A Lot to Say

 . . . 1. Started cycling to school at the age of 11. From Sungai Kantan to Primary School, Jalan Bukit 2 Kajang. What rain? By the way, the bicycle was for boys. There was a palang.  2. Continued cycling to secondary school from 13 years old to 17 years old (form 1 to form 5) from Sungai Kantan to Convent Kajang. What rain? Just basah kuyup including the books. Kasut also basah so malam letak kasut bawah fridge. Just realized that bawah fridge tak panas pun. Mana nak kering. The next day wore the same wet shoes. By the time balik sekolah and bukak setokin, all my jari dah berkedut because setokin basah from the kasut.  3. Mak will always ask me to study right after sahur. Right in front of her. Meaning, after sahur till subuh. I pretended to open the book while lying down. Terus zzzzz. As for mak, she continued with her crocheting. Mak tak marah pun. She knew I was not the study type.  4. Abah who was a man with few words, helped to clean and tidy up the rooms in th...

 . . . Well, last week, I had an appointment at the hospital. As usual, timbang first. 57.3kg I was like, whattttt! I totally put on weight like 6kg.  The last time (which was my happy time- like 6 months ago), I was 51.3kg. It was the weighing scale at home. I was really sick at that time. In and out of hospital. No wonder that weight. So back to the story with 57.3kg. Ok. my height is about 151 or 152 or 150cm. I got shrunkcn over the years (my new theory). I was like not really happy because all my pants (literally bought like 11 pairs). Denim palazo. It was fine when I was 51kg - ish. Even in the process of gaining weight, the palazo still fits me. Size M. The denim palazo is really light weight. Not the jeans ones.  So now, I feel se'eh when wearing it. I could not fit Size M anymore. Although 57.3kg. Arghhh. Went to the shop to alter. They only can alter like less than half an inch. No way. Not comfortable. So, I bought new ones. Like about 10 more. I lied. I bought...

  . . . One of my students got his scroll in this particular convocation at Taylor's University. The ceremony was on Saturday the 12th of July 2025. 4.30pm.  He whatsapped me on Thursday (2 days before) saying that "I am in Malaysia ". He was looking forward to see me on that day (convocation day) and of course with a lot of photos to be taken home back to China.  I only replied on friday evening saying that I was not invited to the ceremony. I wonder why. For previous two years, they invited me. I attended the ceremony because I have 3 students graduated at that time. My students. I was the main supervisor. Same as this student today, I was his main supervisor. Of course I should be invited.  But now, nope. no invitation at all. I am not the type to ask. No invite. No go. End of story.  So he was disappointed, the student who came on thursday. In fact, he emailed to graduate school and asked why I was not invited. Such a sweet boy. Of course there was no reply ...

 . . . The story starts with my kids calling me with different names. Not because they have different appa, they just feel like it. Cit. Also, my fault. I told them to do so. Ahah. The eldest daughter (Along)- calls me - Mama /Mader The second son (Aiman)- calls me - Mama The third daughter (Maisa) - calls me - Mama The fourth son (Muhammad) - calls me - Ibu / Mummy The fifth daughter (Widad)- calls me - Ibu / Mum The sixth son (Alim)- calls me - Mummy / Mum It is complicated at times. But amazingly, when I talk to one of them, I automatically change my name.  Even the kids too. Example when Along (the eldest) talks to the youngest, she automatically says "Call mummy now". She will not say "Call Mama now". (By the way, talking about Along, she is always strict with the siblings. She is the leader. She wants to be the monitor in primary school and director of events in the uni and also trying to be the dean at her work place one day. Insyallah!) Same goes when Aiman ...

 . . Me: I am 64 and I have 16 grandkids. Nobody: Well, good job. Must be really noisy and fun. Me: Er, nope. Too noisy and the living room, dining room, rooms, literally cannot be seen. You have to kuak lentang to reach the toilet. Everything is everywhere. Can you believe it? Nobody: But you still love to hug them. Me: Of course I love it. (Just the wangi ones). Me: (Thinking aloud) A family at a time, ok. Tidy up after everything before you leave. *They left after a few hour. All gone home.  Me again: Krik, Krik, Krik. Where did they go? go? go? go? My voice echoing.  Me after the quietness: calling them on the phone . When are you coming to see Nainai/Grandma/Mimo/ Nenek/ Halmoni, again? ~~ Vista Seri Putra, Kajang 3.7.25

  . . . It has been three days at home. Very slow.  Tomorrow? Lets.  IOI mall it is.  Need 10k steps tomorrow. ~~ Vista Seri Putra, Kajang  2.7.25