Innalillah...

I wept when I read about the death of Nurin. I'm sure thousands, if not millions across the country felt the same way. Such an innocent life, taken brutally for reason known only to the murderer. We failed to save Nurin. Police did not seemed to have any clue about the murderer. However, that was not a good enough reason to start accusing the parents of neglect. Just try harder and save the blaming mentality for another day.

Much need to be done in order to make the world a better place, especially for our children. But lets just start with a simple one, i.e to care. And of course, to trust your instinct. Lots of things happened everyday at a crowded place but how many (if any) of us did actually care. A child was left alone inside a car while the father was busy buying kuihs from bazar ramadhan and all the people that bypass the car ever did was gave a two seconds glance and kept on walking. What if somebody just get inside the car and drove off? Or the child decided to venture off somewhere? Would the publics who walked past the car still remember it and cared enough to try to help by providing information? Or would the memory of it been wiped clean once in the vicinity of mega food feast that is bazar ramadhan.

I am pretty sure that in the case of Nurin, many people would have seen a girl walking alone to the pasar malam. And surely after the abduction, many more would have seen her somewhere. But nobody cared enough to actually took notice that; a girl was unaccompanied, somebody had grabbed her, she might have screamed and struggle and a lot more that would have looked suspicious. Out of the many people there, some would have the instinct that something has gone the worng way but did not feel like following through the intuition. We had become a self absorbed community (that only become busybody if there was a road accident). I wonder what the powers that be could do to change that bit of mentality. But I think they would suggest to put our poor kids under lock and key at all time.

I hope each and everyone of us had learnt something from Nurin's case. I hope she did not died in vain. That other children would have a better world to live in because of her.

Al Fatihah. This was a very sad time.

I hate the way media published Nurin's dead body on the front page and in the news. Did they asked her parents for permission?

Ramadhan Day 5

Amri is still fasting, which has began to amaze me. Sure, there were some accidents. On Friday morning, he woke up and went straight to fridge to drink his soya bean, which was his usual routine. Yesterday he was helping me with lychee pudding and inadvartently (I'm assuming) put the lychee in his mouth. Again, this was his die hard habit. Other than that, he took it quite well. With the exception of Sunday afternoon when I went on cooking binge. The whole house smelt of nasi tomato and of course, the lychee pudding cooling on the kitchen table plus some murtabaks brought by Cu Nan. Amri understandably, whined. Especially when he caught Adam eating nasi tomato, curry and watermelon in the kitchen.

I had removed all kind of tempting food from fridge and cabinets. And I've decided to leave the cooking to bibik and spend the time entertaining Amri instead.

Other than that, I think it was not as difficult as I imagined it would be. Amri did not complained of tiredness, hunger or thirst. He was his usual playful self, bickering with Adam non stop and made me wonder whether he secretly managed to eat a few square meals even under four pairs of watchful eyes. It was also surprisingly easy to wake him up for sahur and he ate well enough that I do not have to be worried about nutrition. He did not gulped down gallons of drinks during breaking fast either, which was a lot better that myself (and hubby too). He went to solat terawih as and when he felt like it and it was pretty much okay with us. Having said all that, I think I had underestimated Amri.

Ramadhan 1248H

Amri was born on 1st Ramadhan 7 years ago so we could say that yesterday was his 7th birthday! I still found it hard to believe that he has been around for seven years.

Anyway. Amri managed to complete full day of fasting yesterday. Well, I was overly proud! I knew other parents only had to inform their children that tomorrow is Ramadhan so please wake up earlier for sahur and no eating/drinking till Maghrib. Not so easy for me. I had to explain the concept of fasting for about a million times while stating firmly that it has nothing to do with power rangers and its equivalent. I had bibik cooked his favourite nasi lemak but he only ate one spoonful but ate chocolates instead. With tea. Whatever. He went back to sleep after subuh prayer and we let him sleep as long as he wanted to. His ustazah was not coming during fasting month anyway. He looked pretty tired after school so to keep his mind and hand from food, especially that bibik was cooking up a storm at the moment, we took him and Adam to pasar Ramadhan. Which was a bit of a mistake. Amri immediately asked to buy a drink. Okeh....we bought everything he wanted but only to be eaten during buka puasa. Adam on the other hand, was listless. He looked like he was the one whom is fasting. We cut it short and walked home. Since bibik was setting up the table, we put both boys in our room, switch on the aircond and watched tv together. Hadn't done this for the longest time. The boys were always out somewhere playing with their friends. I was always at seribadan. Hubby....ermmm...everywhere I guess :) Alhamdulillah.....Amri lasted until breaking fast time. With a lot of extra attention, pujuk pujuk, RM5 reward (positive reinforcement), some flattery and big boy ego booster. Hopefully I can do this for the next 29 days.

