Clutter of my Mind

Squiggy the Squish

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 18:59:00 +0000

I'm just remembering that bread by Gardenia called Squiggles. Wonder where have they gone? Or maybe i haven't been to shops lately, but noooo...i see so many other new breads...hmm not that it's my favourite but it does match it's name...the cream, the flavour, the pattern of the colour icing...squiggly.

I'm actually half-lucid. Where the HELL do all these bread memories come from i also don't know.

I'm crazy (literally) over the new Envirosax bag i bought. I saw it at the Curve bazaar, just looked at it, attracted by the designs but it doesn't capture my fancy as i've never been a user of soft material bags...more so this type...

But yesterday i bought it. It beckoned to me twice in Metrojaya. Well because my mother DID suggest to me to buy a bag to put all the shopping that i would do in KLCC. And when she said that, this particular bag popped into my mind :)

Oh the joy of that simple, SO SIMPLE, quirky, polyester, eco-friendly bag with beautiful design (mine is red, the Graphic range)...i didn't have to carry those dreadful plastic bags by the handles and making my fingers look like it's going to come off at any second...

Bought it for 19.90RM and plop goes all my precious things of the day...books for myself and my father, toiletries for my family. Shopping toiletries pun kat Watsons KLCC. My friend was like what...beli kat rumah pun bleh benda2 ni...but i'm one of those simple creatures (complicated in my other unique way lah) whose shopping methods are quite unlike the AVERAGE female.

Dah plan nak gi situ...situ plak ada my favourite haunt, which is Watson's...kebetulan it's time to update my family's necessities...beli je lah. And i'm almost always in charge of toiletries-buying in my family. And when i see something i like, i don't go browsing around for 'other choices', i buy it right then and there. No fickle-mindedness (no offense to any avid shoppers reading this :))

Ditto for the bag. I just look at it the second time while walking around in Metrojaya accompanying my friend to buy a birthday present for her male friend...i pick a colour and pay. Takes no more than 10 minutes. No looking back no hesitating...most importantly, it was a necessity, not something on a whim or just because it looks nice.

Today is the second day of my day-out with the bag. To Low-Yatt Plaza with my family. Wheeeeee....i get to fill ALOT of things in my bag!! Look, no lugging around plastic bags! Just me and my pretty bag :)

I plan to ask my mum to take it and use it whenever she goes grocery shopping. Masuk buah durian ke, ikan keli ke, nasi lemak bungkus ke, pun takpe. As long as we are able to say NO to plastic :) Hey, it's washable too.

And aesthetically pleasing.

I'm using my new keyboard. My old keyboard has been working for me since 2004, back in Desasiswa Tekun, USM Penang in my 2nd semester 1st year...sweet black keyboard of mine...but it has gone haywire...my Zs are deletion buttons, my @ and my " interchange, my As are song changers.

Welcome, new silent soft keyboard.

And a CSL phone, too. Still figuring and exploring the features.

And a friend of mine told me he was admitted to hospital (grammar check) for fever...since Wednesday and never told his family, just friends. And why did he choose to tell me now? He said it's because he think's of me as one of his best friends.

I hope he gets well soon.

Andai bumi terbelah dua

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 10:42:00 +0000

My little bundle in my arms long time ago :) she's wearing a watermelon shirt. Which makes her look...like a watermelon hehe...she was PRETTY that time

Beautiful painting of Manisha Koirala. I had to take it.

One random baby picture i found on Facebook. Newborn.

Nice one of Kek Lok Si temple. I always feel intrigued by that big standing structure which one can see from certain parts of the town.

Lala...nanana...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 12:26:00 +0000

The heart sings. With a sureness that surpasses that of previous pursuits.

Venus trine Pluto. This is it.

Two individuals, two souls. Very close to home. Never ever set eyes on each other.

And we were thrown together. One of us initiated our Journey. And how i never ever suspected that something will change entirely after that.

I did not want to think of marriage, but i find that i AM ready to try. But there are some challenges.

To marry him, or not?

He has flaws...we BOTH have flaws.

It is a relationship with a strong FATED quality.

I shall wait and see and keep my heart. NOT surrender it to any weak person. Only God knows my heart as only HE can.

Life is a joke!!

Rant...Express

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:40:00 +0000

By the music of Penawar - Ella.

Someone told me i have to express and heal my mind tonight. Doesn't matter WHO that someone was. But it talked to my intuition (or any medium you want to call it). It's somewhere inside me (ugh, so cliche).

"Tolonglah si dia ini...dengan menghampirinya...kerana dia sebahagianmu"

My bloody...dusty (shameful)...keyboard is uniquely growing out of its years...press this key and it comes out another icon...and many other irritating changeables.

Anyway, the phrase in parentheses up there can be found in Penawar's lyrics. Sounds like something YOU always hear and comprehend? Yes. But for Nur Syuhada and the likes of her...the text highlighted in red really knocks on her (their) heart.

Everyone is the same......why bother citing our differences?

I drove from Serdang Raya till Shah Alam ALONE today using the BMW (coz that car's great for me and my driving skills, coincidentally it is also my favourite brand...). Not that i'm really alone; mum drove the Waja coz she brought it to the mechanic near my office building.

I'm a driver who needs silence in order to really concentrate on the road. See, i don't need music, hehe...

What happened to me?

I got a new job.
I'm resigning.

I'm...trembling.
I'm...delirious.
I'm...i mean...

At the same time, i'm...

