The "Joyah" in me..........

Last night we went to a neighbour's house for a Kenduri. Not just a neighbour..but THE neighbour. You see, they have this greenest golf grass in the lawn, the freshest-looking blooms and and this hotel-like decor (from whenever I get to peep inside their house when we drive by..).

So, obviously I was keen to go. Well...the doa selamat is one thing but the Joyah in me was stronger. Women have this thing..no matter how you try to deny it, we like to see what others have..then compare..then fell in great depression...Its self-inflicted sado-masochism.

And off we went..yup, the whole lot of us..Husband, Opi and Isya..all went.

Ok..so the house is nice..in fact very nice. Full plaster ceiling, extended kitchen...and oooo....solid nyatoh cabinet. The walls are painted canary yellow, adorned with made-to-match curtains. And there I was...sitting quietly with Isya..trying so hard to put on this nonchalant look. That was one huge pain, tugging my heart...

Its amazing what we, women allow ourselves to go through. A simple gesture like a Kenduri invitation can lead us into deep self evaluation, reflection and..like I said, depression. Why?

I'm living in a simple single-storey semi-d. I have a complete family.A good well paying job...maybe I should learn to be thankful.

No...I MUST be thankful...Alhamdulillah........