Am I having a writer's block?

I use to be able to blog all the time, but now I can hardly find time to even think what I want to blog about, even though I feel like I have lots to blog about.

Have I got the writer's block?

Whenever I am travelling, on the plane, in the car, driving to work or just on my way somewhere, I have lots that I want to write about.

But as soon as I get home, I am either rushing to get dinner done, household chores to do, or just plain tired, mentally and physically, to even switch on my laptop to write anything.

I love writing. Always have since I was a young girl. But now, being so busy, I can't even find time to sit down and put into words what I want to say......

Maybe it will come back to me when I am more relaxed.

Maybe it will come back to me when I really have something to say or have something to get off my chest. For now, I am just staring at the computer, not able to recall what was it that I wanted to write about....

Maybe it's time I sleep early, have a good rest, wake up early when all is quiet, something will come up.

For now, it's good night. Sleep tight! 

We could not be there..........

Today, our eldest niece, Kuya, got married. It was held in Kota Bharu. 

Despite the flood crisis and all, the ceremony itself went on smoothly. We wanted to be there to lend support to her. Her own mum could not be there. We wanted to surprise her (our niece). 

We have been performing the “Sembahyang Hajat” every day, ever since we made plans to fly up to Kota Bharu for the wedding. We prayed that the floods will subside, and the rain will stop, so that my niece can go through with her akad nikah, and we can fly up for the ceremony. 

My sister Adura has been keeping us informed of the flood situation daily, and as the flood worsens, we kept praying for a miracle. 

Our flight was supposed to be at 3.30pm today, 28th December. Her original date for the akad nikah was supposed to be on the 29th morning. But due to unpredictable weather conditions and rising flood water levels, they decided to have the ceremony earlier, throwing our plans to surprise her off tangent. 

Even as late as 11.00am today, we were all (hubby, son and I) still set and ready to catch the 3.30pm flight with the hope that the akad nikah will be held after 5.00pm so that we can still make it on time, even if we have to take the lorry to the ceremony, like my mum did. 

But at 12.00noon, my niece told me that the akad nikah will take place before Zohor, which means that it will take place before 1.00pm. She said that it is starting to rain again, and she doesn't want to take any chances. She has every right to be worried. The weather is so unpredictable.

My heart sank. I am going to miss my niece's wedding. My very first niece’s wedding. It felt like it was only yesterday that I was bringing her and her sister Kuyana around to family gatherings. Now she is getting married. 

I do so want to be there for her, but how? I have no private jet... 

It was too late to change our tickets to an earlier flight. 

By then, she had already known of my plans to fly up to KB for her ceremony. I told her about it the night before to give her moral support. I told her that I will try my very best to be there. 

I felt restless all afternoon today, during the time that I assumed was the time the ceremony took place. 

I feel sad that I could not be there for my niece. I so wanted to be there for her, but the worsening flood, and unconfirmed time of akad nikah due to unpredictable weather conditions just wasn't working in our favour to make the trip. 

So it was nice to finally see photos of the ceremony my sister posted. I cried.... 

Congratulations, Kuya, and Felix. You look so very pretty today. 

Sorry we could not be there on your big day. We tried...... 

May you have a long and happy marriage with lots of kids. Big hugs!

Missing Little Robin

I miss Robin, a kitten who made our house his home a month ago. 

He came one day when I was outstation and hubby decided to feed him. 

The next day he came again and I gave him milk which he drank like he hasn't eaten in over a week. 

I took him to the vet to have him vaccinated and give him flea medicine last week. I also gave him a good shampooing as he wanted to come into the house to play. 

I have come to love him and miss him when I am away. 

Today, like any day, we would let him out to play. 

He usually does not go far. He would just play around our back yard. But now it is already 6.00pm, and he is still not yet back, whereas Jack and Jane, our other 2 cats have come home about an hour ago. 

I feel so sad. I hope he comes home before we retire for the day.....

A Challenging 1st 4 days......

It's been quite a challenge the first 4 days of the fasting month.

I had a splitting headache on the 1st day of Ramadhan after we went out to Bazaar Ramadhan in Shah Alam when the sun was still very hot. Before the headache could go away, I had a bad case of diarrhea. 

To top it up, Aiman came down with a high fever that Thursday morning after sahur.

