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4.0 out of 5 stars Martial Arts Defined, December 21, 2009
By Jennifer S (Ball Ground, GA United States) - See all my reviews
"50 Martial Arts Myths" by Sulaiman Sharif will hold the interest of anyone interested in martial arts from the complete novice to someone with a large repertoire of knowledge. I have always been interested in martial arts but had never taken the time to learn much about it. I had seen the moves in movies, watched a friend's son compete and was aware of different color belts. That is where my knowledge stopped. I am so glad that I decided to read this book. Sharif has made me see so much more about martial arts. The author is enthusiastic and well informed and you can see how much he loves it in his writing. I found the meanings behind the different belt colors very interesting. I also enjoyed learning about the different types of martial arts. I had no idea that women were so involved in martial arts and were actually very likely to be good at it. I hadn't really heard many myths, but I can see how misinterpretation can occur. If you are thinking of becoming involved in any form of martial arts, this book is a must read.

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4.0 out of 5 stars Martial Arts Facts, December 21, 2009
By Louise Kennedy "Internet shopper" (Lake Worth, Fl United States) - See all my reviews
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"50 Martial Arts Myths" by Sulaiman Sharif is an informative book that will dispell the myths about martial arts and help you learn the facts. The book is well written and gives you history and background of martial arts. This book addresses men and women. It will explain the meaning of the belt colors and everything else you will need to know about the sport.

Although the only form of martial arts I was ever involved in was kickboxing, this book was interesting to read. If you have thought about taking up martial arts, this book will give you a background in the sport and may help you make up your mind. It will at least let you go into the sport with some knowledge. If you already participate in martial arts this will clear up any questions you may have about the sport.

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5.0 out of 5 stars It's not just high kicks and quick chops., December 18, 2009
By M. Stanhope "Defining normal..." (Chesapeake, VA) - See all my reviews
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"Martial Arts" to me since I was child was fascinating to watch at the movies and on TV let's face it you always rooted for them. They kicked butt. Then you wanted to take the classes, for all the wrong reasons, and do the high kicks and quick chops. Not so easy, friends of mine have completed the courses and classes and I show them much respect.

You gain a new whole new outlook for the sport, while learning the history and concepts. It is not just passing and failing a test for the next belt color, it is the hisrtoy and level of respect you are earning from other members.

You are taught control, body maintenance, self esteem and respect of others. It is also mind challenging and mind stimulating. Sulaiman Sharif the author did well when he wrote this book. It will be one I would recommend to anyone with an interest or in the sport.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Martial Arts: More than just a sport...
"50 Martial Arts Myths" is a unique collection of information regarding this time honored "sport". Aimed at dispelling the rumors that have been shown as truths while educating... Read more
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50 MARTIAL ARTS MYTHS

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"As a student, fan, and now a professor of both martial arts as well as martial art movies, I'm pleased that Sulaiman Sharif has finally debunked the myths that many of my readers and students have long held dear. As I say to them: it's not win or lose, it's learn or not learn. Read this entertaining, fascinating book to truly win."

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"Well Written, Informative and About Time"
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"It's great to see a book that addresses so many martial arts myths. Hopefully, those thinking of getting involved in the martial arts will read this book so they will be able to discern what is real from what is not."
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Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue...

 

 

 

 

Last weekend, my cousin, who's not quite so little anymore, got hitched in a simple but awfully sweet engagement ceremony. Welcome, dear new cousin to the family. We're SO SO looking forward to the BIG day in December (which begs the question ~ what to wear, what to wear?)

The event also reunited Tok with her 'besan', Tok Som, whom I haven't seen in a while. Surprised she still remembers me. Back in the day when Tok Yun was far away, she was the one who was near and dear...and welcomed me with open arms each time I tagged along Pak Ngah and Mak Ngah's visit to Kuala Pilah...

Rest of the week saw me munching off chocolates courtesy of Mak Teh!! Yeay...she and Pak Teh Awang Goneng stopped by yesterday and dropped off ample supply of chocolates from London...have hidden the Terry's chocolate orange in the deep recesses of my fridge to be consumed and savored when everyone in the household is fast asleep!! (he he)

Gayong Bukit Mahkota Rocks !!

