Little Monster

It has been a tiring past few weeks. My worklife is getting hectic, training on Saturdays and all that. But the most exhausting activity a 28 year old dude has to go through is chasing his kid here and there. Shopping malls and Toys "r" Us were the most challenging place to be at if you're not vigilant. I don't know whats going on in the kids mind. He tends to have an enormous amount of agendas inside his thick skull.

Give him 5 minutes in his red Quinny*  and that is it. Restlessness will creep in his mind and he will squeak like a choked Mariah Carey doing 5-octave range vocals. Haha. If let say you grab him in your arms and carry him around like that, he will now do a weight transfer skill to his back. The way he does it is like this, he will take his two strong legs and push it upon my chest, his arms will support this move. He will then twist his waist and free his hands prompting a dare devil parkour-like back flip fall. Of course I didn't let him fall though.

Driving the car nowadays is considered as a heavy task for me. Fahyim will constantly pull the gear and climb to the steering. He is the type of kid who will weep and cry till his nostrils is filled with mucus when you tuck him in the child car seat. I think we made only one full journey with him inside the car seat. That was also possible because he was sound asleep.

The only picture I have of him in the car seat.

I don't know what is happening to the new generation right now. Every kid I see now is occupied with tablets and Ipads. This seems to be the case with Fahyim also. It is our fault to begin with, we let him watch Barney and Friends using that tablet. He even call that tablet " Aniiiiii " . I came across this article which states that is bad for a kid to be occupied with "in a box" entertainment tools. He will become passive and lonely. So we only let him watch for 10 minutes and that's it. It is Astro's fault also that they don't show Barney anymore.

I am quite surprised with the kids ability to imitate others.  Every morning before I leave the house, if the kid is wide awake already, he will sit and observe me putting on my shoes. I came back from work one day seeing him putting on his old shoes. His baby shoes which does not fit anymore.Haha.. The very next day I saw him styling on the maids rainbow Flip Flops and wander around the house with a cheeky smile!

He is also a maestro of destruction I conclude, being a very energetic lad, making a mess is like a routine for him. His senses jitters in rebel beats when he sees tidiness. Below is the end product of an utter mess made by Fahyim on a daily basis.

I must admit raising this toddler up till now is a tiring yet exciting experience for us both. Being a first time parent, recording this journey in a blog form makes the memory grows fonder each and every day. Looking forward to the next episode of  the "Little Monster"

Cycle of life.

Living in the world nowadays, particularly in Malaysia, where the cost of living or the value of money has risen to the stage where MYR 6,000 a month doesn't make the cut anymore. Money making has become a prime objective and target for most of the homo sapiens whose feet touches the ground on our beloved globe.

A wise man once said to me that if he gathers the data of a human life cycle and plot it into graph of technical analysis, he can easily back test the data and Fibonacci's the expansion accurately to form a typical human life cycle. He said to me, the best time in ones life is during the stage of birth to the final year of college. Give and take about 25 years of age. This stage of life, you are careless, you are furnished with facilities be it money, love, or even enjoyment. You are lack of responsibility, you don't have a spouse or family that you need to nurture. Never in a do or die position. Bear in mind, I am only talking about the typical average and majority individuals, leaving out the poors and the unfortunates. Once you're finished with your studies in college, suddenly "pooofft" just like that, you need to earn money unless you're affluent enough to have parents who continuously "provides" for you which is for me an utter disgrace.

At the age of 26 to 55, you are in the stage of getting married, buying a house, scouting a car, paying bills, getting insurance or even having a baby. This is the stage where monetary policy kicks in. Time is exchange to form money. Your balance sheet gets better and better as the year accumulates, less time equals to more money. You will tend to neglect your loved ones. You're so occupied with "busy"ness without noticing that your kid is getting bigger, your parents getting older and your spouse's endurance getting thinner. At the end of this stage, your reflexes become slower, agility becomes a luxury, and twisting your bones will produce a loooooooong crack. It is quite a melancholy when at first, all you wanted is to have a better life and your good motive is to provide and to sustain.