Something came and i can tell it is significant to me.

Tangible.

I'm.....................

A part of myself is SO SURE of this. No doubts. Only my usual fears.

It is the difficult realization that something other than myself is real. - modified from an Iris

Of Ramadhan and Syawal

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 10:09:00 +0000

Huh! I'm finally back home after my Raya holidays in Kota Bharu. It was a good raya for me, Alhamdulillah :)

But...i'm feeling like i need one more month of Ramadhan. Tak puas.

I have been unsatisfactory in my behaviour, my thoughts, my perceptions.

I was so so so pessimistic about Raya. I heard that the land near my grandma's house has gone all dry and 'bald'....no more shades...no more trees and foliage...no more GREEN...no more arwah Ayah Su's bushes...not to mention the missing chicken of his...and also no more pokok rambutan for me to observe and 'attempt to help' to kait the fruits with that longgggg pole which actually made me imagine i could reach out to the sky and make the plane passing by go catapulting...you know me once my eyes go to the sky...

My brother told me if given the choice he would like to be the cloud. I see his sense. It's just so peaceful being there...except when the lightning threatens to tickle you (now that's an afterthought i neglect to mention to him, haha)..

Puasa has gone by with events and multiple antics from humans around me...nothing much...one of my favourite November people has resigned, i gave him a white fluffy bear and he gave me a non-foldable fan with his own crafty knot...we gave each other November birthday presents!

Thank you very much, you know who you are :)

Cancer girl, also going to be resigning. *sigh*. I got to know more of her and believe it or not, we bonded too. Cancerian females seem to be allergic to me...all my life...and this one took about 2 years to really harmonise with me...her with her direct talk and sharp behaviour, me with my irritating loopiness and Plutonian ignorance...haha...we both hang out together since our 'joint predicament' at work. Ah well, let's not dwell on that.

I didn't feel the Raya atmosphere in my life. No kuih making (only my mum made some jam tarts while i was asleep like a log at night)...no baju raya (the tailor got H1N1)...

Exactly 12:30am Friday/Saturday, we set off for Kelantan. Had a meal first. Me with my dad, mum and my bro. Miracles of miracles, my MP3 player can be played in the car! One less of my glumness of the impending journey. Me and my dad, we can listen to whatever melody...we have high tolerance for each other's music tastes...i even enjoyed his songs and discovered new ones for my ears! So the journey went by smoothly with both individuals' music playlists.

Smoothly? Just the music. The ROAD....

Spent 4 hours on that Karak highway. Darn bloody traffic. We had to stop before the second toll to sleep till dawn and just not waste petrol, see...

6 am. Continue the drive. Surprise, surprise, sensing the terrible jam up ahead, we had to decide to go through Terengganu. Twice we stopped to sleep and refresh. I actually DREAMED...

I was spiralling (in a moving car) up a mountain and down again. It was pleasant. Hmm, that's the main theme i remember.

Reached Wakaf Che Yeh, 6:45 pm. In time for last buka puasa meal. Next day confirm Raya Puasa. Alamak..so sad...the end of Ramadhan never made me feel down that way...8:30 me and mum went to SACC mall...i mean, KB mall...to get our pre-ordered blackforest cake.

Next day: 1st Syawal...helped my mum prepare food for guests. Cut the blackforest cake to put on a platter and it looked like a....disaster. Presentation-wise. Not that's it's anyone's fault though...it just happened that way :D

The cake is wiped clean at the end of the day. Shows that TASTE is what matters most to the Raya guests, hehe!

Next on the menu, satay. Already grilled (err how do you describe 'bakar satay' again??), so we just need to heat it up. Accidentally, i was put in charge of the reheating. Not that i'm complaining...i do want to have something to do during Raya...i'm not that good at sitting around in the living room and *gulp* socialising.

I can just say that it was a sweaty hari raya for me. I worked at clearing up the table and adding more food and drinks, washing the dishes and cups the whole day. It's where i can be left by myself and not being watched so much by the people. Surprisingly, i was comfortable in that situation :)

The only time i went out to greet people and my family members is toward the afternoon...when the table is all set for the next set of guests, i sat down and relaxed and....got to see ALYA!!! She wore a pale blue gown and had two braids in her hair. Gosh her nose is as alluring as ever, wakakakaka....

Naturally she stuck to my dad the most...after some prodding, she did that amazing and shocking thing: jumped to me and held on/hugged. Ahh well she's still that same baby who i've held in my arms long time ago :)

Next Afrina came. She just decided to observe all the cars parked in front of the house and trying to investigate to whom each of it belonged. Stood by and talked to yours truly and i just layan her. Haha....she's so much of a Capricorn babe! Grandma-like.

My father, Alya, me and Afrina later went to 7-Eleven for, what else...the children's titbits. Alya stuck like a magnet to her grand-uncle and i took charge of little grandma...she's just so dainty and pretty and so matured-like...hmm, she is one soul i can like :)

Aries Alya buys a lot of things. Cappy Afrina buys only the things she wants. I don't have to describe more :)

Next phase of guests, this one comes in the evening. This one guy suddenly got all chummy with my mum and i got to know that he's the one who asked her last year to matchmake him with any single girl she knows. He talked with me and i talked with him. After he finished eating, he still came to talk with me, and i talked with him.

Let me explain: i've never seen him before, or i was just so ignorant i never did know who he was. He doesn't know who i am too. Seems that he is one of my dad's saudara-mara. The extended ones. Double-triple extended ones. So me and him are just simply related somehow. Anyway, he asked for my phone number and i too got his number. Totally Harmless. Next paragraph.

