Demi Kerja

Demi tugas dan demi kerja,
Panas dan hujan ku harung jua,
Kalau dulu berlari sahaja,
Sekarang terjebak dengan golf pula.

Ku hayun hayun ku pukul pukul,
Si bola kecil berwarna putih,
Bukannya senang nak straight betul,
Banyak melencong itu yang letih.

Kalau 9 holes kena dua jam,
Kalau 18 holes minima empat jam,
Di bawah mentari terasa nak pitam,
Kulit dah makin hitam al-legam.

Makinlah susah nak balance training,
Family, kerja dan juga sukan,
Makin lama hai makin pening,
Silap strategi ada chance pengsan.

Amacam, berapa bintang nak bagi markah untuk gaya ni?
Hehehehee...

Maintenance Is Better Than Repair

We are all used to the quote which says “Prevention is better than cure”, right?.

We can prevent a car accident from happening by driving in safely manner, and by being alert all the time. Of late, we see lots of people using their handphones while driving. And more dangerously, they even dare to read or write text SMS while driving. I used to do that too, but I’ve slowly stopped doing that, in the name of safety. I’ve seen a real video footage of a nasty car accident caused by a driver who was not paying attention while driving. His car knocked down a female pedestrian crossing a road, and she died.

In that particular scenario, the word “prevent” plays the most important role. Those are the scenarios where we can prevent something bad from happening.

But, when we talk about health, how do we prevent from something bad from happening? I mean, talking about disease, or sickness? Can we prevent everything?

Let’s just take an example on dental care. How many of us who rarely get dental problems think that taking care of our teeth is also part of healthy living? For what I know, most of us brush our teeth once or twice a day because we want to get rid of tahi gigi.

Bila masa pulak gigi kita pandai berak ni? Woops, pardon my budu language here.

In actual fact, taking care of our dental is one of the most important aspects of health. Just because we seldom get toothache, that doesn’t mean it is not important. And the way we used to prevent from dental problems to occur is by brushing our teeth, at least once a day. But as we also know, brushing our teeth alone is not enough. We need more than that.

Just as we need to send our cars for maintenance servicing so that they do not eventually cause a massive repair job, same thing for our teeth. At least once a year, we need to send our teeth for a maintenance servicing, before we end up with a massive repair job. That is, if repair is still one of the options.

Not being a good boy, I’ve neglected this maintenance service for a good four years. The last time I visited a dentist was more than four years ago, when I had to do the very painful root canal treatment. The moment I stepped out from that dental clinic, I never made a visit back again.

Until yesterday, when I can’t take it any longer with some food keep on sticking up in between my teeth every time I eat. I finally made another visit to the dentist. No, I didn’t go to Taiping to see Doctor Julinda (she’s busy running). I just went to a nearby dentist for some scaling, polishing and some filling up work. Furthermore, the validity of the dental insurance from my company is going to end in 30 day or so. Hence, better make use of it.

The scaling job was a bit nasty. We are talking about a bunch of teeth that has not been ‘serviced’ for several years. Not that I have a bad breath or rotten teeth, but it made me belief that brushing our teeth alone is not enough to properly clean them. That’s why it is recommended that we visit the dentist at least once a year.

The normal polishing job was ok. I asked about whitening too, but I don’t want to spend RM300++ just to get a sparkling white teeth. Yeah, I may be a drama-man, but I’m not a celebrity. And let’s not talk about the whitening process using laser, which costs more than a thousand Ringgit (I better save it for Cervelo.. hihi).

I had to fill up three small holes in my teeth. My jaw was sore from the non-stop jaw opening action. The price for filling up has raised quite tremendously lah. I’m not whether sure it is due to the professional workmanship, or the cost of the filler material, or to compensate for the lack of dental patients coming into the clinic. All in all, I spent a good amount of money, of which I can get myself a new pair of running shoes. Inflation, inflation… sigh.

The funny thing was, the dentist who was very friendly kept on asking me about where I work lah, about what I do at work lah, what kind of products I design lah; all during the time when my mouth was wide open and she was using her tools to clean up my teeth. How to answer lah?

“Hokher… hulut haye herhange hachang hi, hachahane haye hak hakhap?”

Letting The Curtains Down

Apart from the months of April and August, December is another month in this year where I do not participate in any kind of competitions. No running, no triathlon, no swimming, no cycling, no nothing. If there is such a thing as 'resting competition', I might change my mind though.

