i dream of english.

I love my new workplace. My desk is facing a huge window and the view out here is super nice on rainy days. The raindrops on the screen looks like tiny little diamonds. A few friends had popped around once in a while to do lunch. I had it with MN, Matt and Adi yesterday. Not much of good food places but i'm adjusting to it.

And today, i can see white fluffy clouds outside the window waving at me. Sun rays play peek-a-boo, sometimes she tried to touch the tip of my finger when i hand out my palm. Cute thing.

The first half of the week was filled with good stuff. Momma Bear sent me a few really inspiring emails and her chirpy 'hello, how are you?' really made my day. I think she's one really cool future mom-in-law. *chuckled* We talked a lot about scrapbooking and its good to see her being passionate with her handmade cards. His dad is a pretty amazing soul himself. We had dinners and he'll talk about art and ballroom dancing. When he said 'i'll look around for the Beatles' (vintage) album for you' my heart just flutters. We went handcycling a few weeks ago and he let me tried archery too. Something i really miss doing.

I have been out and about the neighbourhood with MN to do our little house-hunting. We weighed the pros and cons 'is this area safe for us to live?' 'there's a school nearby where our kids can go' and things like that. We found a house we really like in the neighbourhood we love. The house is really airy with big rooms, huge spaces for storage, and i totally love the nostalgic feeling attached to it. There's a room- i think used to be occupied by the owner's little kid, which have a cute vintage lamp with cartoons from the 70s.

Still on a renovation, we cant deny that the house is an absolute stunner; so well loved and cared for. It is exactly like what we want: a house full of love. But the price cost us a major bomb. After much consultation with my family and a few of our friends, we decided to let the dream house go. Sadly.

Call me spoilt, but i'm so used to live in a big house with big rooms and big kitchen and big hall. Oh, and a big yard. Our old family house in Muar was designed by my late dad (including some furnitures) and relatives all over will come down from KL and JB to chill on our greeny yard. I remembered ours was the only house surrounded with palm trees. The place could fit at least ten cars easily (well, our current house can still fit in the same number but ten viva's lah :P ) as my parents hated the idea of people parking along the road.

MN and i shared the same taste: we love vintage. We love anything nostalgic and retro. We cared more for the feeling. What we had as a child- how we grew up, how our parents taught us, the kinda house we were brought up in; we want to imply it to our life, and insya Allah, our kids. Its so much fun to know our family are alike in a way. We were taught to appreciate the simplest of things, to love music and art and to always be grateful with whatever we have.

Oh, i'm so dreamy right now. I can already imagine how our house would be like. LOL. I love the simple English look with soft pastel colors but MN totally beat me up when it comes to decorating the house as i think he has better taste than mine. I can sense that we have to tolerate a lot after we get married. LOL. I'll have the wall in light blue and white-english-style wood cupboards and MN can keep his plasma TV and couch. LOL.


Cut out of Ikea's catalogue :P

Check out the doors' finishing and the thick oak cupboard!

Maybe we can settle for this look to keep MN happy :P

If we have a daughter, we're so gonna have this in her room!

Lovely!

Imagine there's a beach outside!

My dream TV cabinet at Ikea. Check out the price....phew!

I so love the blue shade of the wall. And the cute hanging lamp. Mmm.

Eeee....cantik sangat! Suka lah! Most of the pictures here are found at my fav site :)))



And i found this tres cool vintage lunchbox somewhere on the net while interior-surfing.

before the next entry comes.

How long have i not been writing in, again?

Well, life is just too wonderful right now that i spent most of my time savouring it. I dont wanna let any moment slip away not even for a nano second.

My surprise holiday in Penang was absolutely great. MN had been so sweet to plan it purposely to celebrate my new job. The beach, the night flea market, watching sunset at the Tiki Bar, oh just about everything is so nice. I want to write a lot about this place but maybe later.

I've been hopping around from place to place to hunt for food too. I enjoyed beaches a lot nowadays. Thanks to Salmi and Muzzo for inviting me to Bagan Lalang. They had a nice seafood there but i still think Kuala Selangor tops it. The beach is decent, pretty laid back for a quiet stroll. Definitely worth an hour's drive.

*pause*

You see, i have a lot to write about. Places, people i meet, occasions, events, food, clothes or just...ya know...merely crappy rants...but..

...i just sort of lost the urge to write. Writer's block, perhaps?

It is widely thought that writer's block is part of a natural ebb and flow in the creative process, so the Wiki said, and that it could be a chronic problem. But then again, i'm just writing a blog.

A blog that doesnt mean a thing, only exists to update friends on whats going on in my atmosphere. And yea, updates nowadays could cost me a lot of things, i so happen to notice! The next thing i know, people would come to me and say 'so is she and she and she, your best friend now?' Its a weird feeling, when people assumed things outta my blog. Dang, i shouldnt have namedropping from the beginning! Tsk tsk, shame on me.

I told myself that 'Ah, perhaps its because you're no longer sad (that you dont need to pour your sadness on your blog) and that you are no longer single (places to go, parents to visit, movies to watch, friends to meet, work to do etc).' But a blog i stumbled upon on the web made me think otherwise. A mother of two from the state, still blogs whilst taking care of her babies and husband and housechores and boutique and two cute cats. Now i cant see the reason why i couldnt blog.

Perhaps, all of i've been doing (and maybe the rest of you too) was just making excuses to myself :)








this photo of tugu drum circle is a credit of han ghazi

I have quite a handful of things to do before Ramadhan comes (another excuse?) so i better get it all done first before writing my next entry!

you are my wonderwall.

What wonderwall means:

Some one who you find yourself thinking about all the time, the person who you are compleatly infatuated with. the one that you look for on your buddylist everytime you sign online. the one who has a heart next to their name in your phone book. the person that you find yourself completely head over heals for.

or

Something or someone that is always interesting. For instance, when you lay in bed at night, you can stare at your wall and begin to notice all the little details that you wouldnt have notice otherwise. A wonderwall reflects your greatest thoughts and emotions.

or

..is basically someone you can lean on no matter what happens and they will always be there for you. It could be a friend, family, or a lover. it is someone who cares about you so much and thinks about you all the time.

Someone that saves you from yourself. Like your superhero or savior. When you feel like you're just stuck in a hole, it's your wonderwall that saves you.

But in the simplest word:

The one you want to spend the rest of your life with, your only reason for life.

:)