. Azman tried to feed him some cheese

“Miki, makan cheese ni.”

“Tak nak!”

“Makanla!”

“Tak nak! Tak nak! Dadong lagi sedap!”And continued to scoop a spoonful into his mouth.

OMG!! JAGUNG LAGI SEDAP KATA KO??? I couldn’t believe he was giving an EXCUSE!!! My jaw dropped that time. Miki kid, you gotta take it easy! You are just one year and nine months. I don’t wanna be debating with you by the time you turn three.

1) Motorcyclists in love
The boyfriend riding the bike, the girlfriend sitting at the back. The proximity of their two bodies beats the closeness of a postage stamp that got stuck on an envelope. Stuck with super glue. Cap Gajah. But that is not the thing bothers me. It is the huge atmosphere of romance that surrounds them as the girl rests her chin on her lover’s shoulder and whispers God-knows-what lovey-dovey message to him and the boy tilts his head towards her to hear that God-knows-what lovey-dovey message better despite the thick helmet. This atmosphere forms a bubble of magical protection to the both of them. It protects them from seeing all the middle fingers flashed to them by other road users; from listening to all the honks even if they are louder than a MAERSK vessel’s; and it even protects them from noticing me Bani as he rolls down the window, stick my his head out and screams “ WOI, KALAU NAK BERCINTA PERGI TAMAN BUNGA LAA! KO INGAT JALAN NI BAPAK KO PUNYA? KE TEPIIIIII!!!!!!
Oh my God! I hate this kinda motorist! Can they be more oblivious that that? Driving so slowly like their bikes are going on water even when they are on the fast lane and there are like what? TEN CARS queuing behind them! And all they care about is mushy-mushy I lap u u lap me…eiii langgar kang!??? Nakkk??

2) Putrajaya Girls
No offence! I work there too but for goodness sake; when they bought the cars I am sure they came with petrol peddles, didn’t they? IF YES THEN WHY CAN’T THEY STEP ON IT?? It is torture! Torture of the cruelest kind! I understand the drive from Precinct 2 to Precinct 8 takes less time that your hungry baby sucks down half an ounce of milk but don’t you know that there are people who are not entitled to get that huge gomen quarters and they have to live many-many miles away and by the time they get home they are lucky if the sun is two minutes shy from setting! Move itttttttttttt!!!
And can somebody explain to me the need to sit so close to the steering wheel as though they are sniffing it?? Fine! Tak kisah la tapi tolong laju la sikit kak oiii!!!
Aku lapar ni nak balik makan!! Muahahahaha..

“Apa nama cat tu Miki?” I encourage him to talk.

“Bobo!! Ni cat Bobo!” bouncing up and down like rubber ball.

“Daddy; Azman! Daddy; Azman!!” shouting on top of his lung. “Miki; Luth! Miki; Luth!” he continues,still jumping.

“Pandainya Miki…nama Mummy apa?”

“Mummy; Squarepants! Mummy Squarepants!” and he bounces out the door.

Apakah salah ku diperlakukan sebegini?

It has been so long since I last wrote a letter to you. It is something that I deeply regret and I hope I will be able to forgive my very own self. You see Miki, though these letter are addressed to you, it is myself that I see reading it back many-many years from now, as loving reminiscence of how much your Daddy and I are in love with you, our one and only son.

at Taman Warisan Putrajaya

A little while ago you made me cry, Miki. You climbed our display cabinet happily because well that’s what toddlers do. However, while you are at your conquest to Mount Cabinet you knocked your Daddy’s notebook, it fell down from where it was sitting and came bumping on the floor. Your Daddy raised his voice and you came to me running and bawling in tears.

My hugs and kisses stopped your wailing and snuffles but they didn’t wash away the look of gloom and remorse on your beautiful face. Daddy demanded you to apologize. You leaped from my embrace, throw your arms around Daddy’s neck, look at him in his eyes and said, “Sowweee!” for sorry.

That must be the sincerest apology that the world have witnessed. And you didn’t stop there. You showered Daddy with your soft baby kisses. On his left cheek, then right and left again and again and again and on his forehead too before you looked at him and said sowwee one more time.

And so I shed my tears.

I do not know what those tears were for. Could it be me watching the sweetest drama in the world starring two of my favorite boys?

