A do nothing Thursday morning ...

Idols and a book.
American Idol was on TV - and we gathered in the living room waiting for the result to be announced. Not really a surprise since the internet already mentioned that Sanjaya the wonderboy was voted out.
Both LiL and I were still in our gym attire, having just came back from the gym for a work-out. I clocked 5km on the threadmill - walking at an average of 5.6km/hour, and reading John Grisham's "The BROKER" at the same time.
So to chill in front of the TV with the boys, watching Ryan Seacrest trying hard to take some mickey our of Simon Cowell was a joy. And, ah...tears from Sanjaya was heartfelt, but that guy Simon was grinning devilishly from ear to ear.

When love is about some Grey Hairs.....
I was reading the novel on the sofa when I felt LiL lifted my head and rested it on her lap. She kissed my forehead then started pulling my grey hairs. One by one, patiently and lovingly. I like having my grey hairs pulled - they also happened to be my 'gatal' hair.

I moved to chapter 9, and she was still at it. Then I saw flash from a camera - Luqman thought it was cute to capture the moments on record.
On a do nothing Thursday morning, pulling grey hairs is an event. And I like and love it !

Lunch followed. It was a simple lunch of white rice, lots of ulam and salad, fried ikan masin and steam pomfret - very nice indeed when had with your love ones.
This is a page from a simple life of an expat in Jeddah. This afternoon, after Asar prayer we plan to go to the supermarket for our weekly grocery shopping. Tonight we have a dinner invitation from a family friend. After dinner, we may just drive over to the sea front to have hot tea by the sea, listening to the waves and enjoying fresh Red Sea breeze.

Kittens without their mother
As I am typing this entry, LiL is busy mending to the kittens. Their mom, "Danya" went missing a few days ago after she sneaked out of the back door during one of the nights. She has not come back since - the kittens although old enough to feed on their own, are missing the mother's affection. Last night, when I curled up on the sofa reading the novel - three of them came over to share my body heat. There were sadness in their eyes. All I could do was stroke their furs.

This kitten has one blue and one green eyes. Hidung dia comot sebab he dived into a bowl of chocolate milk.