On a slight look, 2010 is the year where I joined the most races since I started this little endurance and multisports stuffs back in 2007. I cannot deny that this is among the most awesome experience in my life – to see how far I can expand and extend my mental and physical limitations. I pushed my speed limit, and I pushed my mileage limit. Not that I’ve reached my peak yet, as I know I can still do more and do better. I strongly believe, the more effort I put on the training and preparation, the better I can become. And so can you.

That’s why it is so simple to be better in sports. You just need to put more hours on your training, and keep on looking for more efficient ways to get the best result. The difficult part is to stay motivated. Because, to get better in sports, it takes lots of time.

Having done this endurance multisports for close to three years doesn’t make me the best of all. My performance curve is no where near to showing any positive inclination. Fortunate for me you may say, because I love doing sports and getting my sweats out on daily basis even if I have no more competitions to participate. But, living in my real life, there are times where others things come higher in my priority list.

Saying that, I hope it is proper to say that I’m letting my curtains down, for now. I need to take some time off to rebalance my life to suit the current needs, which mainly evolve around family and career. It doesn’t mean that it was unbalance though. I just need to rebalance it.

The good news is, I will still be around. I may still do the geli-geli long runs or gelak-gelak LSD, or swimming, or cycling if I have the opportunity. I may still go for run or to the gym on daily basis – as part of my fitness maintenance program. I am still active in sports, although not as much as when I was preparing myself for competitions. Living a healthy lifestyle is still what I will continue to embrace and promote.

The bad news is, this blog may be more boring lah.

But, it has always been boring, right?

P/s: Yeah yeah, I know I still owe you my Malakoff Powerman story. The story is now stuck at 50%. I have no idea when I will continue the story, or whether I should continue the story. Dah basi sangat dah...

Visiting A Chinese Tabib

Few months ago I realized that I kept on sneezing hard whenever I took the morning shower. Accompanying that sneezing would be plenty of mucus which I can’t help but to blow my nose to clear them off. And with excessive and continuous nose blowing, it somehow affected my inner right ear.

Upon visiting the doctor and after taking some anti-histamine and antibiotics for my ear, I’ve stopped sneezing during the morning shower. The mucus too has reduced so much that I need not blow my nose that often anymore.

That made me think I may have sinusitis.

Last night when I was wandering around to look for a new casual shoe (for the first time in my life, my shoe was stolen from the mosque), I went to see a traditional Chinese medical practitioner we here call tabib.

From the advertisement outside the door, this tabib claims he can help with sinusitis problems.

At least I have another reference to go if Western medical practitioners fail to help diagnose or cure any diseases I may have in the future.

So I went to see him, sat down and started to tell him about my based-on-real-story sinusitis drama. He then checked my eye balls, and also my pulses at both wrists. Here’s his conclusions:

Basically you have a strong body. Everything looks fine. But, your lungs are a bit weak. That’s why you started to feel sneezy when it is cold. It makes your nose a little bit sensitive too. But it’s ok. You have two choices now.

First, we have a special herbs medicine to strengthen your lungs. No worries, these are all from plants and herbs, not from animal extracts.

Your second option is to start doing more exercise lah. That will also make your lungs stronger.

Hmm, all this while I thought I’ve already done enough exercise (if not excessive).

Looks like it's time to shift into another gear! Vroom vroom…

My First Bike Crash

Now I know how easy it is to break the collar bone when we fall down from the bike, i.e. bike crash. And I now also know how important it is to always wear a helmet while riding a bike.

Because it happened to me last night. My first bike crash.

Wednesday night is our normal weekly riding night. There were seven cyclists altogether last night. Together with another duathlete, he and I came early to training site to do a 6km run prior to riding. The weather was nice, with a very little drizzle at the start.

Done with the slow run, we went for cycling. I paired up with another triathlete who’s doing a last minute training for Desaru, and side by side with him I shifted to my heaviest gear (to do quads power training) and started the cruise. And paddling with heavy gears means cadence is within 65 to 75 rpm, perfect to be in aero position all the way comfortably. On the flat, or while climbing inclinations.

The first loop was ok. On the second loop, I almost hit a fallen tree branch lying on the tarmac, under the tree shadow. The road was actually well lit by the street lights, but there were some dark areas where the lights were blocked by the shady tree branches.

