Three more days to HariRaya. The excitement is mounting and so does work, both at home and at the office. The kids are happy to have both mommy and papa on holiday, even though a short holiday. We are flying to Penang and then will rent a car to go back to hubby home town.
All preparations are complete, the new clothes for the kids, the cookies, the new shoes, everything! Fatini is the happiest as she has been "fasting" half day throughout the month.
House cleaning in progress and the ironing is done. I am all set.
The kids have been the apples of my eyes. Both growing up and become more matured. Even Fatini has taught Emir the meaning of puasa - "Emir, puasa means cannot eat, she said" since Emir always said he is fasting when asked even though he's busy chewing something.
They also enjoyed playing small fireworks in the garden at night and fatini liked to wake up for the early breakfast and eat a spoonful or so of porridge.
I am looking forward the spend this precious time with my family.

Kids in Ramadhan

This year, I introduced the concept of fasting to my kids. Fatini, age 6, started fasting on her own will for half day since day one of Ramadhan. She woke up early to eat with eyes half closed. I didn’t really wake her early, just early enough such that the sun has not risen.

For the first time she didn’t have the early breakfast today. I warned her that if she didn’t wake up to eat, she can’t fast today and she cried her stubborn cry saying she wanted to fast. On top of that she said, she wanted to do it full day today. So, let’s see …She has a good courage and a good understanding. It doesn’t matter if she couldn’t pull it through. I thought it would be difficult to teach them about fasting, surprisingly everything goes well.

Off course Fatini asked me why we fast. It’s difficult for me to reason on religious basis with her because of her string of why’s. So I told her about the poor people who do not have food to eat and have to suffer hunger all day long. And that she will get new dresses and new toys on HariRaya. That make her happy enough and looking forward to HariRaya.

Even though meals are simple every night (my cooking) but it’s been a lovely time to have all sitting at the table for the fast breaking every evening. My husband and I made sure we go home early everyday for this special time.

Fatini and Emir also like going to the small mosque nearby every night because of the playground and that they can meet and play with new friends since there are quite a few kids coming to the mosque as well. They don’t pray but their presence add cheers to the night.

A note to myself

Let the children be children. Being children means

1. they will do things to annoy you
2. they will embarrass you in public like banging tables and shouting in restaurants
3. they will fight amongst each other
4. the girls will whine and cry
5. the boys will pinch and push
6. they won’t listen to you 90% of the time
7. they will argue with you
8. they don’t move when you ask them to do something
9. they watch TV all the time
10. they won’t brush their teeth when you tell them
11. they won’t go to bed when you tell them
12. they don’t eat what you serve
13. they will ask to eat what you don’t have or let them
14. they will dawdle when you are rushing
15. they will cry and shout loudly
16. they will demand toys you don’t want to buy
17. they will push you to the limit!

… but they will also

1. say “I love you” so very often
2. shower you with kisses, night and day,
3. call you mummy
4. massage your back when you said you are in pain
5. hug you 100 times a day
6. laugh at your jokes
7. talk to you when you have nobody to talk to
8. fight to sleep next to you every night
9. fight to sit next to you
10. touch your face and hair
11. sleep on your lap
12. praise ” you are so beautiful” to you
13. never forget your birthday, mother’s day, valentine day and give you wishes and cards
14. keep you company

So, give the children what they need which are love and patience.

Emir and the dentist

I don’t know what to say about Emir. Half of the time he will be most adorable and the next half, he will do what he likes. He also kept me surprised with all his unexpected antics.

We went to see the dentist for check ups last month and found out that he has holes in his teeth. Quite significant ones. I have overlooked this, I felt terrible. Fatini’s teeth was allright though , except for one which was filled up last week. Fatini even though quite hesitant to sit in the dentist seat, once seated will remain quiet until everything is done to perfection.

Today was the third visit for Emir. It had been difficult to get him to open his mouth, to sit still and to let the dentist work on his teeth. On the 2^nd visit a few weeks ago, he stopped the dentist, pulled out the instruments and the napkin and got up, saying ‘ I’m done’ while the dentist was still trying to fill up the tooth. We were offcourse (dentist, nurse and me) all tried to hold him still.

Anyway, today’s visit has improved, but still, he was rolling his body constantly, putting his legs up, etc and at one point actually told me a story, ‘you know mummy, when I was ….bla, bla, bla…” while the dentist still had his hands in his mouth! And we tried to stop him talking.