 

 

 

 

(12th July, 09)
The barefooted youngsters of The Bukit Mahkota Gayong Chapter nonchalantly shrug off the afternoon sun and put up an awesome and spirited performance. It was simply delightful to watch them execute their orchestrated moves. Congrats and thanks a gazillion to the instructors who prepared them for the show. So, prowlers who are bent on taking advantage of BM residents, BEWARE of these young warriors, they ROCK!!

Modern day 'Batu Belah, Batu Bertangkup?'

 

 

Two nights ago, Syajie was relishing a tropicana ice-cream and when he was done with his, he asked for mine and without batting an eyelid, he devoured mine as well. When he was done, he looked at me with peering eyes and asked, "Mama punya mana?" "You ate mine, remember?" Just as soon as I said that, tears start welling up in his eyes and I could see guilt quelling up and his face tightens up with emotion. Then he turns appealingly to his daddy, lifts up his shirt, rubs his belly and said, "Daddy, open belly!" "Why?", asks his Dad. "Nak give ice-cream to Mama!!" We explained to him, that food, once devoured, has only one exit..."Ohhh, Syaril eat in mouth, then go to Syaril's neck, then Syaril's belly, then Stinky butt-butt!!" Well, at the very least he gets the idea...

May you rot in jail...

Bapa dijel 120 tahun
Oleh Zaitie Satibi
am@hmetro.com.my

KUANTAN: “Pertuduhan terhadap kamu sangat serius kerana perbuatan (merogol) dilakukan itu tidak berperikemanusiaan dan lebih keji dari binatang.

“Malah, kamu juga melakukannya tidak kira masa dan tempat termasuk di kandang kambing dan ladang kelapa sawit,” kata Hakim Hassan Abdul Ghani, di Mahkamah Sesyen, di sini, semalam.

Hassan berkata demikian ketika menjatuhkan hukuman penjara 120 tahun dan 60 sebatan terhadap seorang peneroka Felda Chini Timur 3 di Pekan yang didapati bersalah merogol anak kandungnya, antara Ogos hingga 6 November lalu.

Beliau berkata, biarpun tertuduh mengaku salah, tetapi ia bukan faktor yang harus diberi pertimbangan memandangkan kesalahan terbabit amat serius.

Menurutnya, tertuduh berusia 52 tahun yang sepatutnya diharapkan dapat melindungi dan membela anaknya, namun mengambil kesempatan memuaskan nafsu serakahnya.

“Kamu seperti haruan yang makan anak sendiri. Bagaimana mahkamah hendak belas dan beri hukuman ringan sedangkan kamu sendiri tidak belas terhadap anak sendiri.

“Kamu juga curangi amanah Tuhan dan guna anak kandung untuk puaskan nafsu serakah. Mahkamah tidak dapat bayangkan trauma yang dilalui mangsa.

“Masyarakat akan bersimpati dengan nasib mangsa dan tiada siapa pun dapat memaafkan perbuatan kamu,” katanya.

Keputusan Hassan turut mengambil kira hujahan dikemukakan Timbalan Pendakwa Raya, Mahadi Abdul Jumat, yang mencadangkan supaya tertuduh dijatuhi hukuman berat kerana melakukan kesalahan serius.

Mengikut pertuduhan, tertuduh yang beristeri empat didakwa merogol anaknya yang ketika itu berusia 14 tahun lapan bulan pada kali pertama di rumah mereka di sebuah rumah di Chini, Pekan, pada jam 1 pagi, awal Ogos tahun lalu.

Dia turut didakwa mengulangi perbuatan itu di sebuah ladang kelapa sawit di Chini kira-kira jam 12 tengah hari pada pertengahan Ogos lalu dan dalam kandang kambing kira-kira jam 6 petang, akhir bulan itu.

Tertuduh kemudian didakwa mengulangi perbuatan sama terhadap mangsa pada pertengahan September kira-kira jam 10.30 pagi, penghujung September lalu, jam 9 pagi dan 6 November lalu, jam 6 petang, di rumah mereka.

Dia ditahan sehari selepas mangsa membuat laporan polis mengenai perbuatan kejinya itu pada 13 November 2008.

Bagi enam pertuduhan itu, tertuduh yang sentiasa kelihatan tenang di kandang tertuduh, didakwa mengikut Seksyen 376(3) Kanun Keseksaan (Pindaan 2006) kerana sumbang mahram yang memperuntukkan hukuman penjara sehingga 30 tahun dan 10 sebatan.