It happened on the third loop. I was still in aero position (i.e. hands are away from the brakes), followed by my friend at the back who was also in aero position. While riding pretty slowly up the incline (I reckon it was around 25kph or less), I suddenly saw the tree branch one meter ahead in the darkness of the shadow and there’s no way I could maneuver my bike away from it.

“Kayu!!!”, I shouted to my friend.

I went straight onto the fallen tree branch on the road. In a split second, I swerved to the left as my front tire lifted up from the ground when it hit the branch. My hands were still holding the aerobars and my left shoulder took the first impact, followed by another impact on the left side of my skull onto the tarmac. At that particular microsecond after the impact, all I could think was “luckily I was wearing a helmet”.

I think I rolled myself on the tarmac to avoid any other hard impact to any other bones. And the next moment when I re-opened my eyes, there I saw my buddy also fell down. He said he didn’t manage to avoid hitting my tires. Luckily there were no vehicles coming close from behind. Or else it will be a different story.

My aerobars were dislocated, with a bit of a scratch at the ends. The right hand side shifters were badly scratched, but still functioning. There was also a bit of dislocation on the back wheel, and no other major damage on my bicycle. My buddy were much luckier, both him and his bike survived the accident with injury free.

I stood up, checked my body, bones and skins. I felt a big pain on my left shoulder, blood were coming out from the big laceration there. There were also some other lacerations on my left knee, right elbow and on my left and right hand fingers.

We then picked up our bikes, and continued riding back to where we parked our cars. My left shoulder was tingling with pain, but I could still paddle. Once arrived at the car park, I quickly threw in my bike inside the car and told my buddy I need to rush to the clinic before it closes. Time was showing 10.30pm when I reached the clinic and luckily the doctor was still there.

The major laceration I had where I first landed on the tarmac.

Getting the ATT jab (Adsorbed tetanus toxoid).
The young doctor asked why I took the picture.
I told him, “Because I’m a blogger” (cewah, poyo)

The nurse helped to clean up the lecerations.
She also asked why I took the picture.
I told her, “Because I want to make you nervous”. Aahahaha.

Fortunately, the only thing that was broken is my water bottle cage.
Not any of my bones, not any of my spirits.
Syukur Alhamdulillah.

Anyway, the morale of the story are:

1) Always wear a helmet when you go riding. No matter how slow or short your cycling session is going to be.

2) If you see obstructions on the road, e.g. fallen tree branch, big stones, potholes, etc., please notify your cycling buddies and if however possible, stop cycling for a while and remove the obstacles away from the road.

3) Always bring along your ID and insurance card if you have. You never know when you will be needing them desperately.

4) Well, this is not really a morale of the story. But it would be good to have at least a phone with a camera along with you, especially if you are a blogger like me who likes to write drama. Ngeh ngeh ngeh.

U-NIK

Whenever I received a phone call from those random salesperson wanted to give me some kind of insurance or new credit cards offers, or from someone unknown to me saying that they know my phone number through a banking or credit card agency, and that I have won something via some competition that I never took part, or I will get something if I say “YES” to their weird offers, the starting conversation would be like something as follows:

Caller: ”Hello, may I speak to Mr. Nik Faaa…. errmm… Nik Fahsu… err. Nik Fashussnnn… ehmm… Nik Fazusa…. Ermm.. Nik Fashuzana?”

Me: ”It’s FA-HUS-NA-ZA. Just call me Nik. That will be easier.”

I don’t know about you guys, but I never had any trouble pronouncing my name. Ahahaha.

Here are among the names that I’ve heard people mistakenly call (or try to mention) my name for the first time, without causing their tongue to get twisted.

NIK FASHUZANA
NIK FAUZANA
NIK FASHUSNASA
NIK FA.. (a small silence) NAZA
NIK NAZA RIA (just kidding)
NIK NASA.. (Houston we have a problem!)

When I was in standard six, when the school dentist’s nurse came to my classroom to call for students to go get our teeth checked, she addressed me with BINTI, instead of BIN. In fact, she has that shocked looking face when a boy (me laa) but not a girl, stood up and followed her to the dentist room downstairs. The weird thing is, when I looked at my dentist card, my name was spelled with BIN in the middle. So, I wonder what makes she read my name on the card with BINTI. Did she get influenced to think that somebody might have wrongly written my name with BIN?

Well, I don’t blame them.

I know I have a unique name. And I know the origin of my name when my parents told me that, and I’m so proud of having this name.

And there are about 340 results match today when you Google up ‘fahusnaza’. Almost 100% of that will direct you to me, and no one else!