Something wrong with Adam though. He kept on vomiting and at times had a little bit of high temperature. What's up?

Congrats to Cu Nan

Congratulation to my youngest brother in law, Hasnan on his graduation day at UM. Another accountant in the family. We certainly are very proud of you. Seen here with his future partner-for-life, God willing :) whom is also a distant cousin and his kindy sweetheart.

A dip in the forest

Nowhere to go so we decided to go trekking at nearby bukit cerakah. We've been here many times but the boys still insisted on riding the park bus. I guess when you were chauffered around everywhere by car, riding a bus is a novelty. Even though it was not a proper bus you see on the road. Did the our usual routine - feeding the deer, climbing the lookout tower and when we arrived at the pool, it was starting to rain. We had the pool to ourselves for hours. It was cloudy so nobody get sunburnt this time.

My not so little chatterbox

Adam called me on my mobile while I was at work. This was what the chatterbox talked about:

Adam : Ibu, I have two balloons. One big and one small. The big one is the elder brother, named strawberry. The small one is the younger brother, named blueberry.

Ibu : Wow....you are so clever. Did you blow the balloons yourself? You must show them to me once i get home.

Adam : Erm...but bibik kept them away. So, will you buy me blueberry chewing gum?

Ibu : Chewing gum? What for?

Adam : Like the one inside your handbag.

Ibu : *sudah blur*

Told hubby about the conversation, just in case he knew anything that I did not. He laughed out loud and said " Didn't you get it? That was pantun empat kerat from Adam, requesting for a chewing gum actually".

Really? Why can't he just tell me that he wants the same chewing gum that was inside my bag? Why the baloons?

How does this adorable shy little boy become such a chatterbox.....he speaks more that the rest of us combined.

Safety first

I was exiting NKVE towards Kota Damansara when I noticed this blue car in front of me, both back windows fully opened and two small heads poking out on each side. OMG! This is one daring parent I guess. While i was considering a possibility that the driver was too engrossed in driving that he did not noticed his two kids halfway out of the car window, they did an even more amazing stunt. It was nearing the touchngo toll booth and the daughter let herself out from the window a little bit more until I could even read the full name of her kindergarten emblazoned on the back of her t-shirt and to my surprise, touched the TnG card to the reader. And while the sister was doing that, her brother, also wearing the same t-shirt from kindergarten, was lolling his head outside the window and at times, touched his forehead to the exterior part of the car door. Amazing eh? Training the children to perform at circus maybe, just in case twenty years from now, regular jobs are too hard to come by.

I'm probably the least qualified person to write about safety, particularly child safety, seeing that at least one of my boys will come home everyday with at the very least, scrapped knee. Of course, lets not forget the OT drama which I can't guarantee will not be repeated. I let my children jump, play, cycle, run, climb, roll around, dance in the rain or whatever they feel like doing. However, I draw the line, a very firm line at road/car safety. No compromise. Well...I may open the sunroof and let the boys poked out their head once in a while but only when I felt safe enough. Like when I drove from my house to Azida's house, which was two streets away. But never ever on the main road, let alone a highway during morning peak hours.

I may have been too quick at judging the driver, but honestly, there are a lot more safer ways to entertain a couple of kindy going children.

Transformer

Finally managed to get tickets for the boys to watch transformer. Instead of our regular place of gsc, we went to Cineleisure nearby the curve. I like the place and hubby like it too, I guess. Mainly because there was no way Amri & Adam could get lost there. Not much crowd, even though it was Saturday. Not too many shops that would catch the boys eyes (or my eyes for that matter). It was so stress free. There was no need to grip the boys hand to prevent them from running around. They could run wild as much as they want to and I could still see them. Nice eh? I wanted to eat somewhere inside the curve but Amri spotted a cafe with menu so big he could read from afar and it has nasi lemak ayam goreng on the menu. Naturally, Amri refused to go anywhere else. Nasi lemak ayam goreng seemed to be Amri's staple of the month and he needed to have it everyday, period. Alahai...that's what happened when your baby grown up and learnt to read.