His fever subsided for a while only to be replaced with a bad case of diarrhea. He had to miss his flight back to Langkawi on Saturday due to the high fever and diarrhea. I hope he will recover quickly enough to take the next possible flight back to Langkawi this coming week.

I am still having a headache and was taking panadol but because of the continuous hot weather, and the diarrhea, the headache was hard to subside. It became a cycle.

I get diarrhea, my body gets dehydrated and my tummy is empty, giving rise to gastric. The gastric would go up to my head, giving me a headache.

I try to eat when berbuka puasa, but my tummy refuses to accept the food because it is already filled with gas. I end up having no appetite or would throw out everything I ate if I push myself to eat. It’s becoming a vicious cycle. No food - empty tummy – giving rise to gastric - get a headache.

At 2.00am Sunday morning, I woke up with a bad case of diarrhea again. I took a pill of charcoal and tried going back to bed, and managed to sleep another hour before it was time to get up and prepare sahur.

This morning for sahur, I decided to make Aiman's favourite rice - Nasi Beriani, so that we would both have the appetite to eat.

Aiman managed to finished a big plate of Nasi Beriani, while I managed to  eat enough with the hope that it will sustain long enough in my tummy to solve my gastric problem and in turn, solve my headache problem.  

I managed to find a sachet of pill chit kit teck aun, a Chinese medicine known to cure diarrhoea. I must remember to buy more to keep as standby in the house.

I took that and went to bed, but not before going to the bathroom another 2 more times.

I woke up at 7.15am this morning feeling much better, Alhamdullillah.  I was feeling well enough to do the laundry, sort out the already folded clothes and put them into their appropriate places in the closet, organised my mum’s room a bit and now feeling good enough to sit down for a longer time to write and go online.

I hope that is the end of my headache and gastric problems. I hope Allah will grant me the wish for me to be able to do my ibadah puasa with calmness and patience and to be able to do my sembahyang terawih with my hubby on weekends and all other ibadah that is required of me to be a good muslim, InsyaAllah. Amin.  

On another note, Ma and Lin, please don’t worry. I am feeling much better today. You both worrying about me is only making me worry more and would only make me have a headache thinking of you worrying about me. I just need some time alone to do my own things with a little less chaos because the office is chaos enough already. See you this Saturday!

Lots of love and big hugs!

8 March 2013 - A day spent with Aiman

This was supposed to be posted more than 2 months ago, but, as usual, things don't always go according to plan. That's life, I suppose! LOL!

Anyway, this is more for Aiman's future reading.

I was in Langkawi on 8th March 2013 and this was my thoughts for the day..... 

It was nice to be able to spend some quality time with Aiman today.

I flew in to Langkawi in the morning, rented a car and checked into a hotel .

I had planned it (check into a hotel) with Aiman days earlier on what we were going to do together when I visit.

The plan was, after picking him up, we would come back to the hotel to order room service as Aiman wouldn't have had his lunch yet when l pick him up as he would have just be done with his Friday prayers.

When we came back to the hotel, we found the price of a simple fried kuew teow to be too expensive at RM26 a plate.

I suggested to Aiman that we just have lunch at a restaurant nearby,  but Aiman was tired and sleepy. He just wanted to stay in the hotel room. So I went down and got us each  Fried Rice.

Aiman finished his Fried Rice in minutes. LOL!

He must be really hungry, it being 3.00pm already. Either that, or the Fried Rice must have really tasted nice compared to the meals he has been having at his Asrama. *grin*

After lunch, Aiman set himself up on the bed to watch football on TV, something he missed very much.

I gave him until 4.00pm to watch TV as I wanted him to take a short nap when he complained that he was tired and sleepy, having had a very active week the week before.

He managed to get at least 40 minutes of nap time. I felt sorry for him when I had to wake him up at 5.00pm, seeing how deep in sleep he was. But we had to get going.

I still needed to take him to the barber as he needed to have a hair cut before I send him back to school.  He has to be back before 6.00pm.

However,  when we got to the barber, there was a long queue. We hardly had 30 minutes to spare before I had to send him back to school. So we decided to abandon the idea of getting a hair cut for that day and we headed straight to his school.

When we got to his school, it was 5.40pm. I wanted to stay in the car awhile to chit chat with him some more, but he was anxious and eager to join his friends for a game of badminton. 

Boys! You come all the way to see him and he is in a hurry to play with his friends!

