Syawal (Muslim Calendar) 1428 passed its half-way mark last Saturday and we commemorated it with a small open-house gathering with family members, relatives and close friends.
Thank you all who were able to make it, despite the heavy rain as well as the bumper-to-bumper traffic jam, which was attributed to some major construction work on MRR (Middle Ring Road).
Funnily enough, every time we invite people over for a Do, rainfall would always accompany the hullabaloo. And it's always the cats-and-dogs variety. There was not a hint of rain when the Do started at 6 pm - in fact, it was scorching hot! Yet, by 7 pm, the downfall caused the late arrivals of many invitees, not to mention a few who got lost, no thanks to my wrong texted direction. :) Trust me to mix up my RIGHT from my LEFT. Hehe.
Food was a mixture of cooked and catered. Hubby was in charge of cooking his specialty Laksa Sarawak and Apple Crumble, served with ice-cream, which were a hit with the folks. Apart from the drinks, other food like beehoon goreng, roti jala & kari and karipap were bought from our all-time favourite caterer, Mak Bedah at her food stall near Ampang Specialist Hospital.
Looking forward to more Raya Makan-makan this coming weekend if there is any left ;-)
Until I'm out of my writer's block, please do feast your eyes on these photos. Those not into photos can skip this entry. Have a good day everyone.
Tiptoe, tiptoe,
It's a familiar refrain,
Tiptoe, tiptoe,
There she goes again.
My Little Ballerina,
On the tip of her toes,
Skeedadle, trot or walk,
In pants or lovely smock.
Tippytoe everywhere she fancies,
To the delight of aunts & aunties,
Some quipped about high-heeled shoes,
While others suggest indoor shoes.
Distribute the weight of her foot,
Back again to her underused heel,
I refuse to do so even if I could,
I don't understand what's the big deal.
I myself a tiptoeing baby,
Together with my dear twin sister,
Pirouetting away was so easy,
Doesn't mean we're out of kilter.
Wet blankets and pesky ninnies,
Think that they know way better,
Never give their thoughts a penny,
It's not to them you have to answer.
Tiptoe, tiptoe,
My beautiful daughter
Tiptoe, tiptoe
Enjoy your Pas Seul years
Sleeping on the day bed with the lulling sound of the waves lapping underneath me is my idea of a relaxing holiday. The wooden balcony opens to shallow seawaters in late afternoon with mangrove trees swaying gracefully as if transfixed by the spell of the gentle breeze. I was similarly mesmerized by the calming, almost tranquilizing effect the sea has over me. 
At the water’s edge, small rocks demarcate the line where the land begins and the sea flourishes. They also act as a series of buttresses against further land erosion caused by the salt water. Crickets chirping in a staccato-like manner seem oblivious of the chaotic world around them. Oh, how I wish at times life would be that simple and that I’d be as impervious to the pains and heartaches that have been inflicted on me and my loved ones.
It matters not that my head is wooly, my nose stuffy, my eyes watery and my throat scratchy, as I curl under the covers in this peaceful oasis. What important is being here to clear my thoughts, recharge my battery, and soak in the coastal scenery. After all, the very essence of vacation is to get away from it all?