Later at night went to Che' Dah's house for her own spaghetti bolognese. It's good too.

Next day, Raya Kedua. Went for nasi dagang at Aunty Limah's house. First, me and my mum helped to prepare the table and roll up the roti jala. Then we went to the tanah perkuburan to pay respects.

3rd day. Ate pancakes made by Ayah Mat. Delish. And then i'm the one who continues making it, and finishing the batter. Haha. Then later my mum made kuey teow for the day.

4th day: sent Ayah Mat and Uncle Ian to the airport and then we started off for KL. I bought this Sour + candy which is absolutely shocking. It made my smugly self-confessed relaxed daddy change into unrelaxed sour candy victim. It made my asam-eater mummy into a shocked and blinking driver. It made me a new fan :D

We reached home 1:30am. Safely. Alhamdulillah :)

Sunday photo detailing

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 00:34:00 +0000

Adding my photos from my Prism, and some other collection. Haha, sometimes i feel i am only one of the very very few people who owns a Prism and liking it. Next phone? Shhh, my Prism will hear and she'll go sulky :D

The above picture is my father's idea of food art. At Restoran Azira. Sempat jugakkkk susun sambil ambik makanan...

Ghastly. I meant to put 'o' in place of 'a' there hehe. Nahh just kidding. But i'm using a half-serious tone :) This was the dawning sky back in the 1st week of puasa, sahur at MMZ Bukit Jelutong. Actually it looked more prettier looking at it. This pic was...of course, flawed.

New Gladiator model. My mum's kaki. Tangs Pavilion. No actually it was bought in Parkson Grand. MODELED in Tangs later :D Suddenly it occured to my vision that her legs looked like it belonged to Cleopatra. *gerenti ada orang KEMBANG hidung...*

This was my little road beside my house in somewhere England. If you believe that, i pity you. Haha, this....was somewhere in Harvey Norman...my brother and i got obsessed...wonder if we were being videoed ourselves *tsk tsk*...

GSC Pavi Lion. *rolls eyes*. This was on the space after the 1st escalator leading to the cinema halls. It was RAINING how can i resist NOT admiring the moment? There were actually raindrops splattering on the glass roof. I feel like an alien. But i'm no chicken. Uh, NEXT PHOTO please...

My space in my office (new layout). My screen is so so precious....and my tiny flag sticking dutifully to my CPU...this was taken when the restless part of me comes...during my free time at work...

There you go, i get paid to fool around...and i'm not pleased with that of course :/

Of Class

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 13:21:00 +0000

"By Him who holds my soul in His hand, I do love you." - Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H)

Like those words.

Class. Not Classrooms. You might know what i'm talking about. And where i'm heading. And pardon me, i'm going to spiral my mind on this weekend night.

Prophet Muhammad never taught us about class. That's the reason Allah sent him: to eradicate the practice of differentiating classes among people and bring to light that we are ALL the same.

We are ALL the same.

We are all the SAME.

We are ALL THE SAME.

I admit i do not have enough patience or even tolerance when i encounter a person who so much as give me a hint that they are downgrading a certain group of humans.

Once and twice, i've come across people whom i consider as my friend and a respected superior, and when they BOTH expressed their utter dislike of a certain race in Malaysia, i immediately lose my respect AND automatically kept my distance...it's more like, i closed my auric egg from their presence...call that my Achilles' heel, i'm bad in that way. Not that i don't appreciate them being direct and non-hypocritical. But these kinds of people make me break out in a rash. Figuratively.

Be aware that ALLAH created us all. HUMANS, with different FAITHS and COLOURS and CULTURES, for us to know each other and find GOD amongst each other's presence.

ANIMALS, be they the usual ones and even PIGS, are created by GOD.

HE just Commanded us not to CONSUME swine. HE did not ask us to shun them away or cringe when we see it. Those little unassuming piggies deserve our respect too.

Hmm assuming that there are some typical-minded people reading this...H1N1? Selsema babi? Ok. So it comes from them. IS IT THEIR FAULT??

WE HUMANS ARE THE ONES AT FAULT!!! FOR THIS BLOODY PANDEMIC THAT'S GOING ON!!

......

I actually screamed up there. My little mind is screaming. But it came out through my fingers and into here. I'm a frustrated person.

I'm frustrated when i see people with whom i am close to, actually have the nerve (genetically, the unfortunate thing) to DEGRADE others...indirectly. But they also have the bloody nerve to ask for the opinion of same person whom they are degrading regarding some matters which they do not know.

Let's just name this person, Vanilla. It's a she.

She looks plain. Like a normal everyday 'makcik' you see everyday. OUTWARDLY. Her clothes are plain. You can say, 'selekeh' at times. Her behaviour? Let's just say she 'marches to her own drummer', does what she likes, likes what she does. She's acting young for her age. She's a non-conformist. She says what she thinks, straightaway. Clearly, that's a creature that society would not accept.

The particular people who look down on her thinks she has no class. No CLASS. NO class. They are much more stylish. More knowledgeable. More savvy. More interesting. More sane. More polite. More religious. Some say she would go to hell for all that she has done.

I am the observer of Vanilla and this, let's call them Savvy group with Class. I am able to put myself on the outside, looking in. Call me neutral. Switzerland.

From what i see, they are more shallow and superficial, compared to Vanilla.