When we talk on the phone, he tells us that wants us to come visit. When we come visit, he is in a hurry to go back to his dorm! *sigh*

  

However, not wanting to get him all anxious,  we said our goodbyes with hugs and kisses.

As I see him walk into his school building, I cannot help but feel a lump in my throat. I miss my baby already.

I consoled myself by saying that at least he looked more settled than he was just 2 weeks ago, on the phone, when he was calling me, crying, not wanting me to go home as I was getting ready to board the plane after just dropping him off in school just an hour earlier.

Love you, Sayang! Take care!

Killing 2 birds with one stone

For the last 2 years, on my birthday or a couple of weeks after that, without intending to, I bought myself non-related craft things which I feel have been quite worth it and a really good investment.

Last year, I bought myself Sam, my Samsung Tab. Bought it in July, and since I haven't bought myself a BD gift, I considered Sam as a BD gift to myself.

This year, with my knee problem, I bought a recumbent bike so that I can go cycling every day and any time I feel like it, instead of having to go to the gym as I find going to the gym a chore - the driving to and fro, the parking, etc.

I bought the bike in late July, and consider that too as a BD to myself when I realised I have not bought myself anything yet. *grin*

I think since having the bike, I cycle almost daily with a few missed days, at an average of about 20 - 30 minutes a day.

In the previous years, during the fasting month, despite not eating much, I struggle to lose even a single gram (no kidding!).

This fasting month, having gone 'cycling' on my recumbent bike for 20 minutes every nite after my maghrib prayers, in an effort to improve the strength around my knee area, I have also finally managed to lose 4 kgs!!! That's about 1kg a week!

Nothing much yet, I know, but it is a start!

I hope to lose another 14kgs so that I can get back to my weight when I first got married, or an additional 3 kgs (17kgs total) to get to my weight before I got married!! Of course, spread over 14 - 17 weeks! *grin*

That's about 3 - 5 months. By rough calculations, I should set to reach my target by January of next year!

Hmm..OK. If I do achieve that target, insyaAllah, it would be a good start to the new year, God willing! :)

I know! I know! I am being very ambitious, but I am going to do it slowly and steadily so that I don't lose the momentum.

I have my hubby, who is an exercise freak, cheering me on! LOL!

I know that if I keep at it (cycling), not only the area around my knees will get strengthened, but I will also lose weight in the process! Gain 2 things from performing 1 form of excercise! Now that's what I call COOL! LOL!

Cheer me on, OK, guys? *wink*

How things have changed.....

Last Saturday, 11 August 2012, after buying the baking things at Bake with Yen in Puchong in preparation to bake cakes for the coming Raya, I dropped by Epal, the shop cum sewing class where I bought my 2 sewing machines and learned to make so many bags, quilts, and clothes, just to see what’s new.

A lot have changed since the last time I dropped by there. For one, all the teachers who taught me sewing have all left and gone to greener pastures, or, gotten married, gotten pregnant, and left to concentrate in raising a family. Only the Branch Manager is still around, but when I dropped by there that day, she was on leave. She had gone back to Sabah to see her grandmother who was ill. So everyone at the center that day was unfamiliar to me. *sad*

As I walked into the shop, I was greeted by this huge stand right in front of the shop which hung many new bag designs. I inquired if I could buy some of the patterns for the bags, but was told that they don’t sell the patterns, but instead, I would have to buy the fabrics from them, and they would give me the patterns when I come in for classes to learn how to make the bags. I can’t just buy the fabric and the patterns.

Now when can I find the time to come in for classes?

4 years ago when I bought my first sewing machine from them, I was given a year of free classes to come and learn any or all of the 24 projects offered for that year. I managed to learn 11 projects for that first year by coming in on Saturday afternoons after Aiman finishes his Art classes at Bangsar Village I and on Sunday afternoons, after the weekly maid leaves, and lunch is done with. I would come on Sundays with Aiman in tow. He would bring a toy, his PSP and his workbooks, and he would sit beside me as I take my lessons. My hubby would go to the gym.

On certain Sundays, my hubby would take Aiman with him shopping so that I may stay in class longer, as sometimes, Aiman can get restless and would want to go home early.

