Public holidays

Malaysia has the highest number of public holidays especially at the beginning of the year. I am retired, so public holidays are not meaningful to me anymore. As Sashi, my Japanese friend, says everyday is Sunday to her. She's right. You see, that's the pleasure of being free from work, responsibility, stress etc. So, when Ika called and asked whether I was coming back to PJ for the weekend, I said 'No', I'll be back next weekend.' In surprised tone she said, 'You're going to stay in PD for the long weekend? Mom, it's a long weekend - with Maulidur Rasul and Taipusam celebrations.' Whooops, I didn't know that. Forgot that Malaysia is a country of celebrations. Just before this, I sent SMS to Indra to say that she can come and stay with me during weekend because there won't be many people around. My mistake, I didn't know and never bothered to look at public holidays list.
Well, no way I am going to stay during long weekend in PD. It would be sheer madness. The resort would be so crowded, noisy and dirty. There would be car park tussle between security personnel and stubborn guests. The particular renting agent who behave like a thug, will be at his antics again. There would be mountain of rubbish as people litter everywhere. The cleaners have to work non-stop collecting rubbish. MPPD would not be able to collect the mountain of rubbish because the lorry cannot drive in to the dumpsters because cars are parked on the center lane. So flies and stinking smell linger there until MPPD lorry is able to drive through to collect the rubbish.
I didn't waste time and packed my things to bring back to PJ and left early on Saturday morning. By the time I reached the highway, there was a huge traffic jam towards south. Thank God, I was going towards north.
Arriving back in PJ house was a pleasure especially seeing Rania, running to me and called 'Nenek'. Oh, how I miss my gorgeous little grand daughter. Not yet two, she has an amazing amount of vocabulary. So, ' Hai Nenek, how are you? you OK?' and 'I love you Nenek. Please Nenek, nak Can-Can (referring to the song 'can ma li can'). She mixes English and Malay so naturally. Both her parents speak English with her, so I make a point of speaking in Malay with her and she understands me.
Nia is growing well and she looks cuter by the day.