"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child;
once a week, every week."


The best accessory to your hand
is somebody else's hand.

'twas on our way to the airport sending him off for his 1st assignment of the year...
It never gets any easier particularly after a so-called longgg break.
He said he's been home for a month,
I said, "Husband org lain ada kat rumah sepanjang tahun..." :P
Hoho. I know I'm bad for saying that. Neither it's easy on his part nor he likes missing out on things... and going to a remote foreign place with scarcity of halal food and limited internet connectivity... I don't want to get started on that.

So I guess this is it, for now.

"A photograph of what I'm grateful for/my child - 

once a week, every week."

Our current favourite pastime - giant bubble.
Learnt mixing the bubble solution, DIY, big saver. 

Tips for you out there - JOY dishwasher is now sold locally.

So blessed our place is surrounded by bunch of beautiful gardens
we could go anytime we want sans the weekend crowd.
Even so, we personally know secluded areas
just for a brief evening walk and talk.

It feels like heaven... sometimes.
Except knowing heaven is above and beyond.

A friend recently asked me "How do you think heaven looks like?"

"Each and every leave is in rainbow spectrum of colours," I said.

I think. Can't imagine it, honestly.

I hope we would all gather there someday.

And witness whether it is true... :)

I remember feeling depressed as a kid for a few days after listening to a folk story of 'Merak
& Gagak'. I was probably 5 then. It was about how Merak (peacock) was painted beautifully by Gagak (crow) and how Merak poured black colour onto Gagak as to return the favour.

I remember asking, "Why black?".

Even if she's helplessly un-artistic, she could at least simply pour other monotonous paint -
say blue, or red, or yellow - crow could have appeared not as attractive as her (if that was truly her intention), but at least... not colourless. (I didn't say all these words at 5, obviously...
but it was what went through my mind.)

My teacher tried to justify the fact all colours finished during the process of colouring Merak,

I said she should do polka dots, or stripes. Or they should make it half colourful and half black - for both. Merak hitam kat bawah, Gagak hitam kat atas, something like that.

But I was told Merak ran out of time and talent and passion and good conscience.

And it depressed a 5-year-old.

And I believe I was not alone.

I still do - believe - the story does depressed other 5-year-olds.

Credit
But this is a magical work of art and Gagak didn't get much credit for it.