Anyway, the dentist had no choice than to expedite the filling job, the work according to him was not as perfect since Emir could not let him clean the tooth properly. Emir still have a few more visits to go. Hopefully he will be able to cooperate better next time.

Rambling

Yesterday coming back from work, while travelling, all of a sudden, all cars stopped and traffic built up real fast. Normally the road stretch is quite easy in traffic. So all kind of cars started to show their impatience, squeezing here and there, showing the "I'm smarter, you're stupid" kind of attitude. Anyway, when I finally arived at the 'cause 'of the traffic jam, the scene I saw just dampened my spirit to the lowest level. A fatal accident, a motorist (bike rider) killed by a car. Somebody's father, somebody's son was lying on the road. The police were already there taking control of the madness.

You know what, no matter how rude the bikers are, there are equal amount of rude and reckless drivers. You really don't want to hurt or kill anybody, God forbids. Always watch out for pedestrians and the bikers. For bikers, even though you think, "if you dare to hit me..." kind of thoughts, please consider there are young drivers, old drivers, drunk drivers, smart XXX drivers, worried drivers, depressed drivers, in-a-hurry drivers, etc, etc so please do consider.

Monday morning

This morning was really a tiring one for me. I woke up late to start with and jumped out of the bed. I couldn't sleep last night, last I checked on the time it was almost 4 am before I fell asleep.

Anyway this morning, I tried my best, speediest efforts to tidy up the mess and prepared the children's bags. Then my husband told me, my car couldn't start. That's it, I was going to be very late.

The car had been temperamental lately. Sometimes it refused to start. Anyway, this morning when my husband tried again, the car started. However, I was hesitant to drive the car, fearing it might break down somewhere on the highway. Me, children and a broken down car, no way...!!!

After discussion, I reluctantly agreed to drive hubby's car and for him to take my car to the workshop. I am not used to driving his car and I am always nervous to drive his car. If I or anybody get the car scratched or dirtied, I would be hearing no ends to his complaints.

Anyway, after getting myself comfortable in the driver seat, I drove his car very carefully and thank God, there was no traffic jam whatsoever on the road. I safely delivered the children at school and arrived at work. I hope the traffic won't be too packed on the road later today when it is time to go home.

I recently have been thinking the time I took to get to work and back. It was too time consuming, too stressful and the bad traffic jam is taking a toll on my body. I am really seriously thinking about quiting my job in the city centre and find another one outside the city.

Ben 10

Emir said to me , "Mummy..., can you buy me a real Ben 10 watch so that I can transform to superpowers and save people..., please, please...."
I said," i bought you Ben 10 watch already!" and he said, " That's a toy Ben 10 watch, what I want is a real Ben 10 watch which I can turn and can transform me to superpowers!"

To Emir, Ben 10 is real, and that there is such watch that can transform boys to become whatever aliens... and the good thing is that he wants to save people.

He believed it, and that brought smile to my face, every time he asked it. I am enjoying the chidlren innocence period for now...

The previous weekend, we went to Tanjong Dawai in Kedah. That was part of the trip back to Husband’s home town. I never knew there was a beach there, but the reason we went there was because my brother in law had started his fishery business. We also wanted to take my father in law for a ride and change of scenery.

The beach was not as clean and clear but there were quite a number of people, restaurants and stalls. We got to see the beach as well as the fishing boats moored by the jetty.

We had our evening meal of seafood at one of the outdoor restaurants. It turned out to be very expensive as I expected it to be cheaper than KL due to the remoteness and low maintenance of the place. Anyway I guess, the business people take advantage of the load of people visiting the beach.

Before returning to my MIL's house, we we went to Sg Petani where all the siblings and children gathered together for chit chat until late. Fatini and Emir were so happy to meet their cousins there especially Aishah and Armani. Armani has been, since small, an ardent admirer of Emir, we and even the grandparents had always wondered at the chemistry there. She's always like "Emir, Emir, Emir..."

Since the children were already big and had their scheduled activities it has been difficult to find time to go back to my hubby's home town due to the long and tiring journey. However, we tried to every three months or so. Andt when we did, we had nothing but good times. I had always enjoyed this part of Malaysia especially the food.

My Day

Sunday was Mother’s day, yesterday was my anniversary and today is my birthday. May is really a special month for me. It is also the month of my sister’s birthday and my mom’s.

