Make cake?

Amazing is the cross paths that we sort of choose for ourselves - as a friend, as an employee, as a mother, as a wife..a person. As Mika's birthday grew closer I was wondering what I could do to celebrate it without being too extravagant and putting things to waste. Something simple and basic. Instantaneously I recalled birthday pictures taken from '87 and '88 when I was just a mere baby and Ashrul was a plump hell of a boy. Zarina said she could still remember her mix matched birthday cake that her parents made for her 3rd birthday. Amazing, I can only recally my 5th or 6th birthday cake.

We were in Pontianak, and literally the kitchen was as big as the living room. There were corners that I never set my tiny foot on (or so I shall continue to believe - well actually I asked my parents about the kitchen over the weekend) the dark corner was closest to the toilet that I never dared stepped foot into. 

I decided to make Mika a cake for his big 3. Its the orange and poppy seed butter cake with maximum sugar control (didn't taste ANY) and for the icing, I made butter frosting and used crushed raspberries, cherries and blueberries. Only to figure out after that pinkish fruit frosting doesn't really go well with a boy's birthday theme. It's still my party, even though I've reached the 3 year old mark about 10 times now.

Happy birthday my boy. Mama knows you love cake!!

Bending over backwards - for you.

Just having a slow moving Wednesday, and missing almost everyone I can. And then later I googled self-esteem and how to build it in our children. And just today, I texted :- my friend in Iraq, another in Korea, Vietnam and then traveled across to Jakarta to say hello.

And I still have one more well to complete before calling it a day. 

Miss this

I am currently working on graphics for a personalized bag and am going through some old pictures I have and am realizing how much I miss this phase. That's me juggling the super cold weather, trying to enjoy the sun and snow, whilst at the same time making sure the lil raisin bun is still alive and breathing underneath the fleece blanket. Fun fact - most of the time he would wail like crazy as the cold air shoots right into his baby lungs but then would happily fall asleep until we stop for a bite. We were just going across the street to Kepyeh (a lovely 3 story mall) and already I had my anxiety ready to burst just 5 steps out of the double doors.

Days go by and more things that used to be of ease to me is now becoming more of a chore. I have doubled my yoga intake now, thanks to this nice group of ladies who practice and have class right where I live - although secretly I can sense they are not fond of me mainly because I can do most of the poses but am hoping that the instructor will set the vibe for open learning process throughout. 

At 30, I believe the only remedy that works for me is good old cardio workout. And like my cuckoo bird buddy have mentioned. I need to make the best of the eggs while they are still fresh. 

There's a lot I miss.

It is Monday, and I am suffering the attacks from the silent killer pose of galavasana, pincha, as well as the full dancer's pose.

Blue hue hooo

Back from my wonderful vacation and straight into hell..at work. So hard to explain to people how bad the situation is. Catastrophic. Even though I can't spell out who was at fault.

I had no time to suffer from back-from-vacation-blues, or Monday-blues, or any sort of blue hue boo hoo.

I am so lazy to upload photos from our recent trip. I have to make it count!

Year end, everyone is making plans to celebrate - the year.

Let's all have a blast.

Love.