If you’re talking to me, chances are …. probably not. My first question usually is … “Was I there?”, followed by “Was I sober?”. While some people have a memory like an elephant, I have a memory like a sieve. What can I say, I live in the moment … or in a blur, as the case may be.
Think something might have gotten a little lost in translation there. “Return to Village” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as “Balik Kampung” does it? But safe and sound to the village I have returned (like literally, because we do live in an actual village), for the Raya (Eid) holidays. YAY!
And teenager makes 3. Apparently storks now deliver kids of all ages to your doorstep, because with the recent arrival of our eldest son in Dubai, I have officially become a full-time expat Mum!
Lucky. Blessed. Grateful – those are the words that first come to mind when I think of our new flat.
Hot. Dark. Hungry – those are the next, because in order to afford it, we sparingly turn on the air-conditioner. we live by the light of the Telly. and food has become a luxury.
And just like that, with 3 taps of my ruby stilettos, we’re mid-way through the year! Is it age that seems to make time fly even faster? OK, don’t answer that.