Fatini and Emir prepared a mother’s card at school. Fatini had been really monitoring mother’s day and kept on asking me day by day until Sunday. She's marvellous at remembering dates and days :-)

Last night, husband took us to dinner to celebrate my birthday cum anniversary. At first I thought it was just an ordinary dinner. So okay, no problem, let's go. But I dressed up a little bit though. After some drive, it turned out he brought us to Hilton at Sentral. Well, Fatini and Emir were awed by the hotel security checking the car boot and the underside before letting us through into the car park.

The dinner was at the Boardwalk by the poolside. It was a romantic place, but we were booked with table for four, off course. However, the view from the restaurant overlooking the city at night was fantastic. I was quite pleased with the place.


There, while enjoying the scenes and drinks we were serenaded by a trio singer with guitar and drum beats, and the quiet atmosphere (that was before the kids arrived) was pleasant. Emir was besotted with the singers and kept on watching them singing which was just nearby our table. We had also ordered dinner to our heart content. Fatini couldn't wait to eat.

Then the singers ended their singing session , I was not sure what the time was, as I was enjoying the moments. They sang beautifully and I was sorry the session ended. A while after, they approached our table, I thought they were just dropping to say Hi and Goodbye to us especially to Emir who had been watching them with a high level of admiration. I said to Emir, look! the singers come to see you. After saying hi and small talk with us, all of a sudden they started singing softly Happy Birthday song and a waiter, at the same time, brought a cake complete with candle and all glory to our table. Was that for me....? Wow!, that’s the first time I had been serenanded and celebrated that way, and in surprise. So they sang with guitar and music, with Emir’s loudly sang along, Happy Brithday to Mummy and the cake had Happy Brithday Mummy written on it and huge strawberries. Fatini who didn’t expect the surprise felt shy a little bit but Emir was singing happily aloud.

I was taken aback by my husband’s show of creativity in producing this surprise for me, I just didn’t expect it from him. Was that really him after all these years.... Thank you so much darling.

So we went home after, as the kids were getting sleepy and drowsy. Once at home, I was as usual, got immediately busy in the kitchen cleaning up and making milk for Emir, when all of a sudden I heard the kids murmurs of excitement again and my husband produced another surprise for me, a bouquet of roses. That was ah! so sweet.






I was so happy and touched by the family in celebrating my birthday. Who else in this world will share the special days with me if not them. Their acts made me forget all the exhaustion and nitty gritties that come along with being a working wife and mother.

Anyway, I thought last night was it, but unexpectedly this morning, I had another surprise. I think that’s the final one, hahaha. Anyway, thank you to my husband and my children for the wonderful dinner and surprises and presents. I love you all very, very much.

Test

Last Saturday we went to send Fatini to sit for a readiness test for entry to a private school next year. It is an option for us, still considering lots of other things. She seems to like the school and can't wait to start. The subjects tested were Math, English and Bahasa. Fatini said they were easy. Really? Well, we'll see when the results are out.

My warriors

Last Sunday, Fatini and Emir were attending the taekwondo grading exams. I felt very proud to see their utter dedication. We were a little worried about Emir, afraid that he may not take the exam seriously, however, as always, Emir gave me a wonderful surprise. He knows when to take things seriously and when to be playful. He was the littlest, it looked like, at 4+ years old. My children had done very well and I am, as always, the proud parent.

Fatini is six years old. I found it difficult to believe that she’s a big girl now, growing right in front of my eyes. She has developed characters of her own. I am happy that she has lots of positive qualities and I can feel but humungous pride for her.

I had arranged for a birthday party at home last Sunday. Since I like to start party in the morning, we started early at 10 am when guests began to arrive. I hope the kids have had good times. Having a party at home required a lot of hectic planning and I still managed to forget a few things like the cake knife, a thing here and a thing there. I got lots of help from my sis in law Intan, and my sisters Liza and dak Angah who came all the way from Melaka. Without them, I don't think I could cope by myself. So my gratitude to them. All in all, I think it went well, I was happy and greatly relieved. Fatini’s cousins and friends all came to make her party special. I hope Fatini will remember this event in her life.

Some pictures for show.

I have not been writing a long time, blame it on no time, no mood , no story to tell, or whatever…. Anyway, I certainly want to continue telling about my kids if not anything else that’s more exciting …. Emir who turned 4 last December has made an absolutely brilliant progress in reading and truth be told, it surprised me, but I was extremely thrilled by it. Why, he didn’t even want tor read last year, except listening to story read by me. But when I tried to teach him he had refused and shied away from it. Which had triggered sparks of concern from me, which is obviously unwarranted. All of a sudden this year, he showed a lot of interest and ta da…! he reads already… simple words but I think he is a lot advanced than expected….and he reads almost every night! What a joy!