Most of the times, I find it entertaining when people have difficulties in pronouncing or writing my name. Never that I felt embarrassed or disappointed. But one of the latest trends of incidence related to this is when some friends or relatives mistakenly called me or sent me text messages, while who they actually wanted to call or send the message was to some other NIK on their phone number list.

I can’t help but to share with you one series of SMS that I got very recently from a friend of mine. However I have modified the actually wordings (but the story line is still there) as I can’t really remember every single words, and mainly to protect some privacy.

Sender: ”Nik, let’s join us for the gathering tonight! Meet you at *somewhere in KL* @ 9.30pm. C ya!”
(*actual location has to be made confidential here.. hehe)

Thinking that the SMS was really meant for me, I replied,

Me: ”Sorry, tonight cannot la. I have a gym session to do. Thanks for inviting though. Maybe next time. Have fun!”.

Sender: ”Alaa, come join us la. You can do gym session some other times what… this gathering is once in a while only. Come laa.”

Starting to feel weird, I continued my reply…

Me: ”My friend, I believe I’ve told you that I’m working in JB, right? You forget or you don’t remember?”

Sender: ”Alamak, sorry!!! I actually wanted to SMS to another NIK laa. Sorry ek, hahaha.”

It was so funny

But hang on, the story didn’t end there. A few hours later on (I assume they have just finished with the gathering), I received yet another SMS from the same sender.

Sender: ”Hey Nik, thanks for coming. It was nice meeting everyone again. Keep in touch ya!”

“Oh My God!” I said to myself upon reading the SMS on my phone. And I was laughing when I replied the message,

Me: ”You are welcome. But actually I didn’t come and I think you got the wrong NIK again!”

Instantly the ‘sender’ called me and said sorry and we then broke into big laughs.

Hahahaha.

What a good way to end the day.

DNS

I signed up for it, and have put all my intentions to do it better than the last time.
It should occur every morning for a whole month, during Ramadhan especially.
I’ve been at it without any miss so far.

Until this morning, where I DNS for the first time.

I just hope the DNS incident this morning will treat me just fine for the remaining of today, so that I won’t end up DNF.

Foot note:
DNS – Did Not Sahur
DNF – Did Not Fast

P/s: This is maybe the after effect of over training at the gym last night. Phew, arms are still sore.
Hope I can still run tonight, as planned.

I don’t care

First, YOU wanted me, and I wanted YOU.

YOU told me what you wanted from me, and YOU also told me what I will get in return. Many sweet promises came out from your mouth. So sweet that I can’t afford to even think of saying no.

Anyway, I gave it a good thought. And though not fully and completely satisfied with every single thing, we finally ended up together. I didn’t have many options back then. I thought this would be a good opportunity for me to smile again, after so long time without any.

Yes, I chose to be with YOU. With the hope to make myself better, in a way or another.

Initially, I had fun being with YOU. I had lots of pleasures while serving YOU. I got many things that I wanted from YOU. I can feel that YOU appreciated my presence, near or far.

I also appreciated it when YOU saw the potential in me, and when you gave your trust in me. I have tried my best with my very own strengths and weaknesses, to make YOU happy. YOU even promised to guide me with my journey whenever I needed.

But, as with any relationships, there will be some ups and downs, conflicts, tough times, arguments, misunderstandings, miscommunications, promises not kept, over expectations, things kept untold, small issues not solved, heart and feelings were taken for granted.

When those ugly internal things where YOU can control arose, you didn’t take the advantage to manage and solve them properly. And when the out of control external factors crept in, YOU said it’s beyond your control and nothing much YOU can do. YOU said we have to be patience and try to live with it. YOU said we have to sacrifice first, before we can taste the sweetness of a nectar from a flower.

But in the end, when things were not in your favor, I was the one YOU blamed. YOU did not even take note of the actual situations I had to deal with, even though I have mentioned to you many times before. YOU ignored my difficulties, and yet YOU still dare to say I was the one who did not come to YOU to seek help. YOU only cared about your expectations, but not mine. YOU failed to listen. YOU and your ego, urghh!

If only YOU gave me a second chance and some helping hands, YOU’ll be proud of what I can do for YOU. I’ll be more than happy to improve my weakness.

But, YOU dumped me into the ditch. The ditch that was full with lots of craps. All those craps which were created by YOU. YOU did not even give me a second chance to make things better. YOU just dumped me. Yeah, I know what has been going on your mind. I know your game plan. I’m not a school boy anymore and I can think too.

