Kuching in a daze

The gossamer curtain billows suggestively under the spell of an afternoon breeze. Its undulating waves match the slow-paced existence of this peaceful household. Outside, on a neighbour's spacious backyard, countless lalangs with their white flowers sprouting out rustle in the wind. Despite the negative press that lalang often gets, this 'sea of white' appeals to my aesthetic. Save for the sound of television, there is nary a voice rising above others, nor will there be a need to. In this quiet, idyllic setting, my frayed mind is instantly cajoled to join the rest in collective harmony.

For a short while, there won't be any worry about the perpetually broken down elevator, the drunken African expat, the crazy motorists on the roads or the ruthless taxi drivers.

Everything appears to move slower in this lovely, quaint place. Truly a holistic approach to life that many a weary urbanite, like myself, have sought after. Thus, heed my advice: to recharge your battery, find a temporary pastoral residence, complete with the night orchestra of crickets, birds and frogs, the fresh village air to salve the troubled soul, and a group of non-combative, relaxed individuals to restore your faith in people.

This leafy Kampung (Village), by the fringes of Sarawak river, has the inexplicable magic touch that always have me hankering for more. Welcome home Tita. Glad you're back.

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And now, on a sappy front :

I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide

Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

Don’t you worry
Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride
The world is changing
Right before your eyes
Now I’ve found you
There’s no more emptiness inside
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

I would die for you
Climb the highest mountain
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do

I was standing
All alone against the worlk outside
You were searching
For a place to hide
Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry...love will keep us alive

(From Eagles album's Hell Freezes Over)

Happy Anniversary my dear husband. We were married on the 14th of Syawal 1425 and as wont, will celebrate the day as mutually agreed.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, guidance, hope, perseverance and most importantly, unconditional love. While I concede to moments of relapse, at times wallow in my own weaknesses or succumb to imagined shortcomings, I am most blessed having you in my life. May Allah strengthen our marital bond and bestow us with His bountiful barakah, insyaAllah.

During the 'Makan Temuan' ritual for Kuching wedding ceremony