By the time you reach 55, most of us are already financially strong and possibly became a grandfather. The wise man explains, this are the times where the graph trending up, but only to the span of two or three years. This stage comprises the time when your kids leave their kids with you to take care of. The happiest two or three years of an old folks life and that's it. You'll end up having it all but missed it all. So in conclusion, the best years was the early 25s and after that you will be chasing rainbows all the time. Quite right innit?

For me, I am currently in the second phase, 26 to 55. The part of the graph where your bills is more than your salary. Haha! But fortunately I can still sustain because I got the best Chief Financial Officer in my house. It is in the norm of a human being to have a target in life. It is not wrong, it is well encouraged. It is only wrong when you are overdoing it. Neglecting all the other fundamentals of life itself. For someone who can manage to strike the balancing note right in between work, family and spiritual scope? Now that is a rare breed.

All I'm trying to say is that, try your best on not to disregard your love ones. This includes your parents, your brothers, your sisters and your in-laws. These are the people that will stick by you through all odds. Although you have to work hard in order to prosper in life, but one must remember that this life is only interim. There are spiritual factors that you must also consider so that you are fully adorned in the after life. A reminder for me and all mankind.

Bukak angin sikit bagi bunyik wop wop

You wouldn't wanna be missing times like these would ya? :)

Matchmaking Parents.

When two babies were born in the same era, identical year, and the only dissimilarity was the gender, there's a tall likelihood that the parents of this two infants will be matchmaking them. It is a much stronger case when the two sets of friends got married and became parents on the same year.

Obviously,this is my son Muhammad Fahyim Syakir..

And this it the lovely little lady Afia Khadeejah..I have to screen shot a picture from her mothers Instagram. Pardon me for lacking in materials. Hehe..

It all started when the two womb carriers were discussing pregnancy agendas. From types of supplements to swallow,  back pain miseries , the ultimate cravings and the penguin walks they're forced to imitate.

If I am not mistaken, Afia was welcomed to the world roughly two months earlier than Fahyim. Their first meeting was at my mother in laws house during my wife's abstinence. 

Fahyim is the one who looks like Shin Chan by the way.

From that point onwards, they will meet at wedding ceremonies, parties and their parents outings. Bear in mind that ourselves together with Faiz and Dilla (Afia's parents) were the first batch to get married among the close circle of friends that we have. We watched them grow from jaundice season to "Cukur Bantal" era. Afia was lighter and more agile whilst Fahyim was the heavier and lengthy one. There was a time when Afia can flip over back and forth and Fahyim was stagnant like an upside down turtle. Haha..

First eye to eye momento. Notice the stagnancy? Haha..

Afia grown into a stunning cute girl with bobby hair and agile physique while Fahyim blossomed into an impudent observant lad. From time to time they meet and play together. For us parents, that part of nurturing a child is a priceless experience.  You will unintentionally smile and calmed by their blameless acts.

We tend to jokingly match make these two prides. Of course we don't know what the future holds for them but we like to think so! Haha..

Watching them grow bit by bit matures us to various levels of parenting. A sense of responsibility grows in us eventually, a tremendous growth in learning curve equips us for future undertakings. Raising a child who only reply in gestures and mimics thought us the meaning of tolerance.

I long for these kids to learn the values of  respect and honor which we rarely see in youth nowadays. In hopes we pray.Peace!

The Adventures of Legomaster!

And so we went to Parit Sulong, Batu Pahat last Saturday the 30th, a  fleet of 7 cars went to attend Jannah & Adib's reception. Remember the grumpiness of my son on the first reception? Well, this time it happened again. But we expected that and got used to that particular behavior practiced by the little lad.

Nevertheless, the height of his tolerance to hot weather and humid air was quite acceptable. Not yet a "Brat". Haha!. Weddings held in the countryside was far off different with the ones in the city if I were to comment.
Food Catering companies made a fortune here in the city but in the countryside, the neighbours gather and cook for that particular occasion. Right after the wedding, we went to visit my wife's Maklong who resides around the corner. We had an ultimate appetizing "Rojak" there too.