But, you know what? I didn’t even cry when YOU dumped me. In fact, in my sadness of what had happened – I smiled. I can feel the big sense of relief after YOU dumped me. If I had a little sense of respect towards you, I would have even thanked YOU for dumping me. How ironic.

Being by myself, I changed a lot. I changed in many ways. I have a better control of myself now. I may not be as happy as what I expected before, but I am happy in my own personal ways. It’s good to be in control of my own happiness.

What I used to care about YOU, I don’t care about it anymore. No need to tell me, because I know YOU care less about me too.

I didn’t mind about it at all. As I said, I know your game plan.

But out of a sudden, today morning, YOU called me and said you want me back.

What do you expect for me to answer?
What has happened to your game plan?
Failed?

I know the answer to that question, but I won’t let YOU know.

Do YOU think I still care?

P/s: Today is Monday. And in conjunction with Monday blues, I came up with something blue-ish entry like above to reflect a little bit of glance or a quick summary of what I experience at my current workplace.

Broken

Putus sudah kasih sayang... uwaaaaa...

My beloved Timex Ironman wrist watch gave way at last. At least, it is still with me, and not ended up at the end of Desaru or PD or Lake Kenyir's bed.

P/s: Anybody has any contact info of Timex representative in Malaysia? Thinking of getting the replacement strap. Thanks.

I'm Sorry

That one fine Sunday night in July this year, I walked my way from Masjid Jamek LRT station towards Puduraya bus station, a norm I’ve been doing for the past few months. Well, I’m a weekend husband/daddy who commutes from JB to PJ, then back to JB by express bus, almost every week. So that night, I headed to Puduraya once again, to hop on the coach, going back to JB.

A friend of mine has waited by the side of the double-decker bus, as we promised. I saw he was talking to an unknown guy, in his twenties. The look at that guy’s face transformed the hint saying that he was in trouble. My friend explained to me that that guy claimed he was in trouble and was trying to get some help.

The guy then told me his pouch got stolen. He lost all his money, bus ticket and mobile phone. He was visiting a friend at a university in KL, and was on the way back to Kuantan that night. He then said that he has lodged a police report about the theft.

I assumed he is one poor college or university student, with an unfortunate luck, wandering around at Puduraya, at almost 11pm at night, alone.

He asked me whether I can help him with some money to buy a bus ticket so that he can go back to Kuantan. Roughly RM25 was needed for the bus ticket, quite a small amount of money for some people I guess (not really for me at my current state of affair though). Unfortunately, I was not carrying much cash in hand, so I handed him RM10, with a little bit of guilt for not being able to help him as much as he needed.

I even said sorry to him.

And I then departed the bus, get a little bit of sleep, and by 3am I was already in JB. Life turned back to a normal week, once again. Just like any other weeks of a salary man.

Last night, the same friend of mine who was waiting for his bus at Puduraya, sms-ed me saying that he saw the same guy, doing the same thing – asking help (money) from other people.

Now I know, that guy lied to me. He pretended like having a problem, and faked every single story, for the sake of getting easy money from other people.

Yes I was angry as I read the sms from my friend about it.

No, I was not angry for losing RM10 to a loser like him.

And I won’t beat him to death if I happen to see him again. I can’t even recognize his face at the first place. I’m not that good at remembering names or faces.

But I’m angry because, it has created a stereotype thinking inside me to say that,

“Nik, never ever help any strangers who came to you out of nowhere and ask for money, for whatever reason or trouble they may have, and for whatever bad luck that they may have. Just don’t be bothered with them and just leave them alone with their problems”.

Now, that sounded very wrong, right?

And I assume some of you may have heard the same thing, where some people pretended having an accident, or having mugged, or just being snatched, and came to us to ask for a little favor or help.

Even worst, not only money that they are looking for. It may even be a decoy to kidnap us. And for ladies, they may be kidnapped, raped, and God forbid – get killed!

It’s getting difficult for us to tell which is genuine, and which is fake.

What’s really happening to our society today huh?

As much as I don’t like to judge or label other human being, I also don’t like to be cheated, repeatedly.

I will definitely think twice, or get more information and proof from any poor fella asking for my help, before I even start to consider helping them.

Or else, I’ll just say, ”I’m sorry”.

Man Down!