Begitupun, tertuduh yang turut berniaga bernasib baik kerana Hassan menetapkan hukuman bagi setiap pertuduhan berjalan serentak mulai semalam, tetapi selepas hukuman bagi setiap kes selesai.


This guy already has four wives!!! Don't think jail alone is good enough for this freak...He ought to be castrated!!

Welcome home, Tok...

In a distance, Tok's house has certainly lost its sparkle. As we turned into Lorong Ayer Puteh, or 'White Water Lane', I craned my neck to see, what to me, was the most beautiful house on this particular lane, but alas, was greeted by its forlorn and lackluster appearance. Gone were the towering trees, colourful exotic orchids and irresistible allure of scented 'bunga melor' that beckons us. The now listless and moribund house, which has been home to at least five generations, appeared as though it is displeased, dismayed and perturbed that we've all left it unoccupied for such a long time...

But, I think subsequently, the house forgave us as it didn't take long for it to come alive again. Even though I see my aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews and nieces more often than I ought to in their respective houses in Bangi, seeing each other in Tok's house brought about a different kind of excitement. The craze and hullabaloo in the house must have pervaded through the sleepy town of Seberang Perak. Even the sweltering heat tried with all its might but couldn't deter us from reveling in the exuberance of stuffing our faces with sumptuous local delicacies and the joy of meeting relatives who came to pay Tok a visit. Although Tok wasn't able to sit up to enjoy the company of those who visited her, she looked extremely contented and was serenaded by the incessant shrieks and laughter of young and old alike.

If the house felt as though it was slighted, Tok's dining table on the other hand enjoyed unbridled attention as there was never a moment when it wasn't adorned with food of various kinds and surrounded by family members and relatives. The kitchen floor too wasn't spared in the revelry for it became a resting place for 'beached whales' of many different species nursing and rubbing their laden-bellies...

As dusk sets in, it was time to summon one and all to the customary photo-op on the steps of Tok's house. Although Tok wasn't in the picture, the magic of 13D, White Water Lane will never cease. As we pack our bags and leave the house to its own devices, we hope to return again to this magical place. Thank you everyone, Mak Su, especially, who worked tirelessly and everyone who pitched in to make this particular trip a memorable one...

Syahril's makeover...

Yesterday, while I was in the kitchen and Aimen was in the shower, Syahril decided to go through my make-up bag and give himself a total makeover!!

 

 

 

Afterwards I had to sit him down and explain to him that boys don't put lipstick and eyeliner on...He twisted my words around and justified his action by saying.."Syahril girl, Daddy girl, Mama boy..!!

Happy First Birthday, Baby Ira!!

Happy Mother's Day!!

 

Happy mother's day to my beloved mom,who has been there for me through good and bad times...Thank you for everything that you've done for me...If it wasn't for Syahril, I would probably never be able to appreciate the joys and frustrations of motherhood... The last two years with him has made me appreciate your love and sacrifices even more...Through you, I've learned that marriage is never ever a bed of roses but one that must stand any and all tests that come its way...May Allah bless you with good health and many many more joyous years ahead..

 

Happy mother's day also to my beloved grandma. I remember when we were little I would fight with Pak Ajie over her. I've always wanted her to be my mom!! I'm so glad that she's always surrounded by the ones she love and those who loves her back many, many times over!!

 

My wishes goes out also to my Mak Tam who has 'mothered' me while I had little courage to venture out in the big city. I remember once, she accompanied me to a MAS stewardess interview. We waited for hours under the scorching sun, only to be disqualified the minute they measured my height...I was half an inch toooooo short!! I was depressed for days but she spun me back and help me through the bleakest days of my life. Sadly, she has the big C but she's definitely a fighter and my prayers are with her always.

 

Happy mother's day also to my mom-in-law. She's been a dedicated teacher all her life and she has always impressed upon me the importance of this profession. Among others she'd remind me how teachers during her era won't get paid if the majority of the class failed their exams!

Not least, Happy mother's day to Mak Ngah and Mak Teh and Mak Su my beloved aunts who have loved me unconditionally despite my idiosyncrasies and shortcomings...I love all of you very,very much!!

To Nisa, Dena and Laili and to all above who have been stalwart mothers I pray that Allah will continue to give you the strength to weather all the trials and tribulations that come with motherhood...Happy Mother's Day, everyone!!

o my grandma has a farm...

