Each time when tears brim in my eyes, I'd often give my eyelids a flutter in order to allow the tears to escape naturally down my cheeks. And each flutter invites more and more flutters and consequently more and more tears are produced, somehow igniting the biological process of crying. But I wasn't crying folks, I was sick, still am. My eyes are red and teary, nose itchy and watery, joints aching, head pounding, shoulders throbbing, knees and hands shivering. Standing upright has never been this challenging before. It felt as though I was trying to scale Mount Everest when all the mount I had to conquer was the mount of unwashed and unironed clothes.
Speaking of mountain climbing, I had a friend from Sabah who has scaled Mount Kinabalu a couple of times. Dayang as she is fondly called has treaded the path up to Mount Kinabalu in her extremely petite frame. After listening to the story of how she escalated the highest Mountain in South East Asia, I remembered jotting down "climb Mount Kinabalu" in my to do list. The idea has never really perished, considering that I am in no physical condition to attempt the feat. It is still at the back of my mind lingering with my other to do things in that long long list.
I am climbing folks nevertheless, every single day...conquering a different type of mountains in life. The Everest of house chores, the K2 of kids, the Kangchenjunga of mothering, the Lhotse of wifing, the Makalu of earning a living. And today I just climbed another peak Dhaulagiri in Nepal when I was drenched in the rain, panting, coughing and sneezing with tears in my eyes awaiting for someone. I couldn't hold the umbrella, the concealed cakes needed my two hands when suddenly it poured.
But,seriously I wasn't crying, I just had water in my eyes.
Thanks Netty! Netty has been such a regular with wizcakes.
Thanks Amy. Dah tak tarik2 rambut dah k.
Again thanks so much Anne for the many2 many cupcakes. Anne orders hundreds of cupcakes almost every week. A teacher with a heart of gold. Those cupcakes she orders are for her students.
Cry For Help -missMp3- - Rick Astley