They say she is materialistic. She say she's MONEYlistic, and it is true. There is a difference. She cares about MONEY. Not things that we can buy with it. That's just her. And she makes a fine accountant.

They say she's not polite and rude, does not know manners and what is appropriate, in some social situations. She knows. She knows wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy much more than they do. About 100 years earlier. She just doesn't BOTHER to SHOW that she knows etiquette. Especially when it comes to the Savvy group.

I say that she is well-trained in all matters pertaining to social conduct. When she is apparently 'misbehaving', she's having some freedom, in a free country, FOR GOODNESS SAKES. In fact what she was doing was not WRONG at all when you think about it after you wipe away your preconceptions about her.

They say she is not knowledgeable. I say that she knows alot of what we SHOULD know in this life.

Just because a person does not participate (even looks bored) in a conversation about politics and economy, that...does...not...mean...she...is...stupid. Enough said.

They see that she is not religiously inclined. I say, Vanilla is one of the important people in my life who taught me to communicate with my beloved ALLAH. You see, it's actually gone reversed. Savvy people are ones who received complete religious education. And end up as wannabe Westerners now. Vanilla is not from a consciously religious background. But she has AWARENESS. And it never changes with the times. Therefore, she is more FINER and more FIRM in her Iman.

You know i can write more. But i am mentally tired with this frustration. Of why people seem to JUDGE too much as if they KNOW so much about this WORLD.

ALLAH is my JUDGE. HE is FAIR and WISE.

I have no words to describe how much i revere my CREATOR.

My love, my heart, my soul is all in HIS hands.

I have been a bad person.

Observing can be very tiring.

I Need to Talk With You Again...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 12:53:00 +0000

Haiiii....those good old teenage years i had...was so so pretty sweet....some bitterness thrown in too but the sweetness overwhelmed it and never tampers with my memory (eh?)

That title was a part of the lyrics to Kavana's song Will You Wait For Me. Don't like the song, but the video made me swoon. I repeat: SWOON over this beautiful guy....beautiful, beautiful, guy...heeheehee...argh men were still so manly back in the 90's.

Sorry younglings, that's my opinion :)

Anthony Kavanagh...one beautiful guy :) You see i can't stop praising him...eep!

Demolish this Shivering

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:57:00 +0000

I'm having a tiny problem. I hope it IS tiny. My hands are now shivering and seemingly moving on its own. I suspect there's something going on with my veins or some sort...

Ah, well....it is the weekend....after a presumably long and, i have to admit, boring work week....by Friday, my fears were proven wrong...sure i started the work week on a Tuesday (blame it on those monthly female pains...) and i got a slight irritation from a superior who asked me to do a certain job....but i did it anyway...

and it's going to take me about 2 weeks to get it done...

...and this week has been, nice. Fate has introduced me to my new neighbour and she seems to be one of my kindred spirits (too early to tell though). A Scorpio with loads of Libran in her. Cusp birth.

I was depressed yet again, but abit worse, added by the period misery...my appetite gave me a fright...oh but my blood pressure was down to 125/75, Alhamdulillah....

I actually 'lost grip' of my spirit, or WILL, to live. I even thought i lost my heart. It feels true.

But on one night...i dreamt. It was SO real. SO dark. SO many familiar faces from my waking life.

All of them are concerned about me. They kept telling me, persuading me, urging me, warning me, pointing out to me that....

I AM SELFISH.

"YOU ARE SELFISH, SYUHADA".

I think i got four people. I was a jubilant, ignorant character in my dream. I even got a mystery car which came to pick me up...

on some top floor of my 'office' building and it came in the elevator.

I woke up at 5:55 am. I was RESTORED. Fresh. I'm LIVING.

And the day was good.

My light blue inspiration came to me. Oh, the beautiful aura!

Even though i was still reserved....but it all came out well for me by Friday.

Today, i watched The Proposal. Nice movie. Sandra Bullock's movies always seem to be so nice for me to watch. And i don't usually WANT to watch these kinds of movies...

My hands are getting cramped. I'll stop here.

Judges of Forces

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 04:26:00 +0000

People judge.
God is the only, ultimate Judge and the Most Fair.

Therefore i trust HIM more than i trust a human judge.

These are simple words.
But i am writing this with my own vehemence.

A quote from my brother (and from somewhere): "Who am i to judge?"

Yes, who are we to judge.

But i assure you...i do judge. We do judge. You can't say that you NEVER judge.

There....the awkwardness of the English language sound has come to me right this second: J.U.D.G.E. A funny-looking word.

Forgive my lapse of eccentricity. See? I judge myself too. I might be prejudiced when i think people are judging me. But i might also be right about them.

Outward appearances.
What people CHOOSE to show you.
What our EYES see (superficially)....
are misleading. Period.

WYSIWYG is not a term that you would actually use in these times. Yes, What You See, Is What You Get. Add that to your own....judgement.

Things are not what they Seem.

God hides His Beauty in front of us.

It's not for our Eyes to see,

But to use our Hearts to comprehend...

My Heart is coming out.

Quench my Desire...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 08:29:00 +0000

Give in To Me by Michael Jackson the Virgo-Pisces man....no one can get more soft-spoken than that...

They say life is what you make of it. True.

But they never say anything about what others are doing to you and your life, when it is clearly none of your business, but you are definitely 'dragged' into the mayhem. Of someone else's mishap.

So it is another test. And my head's almost blown up. But i'm saner. And it's dumb to get all hyped up.

