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A long walk, and a new addition

My sister Sameerah and her husband Bruce have just welcomed their daughter, Nichola Jannah Wallace into the world, after a worrying day and a half where little Nichola had to be warded in the neo-natal intensive care unit.

It just so happens that God allowed me the opportunity to be in KL for a conference at the right time, though there were some hurdles along the way that I had to face.

First off, I had to walk for about 5km from KLCC to Prince Court Medical Centre, based on terrible directions from a information receptionist who so obviously never walks anywhere. When I asked her how long it would take me to go from KLCC to Prince Court, she looked a bit perplexed, and said “Mmmmm... think about... 10 minutes?”

10 minutes my A**...

It took 45minutes.

And 5km..

On foot...

In the rain...

Wearing work clothes...


But I finally got there... in the end.

But it was worth it to get to see my sister and brother-in-law, and of course, little Nichola.

Welcome to the world my niece.

May God bless you always.



ammo said…
hahaha! 5km jog for me will took 20 minutes the least. what a moron receptionist.
Cat-in-Sydney said…
Hmmm....the moral of the story is: never ask receptionists for directions! use your iPhone instead! har har har *evil laughs*
Nichola is definitely worth your "exercise". I just love babies...the smell, the soft skin, the pink cheeks....aaaahhh... purrr...meow!
Fauziah Ismail said…
Nichola was worth the 45 minute walk, wasn't she? She's gorgeous!
Congratulations to the parents, grandparents, uncles and aunties and who ever else in the family tree!
Abdullah said…
Haha... Ammo, Cat & Fauziah... Little Nichola was indeed worth the walk, as well as getting to see my sister again... but I would have preferred it not to have rained. Sports attire would have definitely been more than welcome too!
adi said…
bro, should have used google earth man!
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