Not a happy results.

This morning, I attended the Parent-Teacher Meeting or Report Card’s day at my sons’ school. They had their midyear exam before the school holidays, and today is the day where the parents get a chance to get feedback about their kids progress.

My kids were already shown me their exam papers, so basically, I know where they stand. They know I was not really happy with their results, and they know that any negative feedback from their teachers will means trouble. 

When we reached the school, it looked very chaotic. When I asked them, where should we collect their report card, they said not sure.

After looking around, we saw the notice board that directed us where to collect the report card. Standard one was at the canteen, standard two at the badminton court while standard three, standard four and standard five are in their own classes and standard six at the foyer.

When I looked at the canteen, it looked like market. Very noisy. I wonder whether it was a right place to discuss our children. 

Since there are fourteen classes in standard one, we have to search for the teacher. My hubby found Zaki’s teacher, but then Zaki told him that he has moved to a different class. So, another round of searching. When we found the teacher, she was free. Nobody was with her. 

After I had introduced myself, she showed me Zaki’s report card. His results were not bad, but he’s not in the top ten either. Since the teacher didn’t know Zaki very well, she advised us to see his previous class teachers.

Oh! His previous teacher was really busy. There was a long queue waiting to see her. We were number twenty-five, and since she was still handling number thirteen, we decided to go to see Amir’s teacher first.

Amir class is on the third floor. It was very quiet compared to the chaotic environment at the canteen. Not many parents too, and we didn’t have to wait that long to get his result. Ah! Amir result was really a disappointment. The teacher said he could have done better except that he lacks focus in the class lately.

Not only that, the teacher also said that Amir is a dreamer and always didn't finish his class work. Sometimes, he forgot to bring his book. I looked at him, and he knew that he was in trouble.

After Amir’s session, we went back to the canteen to get feedback on Zaki. Oh! The queue was still long. After more than thirty minutes, it was our turn. The teacher gave a better feedback on Zaki. The only negative feedback is Zaki is shy in the class. Didn’t talk much.

So what do they get when they reached home. Nothing. I didn’t scolded them or lectured them. They knew that we were not happy with them when their father took their PSPs, and bicycles away.

Okay boys. You know what to do. If you want your PSPs and bicycles again, show us good results in the next exam.

Salam.

Oh! Sakitnya...

Alhamdulillah! Zaki circumcision went well. He cried for a while after he came out from the Operation Theater. Maybe because he was still drowsy and confused, or he was in pain.

Let’s see how the day begin. We have to be at the hospital by 8am for admission. Therefore, we have to leave the house latest by 7am. We also have to send  b my in-laws to my sister in law house in Kajang because my sister-in-law and her youngest daughter were going for Umrah today.

My husband’s plan was only me, Zaki and him to go to Ampang Putri Specialist Hospital, but the kids have a different plan. Zaki insisted that Amir to come along, or else he would not go to the hospital. When Amir goes, it means Zara will also go. When Zara goes, Syafiq needs to come along and looks after her because my husband has to leave by 9.45am to go and send her sister to airport. So everybody went to the hospital to cheer Zaki.

During the trip to the Ampang Putri, Zaki was very quiet. He was not his usual self. He also didn’t play his PSP like usual. When we reached there, I could see that he was worried. He didn’t know what to expect as the stories and experiences shared by Amir and Syafiq were conflicting.

After the registration, we went to the ward. The nurses were good. They engaged him in conversation and finally, he forgot about his worries. After they had taken all his details, I helped him to change to the hospital gown.

The nurse asked who would be accompanied him to go inside. I said my hubby. Zaki wanted me to go with him, but I told him that I would wait for him when he came out.

At 9.20am, the nurse called him in. He kissed me, and my husband took his hand and walked to inside. I prayed that he would not cause any problem and chicken out. Ten minutes later, my husband came out and said that he already knocked out.

At 10.15am, the nurse came and told me that it was done, and Zaki's in the recovery room. I followed her, and I saw Zaki was restless and started to cry. He also tried to get up. The nurses and the doctor had to hold him down.

When I reached there, he was yelling, “Sakit! Sakit (Painful).” I looked at the nurse, and she said she had given him medicine. It took me a while to calm him down. When he was okay, we pushed him back to the ward.

He still cried when he was in the ward, and when I asked him whether he wanted Amir and Zara to come in, he nodded. When Syafiq, Amir, and Zara came in, he looked a little bit happy. I also showed them the skin that was cut off.  He kept asking for it, and holding it, as if, part of him was missing.

At 12pm, he said he was hungry. He hasn’t eaten since 10pm the previous night. The nurse gave him warm water first to make sure that he would not vomit. He didn't vomit, and after waiting for half and hour, I got him sandwiches and Milo. He finished the sandwiches and wanted more.

