Dah 3 jam aku duduk kat sini without doing anything. The meeting is still on-going in the Meeting Rooms. Main Committee I and II are meeting concurrently in different meeting rooms, and the Plenary will meet right after the Main Committees' meeting. The delegates are still arguing about whether it is appropriate to change the word 'shall' which means mandatory to 'may' which gives them more flexibility.

While the super intense meetings are in session, I am here thinking about lunch. Every day since Day One, the caterer has been buying rice, bergedil and rendang for my lunch. Day in, and day out, the same thing. I am riced-out, and especially rendanged-out. Maybe I should buy my own food from the Food Court at the basement of Tower 4. But that means it will incur cost to my daily allowance, which at this point of time, is very crucial.

With Qhairul now at home, after completing his school and waiting for his National Service enlistment, he is helping to look after his little sister and making sure that she is all fed before going to school, I have to prepare extra food for my gentle giant. I have to stock up more than the usual. Especially on pre-cooked refrigerated food, like burger patties, or wieners, bread, instant noodles and lots of eggs. There was also an order for microwaveable pies too from Erin, but that would cost double than your normal chicken rice at the nearby coffee shop, I responded with a blank stare.

Yesterday, before we left for our weekly support for the Soccer match at the nearby junior college, I reminded Erin that she can't spend too much at the SPC mart, as I don't have enough for that luxury. As sweet as she is, my little girl unselfishly offered her $4.30 from her purse to me, so that she can buy something. "Here Mum, you can have this, later when we get to SPC, I will get something not so expensive, OK Mum?" As promised, she got herself a pack of Twisties which cost $1.35 to share with her friend Shikin. My girl is growing up too fast. I guess with little that we have, really makes her understands better.

That evening while we were having dinner, Eriq kept telling Erin to mind her manners while at the table. "Wait for everyone to be seated before you start eating, itu pun tak tau." And he kept on and on, "Tengok tu, nasi tak makan, siput aja habis. Makan lah betul betul. Tu kan rezeki. Nanti nasi sedih tau" "Let me feel your rice, see.. I can feel the nasi is crying". He just likes to nag on his sister.

And the sister responded with "Ni Ain makan ni, hah...nasi dah cakap 'yeah...best...kena makan... happy nyeerrr...the rice are so happy to be eaten". I can't control myself and started laughing.

As Erin was sending Eriq off last night at the lift lobby, Eriq gave his sister $2.00. Although they are always squabbling and quarreling, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, I know that Eriq loves Erin so much and always looking after her.

So, I am not a bad parent after all. Yeah!