Not Quite The Lost Horizon
The Mongol Horde and I are going to do the craziest thing tomorrow. It's a Saturday and we are all going to leave right after Fajr to have breakfast at the local branch of The Lost Horizon. (James Hilton must be turning over in his grave at this.. XD)
Apparently their breakfast buffet is something to write home about. I have tried their dinner/hi-tea buffets countless of times but haven't tried their breakfast buffet yet. I have read online reviews of the breakfast buffet there and frankly speaking I don't see how much better it can be compared to the dinner/lunch buffet. Then again, we ARE talking breakfast food here. Oysters on the half shell aren't going to be served... are they?
The sales manager who talked my ear off insisting that I renew my membership again this year mentioned that I totally should try the breakfast buffet. Since they were generous enough to give me birthday rebate vouchers, we are all trooping there and hope to join the waffle/pancake/eggs a'la minute queue with other bleary-eyed diners by 7am.
Sharp(ish).
Or so she sez :P
Once More.. With Feeling :P
There's no rule anywhere that says I can't just pick up where I left off when it comes to spewing my drivel online, is there?
So here we are... back again. Softly glowing monitor screen (this retina display one so rocks my socks! Rather jakun-ified by its clarity after 7 years with the Fujitsaurus :P) and fingers feverishly dancing across the keyboard, taking on a life of their own.
This nomad's been gone a while, gone through a bit of a... seachange in the interim 2 years since I stopped depositing my mental drippings here.
I had to learn to be the 'new' me, needed time on my own to digest, register, reflect on and adapt to the "paradigm shifts" that I took upon myself to adopt.
There are lots that have changed but I am still the same person... inside. I'm not sure if it's plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose anymore... because some things will NEVER be the same again, at least I hope they will never be the same again...
On balance, I'd say I am in a happier place now... and for that, I am extremely grateful.
It's late and the teddybear I am sleeping with is stirring in his sleep. Time to catch some ZzzZzzz-s myself.
!تصبح على خير
pic from weheartit.com
I Take It Back
... I take it all back.
Cyril Takayama, you may have a pencil 'tache that gives me the willies but you are gooooooood.
Either that or you have made a pact with the devil.
You got me gaping at the TV this evening with your sleight of hand/pact-with-the-devil-enabled magic tricks. My eldest was equally entranced and kept asking, "Is that CGI?"
*LOL*
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You Know We'd Do It All Over Again...
Even when they test your patience with their shenanigans...
.. and there may be times when you have seriously considered this...
You know we'd do it all over again -- the discomfort of pregnancy, the inexpressible pain of labour, the blood, sweat and tears. To go through the hair-tearing experience of raising them into responsible human beings of principle and honour who will one day make a positive difference in this world by leaving a mark in his/her own inimitable way ...Yes, you Mums know of what I speak.. ;) This post is dedicated to all you selfless, tireless women out there who have known the joy of letting these little people take over our lives...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY! :)
Pass the Ambien
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The insomnia fairy has been a frequent visitor of late.
Prolly just too many cogs and wheels whirring non-stop in this cranium of mine. That... and the lack of the usual... complements... conducive for restful sleep, I suppose.
These past few days I suddenly feel the need to... take a step back from several things that I feel shouldn't have taken on such a level of importance in my daily schedule. Primarily, my attachment to the mothership that is Twitter. It was the same when I first got onto Facebook. Oh.. the livestock and confectionery I used to throw! The excitement each time I unlocked a level and I could throw a cheesecake instead of a measly Oreo cookie! *groans* (You know what I mean you SuperPokers out there! :P) Facebook day in, day out... hours on end. The world did not exist outside of Planet Zuckerberg :P
Glad to report that I got over the FB 'addiction' and no longer feel antsy if I don't log on. Sometimes I go for days without logging on *gasp!* and I am perfectly fine. No withdrawal symptoms, no driving need to check if anyone's sent me a bleemin' Farmville gift or if anyone's tagged me in a photo (quelle horreur! :P)
However... Twitter had to come along and the pressing need to share my inane drivel in 140-characters or less began to take over me. I became obsessed with the number of people who followed me. There was a time when I'd cry into my coffee each time someone unfollowed me. I'd go through introspective soliloquies questioning the validity of my existence just because someone I followed didn't deign to follow back. *falls off chair laughing*
It's gotten better now but Twitter is where I get all my news these days. It's what I turn to whenever I get any free time. I can't see anything weird/wonderful/inane/disgusting/shocking/idiotic during my daily activities without thinking, "Dang I need to twipic that!" I can't eat anything without whipping out the phonecam and taking a pic first.
In short, it's getting rather ridiculous.
So... I think perhaps it's best that I return to my long-winded self. Give micro-blogging a bit of a rest. After all, those days when I used to blog (Oh God I hate that b-word :P), I only came back to check for comments 10 times a day... which is way below the 20-30 times I refresh my bleemin' Twitter timeline. :P
So yeah... let the drivel flow. Free myself from the shackles of the '140'!
Let's just hope I don't put up 10 short posts a day up here :P
Hypnos Hiatus
Hypnos seems to be on hiatus for me tonight and Morpheus is missing too.
And you know how insomnia can drive you to do the stupidest things. Like trawl Faceboook for your ex's photos ... and hoping he's turned into Jabba the Hutt with a hairy mole that just won't quit. Instead you find yourself slightly peeved by pics of him looking fit and trim skiing in Whistler or relaxed and carefree wending his way through Andalucia, a place that you both had always wanted to visit together before Paradise was Lost :P
Facebook is truly the fount of all evil.
There is wisdom in letting sleeping dogs lie.... but them danged canines sometimes just. can't. stay. down.
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Profundity
"Not the boy-scout bonhomerie of the liberal Ikhwan, or the nervousguilt of the Tabligh, but authentic, unpolluted Islam, as shaped and
lived for countless generations by joyfully untroubled lovers of
Allah." The above is a passage from an article I
stumbled upon doing a search on Louis Farouk furniture (of all
things!) For a deeply personal reason it touches a chord within me. How very true.
Psycho Fun Tarts
Lord grant me the patience to be in the same sphere as fawningsycophants who make me gag. X-/