Or is it the inescapable melancholy inside my heart that accompanies the adventure of watching you grow? You indeed grow very fast, my son. I am barely catching up.

Miki, 27 September 2009

Age 1year8 months

You started to understand apologies when you were about a year and six months old and almost all the times your ‘sowweee’ would make my heart melt with love. Now at one year and nine months you have mastered the cutest way of asking for forgiveness (sowwee), thanking people (thanchuu – thank you) and say you are welcome (welchom!). Every night before we sleep, you would kiss us on our faces, say goodnight (oonight) and “I you you!” for I love you. I am extremely smitten with this bedtime routine, baby! Owhh, but when you demand me to sing “Burung Kakak Tua” non stop for 20 minutes before you doze off, I am just beaten not smitten.

I am sure all other kids your age are doing the same thing but especially for you my son, I am telling the world that I am extremely proud. I hope and I want you to continue to be this person that although so tiny in size but has all the ability to have the adults wrapped around your finger. Not by screaming, kicking or throwing yourself on the floor but by continuing what you do now – charming people with your smiles and friendliness; your wit and humor; never forget to thank and appreciate people; be quick to admit of your wrongdoings and be quick to apologize. And when you do so, say it through your lips and feel it sincerely in your heart. It is a tough world out there my son, be kind and the world will be kind to you.

I love you and if there is any mosquito out there dares to lay one micro leg on your body, my son, I’ll burn that damned kelambu.

Mummy.

I remember the latest that I would reach First was about 2.30am. We probably watched a midnight movie then and I cannot remember if I have ever gone out later than that. You see Azman had to work the next day and I had to ponteng my class. So it’s important that we get some sleep asap!

If you are familiar with UM, you would be able to imagine this route – enter UM from KL Gate, stop at First College, then make the big turn to KL Gate again pass the Engineering Fac, library, Science Fac, Bangunan Peperiksaan and DTC.

Between the library and Bangunan Peperiksaan, there’s a bend on the road of which one side, Chemistry Dept is situated and a parking lot is on the other.

A mysterious woman in flowy white dress, unruly long black hair and flashing thick make up waved Azman to stop there. Not once but several times. At the same spot, in the same boring long white baju (skinny jeans was already in fashion then), same big hair and in exactly the same way ( she would cross the road from Chemisty Dept to the parking lot, then turn and waved to him like my then-boyfriend was some kinda teksi sapu driver…)

Funny thing is, when Azman told the story to me he was totally convinced that A GIRL STUDENT WAS TRYING TO GET A LIFT IN HIS CAR! Gang rape cases was on the news at that time and Azman the blur case was going.. “Owhh, no wonder there are such cases just look at the girls these days….!”

Then I tore my own hair off with frustration and went “ITU BUKAN ORANG LAAA ITU HANTUUUUUU!!!”

Then he went “ Eh ye ke?”

Itulah masa kecik-kecik baca Gila-Gila, tengok macam aku, baca Tamar Jalis, sekilas bohsia melintas aku tahu hantu ke student!

I was pretty sentapz kay?!! with the fact that he was associating such a sleazy act of a girl menahan kereta jantan memalam buta dengan budak-budak student! Hello I was a student too at that time and my boyfriend aka HIMSELF picked me up from the college ok? Ada ke main tahan-tahan kereta? Ingat ini Unity College International ke student/pensyarah nya perangai cam bohsia! Ops!

I was really astonished with him at that time, like dude how could you NOT see it? The lonely quiet night, the flowing hair, the WHITE DRESS!!? The same consistency in location and time? 2.30am in the morning? Why not eight oclock or six oclock or when he was driving with Miss Girlfriend aka ME? (eehhh dengan hantu pon nak jeles ker?).

When asked about the way her face looked, Azman described her as wearing thick red lipstick. I sure slapped my dongga head up hard coz dude, long hair, long dress and red lipstick? That’s Akademi Fantasia lah! You sure it wasn’t red fresh blood dripping from a fanged mouth? Tenenenenggggg tenenenengggg (twilight zone soundtrack on the background).

This happened many years ago and yesterday on Halloween I thought about it again. Kinda make me wonder how many ghosts we could have came across thinking that they are funky hair stylist from Sg Wang instead of evil spirits. Have you ever wondered too?

