Meet My Son

Salam. So yeah, I'm going to make a conclusion now that Law students are taking it easier than us Teslians in terms of workload and stuff. Why I do say so? Huh, if they have the time to play Myspace during their writing class or whatsoever class, that means something on the overall impression, isn't it? And lately, I can only hear complaints of too many assignments from Teslians instead of the Law students

Oh well whatever, should've I known it is the case, Law would be my first case instead of Tesl :P

It is holiday's week, and I'm trapped physically here in Shah Alam. The shouting of kids that reside by my Kolej Meranti during nights is so annoying, they just reminds me of all the fun that I missed. The kids went back to my house, and it is a sick irony that the I am here in Shah Alam whereas they are back in Kedah, and I'm not there as usual. Oh I need the break, assignments are killing me~

Luckily, despite the solemn rain in the morning, Allah has blessed me with a bit of happiness during the night time. My sister who's on holiday, she's a teacher, came to Putrajaya to visit her husband during this week. She called me on the evening before and said that she and her husband will bring their son and only son to meet up with me in Shah Alam. I was surprised, my sister usually won't take the trouble to go some distances away plus she doesn't know the way around Shah Alam, I have already given up on the prospects of her visiting me before. I was delighted, and grateful at most

We met up at Dataran Bunga Raya behind Masjid Shah Alam at some shop named Kedai Kopi (really). I was so pleasantly surprised when Umar started hugging me and kept on clinging to me afterwards, which he usually won't do if his father is around. He kept holding on my hand, taking me everywhere to see that, to see this. He glanced at the fish, he went to the lake to watch the turtles arise from the pond nearby and watch some koi fish swam around. It was very tiring, I sweat like hell, but I was glad I can entertain that boy again. It was like he is my own son, and seeing him all smiles and he's quite talkative for a three year old, I kind of wishing something...

With this kind of face, you can already perhaps guess how naughty this boy is? Hahaha, now I'm a bit cooler and all the stress from the bloody assignments are now less from before, no longer suicidal. Oh yeah I forgot...

His name is Umar Hakimi, and of all of my nephews and nieces, he's my favourite :)

Panel discussion yeah, hahaha apa aku nak cakap nanti ehh?