Post CNY update

I haven’t been updating for a long time. And all the things which I wanted to post were stuck in my head for a very long time.

I think I will start from my trip to Malaysia, Genting Highlands during the recent Chinese New year period.

It has been donkey years since I went up to the Highlands with my parents and relatives. Man, this has really been donkey donkey years ago. I am not joking. When I was young, say about 5-6 years old, my parents will make a trip to the Highlands at least twice a year. And until now, the Genting Saga continues…

My husband really hated the idea of going up to the Highlands because it’s a place where it’s not blessed due to the fact that there are casinos everywhere. Gambling thoughts are prevalent in almost every visitor up there. I had a hard time convincing him to go because I wanted to go because my parents asked me to go and because it’s Chinese New Year and because my Auntie and her entire family (cousins and nephews and nieces) are also going too. And that makes the entire headcount to 17! And we are driving up as a convoy. Doesn’t that sound exciting? When I was a teenager, my dad loves to drive up with his friends as a convoy. And the total number of cars: 8 cars!

So my husband relented but I know that at the back of his mind, he isn’t really looking forward to the trip as much as I do. I could tell. As for me, I was looking forward to spending time with my family even though it has to be up in the Highlands where my parents might most probably visit the Casino more often than anything else.

So our schedule was planned way ahead of our subuh time. They wanted to get to the Customs as early as 5pm so that we won’t bum ourselves into any massive pre CNY jam.
Which means, we will have a problem with our prayers. But my cousin assured me that once I pass the S’pore and M’sia customs, we will get to the nearest petrol station. (my cousin understood our prayers obligations and he related that to everybody)

But we forgot one thing. In S’pore, the K.S.S is prevalent. And our PM should be proud of us. Because WE are UNITED in our thinking. Every Singaporean who wants to go M’sia and spend their CNY actually thinks the same way as we do. And guess what, just before we even got to Woodlands to meet my parents and the others, there was a traffic message up on the LED board: ‘MASSIVE JAM AT BKE AND CAUSEWAY’. My jaw dropped!
When we had gathered everyone at Woodlands to set off for the Causeway, it was really bad. Cars were simply not moving at all. And this goes on for 10minutes. Imagine me and my husband’s reaction. So my dad decided (he’s like the Head/Chief of the convoy) to u-turn and go by the other way. It was much better but we know we wouldn’t be able to get out from this sooner than an hour.

My parents asked about our prayers. So I told them that if such circumstances arise, give us 10mins of silence and we will pray at our seats. She was more than happy to switch off her Buddhism ‘dzikir’ on the audio player in the car. (initially, husband said that it would really looked weird to them if we were to pray in the car, with all that actions of takbir and stuff). I think they peeped on us but they kept their comments to themselves.

While waiting, my mum developed this urgency to visit the toilet. I think she was really really urgent. It was so bad that she almost wanted to do it in a bottle. I kept talking to her to distract her from thinking. But it got so worse when we were finally served by an auntie officer at the immigration counter. I guessed it’s the urgency that is driving her crazy because the officer took her own sweet time, and she was really checking us one by one. And my mum was so mad at her. Finally when we cleared the immigration, everyone rushed to the toilet. J
There was another jam leading to the M’sia customs. So the entire episode of ‘jamming’ took us about 3-4hours. If I was taking the driver’s seat, my legs would get cramps because of the clutching. Thank God my father spared me the agony.

There wasn’t a lot of stops along the way. We didn’t had breakfast before we left S’pore so we just snacked on the tidbits I brought.

And Gosh, I thought we were almost reaching when we got stuck in another jam again. This was the last stretch of road before we reached the ‘entrance’ of Highlands below the hills. 2 traffic accidents happened causing the jam.

Jam here, Jam there, everywhere Jam Jam.. Oh MacDonalds, had a farm… Ooops..

Alhamdulillah! Finally, we got up there 2 hours later. Thank God!
But the moment I got out of the car and into the hotel lobby, I sneezed non-stop. Oh dear! Please no! I was cold, my nose was blocked and my throat began to hurt. My husband and I quickly went to find the musollah to settle our prayers. Now we can combine our zuhr and asar prayers as travelers.

The night itself, I slept with a blocked nose.

But Alhamdulillah. Thank God I was sick.