Let's Try This Now

It has been a while and I have, as always, been itching to write in here. But the other social media sites keep taking my time away, and all that I have written in head are forgotten.

There is no purpose to this entry today. This is more of a test to see if I can type longer than 140 characters and not get distracted by the other sites.

So, I think, the best way for me now is to keep this short, sweet and sassy.

I'll be back soon. I think. :D

Testes

Blogging on the go. Let's see how this works since my fingers tend to freeze whenever I attemp to write the conventional way.

As I Sleep

sleeping child

I can't remember other than Tok Abib in my dream. He hugged me. I can't remember if he said anything to me. All he did was hug me.

That was the dream my daughter dreamt last night. Her eyes teared as she remembered it aloud. How she loved her grandfather and how she missed him.

rosa

Some mornings, early, while I tend to my many potted plants, my nose would catch a scent.

Orchid, once nurtured by my dad

A sweet scent, fleeting; lasting a few seconds.

I'd stop from what i'd be doing, stand straight, and breathe in. The scent, it's mildly sweet. I didn't know whence it came. It's there and then it's gone.

And then it occurred to me that the sweet scent smelt just like the attar my father once used whenever he went to the mosques.

après minuit

The computer clock says it's 3:25am. And I am writing still.

One of those things that I indulge in

I haven't been writing in a while. Writing for the blog does not count. It's exhilarating to  write again. A blank sheet of paper, waiting to be filled up with words. Just simple words. I don't care much for big, multiple-syllable words. I like using them though, they make me sound smart. But pretentious.

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Here's the thing about working from home. Or to be more exact, a freelancer working at home. There will be a long period when I am without jobs (because I don't look for them hard enough) and then there will time when jobs after jobs come in. This is that time. 

They (other people) do not see the 'challenges' I the freelancer face. They see it as part-time work as and when I want to do them (which is partly true). So they do not understand why I turn down (with much grace as I can muster) invites to meet up and socialise. What's worse is that I am not much of a social butterfly. I like being home and don't like much going out and meet people. Although at times I do miss the presence of people, but they are fleeting.

So, it is likely that a cousin will be unhappy with my absence  at the kenduri tomorrow. "Why can't you come? You don't work, do you?" One can only sigh and explain tactfully. Deadlines, darling, they loom over me. An hour away from home means one paragraph uncomposed and unwritten. Still, they don't understand. I'm sorry. I'll make it up when this is over.

Now I go to bed. It is exhilarating, and I have trouble with my spellings.