Transformer was terrific but the cinema was so so. Seats were pushed into rows with no isle in between. The tickets were bought by my pretty office secretary so she assumed we'd love to be in the middle. Unfortunately, with two young boys it was quite a chaos. One needed to go to the toilet. The other wanted drinks and popcorn. Aiyooooh....it was not easy to squeeze by dunno how many hundreds of seats to get into the aisle. And get back inside after our toilet visit. Fortunately, transformer was so good that the boys almost didn't make a big fuss.

And honestly, transformer was really good I felt I wanted to watch it again (minus the two boys).

Amri - Post Surgery

Frankly speaking, I did not think Amri learnt his safety lesson at all, despite the bloody wide gaping hole he had on his forehead. On Saturday, I dropped by at his school for gotong royong perdana and had a quick chat with his class teacher. In the three minutes I spent talking to the teacher, Amri had gone off to practise long jump over school drain, albeit a much smaller one. *sigh* Maybe I should talk to his PJK teacher and see whether he could train Amri for long jump or something similar.

We went to see his doctor afterwards and he said though the stitches were looking fine but, in under no condition it should be exposed to water. Else, they would dissolved. Amri ended up with one week MC. In case of vomiting, fainting or nose bleeding, we were to rush Amri to ER immediately. Okay. No problem there. What seemed to be our problem was to make sure Amri would not dive headfirst into any body of water or peeled out the bandage himself. Also, how would he smell after one week not washing his hair? Ewwww..... Especially that, part of the hair was soaked in blood on the fateful day. I did my best though to wipe his thick hair using wet towel but still....just hold your breath around him.

On Monday, in an attempt to keep him away from any potential danger to the stitches, I brought him along to Seribadan. While I was enjoying step aerobics, Amri managed to get himself stumbled, fell and thrown off treadmill. Result....bloody upper lips and chin. *sigh* I ought to look into increasing his medical insurance to highest possible amount.

Today, I hired an ustazah to teach him Fardu Ain and mengaji at home. So far so good. Perhaps I should hire a private tutor to teach him school syllabus as well. And grounded him for the next 10 years at home. Heh...how's that?

Erm...maybe not. I like it the way it is now and though I whine a lot about the boys, I actually enjoyed the rough sport they play. Suited me just fine.

Thank you for all the well wishes we received before and after surgery. I ten years time, I will ask Amri to go around thanking all of you personally for being there for him mom.

Amri @ OT

It has gone pretty well. We checked in around 2pm, met the surgeon, signed consent letter and was taken to our room. A nurse showed up with a hospital gown for Amri which took us quite some time to coax him into it. Reason was, the gown was pink with flower motif :) The nurse did bring a blue gown but it was too big for Amri. He finally relented when I said I needed to take his photo with the hospital gown soon before my camera battery went flat. That was the easiest part.

Next came a nurse with a wheelchair. Amri totally refused to sit on that. He insisted to walk to Operation Theatre. The nurse was scared by now because she'll get into trouble if her boss see a patient walking himself to OT. At the end we compromised by me sitting on the wheelchair and Amri sat on my lap. And the nurse wheeled us both.

Amri was totaly unnerved by the time we reached OT. He attempted to escape a few times and threw a big tantrum at the entrance. He kicked, screamed and struggled and boy, was he strong. By then, hubby and I was running out of things to bribe and promises to make. Luckily, the kindly anesthetist, Dr Zul showed up and managed to persuade Amri to follow him to 'blow a baloon'. He showed Amri the different baloons used for general anaesthetic, some other stuffs and let him choose one. But still Amri refused to lie down. So the very nice doctor administer the GA with Amri standing up while a nurse and I stood by his side, ready to catch him when he passed out. He did, a few seconds afterward but when we lifted him onto the bed, he woke up and struggled again until the doctor managed to put back the GA mask. Amri was in deep slumber afterwards and I kissed him goodbye before retreating back to our room. The surgeon, Dr Shah would take over fr that point on. I never felt even more worried in my life. Honestly, it was only a cut on the forehead. How come we ended up with full blown surgery and a GA.