My husband reached the hospital at 1pm from the airport. The other three went out with him to have lunch at McDonald while I helped Zaki to change into his t-shirt and sarong. When my hubby came, he bought us Mc Donald for lunch. Zaki finished his while I didn’t finish mine because of my sore throat. I can’t swallowed anything without feeling pain.

 I thought when he reached home he would just lie down on the sofa, but he didn’t. He went up and down the staircase, holding his sarong and walking slowly. When I asked him whether he felt any pain, his replied, “Sikit aja (a lit bit only).”

I am worried how he is going to sleep tonight knowingly that he likes to sleep on his stomach. He will be sleeping in Syafiq’s room tonight, and I definitely will have a sleepless night.

Oh yea! He wanted Wii as his present to go through the pain. No more RM10 that he wanted earlier. It must be his older brothers’ idea. Will he get the Wii? I don’t know. The father has to pay for that, but I overheard that he promised Zaki next week. Let’s wait and see!

Sekian. Salam.

It's a school holiday!

Yeay! The school holidays has started. I'm happy and so do my kids. Zara, who has problem going to school, kept asking me how many days will be the holiday. When I told her that it would be two weeks, she was very happy. Happy because no more me pestering her every morning to go to school.

I didn't plan anything for them except to be at home. I think this school holiday will be the most boring school holiday for them. Ahh...give them PSP and books, they will enjoy their holiday. Anyway Zaki requires at least 7 days to recover from his circumcision, and Syafiq needs to study for his exam SPM exam in October. The SPM is a Do or Die exam. Failed, you will go nowhere. So, no play-play for him!

I'm worried that since they are highly super active kids, they might drive their grandfather crazy during the school holiday. I really hope not. The school holiday also means, it will be less hectic for me. No rush to prepare breakfast, and getting them ready for school.

To celebrate my moment of relaxnes  (is there such a word here), here, is a song from Cliff Richards. ‘Summer Holiday’ that I dedicated to all school children and their parents. Enjoy!

Oh! My little Girl....

Today is a Wesak Day. Wishing all my Buddhist friend, Happy Wesak Day and hope everyone had a great day today. 

We didn’t go anywhere except to Mines Shopping Center in Balakong. Normally, I avoided going to the mall on Public Holiday because it will be  packed, and getting parking will be a nightmare.

But for this trip, it was my husband who decided to go to the mall because he succumbed to his favorite girl's demands. Yes, Zara has been whining, harping, crying for PSP. We already have two units, but it belongs to Amir and Zaki. Sometimes they will not let her play with their PSP. So after patiently waiting for more than a year, she created a scene at Kajang Metro on Saturday and continuously repeated it until today.

We went there at 2pm after Syafiq came back from his Math tuition. Upon reaching the mall, there was a long queue for cars to enter the parking. They closed the entrance to the mall parking because it was full. People have to drive their cars further up to park at the Mines International Exhibition and Convention Center (MIECC).

But luck was with us. As we near the parking entrance, the park- attendant removed the barricade, and we happily went into and grabbed the first parking that we found. Before we went hunting for the PSP, we stopped at Big Apple Donut first. That’s the family favorite donut joint. I wanted the cappuccino flavored donut, but the boys took it first. They don’t want the chocolate flavored donut anymore.

We went to the uppermost floor at the mall. The first shop that we stopped at was offering RM 670, 4GB memories, the PSP’s case and the screen protector. 

The second shop quoted RM700, and 4GB memory. The price is for black-colored PSP, and if we want other colors we have to pay a little bit more. My husband wanted to buy it there, but I walked out from the shop because I felt that was a little bit expensive.

The third shop we stopped at quoted a little bit lower than the second shop, but the guy was very cocky. He thought that we didn’t know anything about PSP. I was quite pissed off with him and walked out from the store. I called my husband outside and I told hi that I don’t like the sales guy.

So we went back to the first shop. The sales guy offered RM680 for red colored PSP, which my little girl wanted. ‘This is better,” I told my husband. We bargained a little bit more, and we ended not only with Zara’s PSP, but with 2 new batteries for the boys, upgraded their PSPs’ software, bought the casing for them, and I also bought the external hard disk for me.

I was happy because this guy was very helpful. He practiced a good customer services, and I don’t mind spending my money. To the second shop, you need to improve your customer services else you will lose more customer.

My little girl was very happy. Now she had red bicycle and red PSP. I told her, if she didn’t go to school, I would give her bicycle and PSP to Khadijah, my grand-niece.

She promised that she will go to school, and to show how serious she is she hooked up her pinky finger to mine. Hehe....lets see whether she keeps to her promised.

Sekian. Salam.