 

 

 

We will not go down

WE WILL NOT GO DOWN (Song for Gaza)
(Composed by Michael Heart)
Copyright 2009


A blinding flash of white light
Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight
People running for cover
Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive

They came with their tanks and their planes
With ravaging fiery flames
And nothing remains
Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight

Women and children alike
Murdered and massacred night after night
While the so-called leaders of countries afar
Debated on who’s wrong or right

But their powerless words were in vain
And the bombs fell down like acid rain
But through the tears and the blood and the pain
You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze

We will not go down
In the night, without a fight
You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools
But our spirit will never die
We will not go down
In Gaza tonight

All Music and Content Copyrighted. All rights reserved. © 2009

TGA's version of the Shaolin Temple...

 

Taqwa Gayong Academy (TGA) was founded on three components that were crucial to aid the reformation of our wayward students.

First and foremost is Taqwa which is the Islamic concept of "God-consciousness" or higher consciousness. Having taqwa allows a person to be constantly aware of both God's all-encompassing knowledge and attributes and a reminder of their relationship and responsibility to God as his creation and servant. The scholars explain that the way to taqwa is through obedience of God, avoiding disobedience, and striving to stay away from doubtful matters. It is awareness of God as one moves through life.

When the students arrive at our doorstep, religion wasn't even in their vocabulary. Take Yusuf and Malik,(aged 6 and 8 respectively),for example, two brothers of Sudanese origin who were left to fend for themselves for two weeks in the thick of winter in front of a seven-eleven store. When they came to the school, the only thing Islamic about them were their names...

Then, there were also those who were fostered by Christian families, like Sharon and Amando, aged 5 and 7, who in return for their kindness, brought these unsuspecting foster families to the brink of nervous breakdowns. Sharon's mom and sister died of AIDS when he was 5 and although he wasn't infected at that time, the doctors didn't leave anything to chance and prescribed anything and everything under the sun to ensure that he wasn't infected with the disease. Dad, meanwhile was serving a 15 year sentence for rape...So, when Sharon came to us at 6, he brought with him his case file, which was about 6 inches thick and a whole x-large ziplock bag of pills to be taken everyday...By that time he was also taking Ritalin as he was diagnosed with ADHD. The first thing we did was send the bags of pills home with the foster mom and though it was difficult for him at first, as he had to quit, cold-turkey!! But he nevertheless persevered and was drug-free for the rest of the time he was with us.

Amando, meanwhile had been suspended from kindergarten 6 times!! The first thing we did for these kids was to make them Muslims. At this point their foster parents didn't care if they were Jews or Muslims..."Make them something!!" they pleaded with us. I remember one weekend Sharon's foster mom took him home and a few hours later, we received a frantic phone call from her, begging to send him back. "If you don't allow me to send him back, I'm gonna shoot him, Brother Sulaiman!!" she begged hysterically on the phone...

With cases like this, the first treatment was to inject them with high doses of taqwa. They were taught to purify themselves physically first by ablution and taught to perform solat. Each morning, I'd wake them up through the intercom and we'd perform Solatul-Fajr together and after that sit for an hour reciting the muamalat which is a compilation of Surahs from the Quran, salawat nabi (which was about 17 pages long...), Dua jamilah, Ganzal Arsh and Dua Akasah. After this session, they would recite Muqaddam and Quran, and learn Quranic Vocabulary for Juz Amma. In the evening, after Solatul Isha, we'd read them stories from "Irshad" or Tales of the Prophet. They loved these stories and could be heard re-telling them to newcomers.

Their accomplishment in this particular component was truly amazing. Some of the senior students were not only able to memorize the entire Juz Amma in a matter of three months but the meaning of each word in English as well. For their tests, I would mix words from all the surahs in Juz Amma and they were able to translate them word for word. And if one were to recite a long surah like Surah Balad, for example, another could be heard translating it in English...

By instilling Taqwa in these kids, I, myself found the beauty of Islam as I was able to witness their transformations through my teary eyes. When they first came, all we heard was "f this and f that" and rap songs which were riddled with profanities but three months into their stay, they were singing songs from Raihan and reciting Asma-ul-Husna. Unbelievable!!