But i do want to murder and curse someone.

I have been bad.

But people have been bad to me too. In outrageously unique ways and having shockingly unique relation to me.

I am digressing...it has been a hot holiday...figuratively and literally...

Work, here i come.

Cruising along Gentle Waters

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:53:00 +0000

Listening to Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis's (i THINK that's the guy's name) song 'Cruisin'.

Baby tonight belongs to us...
Music is played for love....

Haha...those are some snippets...nothing related to my emotions...just my psychological state of mind maybe...

On Thursday (yesterday) i discovered that i am still able to spiral my mind and RECEIVE signals from another part of myself (no, i'm not trying to be freaky it just comes out that way)...by writing. I just wrote few words...and a voice, almost unknown, BUT familiar and comfortable, talks with me and the words flow out from my consciousness...through my veins...through my muscles...and flow smoothly as ink on paper.

It was a communication that i was waiting for, and missing.

Let me heave a triple big, *SIGH*.

I read a Michael Jackson tribute booklet (oops, another person on earth writing about him again...hey, but Michael, you are still in my heart!) in MPH of SACC mall...yep, he's a Virgo...but a lonely one...a special one...a gifted one...

.....and we all know these people are always destined to pass away from this world earlier than the rest of us.....

"I'm one of the loneliest persons in the world" was one of his quotes.

Me too.

There is a FLOWER in me BLOOMING beautifully but something is BREAKING....

But my Companion is always with me. So i'm always fine.

I will be fine.

Your Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 17:20:00 +0000

The Morning sky from my almost lonely days.

Have you ever felt, whenever you listen to an old favourite song of which you haven't heard in many years, a flutter of feeling in your chest region? The heart beats faster? Or...flutters, in my case.

I do. Every song is always automatically associated with the situation / season/ phase of my life at the time of my liking of the song. And after a few years when i listen to it again...all memories come washing through my very soul. And makes my heart, overflow with many many emotions which can even make me scared...

I'm listening to Send My Best by Holly Valance from her 1st album back in 2003...bought for her autograph signing where my then pre-teen little brother got to peck Ms. Valance on her cheek. All on his own impulse. Leaving my parents so bewildered and his sister delighted...coz he was showing signs of being more braver than I am...and it is true till now :)

It is a very bittersweet and deep (for me) song...but the lyrics are contrasting, and of course i'm not a lyrical listener...

How much i miss my Self.

But it is coming back...

This song is giving me the shivers.

Alohomora - to infinite Doors...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 08:36:00 +0000

A door is always waiting for you.

Whether it's open,

closed,

slightly ajar,

it's always there for you to deliberate on.

Sometimes there's only one door. Would you want to go in? Or ignore? Or just have a peek? We make the choice.

To make things seem more complicated (the beauty of God's ways), there is more than one door. And would you pass them all and NOT try even one door? No.

Because God pushes you to open doors as long as you are alive. You don't have to prepare anything. Just your belief in your God.

I see many doors. Some people literally 'push' me inside a random door of which only THEY know about. But with my own perseverance (albeit struggling), the door served me well.

For i BELIEVE in Allah's path for me.

I have opened my own doors and got many sweet alternatives in life. And also the bitter and sour parts thrown in.

Those are my musings for my own mind to mind and for ponderers to ponder.

Let's see what i'm feeling this weekend...

My entertainer...my Entertainer, Mr. Michael Jackson...has passed away.

And i experienced a new emotion on the previous morning of which i have never felt before in my whole life. I felt like my spirit was overcome with a sense of LOSS and my chest region was filled with...grief. I have just reached my office. And i know it was a new feeling because it wasn't fear or anxiety that i sometimes get (i'd blame it on my natural disposition), it was a DARK moment and i felt like i've 'forgotten' something. But then i got calmer and continued my day's work...

Next day that same constricted feeling came back when i heard on the radio of the news. They said it was not confirmed...but later it is.

My mum used to record videos of him, all compiled in a videotape and used to play it for me (or rather, it was playing and i watched it a lot) since i was a baby back in Cheras house.

Billie Jean - I LIKE it when he steps the floor and it lights up....and all the purple air about him!

Beat It - LOVE the jacket!

Thriller - disgusted, scared by it. But i liked the ghost dance hehe

Bad - Loved the parking lot and the smoke billowing around and his new white face...nice-looking, that time. Oh and i just watched the FULL video and there's Wesley Snipes too :)

And many more songs...but these FOUR videos/songs really got cemented into my memory forever.

Thank you sir....God bless you and may you rest in peace. I do not believe the allegations against you.

Down Lover's Lane

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 13:37:00 +0000

This was in the shady Permatang Pelajar pathway...i was in my 2nd year at USM and having a relaxing time (before exams...)

I have always been alone. But i'm not lonely.

But when i feel lonely; i am NOT alone. And i'm grateful for that. My LOVE is always with me.

...and other companions...

This is a time when i feel...i couldn't describe it...

You are my Paradise

You are my Obsession

You are my Wishes

You are Ease to my soul

You are Relief for my eyes

You are a Knock on the door of my heart

I know not much else, but i do know this;

I see my God in You, oh what am i to do?

I bow my head to You.

At times it is Your Fragrance; at times it is Your Words

You are that which Lightens up my heart

You are a lifetime of Treasures

Softly it came, tormenting me

Whenever you smile,

It makes the spirit inside me spin with Joy

You are my Good Fortune

You are my Devotion

*adapted from Tujh Mein Rab Diktha Hai. I dedicate this to the one who is in my heart.

