Interlude...

When a throbbing headache gets you and a Bad Day song follows inside, it's a perfect recipe for brewing a migraine...

MyC and Me

With MyC out of school, my life has somewhat returned to a full swing of that not-so-normal-life routine. Some mornings I simply throw myself back in bed, snugly under the covers until my head becomes heavy with over-sleeping. Sometimes it is back to that morning person with hot brewing coffee to start my day with. Always the chirpy me when I have company some more, or it could be those staring into emptiness episodes when no one's around. But life has certainly treated me well. 

 MyC, in one of our many shopping trips together...and she is

one serious buyer...

Almost one whole long year that 2011 was. I have been cooping indoors a lot when the exam year began. MyC refused to go out even on weekends that it grew inside her to this day, to stay at home rather than ushering the new day outside the perimeter of our house. Unless of course, if her peers come a calling or they have places to go.

December saw us leaving the house more often than we could have planned. There were always weddings to attend, movies to watch (though I strongly am against this!) and family gatherings to look forward to and of course, shopping, shopping and more shopping. And I declare myself broke each time I hoard something on the impulse. Getting reimbursement from hubby dearest is quite a task...hehe....claiming half of what you had paid is plain stupid. No wonder my account tak tally langsung...ekekeke!


And then, there is plenty of eating to indulge. Stuffing myself silly until my jeans stays nicely around the waist when other times last year it was always dropping down my hips. Then again, they wouldn't call it drop-hips for nothing, no? But I digress.
Some company I have here with MyC is all about eating at the wrong time. Breakfast becomes brunch and hi-tea treated as dinner. Midnight snacks that has been omitted from my vocabulary a long time ago, now befits our routine. But, every time I gloat about my eating habit and chances of putting on weight, my system just proves otherwise by flushing down everything that I've consumed when some choice of food does not meet its approval And my wasted self lay ruefully till the pink of health comes around.


January has just kicked off for me. I find myself a lot to love about KL. I was there a few weeks ago and was back again last week. Days like these, alone in the house, I long for my family's company again. Only now, it is all convenient because what I have to do is just nudge MyC and off we go to anywhere our hearts desire. Like I said before, if it is family, it is always the best party in the world!


Have a nice weekend, guys!


Lots of love,
Lili...

"The Girl With The Curls"

Dear friends and gentle readers,


What you are about to read here is an email from an old friend, which I received a while ago. The only old friend who came to know about my blog! I thought, some write-ups that as good as this, worth a mention in my blog, and with his permission, I am sharing it with you guys here. I must say, what has been portrayed about me, flattered me in a way. But then again, it is from a point of view of a person whom I thought I would never crossed path again.

In honouring my friend, Z, request, his write-ups will be at it is. No editing and correcting is allowed. And to you, Z...thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 


Friends forever,
Wan

pic: from google

The Girl With The Curls

And her name is Emily. I would have gotten to know about her more, but fate was an envious beast that spared me not the chance. It was later in our twilight years when we crossed path again and renewed our friendship in the most bizarre way. There she was, still a girl so shy, modest and reserved..demure..

Emily as I have known from our past, is a perfect doll. who keeps her emotions to herself. Dwelling partly between the fantasy of her world and the world that you and I exists. Hers is a world of perfection, fills with love, sincerity, romance and beauty. A place where only a few have the privilage of going and she often return as a person who lights up others and brings joy to everyone around her.. resembling one famous icon of yesteryear, she is but like a candle in the wind.

Emily is best portrayed as a girl on a swing, in colourful floral dress, under an oak tree across an open green field of tall grasses and scattered yellow daffodils. Her curls glistening in the sun and swaying gently from the brushes of the afternoon wind. Her mind is always fills with hopes of a better tomorrow and the yearn for the lost yesterdays.

Emily, is gentle and kindhearted creature. Longing for love and desperate for attention from those who loved her. A potrayal so deceiving yet tells so much. Always a little girl that tries so hard to escape the clutches of womanhood and responsibilities. Enduring so much and yet strong enough to abstain the feeling of loneliness that binds her. Friends, they be around, but the loneliness of her heart, one can never fill. And often her moods are depicted by what the day brings. 

 Emily, the girl with the curls, whom I finally come to know, who gives me hope and tenderness, inspirations and guidance from the obscurity of her own prison.

Thank you to my Princess of Dreams and Hopes..

..for I will always cherish those times with you..

andraman19012012

"Sipi-sipi" Entry, No More!

My recent 'sipi-sipi' posting was not intended. On that fine Wednesday, when I was mending my cold in bed, I had this urge to check on my blog-roll and to blog-hop. Then it occurred to me, why not I update mine instead? But ideas were looming somewhere but here, so I resorted to use the pictures I took while on my way home from 'everywhere'..breaking my trip in Ipoh and rushing right after Subuh prayer just to be in time for a friend's farewell do. I did not make it, though. I was damn tired and sleepy from the travelling from weekend to weekend.

The 'sipi-sipi' posting also carries a message... It's a telling that I'm still around, insyaAllah...and Alhamdulillah... and masyAllah, I would have never dreamt whatsoever, of adopting 'invisible' as my middle name. Well, some folks do and find it pretty cool...yeah, pretty pathetic, actually.

Anyway...

The whole house looked drab as I stepped inside. Three consecutive weekends being away from home and a thousand and one things to settle in between the weekdays, had had me neglected this cozy abode. A place I normally find so hard to be apart suddenly come easy as December 'dragged' me everywhere. Suddenly, the need to liberate this ever funny feelings within, and most of all when I just "have had it up to here" *flailing my hands in the air and levelling one upon my nose macam ler korang nampak!* A gesture, meaning, 'I'm suffocating'! That left me with one choice; and travel, was the choice and be part of my big family company wherever they congregated. And it was all in December...


December 2011. December, no matter what year it was, it had to be the same. December, they say, is a depressing month. But I took my misery away from all that December has to be. Again, I hate to elaborate... At last, December brought me closer to me and I made peace with myself.

Home again from all the hectic schedules is a bliss. I can now sit back and relax. The house is cheery macam tuan dia. The kitchen wafts with endless aromas of home-cooked meals, again. And life has never been better.

O oh...but there's something missing...

I miss sending MyC to school!

Finding Words On The First Wednesday 2012...

...is still not easy. But this void must be filled even if it's for a short while. 

 The clouds over Kuala Kangsar at 7.20am

on my home from 'everywhere'...

Hoping for a ray of sunlight as morning breaks...

but low visibility greets us in misty Taiping at 7.30am

And I miss this place. Here.