Narcoleptic Adulthood

Okay peeps. I am back from Melaka.

Pakwe, my grandfather was ICU-ed for a few days after he was found unconscious early Monday morning. He came to the day before I got there, but he woke up a different person altogether. Doctor said that it will take some time before he can be normal again. Thank you to all of you who have conveyed well wishes and offered prayers. It really helped. Jazakallah.

Today, I am feeling bedraggled from the stress, lack of sleep, travelling with a 2 year old in dire strait need of a leash, and God, do I have to start thinking about travelling light. I have always been dependent on Anwar to get around, this time I had to go on my own. It's actually fun to check into the hotel room by myself, take care of food and transportation, and most of all, I had to be a grown up and rough it out.

Good thing my Pakwe has a young wife who can run things efficiently while he is in the woods- he's 80 and has just shown some signs of senility. Nauzubillah. I hope his incoherence is due to the drug cocktails forced down into his system, or perhaps because he's just frazzled. Please, please Allah, bring my old Pakwe back.

The trip back on Transtar Executive Coach was an easygoing one. I still cannot get over how wide the seats are, the ample leg space, and get this, every seat has a 8 step massage system. Think reduced risks of deep vein thrombosis. The ride went swimmingly smooth, I don't know where the driver was trained. Heaven help you if you get those drug-induced ex-army bus drivers. On the Transtar, you have no reason to kancheong and would probably enjoy the company of fun-loving, retiring age Singaporean tourists home-bound who would make sure you are comfy. The best part was that they kept Aishah so entertained that all that stress worrying about long journeys is now a thing of the past. She didn't nap much, not with this Aunty who had an interesting Ozzy accent, testing Aishah's mathematical skills, and an grand looking uncle who could not stop swooning about how great Aishah is-how kembang that made me, and that Pak Arab who took the bus downsouth for the first time, thinking that all Malaysian buses are as posh as this. Heheh. I wasn't going to spill the beans about our transnasional drivers.

I got off at Lavender MRT station rehearsing a Hindi film reunion with darling Anwar in my head, he was no where in sight. Turned out he had waited for me at the Lavender Bus Interchange. 15 minutes after circling a red fire hydrant, we saw Abah cruising by the ICA pick up point. Got in and a quick cap mohor(pinjam istilah AuntyN), Aishah needed a diaper change-Help! She's not toilet trained yet. Thank you Huggies for good fit pull-up pants, I did not need a baby room.

And then came a brooding giant of a security officer tapping on the glass screen asking us to bugger off. Maybe we all looked like some berani mati carb*mbers, sticking around suspiciously way too long in front of the Immigration head office. Dah le I was wearing all black ala Afghans.

If not for Aishah's Puss in Boots eyes, we'd be whisked away for further questioning. Scared die or not?

And-Oh! All that room service at City Bayview Melaka and no exercise did some damage to my program. Must startover lah !!! Ely has lost some more weight, Anedra is doing well, and so is Massy Lassy so I gathered .Good job girls!!

Another thing, I will start telling people about Positivity Heals in a day or two. Hope it catches on yea?