There were days too that I would take a few days off in a month from work just so that I can come in for classes. During those days, I would come in at 10.00am and leave by 2.30 pm, in time for me to pick up Aiman from school, bring him home, or take him shopping. We would spend the rest of the evening reading, watching TV or Aiman would be doing his homework and I would work on my crafts. On most of those evenings, I would also cook dinner.

But now, I can’t do that anymore. I have become so busy, extremely busy!  

How did I become so busy?

Our weekends now are filled up to the rim with Aiman’s activities – sending him for his football practice and to his tuition, making sure he does his home work, making sure he does his cat chores and washes his shoes, etc.; doing the household chores, supervising the weekly maid and many other commitments which we don’t know how we got ourselves into, or, we now have more family commitments, not just with Aiman, but also our other family members, our parents especially.

As I left the shop that day, driving back home, my tears flowed. I suddenly realised how we have changed, how our lifestyles have changed, and most importantly, how much time I have missed and lost seeing Aiman growing up.

Aiman is 12 this year, and had just gotten his IC, another major milestone in his life. I realised how much I have missed a major portion of his growing up years as I focus on work and my career

I can’t take leave from work as easily as I use to be able to. Even when I do get a chance to take leave, I end up having to cancel some of the leave at the very last minute. This year alone, I have had to cancel my leave 7 times already, not to mention the number of times too that when I am on MC, but would still have to come in for work to settle urgent matters.

On most days that I am on leave too, I would be on the phone for most part of the morning with someone from the office to settle urgent matters.

Why can’t I delegate my work? I do delegate my work where possible, but there are certain tasks or assignments that cannot be delegated. It’s hard for anyone to understand. Most people would say that I am bad at managing because I want to do everything myself. I am a perfectionist, and when a task cannot be done properly, and I end up having to correct the task delegated to someone else, I might as well do it myself.

I have 3 reliable senior officers, and they have already taken a big load off my shoulders, but, like I said, there are still some tasks that simply cannot be delegated. I take all of my work seriously and with passion, and though I may sometimes sound like I am complaining, I am actually enjoying my work, but it’s the stress of trying to meet datelines, trying to pacify angry clients, and crisis at the work place that sometimes take a toll on me.

During these times, I pray to God to help me and give me guidance on what to do and to give me strength to face the hardest and most difficult hurdle. Praying calms me down as I know that Allah is listening and will help me do the right thing.

I could no longer get back the time I have lost seeing Aiman grow up. I will just have to console myself in the hope that I will still be able to at least still be here for him, God willing, when he is all grown up, gone to college, get married and have kids and have a great career.

I am glad that at least his grandmother and grandfather were able to be there with him when we could not. I am glad that my MIL insisted that we send Aiman to her house everyday instead of to a nursery even when we had a maid so that she could supervise him and the maid. At least a family member is always there for him during those early crucial years. I have a lot to thank both my in-laws for.

Thanks, Mak and Ayah!

I hope to be there for him as he steps into another major milestone in his life when he starts secondary school next year, insyaAllah.

I may have changed in a lot of ways, but hopefully for the better, and hopefully wiser and more matured. I am thankful for all that God has given me. I am blessed, and I hope that my family and I will always be safe under God’s guidance. Amin.

Rest in Peace, dear Feline Friend

Two days before Raya, I had to make a very hard and painful decision. It was a decision I hope I will never have to make again.

One of our kittens, Jill, had contracted a disease known as sporotrichosis, and we were told that it is a disease which is not curable, but controllable.

I googled it to understand better what it is and here is an abstract from the PetMd website...

“Sporothrix schenckii is a fungus that has the potential to infect the skin, respiratory system, bones and sometimes the brain, causing a diseased state called sporotrichosis. Infection is caused by the virtually ubiquitous dimorphic (mold and yeast) fungus, S. schenckii, which typically infects via direct inoculation - that is, through abrasions of the skin or by inhalation. The origin of the fungus is environmental; it is naturally found in soil, plants and sphagnum moss, but it can be communicated zoonotically between different animal species, and between animals and humans.

Cats tend to experience a severe form of cutaneous sporotrichosis, making them an even greater risk for transmitting the infection to other animals and people. In cats, intact male cats that roam outdoors and fight are predisposed to puncture wounds, which then offer an advantageous route for S. schenckii to enter the body. The infection may also be spread by other cats, often through scratches to the skin.”