But I was famished as I was staying off food for the whole day for Amri's benefit. So we just grabbed coffee and sandwich from the cafe and tried to swallow. Fourty minutes later, the surgery was done and we were summoned to the OT again. When we reached there, Amri was already awake and crying for his ayah. So soon? I thought it would take some time for him to be fully awake, by which time we would be comfortably settled in our room with the tv tuned in to cartoon network. But there he was, refusing to lie down again and crying his heart out. Took more than 15 minutes to calm him down then we were sent back to our room. Since he refused to lie down on the stretcher, the nurse had to use wheelchair. Again with Amri sitting on my lap.

Amri was okay once we were back in our room. He rejected hospital food brought by the nurse and asked for nasi lemak with fried chicken instead. Finished one full serving of it with no sign of vomiting etc.


Amri with his pink hospital gown, waiting to be taken to OT


















Amri post surgery. He was drowsy but for some reason, did not sleep. He spent his time watching all kind of cartoon while waiting the GA effect to wear off.










Amri back on his feet and restless. A few trips to the shop downstairs and all around hospital lobby was not sufficient. Cartoon on TV was no longer entertaining. After waiting out the critical 6 hours post GA, hubby managed to get us discharged some time after 10pm, but with an order for a check up the next morning.

Amri Jatuh Longkang

Amri decided to play spiderman by jumping over and into a big nasty monsoon drain. Ended up with a deep big nasty cut on his forehead. We could even see the bones. So, he is scheduled for surgery at 2pm today. And I'm supposed to keep him off food for 6 hours. Wish me luck

Mum on mumps

I've started working again. Heheh! Offer too good to say no to.

Only thing was, I started my first day by taking MC. Lotsa MC because I somehow I ended up with mumps. Ceh! Very unprofessional.

Anyway, the boss was okay with it. It was not like recruiting a new employee anyway. I was around there for quite sometime before, fiddling with their ERP and making things worse by the minute. So rather than paid a hefty sum to moi to fix it all back again, why not gave moi salary and get moi to do a million other clever stuffs that accountants supposed to know how to do. Only that this accountant was a bit off the regular clever track but they welcomed that. And called me FC. Ahaks!

Hubby carted the boys and I off to Kedah for a short break, to celebrate the mumps.

Seribadan is okay, running by itself. It is time to spread my wing again and try something new and dangerous. Wooooohoooo...

Hubby and The King

Congratulation! You've made it after years of hard work. And to receive the scroll from The King himself....it was an honour. Especially that when The King is young and goodlooking. We are so proud of you. Btw, what's next after MBA?

Thanks a lot but no, thanks

Well, I'd never have thought so but it seemed there were many people out there who get really concerned when I was down with migrain. Honestly people, it was not that bad. Except for the second day (and night). Even the doctor said I had misdiagnosed myself (i'm very clever, remember?) and had firmly told me that all I was having that time was severe headache. She further said that I did not have the usual symptoms of migrain (of which I had totally forgotten, except for nausea) and proceeded to lecture me of the evils and dangers of self diagnose. So there goes my clever self.

Since the doctor said so, I guess I do not need all the health supplements offered to me. But thanks soooo much. I never knew that there are more than 8 person on this earth that read this blog. In fact, I doubted that even my husband read this :). And to actually read and acknowledged that i was not well and offered help.....it was so sweet of you guys. Please do not hate me but I really was indicipline when it comes to supplement taking. I did not even take my pregnancy supplements let alone now. My kitchen cupboards could testify to that...I bought all kind of supplements sold by friends in various MLM but hardly ever take more than a couple of time, no matter what good that the products promised

Anyway, the pretty doctor told me to cut down on coffee (oh no!), get enough sleep and exercise more (are u mad, doc?). That's all. Well, I did not check the doctor's credential but hey, the painkiller she prescribed worked. And fast. I was back on my feet the following day. By that time, I found out my brand new maid had already made herself at home. She figured out herself how to use washing machine, rice cooker, microwave, tv, vcd player and the boys' name. Once I was out and about, she gave me a long list of the missing groceries i needed to buy. Gosh! Not bad for someone who did not go to school at all. I must thank her previous employer then, for training her well. But first and foremost, thank God i now finally had a decent, if not competent, maid.

*gasp*

Ouch!

I'm thirty three today.

note to hubby:
no need for pressy, just preorder HP7 for me :)
there...u got off very easily

Nescafe Kickstart

Somehow I missed out the final. I did not really followed the series from the beginning but became intrigued later when among the chosen were two girls from fitness industry (if you do not mind me generalising 'dancing' as one of fitness categories).