Smooth Operator...healing my heart

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:14:00 +0000

*Ayah, do you mind me uploading this image?*

Erm, i've already uploaded it...It's one of my favourite paintings :)

Was my Virgo Sun/Sagittarius Moon/Leo Ascendant father's painting back in the 80's. The model was Brooke Shields. His most prettiest muse, my opinion.

Look at it. She's pretty. But see what's beside her head...THAT'S what captures my imagination.

I was already a crawling baby then...i crawled around the house and always passing by this painting and staring at it. I remember the 'yellowness' of it on top of the yellow carpet of our old Cheras house (no it's not a yellow house).

Have i mentioned that i had a long memory? My memory started very young; during infancy. I can remember all the fuzziness of a baby's perception of the world. The scents. The feel of things in my hand. The taste in my tongue of every food i eat. The sounds i hear.

I remember sitting on my father's lap watching him paint. Visiting him in his studio and watching him airbrush (such a thrilling device!). He represents my Sun.

I remember my mum feeding me, taking care of me. Most i remember, she always takes me out to town. Well it's my mother's hands that i remember most, coz it does alot of things to me and for me :D She represents my Moon.

Who represents my Ascendant? My brother of course. He came out 8 years after i have established my own Kingdom in my family...but he feels like my twin though.

WHO represents all three of me? My LOVE of course :)

And my future husband? Wait and see...but he must be my Sun. And i should be his Moon...

I took sick leave today. I was feeling blank yesterday....'MY HEART WAS NOT IN MY JOB' ...

That's what i automatically typed to November guy *bless you; you have been patient!* when the office felt too constricting to my very soul. I was able to do my job, and i was calm and controlled.

But my heart was crying....it was asking for a release, for some solitude, for some nourishment. NOURISHMENT. I have been neglecting my spiritual duties. That's why i became weaker and weaker as the weeks go by...and spirits seem to want to disturb me. And my bravery running low.

Slept and dreamt more deeper dreams. Woke up with work in my head; got it over and done with at 8:45 (emailing my colleagues) and now on to MORE healing of my heart.

I will need to go back to my realm.

Berkat Air Hujan...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:27:00 +0000

....hujan asid....

Friday! It was a hazy morning...and it turned out to be a rainy evening....RAIN!!!!! RAIN HAS COME BACK TO ME!!! (before you judge my enthusiasm, let me elaborate)

It has been SO long since i REALLY enjoyed the rain, or FEEL the rain (you see, i'm writing in capital letters, see how delirious i am now)...maybe i was too absorbed in my work life to notice the rain OR maybe the rain was dull itself. Till today.

The whole day felt cold. I always feel the cold, but this cold was....COOL. It enhances my mood!!

....or was it because i slept soundly for a full 8 hours and it gave me energy without lethargy (what the...i should check that word next time before using it)...

But, on second thought, i was just mellow the whole morning and the afternoon...then when evening came, it was dark outside. Damp. And something is singing inside of me...

Later after work (when i finally get to go down after watching a game of ping-pong...hmm it really does make the office merrier when you add more men :D), we ran in the rain to cross to the other side. HEAVY RAIN. COOLING rain...It has CHARACTER and BODY (no, i'm not talking about coffee)...it carries...EMOTION!

This made me remember the time when i saw an almost rainy atmosphere in my office area, last year. I was standing across it, waiting. Then i took this picture (above). But it didn't rain...instead it just gave me drizzles of possibly acidic raindrops which hit my head and gave me micro-concussions (headache la).

I ran in the rain today and got drenched (but my Prism is still safely dry). It inspires me to write or rather, re-write lyrics from my favourite song from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi...Haule Haule

Slowly...slowly...a breeze is blowing

Slowly...slowly...medicines are working

Slowly...slowly...prayers are answered

The Moon rises...slowly

A veil lifts...slowly

INTOXICATION hits you...slowly...

My Friend, have a little Patience,

Do not Worry so much,

Life is too short for that!

Slowly...you will be in Love

Water's content

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:27:00 +0000

Westin Hotel, 8th June 2008, 8:14am.

I was standing at the entrance of Westin Hotel. Early morning. RAINING. Looking at its neighbour, Pavilion. Which is like a second haunt for me. No, make that my official FAVOURITE haunt. Because we always seem to go there almost every week it feels ridiculous (but we go home satisfied; and i feel rejuvenated). What do we do there, you ask? Shopping? Hardly no.

We go there to EAT, WATCH MOVIES, AND WALK AROUND like we own the place...ha ha...

Forget about Pavilion. I'm missing it these few weeks...pathetic, i know...*rolls eyes*

Back to the picture. I was staying there with family and a family friend for one night. I got to sleep on the sofa (i'm always Sofa Girl in hotel rooms when i see the chance)...and i woke up at 5am.

Took a long bath. And making plans in my mind to go out and take a walk by myself. But of course realistically, i can't do that. So i just content myself in savouring the moment by listening to my music and exploring the hotel literature (brochures and menus laaa) quietly while the others slept...

Then they woke up...the girls...and we agreed to go out for a morning walk and find breakfast!!! Yippeee...i get to do what i wanted to do after all!

And so we went out and stood outside of the hotel entrance. Raining! (my heart was singing). And as the mummies went to borrow some umbrellas, that's when i took this photo.