The next element in the academy was of course the gayong component which was an extremely grueling and physical form of Silat. This was done after school. Class was over at 3 pm and at for three solid hours they'd be subjected to exercises, drills and warrior arts skills. The students really enjoy these sessions with Aimen and their spirit reverberated through the entire tiny town of Paulsboro. There were times the neighbours would call the cops on us because the students would sometimes train after Fajr (which in New Jersey could be as early as 4am in the morning!!) Amando was the most resilient of them all. He was only 6 at that time and could leap over 9 adults!!

Next came the third component which is academic. Since most of our students were expelled or suspended from public schools, we had to homeschool them. So even if technically they were, for example, supposed to be in 5th grade, we'd probably have to pull them two grades back so they could recover whatever they missed in school. With only the two of us as teachers, Aimen and I would split the kids into two groups and teach them everything ourselves from English to Social Studies. It is also worth noting that when Sharon left our school we pulled him back to third grade but because of his excellent scores, he was able to enter the fifth grade.

So, TGA became like a Shaolin Temple for these kids. They got to live with their teachers, eat with their teachers, pray with their teachers and train with their teachers. Prior to this, most of them would be roaming the streets till 2-3am in the morning and at times cops had to be summoned to round them up. At TGA however, they couldn't even make it past Isha for I remember one night, as soon as we gave salams at the end of the prayer, a few of them didn't even make it pass the first sujud as they were already sound asleep!!

At one point they got rather big-headed. We treated them to the greatest Shaolin show called "The Wheels of Life" that was held in Atlantic City and guess what they said after watching that show, "We can dust them anytime, Sister Liza!!"...

The Apple of my eye...

 

 

In the mid 70's, following the departure of my grandfather, it seemed that life had dealt us a terrible blow. There was hardly any reason to smile or laugh and then, suddenly, all that sadness and sorrow came to a screeching halt on the 12th of April, about 10 days after my grandfather passed away...Dena was born!!! She was my first cousin, my doll, my baby, my everything!

When we first took her home to my aunt's house in Bangsar, we were so excited and thereafter, nothing could stop me from spending my weekends in Bangsar. Even on the weekends that my aunt had to balik kampung to Kuala Pilah, thick-skinned me would be part of the entourage... I remember, we would sit and wait outside the door while she slept, having been kicked out by Tok or Tok Nek. And we'd wait until they dozed off and stealthily creep in to shower the little bundle of joy with gazillion kisses, only to have the upside of our heads smacked with a cloth napkin and thrown out of the room by the uncompromising Tok Nek. Then, there were times when we'd kiss the baby on the lips, only to get our heads smacked yet again, for spreading germs to this precious little wonder. But did we learn our lesson? Oh noo, we couldn't get enough and when the weekend was over and it was time to go back to our house in Kampung Tengku, I'd kissed her until I was sure I could hold her scent for another week!!

In those years, the exam for primary school was held in Std 5. I fared miserably because all I could think of was being with my Dena on the weekends. The pix above shows Dena in Mak Teh's arms on my 11th birthday. She was my pride and my joy, the best birthday present, ever!

When my aunt announced that they were leaving for Kansas for a few years, I was so heart-broken. My brother, Am and I would huddle and plot different ways to make them leave Dena behind. Yeah, there wasn't a doubt in our hearts and minds that we could take care of her and her every need, but just don't take her away from us. When she left, gone were the days when I'd wait outside for hours, at the slightest hint that she might be visiting and of course, gone too were my weekend escapades for there was nothing else to look forward to after that.

On the night of her wedding, I cried myself to sleep in New Jersey and couldn't stand the thought of missing her wedding. And when news came that she was expecting her first baby, I felt really awful as I had wanted so much to be there to welcome my new nephew.

Well, the best consolation is now, I'm back in Malaysia and although this bundle of joy has now turned 34 and is a tad bit heavy to carry in my arms, I'd still shower her with a gazillion kisses because, Dena, you'll never, ever know just how much I love you and how much you mean to me!! You'll always remain the apple of my eye, albeit a plump and juicy one now...May Allah bless you always, and I certainly look forward to spending lots and lots more birthdays with you. Happy Birthday, sayang!! Pix above also shows the rest of cousins and anak menakans that came after you...Happy Birthday from all of us!!

Tribute to Wau on My Birthday...