I was rooting for Ninie. Nope, not because she is a Malay. I am no racist okay. But because publishing takes a lot of gut to do. What more publishing a yoga magazine plus a vcd. Not only you have to worry about magazine contents but you need to shoot a movie as well and looks pretty in it. Hell, that was one amazing feat. Granted, she has some celebrity friends to pose for her but, only to that extend. I doubted any of them is able to help much or see Ninie through for the next few issues. Now, contents and shooting aside, Ninie would have to deal with prejudice from public, specifically from the less informed muslim. It was all well in Klang Valley and some other cities, people have been exposed to yoga as another form of exercise for quite some time . Yoga is a very in thing now and almost everybody was into it or at least, plan to. Sadly, the craze and the information that come with it did not really reached every part of malaysia. So, I could almost see the tought bubble that formed : What???? A Malay/Muslim girl doing the sun salutation??? Isn't that ........... you fill in the blank yourself.

Somehow, I feel for her. So I felt it was pretty unfair that the other girl won. For God sake, she was only opening a dance studio. What so hard about it? If a boring accountant with two left feet like me could run a studio, so did everyone else. Anyway, since the winner was partially chosen by SMS vote, it was not really a surprise right? Joo Nee is pretty and oh..how she could sway her hip:)

But still, Ninie should have been the winner. She has great ideas, she works hard and she still has a long rough road to travel. The cash prize will definitely help a lot but I guess, it was not meant for her. Bravo, Ninie!

A muddy kind of day

For all I’ve been writing about aerobics, people must have thought that I have seen and done it all. No! I’ve never been to outdoor mass aerobics. It is where the many participants would be dancing in the open air (like padang bola or community hall) and the instructors (usually more than one) would stand in front stage, facing you.

TTDI Jaya residents had one yesterday morning in conjunction with Syabas launching their new water metre. No offense to those who enjoyed outdoor aerobics but I found it terribly uncomfortable. First, being in public place meant that you would have to dress decently. In my case, complete with tudung and long sleeve t-shirt. After five minutes, I was soaking wet with sweat. Secondly, being resident in now famous TTDI Jaya could only meant that the ground was forever wet with rain. It rained heavily the night before so instead of nice grassy football field, we had a wet mushy muddy ground that not only soaked through my dainty cross trainer but splattered me with mud from head to toe. (After a round of aerobics, netball game and searching for Amri at drawing contest) And I decided to wear white top, shoes and tudung for the occasion…ceh!

Also the presence of men in the group did make me a bit worried, because you know, as what the politicians often preached about, we women should never entice the opposite sex (duh) with any sexy move. And aerobics dance had evolved to be very sexy indeed. We do not want woman exercises to be banned from this country, no?

Well, I should have stayed with studio aerobics. I did not really enjoy being mud splattered from head to toe and sweating like a pig. And I hate not having firm traction on my feet because being a big momma I was, I had a fear of slipping and toppling over the cameraman who for reasons known only to him, kept his videocamera zoomed to me and not even bothering to be subtle about it. Did we know each other?

And this morning when I reached Seribadan, I felt so lucky. I’ve taken this place for granted because I owned it. I actually loved its wood flooring, mirrors, airconditioners, stacks of clean towel, drums of cold water and most of all, the privacy it offered which enable me to dress up in almost anything. It was tiny studio but sufficient.

Anyway, I’ll give it another try sometimes but I’ll check the ground first. Plus, I’ll wear everything black. It should be fun if the ground was not mushy and I didn’t get confused without mirrors.

Lost and found

I am so glad that little Yin was found and returned safely to his parents. It must be a huge torture, knowing your child is somewhere out there but unable to reach to him, hug him close and keep the child safe. And those people who unashamedly said things like the parents were too busy shopping to look after the kids, well....lets just hope the same things will not happened to you when you become a parents. All kids are different. Some are more adventerous than others. Some will stay meekly beside mommy and trail obediently once the mommy moves. But most are not. My boys are not and so are the majority of 5 years olds I know. I am constantly vigilant and I take precautions. Like putting my namecards in the boys pocket. Drilling the boys on what to do if they are lost. Teaching Amri to memorise my handphone number (he asks for a handphone instead). Despite all that, Amri still managed to get lost but fortunately at a familiar ground. He knows enough to get help from the staffs at information counter. I refused to brand myself a bad mommy because of that. But I'll definitely kick myself if it happens again. Or repeated by Adam. Thing happened so that we could learn, right?

