Ooh, turtle-ish me!

I woke up late today; amazingly squeezed all my daily routine into 15-minutes, which I leisurely do in 30 to 45 minutes when I am not rushing.  Ooh!  Except that I have to bring along my socks and shoes instead of wearing them before I drove out of the house.

This made me thinking that, instead of forcing myself to wake up at 7 every morning; I should just sleep until 7.30!  Based on today’s situation, obviously I still manage to come to work on time, err… actually, 360 seconds earlier than the schedule!

But then again…

I would not have time to talk to the boys prior leaving them at home.

I would not be able to check my watermelon, chillies and pumpkin.

I might miss the Uncle Newspaper’s delivery at our office (although I still can block and “harass” him when I bump into him at the gate, evil!).

I cannot drive at a turtle’s speed of 60 to 70 kilometres per hour.

Ooh!  I just hate getting up early as much as dashing off to work!

Was is yellow or red?

Morning all!

Remember when I said I transferred some plants from the pots to the ground? I thought the watermelons (2 of them) would suffer because I unintentionally removed most soil from their roots. I thought perhaps that they could not adjust to the new soil. But this morning, I saw the stems are firmly standing there. So proud of them! Ooh! I cannot actually recall whether it is a yellow or a red melon, because I threw the skin and seeds as an organic fertilizer. I do not expect them to grow.

(Will post a photo later!)

Edited:  Photo added.  (:

Sunday, I like you!

One of my Sunday’s pleasures is rummaging the old books at the second-hand bookseller.  The first pick was Bound Feet & Western Dress by Natasha Pang-Mei Chan.  On the second visit, I bought Wild Swan (Jung Chang).

(I shall write reviews that are more detailed on the books when… when it is possible erm, when I want to!)

I love the atmosphere at the open-air street market.  The air.  The vibe.  The uncle who blares his amplifier – I have yet to check out his collection of piring hitam (LP).  The auntie who asked if I want to buy her flowers.  The shoppers haggling for a lower price.  The durian seller with his display of artsy durian-chopping skill.  I prefer to observe these while slowly making my way to the favorite bookstall.

Normally I don’t stay at the stall for too long, perhaps just a good 10, 20 minutes to pick a book before I head out to the wet market to get my breakfast and Sunday’s copy of papers.

Bound Feet & Western Dress is a little bit old by my standard.  The book was cockroach-infested; judging by the holes and the stains in some pages.  Nevertheless, I am always fascinated by the old Chinese bound-feet culture so I got it for one weekend reading bliss.

As for Wild Swan, I borrowed it from a library before.  However, I still want to read it for a second time (I read some books for a second, or third, or numerous times).  A valid reason to purchase it, eh?  This one is still in a good condition – not smelly, just a little dusty (I guess due to the storage), although the edge of the cover is torn.

Have you read any books recently?

Shorty's Mama

My neighbor's son was playing with Shorty this morning.  He is just one head taller than Shorty.  Both look adorable:  the boy with his kindy uniform and large school bag; and Shorty with his usual sunny self.  I was watching them from the living room while having my morning coffee.

Just as I went out of the house, the boy told their maid:  "Mama dia sudah keluar" and stood at their gate watching me.  Hah!  You'd hit the jackpot, young man.  I am the mama.  (:  And the next door neighbor use Shorty to pacify his daughter whom was crying as he was about to leave home.

Shorty!  Never short of admirers!

Bright O'Sunny

Sunny Morning II by Grouillote

Many thanks to Grouillote @ devianART for allowing me to use her artwork  ^_____^

I notice the sun is too strong in the morning until I get blinded by it. And it doesn't really help that I'm facing the sunrise when driving to work!  Because I'm too short that the shade didn't cover my face (most importantly, my eyes!), I have to squint my way through the road.  My Transition lenses doesn't help much either.  It is still way too unbearable for the eyes.  I mean, The Brightness.  Sometimes I ended up with tears because the lights really, really hurts.  Even as I'm writing this now, I still have that uncomfortable feeling.  But I resist the temptation to rub, it's bad for the eyes and the skin around it.  Maybe someday when my nature of work allows me to wear contact lenses, I'll put on my biggest sunnies when I'm out!