My wife came up with a last minute plan which is highly unlike her. She suggested that we should grab this opportunity to go and take a peak of Legoland Malaysia, located in Nusajaya, Johor. I went into Agoda to search for the cheapest hotel to spend the night because we will only be reaching there around 9 p.m Saturday. I found a hotel called Nusa CT Hotel located just 5 kilometers away. The hotel was just 2 months old. Still got a pleasant interior, but the drawback was only the area surrounding it. It was full of foreign immigrants staying in shop lots. Not a charming view I must say. Anyway, we paid only MYR 200 for the two rooms which is quite a bargain for us middle income earners.

That night we went to scout the venue. They have their own Legoland Malaysia Resort hotel. We went in to the lobby to see the place when my son went super kooky. He was helplessly excited when he saw the play area in the resort. They got loads of huge Lego bricks scattered around the kids play area and built in kids castle in the lobby. He stared in awe went he saw the statues of Lego characters planted on the hotel pillars. At that point of time, I felt a bit of regret deep in my heart. For an extra few hundred ringgits, I could have book a room at that hotel instead, so that my kid will enjoy the settings of the Lego hotel room. Whatever it is, I managed to not waste, we are going to the theme park the next day after all.

The next day we rose as early as 7.30 a.m, had breakfast at a Mamak nearby and rush to queue for the tickets. The booth opens at 10.00 a.m, but during this school holidays season, the crowd starts piling up at 9.30 a.m. The damage is around MYR 150 per adult for both Waterpark and Theme Park inclusive of MYR 10 food coupon. For Fahyim, we only paid MYR 10 and received two swimming diapers as a complimentary.We brought him to the Waterpark first because we knew how aquatic he was in the swimming pool.      

He was like King Triton with his Trident conquering and commanding the undersea kingdom Atlantica but after an hour...

KNACKERED! PHUIIII! 

As I wandered around the theme park, I must say it's size is very much the size of Sunway Lagoon. The heat was quite torturous. Fahyim started showing his restlessness, my wife found a room which is stuffed with lego bricks. Air conditioned! and the boy decided to play in there until we brought him to the 4D theatre.

The roller coaster rides are not as terrifying as the ones in USS ,maybe it was designed for the likes of toddlers and primary kids. All in all, Little Fahyim enjoyed the time of his life at this place. It gave us the sense of accomplishment when we see our sons satisfied sparkly eyes .

Final peroration, Time well spent! :)

                                                                                                          

                                                                                 

New Rules for Indonesian Maids

Nowadays, the cost to hire an Indonesian maid to this country is around MYR 10,000- MYR 12,000. With a wage ranging from MYR 700 and above. That's an arm and leg innit?

My grandmother has been living on her own in Ampang Jaya. The premise is a big ass double storey semi-D. Every now and then she has to climb up and down the stairs for the purpose of going to the kitchen and back to her master bedroom.

She is a very healthy woman, eats well and takes care of her body. I don't quite recall how old she is, but i think she is around her late 60's. At this point of age, she tends to be very concern about her ability to do the house chores and climbing the fold back stairs herself. If I remember correctly, she started having problems with her knees not being strong anymore and so she went to physiotherapy sessions at a gym in Taman Melawati twice a week.

On so many occasions she highlighted to my beloved mother on how she desperately need a maid to help out around the house. I recently acquire the service of a maid that used to take care my wife's grandmother, we took her in to look after of our kid. Recommended and trusted by my father in law. When I brought her to my family house in Bandar Baru Bangi, my mother asked the maid whether she got connections in Indonesia who supply maids.

Being a very business minded maid, she then took the offer to contact her counterparts in Indonesia to bring in one girl to work for my grandmother and so the story goes.

The point I am writing this is simply to share my experience with the processes on taking foreign maids from Indonesia. In fact, I just got to know this today after my father had a trip to the Immigration to resolve the matter.