1) Those sandy beaches… miles and miles of them stretching under the warm tropical sun. The water can be muddy but if you know Photoshop boy you can say its Puerto Rico.

2) It is food heaven for those living on Halal (or kosher). Almost everything is halal here and yet the store next door is selling booze.

3) It makes you feel rich. Janitors in the US, if you wanna feel what it is like to be P. Diddy, come on over and do some currency exchange. Trust me, you can even be millionaires. (Darn Malaysian Ringgit!)

Anyway, just to share with all my readers, currently one million hotel rooms are on sale at amazing rate across Asia Pacific. That includes countries like Thailand, Korea, China, Japan, HK, Australia, Singapore, Vietnam, Japan, Malaysia, New Zealand, Fiji, Indonesia etc. Yes, Malaysia is one of them, Bani!

But all of us gotta hurry coz even though the sale for travel & holidays in between December 2009 to April 2010, you need to do the booking between 27 Oct 2009 to 29 Oct 2009. That’s starting today, OMG! And the Accor Hotels 3-Day Super Sale Asia Pacific; stays for 3 days only.

Azman is browsing our next vacation spot right now. I will write about that later. We are now hurrying not to miss this Super Sale!! Later~

“Mummy gives Miki dadong! Miki loves dadong! But Miki don’t have appetite. Manchester United is playing against Liverpool. Miki wonders who will win?! Hmmm….”

* dadong – jagung – corn

To those who cannot load the many photos, let me share with you one secret on fast downloading – NEW COMPUTER. Hahaa

We went to Port Dickson last Sunday and spent one night there at Selesa Beach Resort. Never heard of that hotel before? Well, me too. We pre-booked a room at Corus Paradise Resort, but once we arrived there, hell, if this is paradise then Putrajaya must be called Las Vegas, I’m telling ya!

So, bye bye Corus and we walked in to Selesa. Though we knew it was 4 stars but come on… it’s Port Dickson, what do you expect, right? But I guess we were wrong and I fell in love with that place instantly. It might be the low expectation, it might be time gap since our last holiday (Bangkok wasn’t it?), but one thing for sure, we had such a great time in Port Dickson!

Immediately after checking in, we got ready to hit the beach. I put Miki on a swimming diaper, go change into my swimsuit and go back to Miki and saw that he pooped. Great! We only had two of those expensive diapers, kid! Can’t you just poop in your normal Drypers? Ughhh… He does that all the time, go to new place and poop to mark new territory. Macam kucing pulak, tau lah binatang kegemaran adalah kucing.

Anyway, after we wasted a swim diaper in 4 minutes, we went to the beach. It was just outside our room’s patio. Nice!

Selesa Beach Resort, our room was on the ground floor behind Azman.

View from our patio

Building sand castle. More like we build sand castle and Miki demolishes sand castle.

Miki had so much fun playing with sand. He digged some, threw some, ate some. I couldn’t remember Port Dickson can have such white sand. On that day they weren’t so many rubbish and people as well. Almost had the beach all to ourselves.

Daddy and Son

Mummy & Son.

Sebab takde orang, boleh la pose gedik lite-lite… We hang out at on the sand till late afternoon, then sambung rendam Miki dalam swimming pool pulak.

At night we had a nice ayam bakar and ikan bakar dinner in some restaurant that I cannot remember its name, jalan-jalan at the nice pasar malam and bought some stuff including a bottle of blowing bubbles for Miki.

The we went back to the pool and lepak there playing soap bubbles with our kid. It was so nice to get to relax under the stars like that. With cool ocean breeze and all. I wish I could do this every night.

Chilling by the pool. Masing-masing muka lebam lepas lepak pantai, yang aku pelik Miki apsal tak gelap pun. Aku jerr dari Mocha Latte ke Americano…

 The next day, we had a nice breakfast of which Miki had 3 drops of orange juice to drink and a whole lot of air to breath. Then we went to beach again and to the pool again. We even collected live clams from under the wet sand (which Miki was so amazed and siap gigit on few sebab saja nak rasa)  before we said farewell to the not-so-notorious anymore Port Dickson.

Our short holiday was not an expensive one, not a fancy one. But I believe if you spend even the littlest money, the shortest time but with lots of love with the people you care – everything would be great!

Seize the day, guys! Have a nice weekend!

ps- my favourite photo from this trip is the one on the new masthead..