Farewell Dinner

Not the typical dinner. And nobody was actually leaving on a journey, at least in my household. But as per my weekly ritual of tandoori and mee ladna prior to a United match, I'm not sure if that's going to continue under the Moyes regime. Will it still work? Will my colleague Palmdoc has to up his alcohol intake from merely some shandy?

But for the moment, the tandoori and ladna had been arranged for old time sake. The boys would be getting to bed early, so that Mum and Dad can watch the game. And wish farewell to Sir Alex.

Happy Retirement Sir.

Up KL Tower

This year, the boys' school trip would be up the KL Tower. And Idlan was afraid of heights. He had been up the tower a few times before, but always with us. Letting him loose alone next month may cause a bit of a worry, especially to Puan Anita. So, her brilliant idea today would be to take a trip there and familiarise Idlan, making sure he won't be creating a scene on his next trip.

How about Irfan? He preferred just to stay at home and play with his games. He was still recovering from the recent virus, so we wouldn't kind leaving him at home.

Apparently the restaurant up the tower had been renovated. It was now run by a different company. We didn't go to the restaurant this time, but from what vi saw on the leaflets things had changed. We went straight for the observation deck and lingered around there for almost half an hour.

The front line staffs were all Malay - not Malaysian but Malay. But the support staffs - those who manned the stores and security were all foreigners. Which defeats the purpose really as the high fees to get in put off most of the locals. Tourists being serviced by foreign workers at one of the main attraction at the capital? Should I be surprised?

Anyhow, the front line staffs were really helpful. There was a race being held there in the morning according to the posters. A race from the bottom up the tower using the stairs. Hmmm! Not my kind if race.....

At the walkways by the entrance, there was a mango exhibit taking place for the weekend. Unfortunately, there was not much left on the Sunday afternoon. After all, the Menteri and the likes had been and gone. No point showing their wares to the actual punters. Sad fact! But even the staffs there admitted to that.

After we were done walking around, we caught the sign that there would be a path leading up to the tower entrance through the Bukit Nanas Forest Reserve. It was still being built, but I'm sure it would be grand once it was completed. I would definitely be giving it a visit, although Anita insisted on doing the path from the top of the hill downwards. Not the other way round.

It turned out to be a good day out actually. With the hot weather, we could do with a nice drink right after. So, we headed straight to Pavilion.

More Swimming

It was a really got day yesterday and as usual, Idlan went to the Club for his swimming lesson. Smeared with the strongest sun blocker Puan Anita could fine I was sure. Luckily, by the time he hit the water, the clouds was already in, and even though it was still hot and sticky, it was more bearable.

Since he missed last weekend's class, he had to make it up this afternoon. A Sunday afternoon? I need some down time! But Idlan was thrilled with the idea and there was no talking him out of this one.

Hopefully, it would not be too muggy. I'll probably have some down time during lunch today. The swimming won't start until Kate afternoon.

Have a good weekend everyone.

Experiments

Last week, we bought this mini chemistry kit for experiments using colours and some other stuff which solidified from powder when mixed with water into different colors and textures. If started smoothly enough, but at the end, the whole bathroom needed to be scrubbed and mopped. Luckily they did it in the bathroom. Imagine if it was somewhere else.

Now, they wanted me to buy some refill powders. Oh dear! Shall in be afraid? Because, I shouldn't get in the way of a future Noble Laureate should I?

Keeping my fingers crossed!

Goodbye Becks

I woke up at 4 am for the toilet and being Sunday morning just couldn't force myself back to sleep. So I went to have quick peek at the TV and the headline was Beckham crying himself off the pitch when his number was held up to be substituted in his last ever professional match. Becks had retired.

A sad but inevitable day in football but keep in mind that he's 38. Only Giggsy got the stamina to carry on through all the years.

This brought back the memory of actually being awestruck by the man around 11 years back at Manchester's Trafford Centre. It was at The Selfridges and Anita noticed this stunningly good looking bloke being surrounded by the staffs. It was Becks, and he obliged to sign an autograph for us. Yes, I actually had to ask since Anita was paralysed.

It was around 11 in the morning, and I was sure he was just back from a training session. He was still in his trainers then, and still he looked amazing. I had a mancrush on him ever since .....