Before October 1st 2013, there are two ways to import an Indonesian maid to work for you. Its either through an Agent or direct contact through individuals in Indonesia which sometimes called "Ibu" or "Tekong". The reason why most of the people here opt to choose the 2nd option is merely because the cost saving factor. That's a total chunk of almost MYR 8,000 savings.

Well, it cost us MYR 2,300 for this new maid to reach on our front door. This excludes the processing costs for the Working Permit application which is about MYR 2000++. Still worth it for me. And so the new maid reached our house last Monday with a visiting pass for 30 days. So all we got to do after is to take her to immigration, fill in the forms, and make sure she is medically OK to apply for the working permit.

I came across an interesting blog that provides the full details on how to apply your maid's working permit yourself without going through an Agent but all of this is considered obsolete after 1st October 2013.

The new rules states that Application for Indonesian Maid must go through Registered Agents only. It means you have to get a large chunk of paper ready if you're hiring one.

Haiiihhhh..what saddens me the most is the fact that the new maid is already here at my grandmothers. She is so called a freshie to this country, she got two kids back home. She use to earn around IDR 100,000 per month which is equivalent to MYR 30 here and that was the reason why she took the leap of faith coming here. Now we got to send her back to her country because of the new rules and she didn't know about it yet.  Poor lass.

Y U TEST DADDY?

My son Muhammad Fahyim Syakir has this peculiar habit of not being a "Ceremony Man". Through these 14 months observing him, I came to a conclusion that he possesses this need to be the center of attraction.

Last Friday my sister in law got hitched. Congratulations to her and her husband. The solemnization was held at my in laws house in Shah Alam. Through out the course of the event, the boy went berserk. He cried and shouted like nobodies business. 

I forecasted this to happen earlier in the evening,  whenever a ceremony is around the corner,he will refuse to sleep. Once the ceremony started, he then decides to sleep which means a lot of whining will occur. At 8:30 p.m, the guests started flowing into the house to occupy the front living hall. I have noticed his edgy gestures and immediately hand him to the maid. 

Once the "Akad Nikah" started commencing, I heard a blaring shout from my room. On normal days, he has no issues with the maid. He even played hide and seek with the maid. But on ceremony days, suddenly he hates the maid. Arghhh! So he shouted and cried like he was in tremendous pain, tears pouring out of his eyes like Niagara Falls asking me to pick him up. So I brought him in front to join the function and I regretted. He saw his mother and now he wants milk although he just had a few ounces of formula 20 minutes before. Aiyoyo thambi!

The next day we hosted the reception at De Palma Inn Shah Alam. As usual, we tried putting him to sleep earlier that day but he just wouldn't. And so we said to ourselves, "nevermind him, maybe tonight he'll behave".  We thought it will be a good circumstance to snap a few pictures of him. Suit him up with vest, bow tie and all aaaaaaannnddddd he fell asleep. Phuiiii!!Whyy?! .

Family members gathered in front of the ball room with a sound instruction to greet the invitees. We were all suited and "Baju Melayu-ed" up when suddenly a loud thundering baby scream came out from the ballroom, there goes my maid running out with Fahyim. I was told he was disturbed with the sound of waiters banging on the ballrooms door. What?! He didn't even bothered with the blistering sound of high-revved VTEC engine launching on the main road opposite of my condo. Haiyaa..his eyes was half opened signalling me that he still wants to sleep and so I dispatch him and the maid to the hotel room which situated on the neighboring block. Being a sweaty pig, only God knows how much liquid was flowing out through my sweat pores. Haha!

 The whole pack including me and my wife were supposed to escort the newlyweds to the Pelamin". Once I got back to the hall, the bride and groom is already walking down the red carpet and I saw my wife awkwardly walking alone.  I went to the table with a hunch of regret and decided to call the maid. I thought that cheeky baby is already sound asleep, aaaaaaannnnddd I was wrong. He is wide awake crying behind the room door signalling a gesture that he dislike being left there.

