Count’s blog : And if you keep on counting, he promises, he'll continue to Blog ....

Convocation pictures adorn the walls of many homes. Ours is not excepted. And the collection grows.

Here we have Abang with his MEd(TESL), Kak Salmah BEng(Elect. Eng), Kak Ran BEd, Kakak BSc (Mech), Ammar Diploma(Arch)& BArch, Nad BSc (Comp. Sc), and Huda BEng (Petr. Eng)

We are happy with the achievements.. and hope to keep up with this great works.

Hari raya will never be the same again. Balik kampung is no longer the balik kampung, now that you ARE the kampung. It is lovely to have your children and grandchildren streaming into you but you can't help but missed the excitement of rushing to be back there, first, to see you mother's welcoming face, to be in her graceful presence, come rain or shine, 8 pm or 3 am, in health or in sickness (she will be strong the moment your head light beamed on her walls).

I very deeply missed Mek...

Bath... as is the name of a Roman city

The reminiscence of the years spent in Bath came-a-flooding, when I got a comment about the picture I posted. The picture was that of the entrance to the Bath, the Roman Bath. But Bath City has a plethora of other great features too, beckoning one to comb the city; east, west, north and south.

The unmistakable landmark is that of the cascading water over the weir on the River Avon. This spectacular spendlour could be enjoyed from the Pultney Bridge, a bridge that houses tiny souvenir shops that see tourists thronging their painted wooden doors, everyday of the year. An evening stroll along the embankment, savouring wafts of frest air laden with fine mists from the Weir, would be a dream come true.

Then you can walk the the quaint little streets (once frequented by the Queen of People's Hearts, the late Princess Diana), with potted flowers hanging in the windowsills, and engulf yourself in more souvenirs and miniature ceramics that will titillate your fancy, swearing you will be back for more, soon.

To bask in the architectural splendour of the city, you will have to take a stroll across one of its best kept secret, a pristinely manicured park, the Victoria Park. Take time to smell the flowers.. and soon you will see the Crescent looming through the trees. The Royal Crescent is the marvel of the architectural world and conniseurs from as far land as the United States would flock to this majestic display of designs.. almost a fusion of arts, science, technology, architecture, pottery, poetry, love and history.

Moslems must not miss the opportunity to pray in the Bath Mosque on Pierrepont Street, a mosque named after a Moroccan donner, Mr Muzaffar, whose son graduated from the University of bath in the 80's. The university community kept the mosque alive by holding daily prayers in Ramadhan, and certainly the weekly Friday Prayers too(other daily prayers are performed in the University). Come Ramadhan, the mosque is abuzz with activities that see the Muslim communities from around Bath mingle with each other. The warmth of Islamic fraternity permeates the every fibres of one's nerves. One has to be there to witness the confluence of cultures from diverse lands; Malaysia, Pakistan, Morocco, Egypt, Sudan, Maldives, Iraq, Bangladesh, Local British, Nigeria, South Africa, Libya, Thailand, Indonesia, Philippines.. have i missed any country? ( That will call for a revisit to this publish )

Ahhh yes! it certainly is one of the best cities England boast of..

But not in the early 70's,where the now spanking clean cheery buildings, were once a picture of glum - buildings 'painted black by' the bacteria? virus? moss?... It was certainly a phenomenal sandblasting clean-up &transformation in the 80s that earned Bath, a title, the floral city of britain, 8 or 9 years in a row!

I will not hesitate to say that Bath is my favourite city. When Ramadhan pops in, I begin to wonder if the basement of 8 Pierrepont Street, is buzy with activities serving the fasting brothers iftar..and sahur.. And TEA NAK NAK is always on the agenda. Nak nak is mint, and fresh mint is planted aplenty in the backyard.

SHAY WITH NAK NAK BROTHERS?.... ahh what a heavenly offer indeed!

I have gone off blogging a bit, hung my coat and now taking a deep breather. The highs and lows of blogging seeping through my every fiber of existence.. life draining away.. and yet ebbs in and out showing glimpses of life colors. Ahh to be absorbed in this confluence of minds, thoughts and sharing.. I might even give it another shot.

I might