The Ninja Family

Odd isn't it?
There is a girl who does not know the whole of Malaysia yet and she has to be a tour guide to a group of cousins fully clothed head to toe in black thick garment..through the streets of malaysia which is not a small feat for a girl of my age. Three small girls, a baby boy and two teenage girls were placed in my care as we waddled through the busy throngs of Jalan Petaling...a place with the CHEAPEST bargains you can find in the whole of malaysia..but there is a catch it is crowded at all hours except in the mornings, pickpocketing at every corner and they steal children ....anyhow.. these arabs do not and i mean DO NOT wake up early in the morning therefore we had to shop in the busiest hour at night. I used to like petaling street at night...because you can view the moon through the cracks in the plastic above our heads...beautiful moon in the dark towering over this busy street with perverts saying "where are you going slow down a bit lar" stupid fellows...four children with two english speaking petite teenagers in Jalan Petaling was not going to be a smooth ridefor me...at every shop we stopped at on that saturday night they raised the prices to the ceiling and then when i started to talk malay they lowered the prices down.....the whole street is full of cheaters...then i was wondering is the world full of cheaters or are they just very good actors...the whole family kept things hidden from one another...there are seven children in the family...i had to keep a yoyo hidden from the father...three music cd's from all the three little girls and two lollipops from the baby boy....then i realised something...a family shouldn't be like Petaling Street....it should be like the malls...air-conditioned...the prices the same and no hidden skeletons in the closet..and most importantly no crowds a place you can go to and feel free from burden a haven ,a safety net...i made up my mind either i am not ever going to marry an arab man or i am not going to have more than four children...