We were told by our vet that because it can be transmitted to humans, it can sometimes be fatal. The Vet had asked us to make a decision whether to keep on giving her medication but to be extra careful when administering the medication so as to avoid any transmission of the disease to us or to put her down.

She will eventually die when the disease is at an advanced stage. I have already seen two stray cats that had come to our backyard looking for food covered with lesions and open wounds with blood trailing, but had thought that they had gotten into a fight.

There is another stray cat that is also starting to show signs of having the same thing, and again, I had thought that she had gotten into a fight. Now I know that all 3 had contracted sporotrichosis.

As far as I can remember, we had never come in direct contact with any of them. Even when we did, we would wash our hands thoroughly.

My only worry is my son who is not as fastidious as his dad when it comes to personal hygiene, but I pray to Allah that he will be safe from the disease, insyaAllah.

We have cared for Jill since birth and it breaks my heart to have to put her down, but letting her live might not necessarily be a responsible decision as not only could her disease be transmitted any other cats that she comes in contact with, but to humans as well.

We have 2 more cats to take care of. Sacrifice one for the sake of the other 2 and many other cats and humans or keep her and end up losing all 3 cats and the risk of the disease being transmitted to us.

For 2 days, I was in turmoil, not knowing what was the best decision to make.

Hubby suggested that I seek advice from Idah, his cousin who is also a cat lover.

When I posted my dilemma on Facebook, Shanny came to share her experience of having to put down her dog too many moons ago and Diane offered some advice by quoting a phrase on Star Trek that said that the good of the many outweighs the good of the one.

Both advice from Shanny and Diane gave me strength that I needed to make a decision. Idah, in agreeing with Shanny and Diane, added on to say that Jill is suffering and furthermore, since there is a possible danger to the other cats as well as humans, there should be no hesitation in making the decision to put her down.

My sister posted that it is better to send Jill to a better place right now.

My hubby and I, together with Aiman, sat down to discuss what was the best thing to do. When we finally decided that putting her down would be the best decision for everyone, I prayed to Allah to give me strength.

I cried as I looked at her as she calmly sits waiting for what's next as the other cats looked at me with curiosity.

I slept little the night before, thinking of Jill.

That morning, before we were to put her down, I sat in front of her again and looked at her, wondering if she knows.

There she was, just sitting quietly, staring at me while her siblings meowed away in another cage, and my heart breaks.

It was painful looking at her, and my tears would not stop flowing again...

I thought that we had made the right decision, yet it felt so wrong. I prayed to Allah to help us go through this.

Idah was right. Once we have decided, we shouldn’t delay because it gets more difficult with time. Even at the vet, my tears would not stop flowing.....

Jill is now in a better place. Rest in Peace, dear feline friend.

A day to be remembered

3 weeks ago my mum and all her children got an invitation to an opening of a gallery at GPMS (Gabungan Pelajar Melayu Semenanjun) by the former Prime Minister, Tun Abdullah Badawi, or fondly known as Pak Lah.

My late father was an active member of GPMS. He had served on the Board of Advisers for as far as I can remember during my growing up years. He is well remembered by those who have worked with him.

It’s nice and touching to know that that are still people who remembers my late dad and his work, even though he has passed on 16 years ago this coming October.

So, it was truly an honour to be invited to the opening ceremony of the gallery showcasing all the works thus far achieved by GPMS. I felt so much pride upon seeing my dad’s name listed among the Board of Advisers of GPMS for so many years.

Seen here is Aiman showing where my dad’s name is listed.

As there were so many, I could not snap photos of all of them, but here are just a few of what I managed to get.

Aiman was excited of the possibility of meeting up with Pak Lah, and the opportunity to shake hands with him. That opportunity came when Pak Lah went around to see the activities organised by GPMS.

Pak Lah was kind enough to stop for a few minutes for us to take a photo with the whole family.

“Cool!” was what Aiman said , with a big grin on his face, after the quick photo session. LOL!

When Aiman finally got the opportunity to actually salam Pak Lah as Pak Lah was about to leave the function after the iftar, his reaction was one of, “Yes!”, with his fist held up against his body, if you know what I mean. *grin*

For Aiman, this memory of meeting up with Pak Lah wil remain with him for a very long time, if not forever.

I am glad that we all managed to get the opportunity to meet up, get a photo with him and salam him too, our former Prime Minister! A day to be remembered forever for all of us!

Looking forward to the weekend!