Superdaddy went back to the hotel room in a flash, speedily walking through the corridors with crying armpits to inspect on his superbaby. Brought him back to ball room and the boy settled down. Laughing here and there like nothing happened. The only thing is both of us missed most of the compulsory moments on that wedding including a few family pictures, rehearsed activities and some appetite. But we did managed to get in some after party images though.

Adulahai Mamat Payim.

Anyway..here's to the memories..

Pengantin Lama (credit to binatang pondang)

 

Perenting : Sir Fahyim Shitalot Improvements

There has never come a day in my post-Fahyim's life where I did not rush climbing to the eighth floor of my condo to see that attentive lad after work.

Every passing day was like a tuition to him and experimenting and violating rules is his favorite traits. He is now in his 14 months era. The era of learning!

Every now and then, whenever I ring the bell and push the front door, he will stand there and smile like this..and say " de deh!!". 

If there is such instant cure for exhaustion, then this kind of feeling definitely should be it..This dude is really showing off his talent in materialising his motto " What I want, I get". But, it is a normal thing in toddlers world basing on what i read.

If his desires are not granted, he'll instantly squat and bang the floor with his hands while yelling " Erghhhh!!" He will pull my hand and direct me to that particular unreachable object. 

Pronouncing the word "Hello" will prompt him to put his hands to his ears. Hahaha! As if he knows how to talk. He can only converse the language of minions nowadays which is " Bababa". Not to say he can't detect our language. He will try his level best by imitating the sounds that came out of our mouth such as " Tssst" which means "Keys". A very intelligent young man he is and a very observant too.

I always thought when he was born, what talent will he inherit? A few days ago, i saw a glimpse of the flair that he might possess. 

You be the judge, its just raw materials .Haha !

Being a toddler of this age, the pulse of curiosity looms inside his minuscule brain.  There is limited sense of logic going on in there. Last week, because of this, he took his leap of faith by nosediving from the top of the bed straight to the parquets. Luckily it was just a wee bit of a blue bump on his forehead. Right after that incident, he now cautiously use his legs first.

Nowadays, a trip to shopping malls is a tough one. If you are looking to blaze some calories, chasing a small dude with a sudden change of direction in a shopping mall is definitely a good sport!

I mentioned in my earlier post, I will try my best on not raising a "Brat", and how hard it is not to let others spoil the kid. But look at his first walking shoes..this was given to him by my sisters as a gift for being a newbie in the walking industry.

A pair of Vans at 1 year old?! I remember the last time i had Vans was back in college. That one also is the Ciplak one in Sungei Wang Plaza which costs around Rm 50. Anyway, still a long journey to come. I still have some time to groom the kid to be somebody who knows how to appreciate things and to respect the elderly .

Given the nature of my work as a trader, I seldom have the time to spend with the kid. I will try to constantly pour my outlines in this blog whenever I was presented with the favorable circumstances to be with this little lad. More improvements to come! Cheers.

"Come at me bruv!"

Old and wise?

I was blessed with a tremendous circles of friends throughout my life. Last Saturday 9th of November 2013, I was cleverly tricked by my wife who had arranged a beautiful birthday party for me. It was held at a seafood restaurant near Dengkil called "Restoran Tasik Idaman" . For those of you plan to eat good seafood by the lake, this is the place to go.

When you're getting old and fat like me, You will never smell the scent of a cunning plan orchestrated by your beloved wife and friends. I was made to believe that my wife and her friends are going to have a get together on that Saturday after our bazaar in Rasta TTDI. So i drove to the restaurant and found my good friends there waiting to celebrate me although it was not yet my birthday. It was a splendid surprise.Thank you lads! And Thanks to you also my beloved wifey.

" There is no sincere love than the love of food" - George Bernard Shaw

Fate

I have been thinking about topics to address to this blog for these past few weeks. The last post was narrations about my frantic infant. This post shall be about how i met his mother or in other words my wife. Bear in mind that she is also the chief financial officer, logistic planner, chef de partie, fund manager, chief janitor and also alarm clock of the house.