Fatini, is turning 6 in two weeks time, and is an absolute darling to her teachers at school. She reads very well and that has started to include thicker informative materials. She’s obedient at school but at home , it’s another story altogether. Don’t ask me but she has a natural talent to drive me insane. What to say… that’s how the children behave when the mummy is around, more carefree with their feelings and I guess they will always try to test their boundaries within the safe surrounding.

This year Fatini will be spending her last year of kindergarten and gosh it’s already April. With her birthday coming so soon, I am planning her birthday to be celebrated at home so that she could bring her friends to our home. And this is a major headache for me right now. It is always more messy to do it at home and I’m running out of time and has progressed absolutely zero as of now. I am a bit confused with organizers and I don’t know how reliable they are. I just hope that finally everything will be going smoothly. I certainly have lots of work to do.

We had a young guest last weekend. It was Fatini’s best friend, Suzu, a Japanese girl. She’s leaving Malaysia soon, to go back to her home country Japan after some years living here. Since they were so close and had spent so much time together all this while, I decided to ask the Mom if she could let Suzu spend a night at our place.

On that afternoon, we had arranged for a small get together at another mom's place, the kids were looking forward to it so much that Fatini had been nagging about "when are we going there" since the morning. They had a swim in the pool amongst themselves. The kids really loved to spend time together. Come evening, we brought Suzu home for overnight. Fatini was so elated to have her at home.

We hope Suzu had a great time at our home.

Another meet with school friends at one's home. It was such a thrill and what can I say... it was dark by the time we decided to part. I realized that no matter how long I have separated from them, when we met, time seemed to freeze, we were back to school days, except that we are more matured now in our thinking and things that we talked about were also different. However, all in all, I can say that my friends really haven't changed!

We had a high school reunion a couple of weeks ago. It was in Seremban but those in KL took the time to drive all the way there. This was the first after we left Form 5 so I was so nervous to go, to meet back everybody after a long time of separation. It turned out that I was not the only one feeling this way. These were the people I grew up with for 5 years. Since my school was co-ed, there were what used to be the boys too, now all grown men. Those that were so naughty turned out well after all, holding important positions in various organizations.

Well, in high school, there were those that I was closed too and those friends who were not so closed but friends nevertheless. So meeting the classmates and the best friends were the event for me that I really looked forward to.

It turned out to be a lot of fun. About 51 of us turned up which is slightly less than half. We had a fantastic time, mostly talking and joking around, ignoring the foods. Took some pictures and a couple of people were nice enough to prepare goody bags to distribute to all.

Lots of us have changed in appearance, especially the men, with all the bellies and all. The women mostly maintained even though some has grown in size widthwise, including me hahaha.

A few of have 6 to7 children, wow, married as young as 19! Some only have one child. Some of the women were professionals like doctors, lecturers and some were housewives. We have amongst us who married each other too!

I don’t know when we’ll meet again the whole lot. I was happy to meet them and hope we will continue to meet agaqin.

We didn’t go anywhere this 4 day weekend. Decided just to stay at home and did some cleaning up, rearranging and hanging things. But most importantly to me, this weekend marked a major milestone progress for my kids. Fatini has started to sleep in a separate room. This was solely her initiative. That's what she wanted and Me half heartedly between being happy and difficulty to let go, relented to the wish.

We made up one of the rooms so that it tallies with her taste. Just as quickly, she started to move her photos (and Emir’s), favourites toys and books to the racks in the room. Now she and Emir started to spend more time in the room. She wanted a room for herself separate from Emir, but Emir wanted to share her room. I managed to talked her into the room sharing idea though.

Then come night time she wanted to sleep there. Considering she had sharing my bed all these times, this was a major step for her and it was quite admirable. She had been very brave and courageous to make such a big move. It just happened so naturally. All she asked was not to switch off the light as she said she was scared of the dark.

I thought well , she would sleep throughout the night anyway. Well, she did actually wake up some time in the early hours looking for me asking to send her to the bathroom and then back to her new bed.

Also looks like Emir is following suit soon as this morning he claimed he slept by himself last night! Actually he moved to his sister bed early this morning.

The ones more anxious about the change are actually me and hubby. We kept on putting our heads into the room from time to time to check on her while she’s sleeping. Well, occasionally lying down next to her as well. I thought I would be sleeping with them until they are twelve! It seems not so.

It have been two nights already. I guess that’s it, the slow return of my privacy but the start of my children’s independence.

