Dinner with Our Daughters

We envisioned this moment around 2 years ago, planning to play golf Jogja, while visiting our daughters who study in UGM. That time, only Caca had been accepted in UGM. Alhamdulillah, now it’s a reality and the plan is finally realized ☺️😍

Breakfast at Nasi Kandar Pelita

Our last day of weekend in KL starts with breakfast in Nasi Kandar Pelita at Bangsar. This Indian mixed Malay restaurant is very popular in Malaysia, and you can find it in almost every corner of the city.

I ordered Nasi Briyani plus fried chicken, while Elok and the kids tried Maggie noodle and roti prata. All is good, and we had a nice, satisfying breakfast.

KGB Burger: As Advertised

It is displayed in this restaurant: “because life is too short to eat bad burger”.

We can’t agree more, but not sure what is definition of “bad burger”. Does McDonalds cheese burger qualifies as bad burger? It’s probably the same question we should ask whether Starbucks coffee is a bad coffee?

I personally don’t think so. As regular customers of McDonalds and Starbucks, I find the convenience of having familiar taste wherever you go is a big plus.

But I also think that KGB Burger, a local burger franchise in KL, does as it’s advertised. It is really good burger. I ordered cheese burger with crispy beef bacon, which tastes really nice. The burger looks big, but actually when you ear them, the meat and the bread don’t full your stomach. So it’s a good portion for me. They also serves truffle fries and wedges with dips, which also tastes great.

When you’re around in KL, and is looking for something a bit different than local specialty dishes or those global players menu, come to this local burger gourmet, you won’t be disappointed!

Ultra Happy in Ultraman Restaurant

My little sister, Chita, who is a permanent resident in KL, has been telling us about this Ultraman Restaurant on the ground floor of her apartment at Damansara, KL. She used to live in our house, so she was kind of witnessing and helping raising Rafif (and Aya). She exactly know how Rafif loved the Ultraman when he was still toddler. So when she heard about the opening of this restaurant last year, the first thing came to her mind was to take Rafif here.

Today that plan came to realization. We took the MRT ride from Bukit Bintang to Damansara, and headed directly to the restaurant. Chita fetched us in TTDI MRT station, and took us to there meeting with her husband, Bona.

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Student Led Conference with Rafif

Spending time listening to Rafif’s study insights from his last term at school. Through this Student Led Conference, you can sense his joy, his struggles, and his progress at school. Hopefully you keep on learning and growing as better adult ya dek. It’s your life, all we can do here as parents, is to support you to have fulfilling life for you, and others. Insya Allah aamiin.

Pantjoran Tea House: A Nice Piece of Heritage

When we had our first ride to Kota Tua, I spotted this place. Located across Glodok electronic centre, it sits in triangle intersection of Jalan Pancoran and Jalan Pintu Besar Selatan. It looks unique, with architecture and layout lent from Batavia old town chinese house.

We stopped by this place for breakfast during our CFD ride. The tea house doesn’t have parking spot for cars, but for bicycle riders they reserves three lanes of bicycle parking slots, which is very convenient for CFD riders like us.

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Easter Day CFD Ride: No Fooling Around

It’s 1st of April, but there’s no fooling around on our car free day (CFD) ride on Easter Day. We rode over than 33 km from our house to Petak Sembilan and Monas, before cycled back through Antasari.

Taking opportunity of a less-crowded CFD (it’s still a lot of people, mind you), we managed to arrive at Hotel Indonesia runabout and then, Petak Sembilan quite quickly.

Rafif ride his Dahon through less crowded CFD

Us in Hotel Indonesia rinabout with Asian Games counter – only 139 days to the biggest sporting event in Asia!

However when we arrived there, we were not really sure where to go. Yes, there was this “klenteng” (praying place), however as we were afraid to disturb the procession, we decided to explore some of the place’s narrow alleys instead.

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