The "Good for you!" evening..

An evening initiated for dessert was laced with rather deep conversations, catalysed by the dim lighting at a far corner for a table of four..

Prior to that, a statement that probably had more similarities with comments intended for the wildlife was made by the modern civilised lady she ought to be! Or is the lady merely returning to her unruly roots?

And.. the supposedly lyrics from a song.. "if i were to run away.. i know i'd never look back"..

But the ultimate one liner statement of the night had to be none other than "Good for you!"..

Not quite 21 on the 21st!

My mummy turns XX years today.. (never ask a woman her age, nor her weight!) Happy birthday mama! Or um.. in the ways of the English.. "Happy Birthday Mother dear!".. Wishing you a lovely day and a wonderful year ahead..

She's currently in Dubai.. tad bit far away from us.. but well.. she's with Papsters, K ya ngoks an panda.. or is it in Bahrain with Irman and Mak Elaine and family? either way.. hopefully it'll be a good one!

And as for Papa leaving your birthday card behind.. you've got to give him the credit for getting it a week in advance.. and I didnt even have to remind him this time around!

Again, Happy Birthday Ma! lots of love from all of us at home..

From L to P in 2 1/2 times..

I ought to know.. I have done it one too many times..

Thinkers and Dreamers..

My father once said that there are only two types of people that exist in this world - Thinkers ands Dreamers.. I do think.. doubt that makes me a thinker though.. and of course I have dreams too.. but that does not reduce me to solely a dreamer.. Perhaps I am in between.. where I seem to always have been..

MOO.....

My dear brother, Muzzamir has a knack for coming up with the most random and often, craziest of comments.. Tonight's was..

" I wonder who decided to go to a female cow and said I'll drink whatever that comes out of this"

Laughter in Numbers..

Three two and one,
Formed a table of six,
Amidst a dozen dishes,
And the melody of voices..

The occasional laughs we shared,
Were echoed once more,
In sequence they were,
One after another..

"Short cut answers short cut marks",
"Checke,checke,checke" the DJ goes,
And this is only the minumum,
Of Banoism at its maximum..

Colonial Times
Indian Oasis
Amir Anis Dr Bano Farqhan Imran Nadia

A modern fairy tale..

I am neither a princess, nor a cinderella.. only a pumpkin..

A promise embedded in carbon..

This afternoon, a hand shake with a lady that I am rather fond of, symbolised a promise that I would keep, and deliver.. Though it is meant for the future, I fear I might face certain challenges in delivering this promise..

However, a lady of the similar profession "read" me once, and suggested that I am one of principle.. and indeed, I may be.. or rather, I try to be.. And in regards to promises, I do not believe in making them, unless they are meant to be kept and delivered.. Hence by principle, I will try my very best to deliver this little promise..

One fine day.. the dull carbon grains of today will be converted to one that sparkles..

PENGO

Pengo is my nickname at home.. Often mistaken for similarities with penguin.. Nope.. Pengo is actually short for Pendek Gemok.. so it becomes PENGO.. (Pendek is a malay word for short, and similarly, Gemok translates to fat).. Yes, I am indeed both vertically and horizontally challenged..

So the tale of pengo continues.. and today's episode was witnessed by mom and the actors were Miss Pengo herself and one of the creators of the nickname, Mr Muzzamir Mydin/Mir..

Mir: Do you wanna join my karate class? Teaches you how to breathe properly.. And you can slim down!
Pengo: ........................
Mum: Hahaha..

Honestly, when have I ever been slim? I have been round for as long as I remember.. Perhaps I am rounder now.. or a lot rounder.. Still, I was never UNround! I was a small-ish baby though.. weight on my birth cert says 2.67 kg.. But Mr C once aptly described a baby's physique as "belly on legs".. so I have always been round!

PENGO is ROUND.. Round translates to bulat.. and my sister lina/kak dik calls me bulat too..

Driving down memory lane

Earlier this evening, i dropped mum off at the mosque.. instead of heading home immediately, i took a right turn and drove around the familiar neighbourhood of kawasan melayu pj, where my maternal grandparents still reside.. a place that holds most of my childhood memories.. as i was driving down the road, a rush of nostalgia hit me.. the roads were so familiar.. yet, different.. the roads that i used to cruise on 2 wheels, i now cruise on 4.. instead of the little machine i had, i was maneuvering a bigger complicated one.. yet the roads felt just as familiar..

i still remember the evenings i spent cycling.. be it on my own, or with my childhood friends.. or the then boy that i had a crush one.. or perhaps there were 2 boys? oh i cant quite remember! no, i think i cycled with one, whereas the other, i cycled pass his house tad bit too frequently, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.. (doubt i ever did!).. i remember sneaking out, making excuses so that i could go cycling.. there was just something about cycling then.. it was almost an obsession.. a daily habit.. the way the air feels when i paddle my lil feet.. i felt like a proud lil child, in control of a machine.. and i felt free.. like a bird..

instead of taking the usual route home, i took a different route.. and passed our old house.. and i remember walking down the street with my sisters, and getting chased by the neighbour's dogs.. and passed the lane that we used dominate, with our roller blades.. where the tar road once skinned my knees.. and my sisters rushing to sneak me into the house, hoping mum would miss us, for fear the sight of red would anger her.. well we did roller blade at 10 pm that evening.. and if my memory doesnt fail me, it was a week night.. and we were supposed to be in bed, not roller blading! but.. boy, roller blades were defo the in thing then!

i then weaved my way out of the familiarities, and came home, to our fairly new home.. and went online.. and chatted away with a fairly new acquired friend.. and went to proceed to have supper with newly acquired friends too..

thens and nows.. and eventually, the nows will become thens..