Skip to main content

Inside the Forbidden Kingdom

It has now been a week since we uprooted ourselves from our old house. Come to think about it, that house was really special...

It was the first house that my wife and I stayed in as a married couple..

It was the first house my son came home to after he was born..

Three years is quite a long time by my standards, seeing as to how much we used to move around in my childhood and teenage years.

But it's time to move on.

The nostalgia of my old house can in no way compare to the euphoria of living in my very own house. Every wall is a labour of love. Every blade of grass a blessing from God. Every nook and cranny a hidden treasure just waiting to be discovered.

It's like waking up in a hotel room every single morning. I know that like a new relationship, the 'honeymoon period' is not going to last, but I'm enjoying every single moment of it to the max!

Here are some snapshots that I would like to share:


Living room. Modern concept. Lots of contrasts between white/cream and black.

Sofa that I bought last year when I thought I was supposed to move into this house last year. Sounds weird doesn't it? Well, that's what happens when developers don't deliver promptly. Don't mind that miscoloured cushion. The cover is in the wash. Got my son's milk stains.

Dining area. Imagine if you will, having breakfast at this table...Eating toast and eggs, cereal, and perhaps a steaming hot cup of tea... And all the while being treated to a view of this -

My pride and joy - my indoor garden. Hauled in the sand and planted the grass myself.

The master bedroom. Warm Balinese concept. Designed it myself :)

And last but not least the master bedroom bathroom. Complete with a little garden enclave...

Love it...

And so, that's a glimpse of my new house for you. Please feel free to drop by any time!

Comments

missyizzati said…
beshnya! :D

i lyke the bathroom especially. hehe. nice house u have there sir. :)
Abdullah said…
Thank u Ijat... You wanna take a shower here? ;)
Bargain Books said…
wahhhh dah boleh gi beraya kat rumah u !!
:)

nice house :)
Abdullah said…
Hehehehe...

Nanti datang bawak kueh ek?
azie said…
sir..
u saje letak gambar cantek2...
u saje cabar naluri kewanitaan ai..
ahahaha


nantilah..ai kawen dgn org kaya. ai beli umah besar. hias cantek2. tempek gambar dlm blog.

see, u dah trigger kegilaan ai cari suami kaya,ahahaha


tapi rumah u cantek. tu ai admit.hu~nak menitik air mata tengok..
Abdullah said…
Azie,

Sesungguhnya kaya itu tidak ada kena mengena dengan jiwa artistik seorang seniman (pergh...)
Abdullah said…
Thanks ct :)
Nice of u to drop by..haven't seen u for a long time.
aoc gold said…
Silent Night

(1)

Silent night! Holy night!

All is calm, all is bright!

Round yon virgin mother and child!

Holy Infant, so tender and mild,

Sleep in heavenly peace,

Sleep in heavenly peace.

(2)

Silent night! Holy night!

Shepherds quake at the sight!

Glories stream from heaven afar,

Heav'nly hosts sing Alleluia;

Christ the Savior is born!

Christ the Savior is born!

(3)

Silent night! Holy night!

Son of God, love's pure light

Radiant beams from thy holy face,

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth, ,

Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

~~~by Age Of Conan gold
A t i Q a h said…
Before that, err..whats wrong with this aoc guy. Kat my blog pun ada comment sebegitu. Haih.


Oh. Oh. Oh. Cant wait to see your house live. Nak datang raya nanti boleh tak sir? Huhuhu.
Abdullah said…
aoc,
I like that song..in fact it was one of my favourite songs when I was growing up in the UK... but gotta ask u was there a point in sharing that with us? a message of any sort?

Atiqah,
please do come when u have the time :)
Princess Liyana said…
uhuhu..cantikkknye rumah you ..nak dtgla:)huhu..

Tiba2 i pun teringin nak cari lelaki kaya. wahahahaha..gelak jahat je..hik3;p
sir,

one word...MESMERIZED..
sgt sukee~
x terkate~
ChUcK SaGaCiOuS said…
first word - AWESOME
second word - BEAUTIFUL
third word - I don noe which one wud be the third coz too many words nk dscribe how nice ur house was...nway raya nk dekat da...surely we,ll come to dat forbidden kingdom...n makesure there will be duit raya too k...
Gukita said…
The joy of being in one's own house... The feeling of being coccooned in love; every wall protecting, every step on tiled floor like treading a thick Persian rug... If that feeling persist even when the paint start crumbling, the plumbing failing to deliver water, the saniraty gets choked up, the drain shouted to be cleaned.. Then you have really is in love and the house is a heaven.. Till then??? Enjoy it... hehehe
Abdullah said…
Syafiq,

Duit raya boleh... Datang nanti basuh pinggan ya? ;)


Pakcik Ali,

I think I have a bit more time before the reality kicks in ;)
hanafi said…
hmm.... mcm penah kulihat dining table tuh? hmmm at a small place call pinang kuning i guess... dah x guna untuk tuition class?

Love your home man... x sabar tunggu raya 2009!

Popular posts from this blog

Forgiveness

How does one forgive someone who has done them and their loved ones so much wrong?

This is a question that I struggle with, and have always struggled with for a long time. 
How does one push past the pain and suffering that a person had willingly caused, worse yet, caused to someone that they loved. We stand at the sidelines, and feel ourselves slighted, yet the pain we feel is minuscule, compared to the earth-shattering hurt our loved one experiences. Yet we are powerless, drowning in a helplessness, grasping for any lifeline that can pull ourselves out from the deep. 
How can we let go when hatred is all we know. A hatred that festered from seeds of dislike. This poison that we feed ourselves. Yet it is all we know. 
How does one tell oneself to let go?
If a person murders your son, and returns a month later, saying he is genuinely sorry; what would you do? He comes in and says he will pay for the cleaning bill, to wipe the blood stains off the floor, and to send the carpet for dry…

The End

I am in a hotel room.

It is unclear who else is in the room. It must be my family. But I am uncertain. I know I am in the room with people I love.

The hotel room is in a building that towers above ground level, and we can see all the houses below.

I am in Hawaii I think. How I know that I do not know. All I know is that we are beside the ocean.

I feel unsettled as I look out the window. Something is compelling me to look outside the window. It is getting dark. But I know by right it should not be dark. It is midday. And then I see it.

In front of me a huge storm cloud is gathering. But I start to quiver because it looks like no ordinary storm. The clouds are pitch black. Black as death. My eyes follow their shape to where they originate. I gasp.

I see a gigantic water spout, a tornado in the ocean, funnelling its energy to the black cloud. The water spout is also pitch black. Rain now pours uncontrollably. It is a hurricane at its full blast, but not just that. It is much, much more.

My first fast food experience ever

Growing up in the UK in the late 70s and 80s, it was almost impossible to get fast food that was halal. Definitely not like what it is today.

Back in the day, we lived in many different places when I was growing up, but I consider Bath to be my where I struck my roots.

As a kid you don’t really remember many things that were not within your immediate scope of experience. Everything was taken care of by your parents, and that is something I have go to remember again with my own children. Sometimes I expect them to be aware more of what is going on around them, but when I remember my own childhood, all we knew was we did what our parents told us, moved where they moved, went where they went etc.

Anyway, I’m rambling.

Back to what I was saying, It was literally impossible to get fast food, and all we could do was just imagine how the burgers would taste. Fries or chips was not too much of an issue because we were able to eat Fish and Chips, especially from Evans in the middle of town af…