I met my other half Nik Nurul Diyanah for the first time waaaayyyy back in 2004 in Kolej Yayasan Pelajaran Mara (KYPM)*. I was in year two and she was a freshie. I was so reluctant to enroll with that college during that time because of my unenthusiasm to further study after all. To think about all this, to see how the dots interconnected to each other clarifies the enigmatic ways of God's work.

I know most of you have heard or read or even watched in movies where the actor says " I knew it when I first laid eyes on her". Well, if i were to rephrase it to my own context, i would say " I don't quite understand this, but why is my tummy ticklish? ". A sensation, an aura and abundance of need to be asked questions surrounds this specky long haired cute chinese looking girl. I must get know this female.

Things got better when I was forced to repeat my year two due to my lousy results and also a few mischievous acts in accounts class. I grieved a little but then I saw an opening. Repeating the year will move me closer to the target. Remember when I state that God works in mysterious ways? Well, this time the Almighty put me and her on the same tutorial group. From then on, things started to appear translucent. Series of events guided me to her.

I was still unsure of what I felt about her that time. The only problem was that she got a boyfriend but my naughty eyes can't seem to stop gazing at her. From then on, I plant my glance on the price , I observed in perseverance. I scouted like dessert eagle, waiting for the right moment to pounce until that perfect time came when I managed to get her number from a female accomplice.

So I did what every other charmer would do, texted her plentiful time, vomiting passionate words and altercations in form of short messaging system. Those were the glory days of Nokia 3210,3310 and the most advanced cellular was the 8250 a.k.a the"Butterfly". People can text without even looking at the keypad. I texted her everyday without miss, most of the conversations was empty, just plain gibberish. Each and every end of a long conversation will be concluded with my personal weapon of choice "The Spear of Bombastic and Amusing words"!!. I hinted and hinted my feelings towards her and I thought I worked my magic, but I was altogether wrong, an utter shame!. She does not seem to understand. I thought maybe because she had a boyfriend that time, or maybe she is just plain slow. Haha.

I have never got the chance to meet her face to face. The nearest I got to her is when i surprised her with an acoustic show at her apartment balcony during her birthday. Without the help of her housemates, I would not be able to work my charm. I thought i scored but once again, it is not sufficient to lure her away from her "soulmate". I was not too bothered with her reluctance because I too was seeing two other different girls. Haha! Things went sour, the volumes of sms's gone down and slowly fade.

In the year of 2006, a bunch of us pursued studies in Dublin, Ireland. Well, actually a whole load of us went to Dublin. Its like the same class in KL teleported to Dublin. The only difference was our lecturer's were fairer and the weather was fricking cold.

In Dublin, I adopted a different lifestyle, I was culture shocked with the distance that I have to walk to college and the coldness there. This factors effected my attendance to the class. I seldom go, so i rarely meet people. Plus, i got two housemates who share the same traits as I. Therefore, I don't get that much chance to meet Nik Nurul. I was too happy spending time with the lads rather than socializing with the lasses until one day I was fed with a news that she BROKE UP! Finally!

I was mentally planning for a way to approach her until God concluded it for me again! This time, he paired my roommate to her best friend. I was speechless. It cant go any better than that . We went dating for the first time at a restaurant called Madina. Awkwardness surrounded the four walls around us. It was by far the greatest time of my life. In 23 years of life, I have never experienced any sublimer feeling in my heart. I handed her a tissue made flower in admiration to her immense physical attractiveness. I have never looked back since then.

We went through tick and thin during our relationship. The experience that we share during the hard times and the happy times was priceless. There was a sense of completion when I married her in 11/11/11, similar to the feeling when you get to kill the castle dragon in order to save the princess in Super Mario Bros last level.