I am so happy that Friday is finally here! I so looking forward to the weekend!

It's been a terribly hectic and stressful week! I come home so exhausted, the TV has been watching me almost every night this week! LOL!

I just can't wait for the end of the day where I can just kick off my heels and take it easy. I am also looking forward to tomorrow because Corine's coming down with my bag which I had made at the last bag making class. She took it back with her to Penang to have the leather straps sewn on as I am no expert in working with leather.

I am also excited as I will be doing another bag with her tomorrow for one lucky niece whose birthday is coming soon. *wink*

Anyway, before I get all excited, I had better brace myself for another stressful day today as I have two very high profile project meetings to attend today.

Today is not going to be an easy day, but, I am praying for strength and God's guidance to let me go through today with ease. Amin.

Not what it used to be.....

When I first started blogging some 5 years ago, way back in January 2005, it was a way to release what’s boiling inside of me whenever I am in a crisis or when I needed to say something but I can’t say it anywhere else, but yet, I can still share it with friends and family far and near, as a way to release stress.

My blog was also a place for me to share with friends and family my passions for my crafts, my holidays and many other experiences of everyday life. It was also a way to make new friends who shares the passion for the same crafts that I do. I wanted it to be a journal which I can leave behind for my son to read in years to come.

I wrote at the heading of my blog.....The thoughts and feelings of Za about everyday life - because life is not just about work but everything else that makes the world go round - my work, my family, my hobbies, my friends, and things I want to say that cannot be said anywhere else......

BUT, now, writing here isn’t as ‘free’ as it used to be. I have to be more discerning as to what I want to write. Many more people are reading my blog, which I am very happy on one hand if they share the same thoughts and ideas with me, but apprehensive when they are people who are `spying’ and waiting to pounce on me at any time should I suddenly say the wrong things. These are people who might be an ''enemy'' to me.... and that can be dangerous......

It is no longer what it used to be....

When it rains, it pours….

.....and so they say. But, in Kuala Lumpur, when it rains, it gets all jammed up!!

It took me 3 hours to get home from work yesterday when usually it would take only about 90 minutes!

It rained cats and dogs in the evening yesterday. I was in a meeting and could not get off early. Usually I would go home straight as my hubby would pick up my son from my MIL’s house. I would usually send my son to school in the morning. That’s our routine. But, yesterday, we had some problems with our plumbing. For some reason, we had no water in all the upstairs bathrooms.

As my hubby had arranged for the plumber to come in the evening, he called to ask me to pick up our son. I had planned on coming home early as I still am not done with the Anniversary Gift Exchange for NNC’s Anniversary Meet this Saturday. Yikes!

So, as soon as my meeting was over at 6.00pm, I quickly rushed to pick up my son, but I got caught in a 90 minute jam just to get to my MIL’s house. I stayed for only 10 minutes at my MIL’s house to chat as it was already getting very late.

We left my MIL’s house at about 7.40pm. I dropped by at the gas station along the way as I exited NKVE at the Subang Airport as I needed to refill my gas, and my son wanted to buy a drink and some snacks to have after dinner.

I am glad that we stopped for the drink and snacks as I was really getting hungry (I had an early lunch at 11.30am) and I managed to persuade my son to eat the snacks in the car while we got caught in traffic instead of having it after dinner. My tummy was growling like I had thunder in my tummy! LOL!

It was a slow crawl into Subang Jaya as many people kept jumping queues in front of me. I got really annoyed at one time and actually blasted my horn like mad when this so called Pak Aji (he was wearing the kopiah) jumped queue in front of me.

It got me so mad, as to me, anyone wearing a kopiah or a tudung (for women) should be someone who has lots of patience. Tak payah la nak tunjuk alim kalau tak penyabar! (No need to dress like someone who is religious if you can’t behave like one!!!).

We finally arrived home at close to 9.00pm! I was extremely exhausted and after dinner and watching TV for a short while, I headed for bed. I think I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillows. LOL!

Today, I left the office at 6.00pm after my meeting to pick up my son. It was cloudy, but it did not rain. We arrived home at 7.40pm! Half the time it took me to get home yesterday!

When it rains, all the roads in Kuala Lumpur gets flooded with all sorts of vehicles and impatient ‘Pak Ajis’! Uurrghhh! That’s life in the big cities like Kuala Lumpur!