This is my nephew,(the one boy out of his three other sisters). The name's Ariff Hakimi. I call him Kimi. Somehow I can click/'control' the boy alil bit more easily than his female counterparts. probably because I can do anything rough; campak him here and there, and he's still laughing.

So a tahlil is basically a, err, 'ritual'(?)(i cant seem to find the right word,but gonna stick to tht for now) where people would come and read the Yassin(prayers and all) for the ones who had passed on.(in this case, for my late grandparents). so yes, I couldnt join in because of ehemehem, therefore I was in the kitchen with the rest of the ehemehem gang, somehow including my uncle from Singapore.(teehee..) And we took care of the nieces and nephew. I somehow got stuck with the nephew; Kimi. So yeah we played abit and all, told him to keep quiet if he was making too much of noise. Then we somehow ended up sitting near the entrance of the kitchen and watched as the others recite the yassin. Kimi somehow became a good boy and just sat at my lap,quietly. So I just relaxed. then my cousin(the mother) came with the youngest baby girl; Kira. Needed to change her diapers and all. so we just watched as she was doing her thing when suddenly, Kimi had to say it oh-so-loudly ;

"Eeee...tu...pe..pek.. Kiya (Kira)...." - (in english)- "Thats Kira's vagina..."

I just stared at him. And so did the maid. I saw some eyes from outside looking over towards us, but they just continued with the prayers.I tried to hold back my laughter. trying to register the fact that this is coming out of a one year old.


Well, we had the tahlil over at Abang Aish's house(which is right next to Mama's.but eyeah). Mom decided to leave early so that we could help out. Early is suppose to mean 2-3pm. But then early became 5:30. The rain and all. Cant be helped. So it was me, mom and Fadz. Drove to ampang point to get the fruits. (I just found out how to know if the honeydew is sweet. Smell its butt! direct translation of malay "bau bontot dia") Seriously.You can actually smell the sweetness! (dont do that to a person's butt to know how sweet he/she is alright. )


Then yeah.the tahlil went on and all. My uncle from Singapore, Chik Sheik, who joined us other ladies in the kitchen made a funny yet truthful statement;

"In Malaysia, if you called 10 people to come for a tahlil, atleast 7-8 people woul d know how to read the Yassin. If you call 10 people to come for a tahlil in Singapore, all 10 of them wont be able to read!"

which in his case, includes himself too. teehee. =P
Its funny how eventhough theyre just next door, it turns out like that.In my uncle's explanation, its just because majority of the population are chinese, and everyone would go all english over there. True I guess.


Anyways, everything ended around 10.(doesnt mean i get to go home at 10) ended up going back at 1am.how sleeeeeeepy. And it felt 'too' comfortable to sleep with my baju kurung.

♥Bid Farewell