 

 

"Why were you absent for a week, Nurliza?" that question continues to haunt me until today. "My grandfather was sick, teacher", came the meek reply,as I stood up, horrified that she'd asked me this question in front of the whole class. "How is he now, is he better?" the teacher seemed relentless on embarrassing me, knowing full well that I'm not prepared to answer this question. "Yes, teacher," I nodded. With that, her attention turned to another kid, thank goodness. I don't know why I answered 'Yes' when in fact, my grandfather had actually passed away that week when I was absent from school. I was flabbergasted with myself. Is that considered a lie?

The truth was I didn't want to get into the long and short of it in front of the class. The clarification would undoubtedly leave me in tears as this is the first time in all my 10 years of living, someone I loved and adored had passed away, in front of me, and more so, on my birthday.

Yes, it was 34 years ago that we all sat around my maternal grandfather in his house in Lorong Ayer Puteh, Alor Star. My mother had whispered in my ears earlier that he was leaving us. I nodded, although I didn't really understand what that meant. I was overcome with sadness that was made worse by the overwhelming grief in the entire household. I remember holding his hand and telling him that it was my birthday. He closed his eyes and looked at me. For a moment there I prayed hard that revelation would somehow miraculously relieve him of his pain and things would be as it was before and there would be no reason for anyone to cry...

Alas, things took turn for the worse and he expired soon after. I couldn't believe that he was gone, right before my very eyes. My aunts were inconsolable and were crying hysterically. It all seemed so surreal and I wished that it wasn't true.

School holidays were never complete without a trip to my grandparent's home. We'd be excited because it would mean being with our little uncle, Ajie and most of all, be with Tok and Wau. I don't know how we got to calling him 'Wau' instead of 'Wan' but I remember that he hardly came out of his room although we would frequently be in his room, pestering him to administer 'zambark' on parts of our body bitten by mosquitoes. We'd also badger him for change to run to Mamak Karia's store or Ah Nui's store across the street to buy this and that. That is until Tok tells us to stay out of his room so he could rest.

On that day, 3rd April 1975, the grief that struck the entire household was insurmountable. Everyone was so sad and couldn't stop crying. As for my brother and me, we lost a grandfather we can call our own. The house was never the same again thereafter. Looking back, after Wau passed away, we hardly played on the second floor. One reason was because the house seemed rather gloomy without his presence and another was because of all the ghost stories we've heard from friends in the village that wandering or playing upstairs by ourselves was definitely not an option.

Join me in reciting Surah Yasin and Al Fatiha for my beloved grandfather who is kept alive by fond memories in the deep recesses of my heart.

Syajie my little elf

 

 

 

 

Syajie has been really helpful of late. He helps me with chores around the house like mopping, dusting etc. He's really good at making himself useful. Recently, he has found his niche as a 'pencil sharpener' at the tuition center. He takes his job specs seriously by lining up his 'tools of the trade' ~ sharpeners of different shapes and colours. He stops students from sharpening their pencils dead in their tracks and assumes that it's his job to do so. He's actually good at sharpening pencils...Thank you, Allah, for this little elf...

A Smashing Splashing Sunday

 

 

 

 

Last Sunday, took Syajie out to Central Park near KLCC and he certainly had a blast. He treated himself to my pocketful of change to three Barney Rides, later he patiently waited on a Thomas The Train carousel and was delighted at being treated to two free rides by a kind parent who allowed him to share the ride with her kids. On the way out, we bumped into Mama Dena and Nasar who were on a toy shopping spree and were on their way home.

It started to drizzle but the sun mustered its way out of the clouds just in time to send Syajie to giddying heights on the kiddy swing. After that, he frolicked and explored the playground and had loads of fun on the slides and getting lost in the maze.

On the way home, he found the next best thing to Mama Dena's pool...a kiddies wading pool. Shajie certainly had a whale of a time splashing around. The pool was for kids below 12 and was safe enough to allow him to be on his own.

To top off a perfect Sunday, Daddy treated us to Haagen Dazs' Berry Strawberry and some heavenly chocolaty brownie with sinful scoops of chocolate ice-cream. Yummmmy!! Abang Kamil works there, so I'm quite sure he pulled some strings to make the servings extra special. So we now have a good excuse to visit him and the park again soon. Thaaannnk Yooouuu, Daddy, for a stupendous Sunday!!