Happy Birthday Abang Eddie!

Where does the 29th of Feb fall then when it is not a leap year? Aging every four years sounds rather ideal, though detrimental to the botox and cosmetic surgery industry.. But acknowledging and celebrating the birth and existence of one only once every four years is a crime!

Happy Birthday Abang Eddie! The fact that your birthday only comes up once every four years only makes you extra special!and even if it isnt a leap year, I still remember..

It is somewhat difficult to describe the man(and woman) above.. Not quite my uncle and aunty.. coz it doesnt really go with the term abang and kakak! Nor are they my brother and sister either.. They are a couple(albeit in their own individual right) who were significant in my childhood and whom I think of fondly now.

They were the only ones who could pacify me in my tantrum days. Even my parents couldnt. That suggests they were quite powerful and to be feared! And from them, I learnt and experienced a lot. Kakak Agnes contributed to turning me into a literate. I clearly remember acing 'bicycle' in one of em spelling tests. Abang Eddie read us bed time stories.. From silly ones such as the Mazda 323 that could fly from tree to tree to bone chilling ones whereby the ones who sleeps in the middle is the ghost's favourite!

I am more well behaved than my tantrum days(or so I'd like to think), can spell words bigger than 'bicycle' and am not easily fooled. Yet, those moments are precious to me and will forever be etched in heart.

Happy Birthday Abang Eddie and I wish you a wonderful year(or is it 3 years??) ahead!

p/s: doesnt Kakak Agnes look gorgeous??
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Grey

When you didnt know,
'twas grey

Little did I know,
why it was so

Now I dont know,
when tis no longer grey

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L-O-V-E-D

Not quite derived from Frank Sinatra.. but rather, from my lil 2 year old cousin.. and coincidentally, from Valentine's Day 2009..

I spent Valentine's Day in the most unexpected of ways. No candle lit dinner, in fact I didnt have an ounce of food for more than 36 hours.. Not that it was my expectation for the day either.. The only thing I wanted to do was to get an outrageously rude card, but never got around to it.

I was unconscious for part of it, semi unconscious for the other.. yet I was surrounded by those that hold me dearest to them. I could vaguely make out the smiles and grins in my drugged state of mind. The voices were soothing though I could barely respond and was sick after. And I was quite aware of the flower, mags, autographed poster, biccies, and a day later: the cold starbucks hot choc. Those who were far away, I knew I was in their hearts too..

One would be surprised the lengths that others would go for another. From foot steps to miles. Or even in their stationary positions.

Prior to this, a year prior to the experience above, I received one of those forwarded text messages from Jib, my hairstylist.. There I was sat in the library, pondering on the big fuss of V day and love.. and brilliantly(or not), I came up with the following:

'Love is created and merely exists in the imagination; but manifests itself in reality.'

14th February 2008

I doubt I am wiser now than a year before. If there is one thing that I do not know/venture/dont want to is in that particular L field. But 8 years down the road, prior to the above date, another form of love was expressed to me, one that linked a genuine friendship. So perhaps, love manifests itself in different forms?

Even if it was or is in my imagination, it exists/existed and manifests/manifested coz i feel/felt it.. And just as how I had replied to Zahra, I love each and everyone of you too..

for 14th February 2009

I love you kak nadiaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Telephone conversation:

Kak ya: Zahra, who's your best friend? (Background voice)
Zahra : My best friend is.. ka ya.. (pause)
I LOVE YOU KAK NADIAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me : burst out in laughter.. I love you too Zahra!!!

Those words couldnt have been uttered more timely, it was said to me on the 14th of February 2009..

I may not be her best friend.. but.. she loves me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

zahra sybilla

30/1/2008 to 31st January 2009

On a page in a book meant for (relevant pertinent) details, the following was scribbled:

Hi Nadia!

1. You probably can guess.
2. Who wrote this.
3. Then call.
4. Want to find out how long it takes you to tell me this.

Yours.

30/1/2008

It took me 366 days. I found the note on the 31st of January 2009.

Red velvet

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"Who needs men. We only need cake!"

Deadly serious. If you sink your teeth and let the taste of farah's scrumptious home made red velvet cake, sandwiched with cream cheese and pecan nuts, topped with more icing, and let the taste linger on your tongue while it slides down your throat..

The two girls with me couldnt agree more..

Cake, good sinful scrumptious cake and girl friends..

gilfwen mek