It was surreal...me at my favourite place and basking in the morning rain...sheer bliss...practically no one on the road, or anywhere...it's just us...walking in the slow drizzle as we continued our walk to find breakfast...it's just like in my dream...

I think Venus will be written soon, the time has come. But...not tonight.

Creature of Love

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:27:00 +0000

Awana Genting Highlands 8th February 2009, 9:43am

We were out on a morning 'jog' (or stroll, as in my real intention)...after a big hearty breakfast (yum! my favourite meal of the day, and they serve it so good).

As we were going around towards the apartments below...MIST enveloped us. I was walking along after my brother and Sidekick and my mum, when i felt someone tapping my shoulder. But i know for sure there was no one behind me...only a thick blanket of mist...

Uhh, well there are and always will be Invisible Beings around us, no? :) Just ignore and respect...

Oh, to November Guy: Keep praying :) And you will be alright. I shall always pray for the well-being of all the people in my life.

After that mysterious and curious 'tapping' on my shoulder, i stopped after the bend and stared up front. The mist was slowly enveloping all around us...This is where i got the picture. And all thoughts about the 'Tapper' was gone instantly as i absorbed the beauty and coolness of the atmosphere...so cold yet i felt so warm inside...i felt like grinning like a Cheshire cat but my facial muscles was not working at that moment haha..

Change of topic. Venus is here.

Right, so i shall continue writing about the planet Venus. Venus shows our social side. Within relationships, we tend to show our Venus side. It's more pronounced when you are IN love. With a bang! That's the time when you will be MOST affected by Venus. Let's face it, Venus is the planet of LOVE (or more accurately, goddess of love in mythology).

Venus will only always be in 1 or 2 signs preceeding or following your Sun. If your Venus is in a different sign other than your Sun, then you will notice how differently you act when you are in a relationship, or when you are generally socialising.

If your Venus is in the SAME sign as your Sun...well you are just fortunate that you wouldn't get confused with yourself. Venus and Sun sharing the same sign means the characteristics are more true and stronger, and more enhanced. Your basic character suits your socialising methods.

My Venus is in Libra. I'm not going to describe how that is. But i can say that it is really different from my Sun in Scorpio...next time, maybe i will mention it here and there... :)

*sigh* back to my material world. My first big boss came to my office for a visit. So nice to see him again...i am forever grateful for his kindness and consideration. Him and my Saturnine female boss. If not for them both AND my favourite Pisces lady, i wouldn't still be working there...

*sigh* i would like to quote a Mercury man's words: "Love your job, don't love your company". Three times he repeated that to me. Interesting view...

I know what you are telling me

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:27:00 +0000

What's going on with you lately?

Hello again....that was nothing, just a part of a song's lyrics...hmm...it was a song i listened to, or associated with the One with the Cool Aura who calmed me :) With Love by Hilary Duff

I am actually, having an Expressionless Fatigue. I just coined that up. I was quite EXHAUSTED (mentally). There goes my pressure reading tomorrow, ouch...

Today i felt so alive yet so unattached to the world around me. Work was good. I survived. And i was clearly conscious. But i felt like i'm floating...

...like a bird flying around and realising that it is actually still only in the Bird Garden...which is still a giant...big...'cage'...

I have my main job. Still enjoy doing it. And then at times, helping with matters pertaining to THAT Customer. AND i had to still do extra responsibilities. Don't ask, i might tell later. NOT in the mood...

BUT I DO HAVE THE MOOD FOR: My Sweetheart Alya!!!

This one is one of my favourite pictures of her. When she was about a few months old. Her forehead, her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her eyebrows...her hands, her tiny tinkly voice (can also transform into plain big and loud)...her skin...her scent (the masam2 kind)....her NOSE (which is like a direct copy of my mother's) all equals to =

LOVELY.

Now she's all grown up and might i add, BLOSSOMED (Oh hey! She IS Blossom...while her two other sisters can each be the other two Powerpuffs) into a pretty girl of 4 years...my father just came back from KB and with videos of her...oh wow....

When she was born, she wasn't such a pretty baby. But she has the PRESENCE. And that gives her beauty. She was dark; she's not fair.

She has her own mind.

She is intelligent.

She is attractive, charming. Loud. Demanding. But so sweet when she chooses to be.

She has the headstrong character of an Aries...the true inner being of a regal Leo...and the sheer mannerisms and conditioning of a Virgo.

She felt good in my arms :)

Alright. I'm off to Dreamworld.

Black and White or Colour?

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:27:00 +0000

"Black and White la" *coz it's more cheaper* hehehe...

Went to print at an internet cafe...well my pretty trustworthy (and hardworking) printer of USM days is now unknown, as to its whereabouts...*sigh* i've neglected it...but it was actually faulty. Right after i reached home for good back from that island...

And wiled away the time by doing personality tests, and i found a great site...www.personalityquiz.net

Oh i'm still recovering from the shock of my results...especially about my priorities in life, eep...

*sigh* alright, till here...

Shakira's next door...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 31 May 2009 11:25:00 +0000

Apparently.

Guitarist boy playing to that song of hers...hmm...what was that...oh well can't come to memory.

Had an okay Friday...no no, it was good. Only that i was irritated sometime in the afternoon. Some BRILLIANT people thought i went for an interview yesterday when i was on leave. Bah.

Oh, let them be...with their own rash assumptions...horrendous even, in my definition. Huh. I'm bothered because it interferes with my intentions. Don't ask.