I hope Yin's parents will face the future bravely. You know, things like when you want to visit a shopping mall again, well meaning friends and relatives will surely advise againts it. Or you develop a phobia for it. But you can't hide away forever. Lets face it anyway and learn from the past. Like cuffing your kids to the trolley (i'm kidding!) or look for a more child friendly mall. When there is a will, there is a way. Surely when a woman need to shop, she'll be triple creative?

I've never had migrain in my life. So when I had a bad headache on Saturday, I just brushed it off as lack of sleep. Which was true enough. But I didn't expect it to last for more than a couple of hours, let alone days. Usually a nice short nap will take care of it.

But not this time. Nap did not cure it. Neither did Panadol. A good long sleep at night did not even reduce the pain. Anyway, Amri had telematch at his school on Sunday morning. So I dragged myself out of bed, asked Adam to shower himself and drove to school. Luckily the school provided tents and chairs. Adam however, did not appreciated being out of bed so early and in one of his black mood. He refused to walk and demanded to be carried, giving reason that the ground was wet and slippery and he did not want his shoes to be dirty. Oh well...luckily hubby was there to lug his son around.

I survived the telematch and a breakfast afterwards then hit the sofa as soon as I reached home, leaving hubby to manage the boys and the house for another day.

Or so I thought.

By Sunday evening, hubby had his friend sent over a maid. Gosh! I was unprepared for a maid. Maybe I bullied hubby with too much housework that he thought he'd better get a maid:) The maid's room was being used as a laundry room and looked more like rubbish dumping ground. I tried in vain to clear up the mess within an hour that hubby's friend said the time he needed to reach our house. While a maid is a maid, I did not believe in giving a rubbish dump as her room, never mind where she came from, be it a hut without floor or whatever. And also, I wouldn't feel happy unless I feed my guest but I really did not feel like cooking. So I sent Amri to buy goreng pisang...heh!

Well...I now had a new unordered maid. She was someone else maid since January so all I had to do is pay levi and change employer name. Thank God she was not too unfamiliar with housework because I really did not feel like training anyone at the moment. The rest I would dealt with later

Doctor prescribed me with a stronger painkiller that actually worked. Finally, I could move a bit faster without seeing stars. And I could drive to Seribadan, which really cheered me up.

Ooops.....

It rained heavily around 4pm and by 5pm my front neighbour took her car to somewhere higher. I on the other hand, had other problems. First, I had to drive through the rising water to Bukit Jelutong and opened Seribadan for evening session. I also had to fetch Amri and Adam since hubby was going to be extra late.

So by 5.30pm I drove through the water in front of ttdi secondary school (thank God for a 4WD) and reached Seribadan just fine. Although there was some funny sound coming from CRV's engine afterwards. Or was it just my imagination? Got everything nice and ready for weekly hatha yoga class then off to Amri's school. I drove straight to the front gate only to see a closed one. Then vaguely remembered husband telling me something about closed gate and no parents allowed to drive into school compound during his PTA meeting (but why though). I was contemplating the safest way to reverse the car without causing a massive jam or pile up when suddenly the guard opened the gate for me. Cool! Thank you very much. I drove in quickly before he could change his mind.

Azida called me while I was walking towards Amri's classroom. The bell rang. Yakety yak...chat, chat..joke somemore, saw Amri sitting nicely in his classroom waiting for me then walked back to the car with Amri in tow. Gebang gebang with Azida some more. Offered to fetch her daughter as well but she declined, said bye bye then shoved Amri into the car before he could jump into any pool of water.

Made my exit without a hassle. For once, the traffic was orderly. Reached the traffic light at the junction and while waiting for green light, I contemplated the nice and orderly school traffic today. No parents making funny turn or blocking any exit point. No children running around wild. And...Amri and his classmate seemed to be sitting nicely even without a teacher around. They can't be that good, can they?

Then it hit me.

Oh my God......

The school was not over yet. Today is Tuesday. According to new timetable, school finished at 6.40pm on Monday and Tuesday. I fetched Amri during second last period bell, I guess. Alamak!!!

Hehehehe

Hantam sajalah labu.... Will apologize to the teacher tomorrow. Hope the last period teacher didn't think that someone kidnapped Amri and went to make a police report.