Fuang! and be healed…

I’m not sure if this only runs in my family, but usually when any of the kids bumped their heads, or fell, or had itchy mosquito bites, and comes running to any of the adults and complain,

Tatitttt…! (that’s sakit, the Imtiyaz way of talking)

We, the adults, would do an act of blowing while uttering the word,

FUANG!!

… and poof! The pain is gone… psychologically, of course! And the kids would run off happily ‘healed’ by the magic word.

I didn’t know it had a great psycho effect on the kids, until recently.

Imtiyaz complained ‘tatittt’ and looking at it, I forgot the magic word, and told him I’d get some ointment to rub on.

And he went,

Mama… FUANG me!

Errr… any of you have been fuang-ing or been fuang-ed before?

Bandung in a Nutshell

Horseback riding at Mt. Tangkuban Perahu which the kids enjoyed so much

The huge crater of Mt. Tangkuban Perahu which reminds me a little of Iceland

Fahd proud of his strawberries

At Kavling Strawberry Park

The dads fooling around while choosing our 'hut' at the gorgeous Kg. Daun Restaurant

Peek-a-boo!

The 2 Bens love each other so much!

Yummy food!

Unique presentation

This was mine - ayam goreng bumbu bali is the name?!

Side view

Don't remember the name

Forgive my memory...

The waiters must be really fit to carry food all the way up to all the huts!

I’ll let the photos do the talking!

A superb vacation – will definitely go there again! We had a great supir (driver) the whole time we were there to bring us around, stayed at a really nice 2-bedroom apartment, experienced wonderful local food at equally gorgeous restaurants, the kids had fun horseback riding and strawberry picking… and yes, the shopping was marvellous! I love their local products (simple, yet elegant long-sleeved tops and knee-length dresses made of lovely stretchable cotton material), the factory outlets filled with known brands, and of course, the first class service from the sales person themselves!

I also came up with something whilst I was there, seeing the beggars on the road, with torn clothes. Instead of going with an extra empty bag (I purposely brought only 1 change of clothes), I plan to bring some of my unworn, still-good-condition clothes and just hand over to the supir to distribute them to whoever he wants!

A simple gesture that could mean so much to them, don’t you think?

Al-Fatihah

As much as we enjoyed the trip last week, we received this heart-wrenching news on our 2nd day there :

Perginya seorang sahabat, saudara dan pejuang

I’ll be away…

Notice another 2 'budak bogels' in the photo?

… on vacation to Bang-Downg (as how Imtiyaz pronounces it) tomorrow.

Makes it sound like a place in China, don’t you think?! Hehe.

The Boy and Wheels

The bike he got since he was 1, because he's too big for a tricycle and the likes of it.

Car

These days, mum picks Imtiyaz home from school a little bit early than the time I would pick him up. Just so that he has enough time to have dinner and freshen up.

The other day, mum laughingly told me he climbed into the car, and confidently asked,

Can I drive?

Bicycle

Mr. Hubs got his bicycle when he was just 1, and he wasn’t too keen on it. Until recently.

Just because Ben Tennyson from Ben 10 was spotted riding a bicycle too!

Rollerblades

At the park last weekend, a group of adults & children were having rollerblades lesson just next to the playground.

Suddenly, I caught Imtiyaz ‘gliding’ weirdly on his foot, and entered the rink, going in circles around the tiny cones of obstacles they’ve prepared for the trainees. Luckily the trainees are already quite trained, so no one actually glided over him with actual wheels!

But you can guess the questions he kept pestering me with, the whole day!

Mama, can I go rollerblade class?

Mama, I wanna go Siti’s house get the rollerblades… (I told him I have my k2 blades at mum’s place. Paid only 5 pounds for an almost new pair back then! How cool is that? )

I just hope mum haven’t thrown them out… *yikes!*