Simply Me

i feel a bit left out because the hubby and the little one has a special day. every friday after school they go and share a meal in mcdonald. ysabelle  got so used to it and proved to be the highlight of her week…mcdonald day! i never remember a day izza and i went out without the hubby. i want to share a special day with her as well. a day where she will look forward to in a week. we picked saturday, a girl’s day out. we’ve been doing it for sometime now.

on a day like these, harbour is the place to be…..

we spotted a shade and took a break…..

thanks to a nice lady who offered to take our picture..

posing in front of an antique shop……….

this time a gentleman sitting on the other bench offered a hand…….

lunch at “real china”, ysa’s favorite. i wanted to try italian gossip but was overruled…ha!ha!ha!this time the hubby joined us as he felt left out.

on the way home… the park at the back of our flat………

daddy’s two lovely girlfriends….ha!ha!ha!……..

we did a bit of shopping on the side.the red one izza picked for me and the other i chose for her. my little girl has better taste than i do…ha!ha!ha!

i haven’t ask her yet if she’s looking forward to our girl’s day out but hey, i know i do. next saturday, weather permits, we will go on a boat/ferry trip. i do get motion sickness but she’s quite keen on it. so, boat trip here we come…….

i was just about to turn a corner on my way home when a thought came to me. it was about finding your way. it wasn’t the longest of walk. the weather is what englang is well known for…cold, dark and damp. i better organize my thoughts before i lost the plot. it does happen to me a lot, you know, a thought or idea strikes me and i got sidetracked by something else…pop! gone in thin air. all i  came up with was a personalized quote.

not much but that will do for a 5 minutes walk.

i called ysabelle to ask her opinion. she read it and said….”it means, when your mum is on the other side and you are trying to find her and go the wrong way then you will be crying the whole day….”

she has a point, you know!

this has been sitting at the back burner for quite sometime now as i cannot moved on further than the first line. it was inspired by an anesthetist, a zimbabwean, who, after coming back from his native land has told us the realities of war that savaged his beloved land.it is only now  that i find a spark of inspiration to see it to the end.

we don’t have to be in the actual battleground to know the pain.listening to him reliving what he saw and feeling powerless to do something about it makes me feel incapacitated by profound feeling of sadness. we don’t have to be in ground zero to feel the devastation, lost and loneliness. war, in whatever shape and form, always creates a big gaping hole in humanity.

i saw an angel cry
amidst a multitude savaged by war
dreams daily lost, hopes forever gone
darkness prevail, lights never come

where fields were erst a golden feast
now turned to place where battle rage
what was once green now blood spills
the cries of innocents gnaws in pain

once where children roams the earth
they filled the air with robust zest
not today, i’m afraid to state
most of them lies in eternal rest

while nights were filled with lullabies
morning brings a lovely time
now all you see are ghostly towns
gnashing teeth and tortured cries

golden sun has lost its rays
majestic moon calls out in vain
when is this madness gonna end
until then….. i’ll weep with him

by eng

after an emotional turmoil the other night, today, i want to lighten up my mood. so against my traditional weekday menu, i decided to cook curry for lunch. i read this recipe on the net few months ago. the hubby and the little one seems to be taking a taste to indian curry. i had indian chicken curry before and believed me, it was a gatronomic experience. mine doesn’t come close to an authentic one, but i am happy with it. what better way to improve the flavor than to cook it once a week,. i usually prepare it weekend (saturday)and hence named the day, curry day…..

as i always says…strikes when the iron is hot. i am in one of my occasional cooking mood.strange, as i am in that mood all week. it doesn’t happened very often, so, i need to give in to the call of the kitchen.its monday afternoon, ysabelle was out with few friends whose daughters of 9 and 5 years olds just came from the philippines. its bank holiday and i am free. i promised the hubby to cook his favorite, palabok, my tour de force…ha!ha!ha! and a leche flan, which still needs working on to get the desirable outcome, a two thumbs up from the hubby.

to friends, whom i haven’t met yet personally, one day i shall prepare these for you. having said that, know that i ache for you company more than i long to serve all these to you….someday my friends, someday……