Today is the 4th of November 2013, a week to our anniversary,  two ecstatic years since we got hitched. I am contented that I took this path, no matter what the road will present us, it can be bumpy, it can be flat, we'll ride through it! Ailebeyu bebeh..:)

* Presently known as Kolej Poly-Tech Mara

Parenting : In Hopes of Not Raising a "Brat"

Today marks the 1 year 2 weeks and 2 days post-birth adventure in the tale of Muhammad Fahyim Syakir bin Faisal Shadli. Born and bred in Malaysia, 9.6 kilograms to date (slight underweight if to be compared to his height).

That cheeky little lad was born in Pantai Hospital Kuala Lumpur on the 28th of September 2012. Weighing at 3.84 kilograms was considered big ass heavy if to be compared to other infants at that time. On the eve of 27th September 2012, le wife struggled with constant contractions which brought us to the hospital across the street (I live two steps away from PHKL which was the main reason why we pick the hospital during birth planning). Le wife constantly attacked by precise timed contractions during our stay in the labour room, the nurse said my wife's opening was slower than it supposed to be and so we waited. Le wife wanted normal birth so bad that she decides to endure the pain that comes with it. Unfortunately for her after 12 long hours, the amount of pain, physical and mental discomfort is too much for her to bear. At 9 centimeters, she screamed for epidural but the doctor declined. Finally she was c-sected because the kid is to big for her.

This type of experience, the front seat involvement of a person you love contacting with decibels of pain can bring a man's guts to the ground. It was a bittersweet experience I must say for most first time daddys.

Being the first son, first grandson and first great-grandson of our little extended family,the journey of raising this active and progressive kid task has become more challenging to us newcomers. The kid often spoilt with toys, gadgets, clothes, pamperings and all the extra props that he might not yet understand. He cries, he gets picked up, he glanced at a toy, the price tag gets scanned..as easy as that.

Being the parents of this "lime-lighted" child sometimes took its toll on us. Just imagine that we used to travel as far as 120 kilometers a day for 5 days continuously just to ensure his safety. The kid is like a celebrity, he lives in the car..one day he's in the east.. the other day he's in the west. By the time Sunday nights come along, we are already knackered.

Often I raised a bit of my voice just to alarm him that I'm still the boss of the house, but most of the time I was pinned down by his smiles. Bear in mind, this kid got three toy stations. One in my house, the other two is in Bangi and Shah Alam respectively.

Saying all this, seeing the kid grow inch by inch, baby wipes to diapers and urinals to discharges makes my heart liquefy. Even the fiercest cutthroat father will melt whenever the fruit of his loins chuckles in aggravation. It has been two days since he started walking and we are the happiest parents on earth!! Now all the edges in the house will be smothered with tapes.

A more intrigue future to come, I can't wait to watch him kick some footie and sketch on the wall. Mommy and daddy will work hard to make sure you thrive and blossom baby Fahyim Syakir.

Introduction

As I sit by this trading desk of mine, watching over moving rates on my Telequote, I decided to give it a pause. A quick run through my wife's blog made me realized that I too shall have a blog. Hahaha!

I was given the name Faisal Shadli. Arshad is my father's name. 28 years to date, married to lovely always worried wife Nik Nurul Diyanah. A hybrid of us, we made a handsome yet stunning son called Muhammad Fahyim Syakir. A very intelligent boy. Loves to dance, grooves to the beats of reggae and nods to the sound of rock and roll.

Manchester United FC by far is the greatest club in the world. I am a glory hunter and it pisses me off when united lose. But they've won my heart since Cantona shove up his collar. I don't fancy weekends when there's no footie on tele. I don't dig weekdays when Uefa Champions League not in TV.

Trading currencies is what I do for a living. I stare graphs and trends to keep my bosses rich. I deal millions to make decimals. Whenever you see a money changer on nearby, most probably they are customers of mine.

Soooo.. this blog will ultimately covers the topic of my awesome life, my amazing wife , my electrifying kid, my abbreviated timetable , some football, some music and loads of currency thoughts and insides.

Give this noob a chance although I tend to babble. Haha!