the one-eyed shopper

we are going home in june. and i have to admit that i have been shopping with only one eye.
because of one small big reason: baby param is in tow.
my mind isnt at peace because he does one of the following:

1. wanders off ( me = panic)
2. says he wont susu in the diaper and wants to go to the toilet (me = aaaaaaarhg)
3. wants vitagen, wants water, wants chips, and point 2 appears (ditto)
4. no pram, carry me (me= let’s go home)

but i loved shopping in KL because of the things I find.
as i packed them all in today, baby param gave me all the support that he didnt give me while shopping.
he’s the hand model in all the pictures…
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this one is a lovely xylophone that tinkles like a jaltarang... i just played lakdi ki kathi, vara leel gana lola and several rounds of sa re ga ma. as delicate as a wind chime

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i cant use regular combs after i switched to these handmade combs. i have hair that's thick falls to my hips and is as rough as dammit - not my hips, hair i mean. and this comb is my "no more tears" after hair-wash morning. expensive. the mmmim feet gave way when the saleswoman gave him the bill

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my hair leaps? not anymore:-)

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an exquisite table runner. now someone just needs to buy a dining table to go with it

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for people like my mil who think handbags should have something up their sleeve...

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inside every hand bag there's a shopping bag waiting to come out, or so my mil believes

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an umbrella that has glitter, dazzle and a nice smile. but it doesnt have a press button start. strange are the ways of malaysians

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umbrellas sheathed in matching outer coats. i am in colour co-ordinated heaven

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these things call me and say "MiM! psst. buy me. i want to be in your home"

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made of mango wood, this hand-crafted tray is heavy and priciest thing after the comb. and it goes to someone v.v.v.v special. and am i v.v.v.v. special right?

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slippers for sisters-in-law. thought bata was an indian brand... but it's apparently canadian.

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i want to be 8 years old and get into this one.

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who can fit into this one? recently i discovered that my waist has reappeared. of course this deserves a whole blogpost in its honour. or a whole blog

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love the hearts in the bum pockets

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ma wanted this stuff by the dozen

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dolls from sarawak in east malaysia. it's my dream to travel there... *sigh*

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ma wants this stuff by the truckloads

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i am having an asaaan moment here. but this bag was on 80 per cent off....

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more local flavour that goes crunch.

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hot pink pants. v. haute

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and who can guess which one i decided to keep for myself, and not present to a relative/friend when i go homein June?

enter aneela

10 things that happened at the blogmeet

1. this isnt fiction. a blogmeet really happened.

2. if you have met my friend kamini, then there’s about 45 per cent of kamini in aneela. mebbe as much as 46 per cent. so it was with a 46 per cent sense of deja vu i prattled on…

3. i tried to organise a mini contest for aneela.
she had to guess which one was me… me or my friend V. I botched up things a bit by giving out the answer BEFORE i announced the contest. gah! must do better next time.

4. menu: rasam starter. pooris aloo (south indian style), lemon rice and raitha, and mildly onion raitha-flavoured payasam with just two seeds of mustard floating around (our pal arhaan quickly mixed the raitha spoon with the payasam spoon in a nimble houdini style sleight of hand and voila)

5. dont believe a word she says about arhaan being demanding/ DVD-watching mini terror of a child. he is nothing of the sort. he plays. he’s a total world traveller. he’s organised. he’s softspoken. and his mouth forms a perfect bell-shaped curved graph when he cries. totally feel like pinching him now.

6. my firstborn who came back from school halfway into the blogmeet, he DIDNT EVEN NOTICE there was an aneela sitting beside his ma eating lunch. his eyes went straight to arhaan. and they all played housie-housie for a bit.

7. we have a common friend back in islamabad. we both knew his daughters when they were growing up. and we both loved his daughters.

8. i love roy and she mistry. but we both hate bhagat.

9. she can really make me shout with laughter. when you meet her, let her tell you the one about why she cuts her nails in the bathroom in her ma’s place.

10. and guess what she brought for me? hairoil:-) all the way from bangladesh. and i’ll let her to tell you what she bought for my kids, and how many light years it will take her to graduate from her current evil aunt status.