Sunny morning

This morning the kids were having such good time in the car on the way to school. The road was jammed, due to the bright early morning sun, however the highly good spirit in the car lightened me up. The kids were joking, laughing and playing together, mind you, without the usual cropping argument or fighting.

Emir who always have a jovial temperament was really laughing at whatever the sister was saying or doing which obviously had the intent to tickle her brother's humor. This does not always happen, I mean, most times, good talks and laughs always interspersed with fighting between the two siblings.

I pray in my heart that the kids will have a good relationship between them throughout their life. That they be for each other despite having their own family later.

Today I went to the Toys’rus to find a toy. A toy bus actually. Since my kids have been fighting over the one toy bus at home. The one we have at home has been there for years. There’s never been any interest shown before. All of a sudden, recently, both of them think the bus is very interesting. They’ve been fighting over that one bus since a few days ago. Fatini brought it into the car this morning. Emir saw it and wanted it and had been asking for it from the sister, who said No! of course and this made him wanted it more. The fight continued in the car this morning. Which made me promise them that I will get another one today.

But I didn’t find exactly the same one. So I bought another smaller boring version, hopefully they will accept it. And another very small aeroplane, a cheap one too. So that at least each one will have a new toy today. And give me some peace of mind tonight. I didn’t want to spend too much on toys since they just got their daddy to buy some expensive ones last weekend.

We all woke up early this morning. The kids watched TV before gotten ready. I don’t know what to do but I noticed that my kids especially Emir are so into watching TV. I control which channel to watch though. There will be some day when I will lay down rules for TV time.

Tomorrow is another day working before the long weekend. I’m so looking forward to it. I got some activites line up for the children on Saturday morning.

So far so good

This week I feel a bit under the weather. It’s the flu, I got it and Emir got it. It started with him having the stuffy nose. With him sleeping so close to me , night after night, it’s always been the case, whatever bug he gets, I will eventually get it too.

My head had been aching on one side too since the past few days. I really hope it’s nothing, wishing as I always do despite the worries. I really don’t want to make that trip to the hospital to check my condition. I hate spending my precious time waiting for my turn. And I hate the nervousness when waiting for the medical result. It’s worse than the feeling I felt waiting for my exam results to come out.

My first two weeks of the year has started slowly and surely. My kids are back to their normal routine except that they were proud that they were upgraded to the next level of class. Both of them are excited about growing up and couldn’t wait to be “ mummy and daddy” and me and hubby become “ grandma and grandpa” as they put it.

Saturday morning is as busy as usual with the kids drama classes, only now Fatini has another class to attend which is the hip hop dancing. For me, okay…. The kids can join any class with the condition it doesn’t inconvenient me too much in terms of timing and that the kids love the classes. They can stop any time. Saturday afternoon and the whole Sunday is reserved for family time and swimming.

And me, I am back to work. The work is okay but the travelling in the morning and evening really kills me. It’s more tiring and more stressful to sit in the driver seats for hours than doing actual work at the office. I tried to leave the office earlier to beat the traffic before it starts to jam up.

This year and thereafter, I want to take things more easily, do things more slowly. I want to enjoy life more. Lead a healthy lifestyle. Plan more and achieve more with less effort off course. Most of all I want to bond beautifully with my children, so that they grow up happily.

and where is Heaven

My niece came back for holiday from Australia and she brought souvenirs for me, a marvelous Revlon lipsticks set, exactly my colours, and for each of my children she bought a pair of crocs. My kids immediately loved them. Pinks one for Fatini and orange colour for Emir. In fact when we went to Hong Kong, they persisted to take the crocs along. In fact my niece bought something for almost everybody within her extended family circle.

Off course I felt happy and touched. Faizah to me is like my little sister or like my own daughter. I don’t have kids who are big enough to buy me presents especially when they come back from somewhere. She’s the first one amongst her generation who ever brought me presents. I was touched and I was happy. She had used her own money for all the souvenirs ( I actually asked !). I remembered she started to buy me something when she was in the secondary school.

I used to tease her when she was in primary school, every time she went for her school trip, and brought her grandmother some souvenirs, I always asked her, “where’s my souvenir, Faizah?” as she never bought for me any thing during that time. Her answer was always, “I don’t have enough money..” and she would explain to me, cent by cent on what she had spent. Those were old memories. As a child, she never indulged in wasting money. In fact, she always asked me to buy things she need, and even though I did buy them sometimes,, I also said to her, ask your father, she will reply, but I feel so sorry for ayah….Even though at that time I thought, “bertuah punya budak!!”, at the same time I was happy that as a daughter she had that feeling of affection and compassion for her father.