Oh! The Feather touched me again! (NOW i know what the Thing that i had no name for few years back: I'm calling it the Feather. It came to me, the name. It is a Feather because it FEELS that way.)

Note: I just took my dose of drugs. ANTIBIOTICS for my gums. Don't jump to conclusions. Hence, this post is gonna look all 'jumpy' and readability challenged. Err, there i go again.

ANYWAY...The Feather came to brush past me. So so pretty :)

Look at the picture below (time for my loopiness). Can you guess what this really is? Hint: I was hit by a crazy sense of creativity with an unlikely material into an unlikely mental image.

I'm going to throw caution to the wind and just Ramble...

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 31 May 2009 11:25:00 +0000

I am clearly needing more sleep (you see...how can you CLEARLY need sleep...) I OBVIOUSLY need some shut-eye.

Yet i am staying up because i am mentally bright and hyper.

Side effects: i can't be as bright in the day...but i get to just 'float' along in my own way...

Had two more upper back teeth growing. And apparently it's of no use, my favourite but very quiet dentist (MORE quiet than me) said, so i might as well get rid of it. After my gum stops swelling by next week probably.

Walked nearby MSU with a USM student saunter (go figure that out yourself).

Goals:
1. be humble like a bumblebee (Transformers is on TV now, argh).
2. No more downgrading (yes Ma'am*)
*you know who you are *wink*
3. Work hard on remembering my dreams.

Yes. Ok. Next time.

Rimba Mistikal

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 31 May 2009 11:25:00 +0000

Thanks no, TRIPLE QUADRUPLE thanks to my mummy for successfully downloading the song 'Tari Cinta Rimba Mistikal' by M. Nasir. I got tired of my search for the song, grrr...maybe i was just out on patience due to my busyness these few weeks...

I heard the song only once on radio, about 2 years ago. Lying down, early in the morning at 6:30 to 7am...waking up after one of my dreams and i decided to listen anything that's on morning radio...

There was a Cold. A certain crispness in the air (vaguely). Morning drizzle, outside of my window. It was just a random song...and i didn't change the channel for the music caught my ears...prettily calling me to Dream World...

No. They never mentioned the title or the singer. Darn it, but i was VERY sure in my heart that i will get it. Just like how i got Tarkan's 'Simarik' song. Which i only got after THREE years. Why 3 years? Because i didn't know the title, just the singer. And it's Turkish, so it's kind of hard to find...AND i only saw it ONCE on live TV.

How did i MATERIALISE my 'meeting' with the song? Sheer Linda Goodman theory: you will get what you want strongly in your heart. Err...it's called determination...though mine doesn't really work in the normal way...

Halt right there: WHAT IS NORMAL??? Stop this nonsense and let' get on.

Anyway, i was determined that i will FIND the song. (Back then, there was no Youtube of MP3 downloads...wonders of wonders, hmm). Then....the song came to me.

This is not about Simarik, so i shall keep the delightful memory of when i finally GOT the song :) maybe in future, yes?

Rimba Mistikal. Nothing spectacular (by my standards) about the music, but it's a great sound. And i LIKE it. But i never tried searching for it. Busy again (with this material world...gosh). Then last week, maybe the song was calling to me STRONGER than ever. Not maybe, it WAS calling to me. NOW. Right at this time in my life. So i start to search for it just relying on a wild guess (which was right, and i can't resist patting myself on my head, hee hee...).

Though M. Nasir's lyrics challenge my interpretation skills, he does know how to put colour in his words. My father's a fan. Me sometimes, some of his songs.

THIS one is my no.1 favourite. I'm pasting the lyrics here! *rolls eyes* ugh, i do not actually like pasting lyrics but today is an exception!

Tari Cinta Rimba Mistikal

Tinggallah segala sengsara
Kembalilah bersama tari cintaku

Kepada asalmu
Meniti masa purnama purba
Membelai tangisan mimpi-mimpi suci
Di rimba mistikal

Bebaslah segala cahaya
Memancar sinarnya ke rimba mistikal
Yang kian ternoda
Memancar rahsianya ke rimba mistikal
Yang kian ternoda (ke rimba mistikal)

Oh, rimba mistikal
Dengarlah suara batinku

Oh, rimba mistikal
Kini semakin bergelora

Oh, rimba mistikal
Dengarlah suara batinku

Oh, sayang, marilah kita
Menari kerana cintanya

Oh, sayang, marilah kita
Menari kerana rimbanya

They say, everything comes in due time. When you are ready, God gives you what only HE knows you are ready for.

Next time, see you :)

P.S: I got to talk to Alya. Oh my...what a big voice...

I do not condone Racism

noreply@blogger.com (Light) — Sun, 31 May 2009 11:25:00 +0000

Racism.. lets put an end to it Racism… STOP RACISM HERE AND NOW

A black man walks into a cafe one early morning
he noticed that he was the only black man there.
As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him…
The white man said “coloured people arent allowed in here.”
The black man turned around and stood up then said….

” When I was born I was black,”
“When i grew up I was black,”
“When I’m sick I’m black,”
“When I go in the sun I’m black,”
“When I’m cold I’m black,”
” When I die, I’ll be black,”

” But you sir,”
” When you were born you were pink,”
“When you’re sick your green,”
” When you go in the sun you turn red,”
“When you’re cold you turn blue,”
” And when you die, you’ll turn purple.”
“AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL ME COLOURED?”

Then the black man sat down and the white man walked away…

Please copy this onto your blogs and help erase Racism.