I did a little bit of run on Saturday morning, making use the BHP Orange Run route, together with Dr. Din. A bit of speed work for me as I have to keep it up with Dr. Din’s pace for the first 5km. Afterwards, just run-walk-chat-run.

After lunch, I wanted to take a nap when I started to feel like I’m going to have a cold. Throat was itchy, started to cough, and a fatigue feeling all over the body.

Sunday passed along quite quickly as most of the times I spent the time sleeping and resting.

After arriving JB (by bus) at 3.30am this morning, I couldn’t stop coughing. It was a terrible feeling to wake up for work. I continued sleeping for a little bit more until,

”Alamak, 9.30am already! Got to go to work!”

Head was still dizzy, but I have to go to office because I’ve promised a customer to send some information by today. A promised made on last Friday, to be delivered no matter what it takes before end of working day today, Monday.

Woke up, went to clinic to get whatever is needed to heal my cold (and most importantly the MC as I was too late to clock in as normal working day), then rushed to office.

Handed in the Medical Certificate to HR personnel. And with a big question mark on her head, she asked me, “Eh, you are on MC and why do you come to office today?”

“Because I want to spread H1N1 virus to everybody!”, I jokingly replied.

Ok, time to stop blogging and do my best to deliver what I’ve promised to customer.

P/s: I don’t even want to think about PD triathlon preparation training this week. Hantam sajalah!

OMGIMA!

My weekend was great, had lots of activities (read: more than one activity) and I’m still tired (actually I’m sleepy) to blog much about it today. I arrived JB by bus from KL at 3am-ish this morning, and tried to get better sleep (read: with my back laying flat on the bed, not crooked like on the bus seat) at the house before having to wake up for the normal weekly routine – WORK!

In short, this was how I spent my weekend:

Saturday morning
Had a short run with Kash at Kiara Park. Hills, hills and hills! I attacked them all (“attack” in my vocabulary simply means, run up the hills slowly and try not to walk). Total of only about 10 ~ 11km, done within 1.5hr (I told you it was a short run), that would be my last training for marathon.

Err, maybe I’ll just do some fast walking tomorrow for half an hour. But will definitely do ZERO sports related physical activities from Thursday onwards. No swim, no bike, no run.

Saturday noon
After the run, I quickly get changed and together with my brother and sister in law, we all went to KL Bird Park. This was my first time going to the bird park, and it was awesomely fun bringing the family there, especially my beloved wife and daughter. They had a blast there and I shot lots of photos. Hopefully I got some spare time to blog about it.

Saturday night
Met some old school friends at Island Red Café, at Sunway Damansara. Food was great. The bonus of the night – food was free! Yummy…

Sunday
Spent most of the morning time sleeping (read: resting) at mom-in-law’s place, and wifey cooked my favorite dish as to celebrate Father’s day – a superlicious roasted chicken.

[Photo had to kidnap from internet, because I forgot to snap it before eating]

What a healthy and delicious menu for lunch. "Thank you daun keladi my dear, lain kali buat lagi ye".

And I continued a little bit more of resting activity after the lunch.

”Gendang gendut tali kecapi…
Kenyang perut.. tido laaaa apa lagi…”

Ok, need to get back to work. And I’m still sleepy.

OhMyGodIt’sMondayAgain

OMGIMA

Small

Last weekend, as we (me, my wife and my daughter) were walking towards the car at the parking area of my house, my daughter asked me to carry her. She’s 2.5 years old now and likes me to carry her whenever I’m at home or when we are going somewhere. Not that she hates to walk, but maybe she just want some tender love care from her daddy who are at home only during weekends, or sometimes alternate weekends.

Daughter: ”Daddy, carry me daddy, carry me!!!”
Me: Ok, come here. Let me carry you to the car.

Walking towards the car, I asked her,

Me: ”Why do you always want me to carry you? You are now a big girl, and you can walk by yourself, can’t you?”
Daughter: ”Alaa daddy, I want you to carry me. I’m still a small girl, not yet a big girl. Carry me laa daddy…”
Me: ”It’s always me who has to carry you. When do you want to carry me?”

I purposely asked her like that. Just wanted to let her mind do some creative thinking. There was a moment of silence before she said,

Daughter: ”When you become small, I’ll carry you, ok daddy!”

Note: No, my daughter cannot speak in English as fluent as above modified dialogue yet. Or else I’ll put her to sit for SPM and she’ll be the first 2.5 years old student to pass it. Hehehe.