It is a peace of mind to see children who I used to see as little children grow up and become good individuals who respect parents and the elderlies no matter what. It saddens me to hear news of abandoned parents who were left to their own device by the children that they raised with their sweat and love. It saddens me to see how children when they grow up talked to parents as if the parents owe them something, with no respect and no fear about hurting the parents’ feeling. They treat the parents as if the parents are the ones who need them and they don’t need their parents. It’s even worse when the children still take money from the parents.

No matter how wrong your parents are in your perception, which could be wrong anyway, as long as they never abused you sexually, they are still your parents, deserving respect and good manners from you, always. Heaven is under the parents’ feet indeed!

Little problem

I had no problems so far when dropping the children at school but this morning, Emir, upon waking up in the car refused to go to school and his excuse was he wanted to follow mummy. He didn’t want to get off from the car at the school. He seemed really adamant not to come down from the car.

I hated to lie to my children. I feel guilty when i did it but I didn’t want to physically force him. So I told him that I needed to see his teacher to inform her that he’s not going to school and I asked him to come with me. Being smart, he asked me to go by myself and leave him in the car to wait. I made excuses about not leaving children alone in the car. He didn’t budge. I told him, "Papa said to me, I cannot leave the children alone in the car. It’s too dangerous!" He pondered a while maybe thinking that’s his daddy's instruction, maybe he thinks I was right after all, he finally obeyed and came with me.

In the school, he hanged on to me, refusing to let me go.

To say he was not happy at the school may not be correct because it was only yesterday that he didn’t want to come home from school when I asked him to leave. Every evening I waited half an hour to get my children ready to leave for home.

Nevertheless Emir’s behaviour this morning worried me. Because it was not normal for him. He was really crying when the teacher restrained him from following me back to the car. He was never that difficult to be left before. Was he sick? Was he missing me after spending days and nights continuously with me during the holiday? Was he tired? Was he having a bad time in school? All kind of questions raced through my mind.

I hope he’s okay. I called this morning and one of his teachers said he’s okay and had already played with his friend. That kind of calmed me down a bit even though I still worried. I also worried that he thinks I had tricked and lied to him.

The thing about Emir is, he’s going through his “terrible 4” time afetr passing the "terrible 3" time....after passing the " terrible 2".... ! He’s a bit naughty now and more playful than before. He also seemed to have this attitude that if he thinks he’s not being treated right by his sister or friends, he would pull their hair or pinch them. Maybe these were done out of frustration from a small boy. He got punished every time though. Not severe punishment but out time and writing sentences. Maybe he got punished too often and he started not to enjoy school anymore. Or maybe this is just a phase that will pass. Well, these are just my guesses. I will certainly discuss this with his teachers later today. I will certainly try to reduce scolding him for a while for small misbehaviour.

I really hope he's okay now.

What a holiday!

I am back after a long… holiday. Well, I always take an extended holiday at end of year with my family. I haven’t been updating. I like to wish Happy New Year to everybody.

During the holiday we brought the children to Hong Kong and stayed for 10 days. Why Hong Kong? Well it started with me promising Fatini months ago to take her there after some of her friends came back from Hong Kong Disneyland. Since then, week after week she will follow up with my promise.

At 10 days we had enough time to visit Disneyland for two days and Ocean Park for 2 days. Other days were spent touring around the city on double decker bus, lingering around the famous Victoria Harbour at sea as well as at the port by day and by night.

There were also sufficient time to rest in between days so that the kids were not exhausted from too much activities.

This was my first time in Hong Kong and for me it was a pleasant surprise even though everything was so expensive. My advice will be to bring lots of cash and credit cards when visiting. Change your cash at the airport or money exchanger as hotels and banks do not accept RM for exchange. Banks may charge additional fees.

The cities were clean and the public transports were reliable. Bus was cheapest and MRT for four people was expensive. Taxi’s cost is as expected and we had used taxi for the first few days before we knew our way and started to take the bus. The kids wanted to ride on the bus anyway.

People seemed very busy and the street sides were as busy as Oxford Street in London during sales seasons. Hong Kong people are stylish and well dressed for most of them.

As for the kids, they had a good time and bought lots of toys. It’s very difficult to say no as toys were everywhere especially at the theme parks. I told Fatini there will be no new toys until next December!

Some pictures for memories.