Friday, May 30, 2008

.: Home :.

Tribute to unity and harmony.

Ever since young, my family has always taught me to treat everyone as equals.

.>>. Race, religion and cultural backgrounds are insignificant.

.>>. What matters most is the person inside.

.>>. It's not about Me or You... it's more of US.

.>>. Getting the message across to achieve a common goal.

.>>. Once you grasp the gist, only the sky is your limit.

As the saying goes... "United we stand, divided we fall."

Per se, I'm not the kind to feature videos but since this is for a good cause, I figure that I can bend the rules a little. All in the name of promoting unison @ home.


Malaysian Artistes for Unity

direct lyrics .:. simple song .:. but the heart is there

*can you feel it...?*

"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."
2.00pm Malaysian Time

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

.: The explorer :.

Exploration into the unknown.

Recently, I went to the YMCA Kuala Lumpur with my sis. As she was having her classes, I spent the time snooping around the area, doing a little exploration of my own to this unknown part of KL.

Even though I have been *and stayed...* in KL countless number of times from the time I was born up till now, I dare say that there are still many places that I have yet to visit. And I'm proud to admit that out loud. Haha! Proves to show how much of a lazybone I am... Somehow, the idea of staying at home has always been more appealing to me than anything else. *much to the contentment of my family...*

So there I was, at the YMCA. While waiting, I scribbled in my notebook. I have this tendency to scribble and doodle when I'm bored. Beautiful scribbles, don't you think? *didn't anyone tell you that flattery gets you nowhere ... ?*

If you can't comprehend my writing, you're not the only one. When I was in primary school, I have been told by my teacher that my writing is equivalent to germs. In high school, it's equivalent to bacteria. *now, can anyone tell me what's the difference again ... ? * At work, it's just small.

Putting that aside, nearby is the Malaysian Association for the Blind. All along, I never know that it's there. Unlike the other parts of KL *or the majority of the places all over Malaysia for that matter*, the pavements, signages, crossings and etc. are user-friendly to the blind. Surely we need more of these amenities to accommodate to the needy.

There is a hill located near to a school. Apparently, they are having their canteen day of some sort, selling foodstuff and having games. I trekked up the hill and the view from there was spectacular. At that point in time, it didn't occur to me that it's quite dangerous to go there alone. Especially since it's rather desolate. *but there are stairs at the foothill ...! Thank God for that! Skirts and court shoes are a definite no no.*

In general, I spent a good 1 hour scouting the area, making new friends and getting annoyed.

A quote I read up during the weekend:

"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."

Mark Twain
Spread a little kindness , will you? ^
4.42pm Malaysian Time

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

.: 出せない手紙 .:

Unsent letter.

Rummaged through my cds and found a piece of song that I haven't heard for years. *it's a sad Japanese song*


「そのうち会おう」と 笑って手を振った

「そのうち」なんてもう ないこと分かってる

毎日誰かと平気な顔して 虚ろな約束交わし


僕らはずっと無邪気なまま 両手広げ

気ままに渡る青いい風を ほほに受ける




きらきら揺れる白い波を 追いかけてる





出せない手祇を捨てられないのは 終わりにしたくないから


遠くで叫ぶ君の声が なつかしいね

心は素百になれなって もどかしいね


数え切れない真夏の星 思い出せる?

心はいつも君といるよ 忘れないで



輝く雲の城を越えて 虹を見せて.

怖いくらいの夕焼けにも 足を止めて

二度と会えなくても 夜明けはやってくる






Remembered crying buckets of tears. *along with the painstaking hours of learning Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji... only to forget it now... haha!* I'm not posting the translations coz although I know it by heart, it'll only make me cry so it's best to avoid doing so.

I am such a sap.
2.52pm Malaysian Time

Friday, May 16, 2008

.: Simply breathtaking :.

Rise and shine.

During my Hajj trip, I made several friends from various backgrounds. Some of them are from Saudi, Malaysia, China, India, Pakistan, Turkey, Indonesia, Egypt, Singapore and etc. Despite the language and cultural barriers, we managed to pull it off using hand gestures.

The picture of the Holy Kaabah was sent to me by my Pakistani friend yesterday night. From time to time, I'll receive photos on the latest developments there. Seems that not much has changed. Perhaps photos of the surroundings
will give me a clearer picture...

king back, mere words are not able to describe the experiences that I had. It was an eye-opener. Still am greatly speechless and amazed. All in all, going there made me realize, think and reflect on various matters, especially on my approach in life.

"If you're going to wait till you are ready, then you'll never be ready."

Words from my mum.

Taking chances and having the courage to do so... I still have got a lot to learn. In all honesty, I am a not a pious individual and I only practise the fundamentals. Kindly relay any queries on religious issues to the appropriate people as I am not proficient enough. *trust me on that*

Thanks mum. Thanks dad.

6.43am Malaysian Time

Thursday, May 15, 2008

.: Like the wind :.

It comes and goes.

Everyday I wave and say goodbye...
Only to come back with a warmth awaiting at the doorstep...
Yet today is not like any of the days...
As it is you that bade farewell... for life...

Separation is inevitable...
I have known that all along...
Though as long as the memories remain...
Your presence shall always be felt...

Like the wind... you come and go...
I may not be able to see you...
I may not be able to touch you...
But I just know that you're there within me...

And that is more than enough.

:: Thank you for letting me be a part of you. ::



In memory of my beloved hamster. A hamster. A friend. A companion. She died this morning. Though it pains me, given another chance, I will gladly go through it all over again.

8.23pm Malaysian Time

.: The inevitable :.

Taking it one step at a time.

It's been roughly 4 months since I came back. A lot of things had happened, both bitter and sweet. Resolutions were made and I am learning to perceive life in a more optimistic approach, albeit the fact that at times my mind tends to float around in empty space and I do get sidetracked to the point of being superficially unsound on certain occasions. Irregardless, the point is that at the very least, I do try so that's all that matters. Results aside that is.

Apart from that, I have always believed in that we are not to pass judgement on others and that the process of understanding a person's behaviour and aiding whenever possible will indirectly enable us in knowing more about ourselves.

"The hand that gives is more meaningful than the hand that receives."

Genuinely helping others without expecting anything in return is by far one of the ethics that I stand by with. In spite of this, there are times thereby under certain circumstances, people relatively have the misapprehension of my intentions or rather... they deem that I am weak when in fact I can be such a softy or melodramatic queen depending on the situation. Surely, we can't please all now can we? Particularly the dense. *sarcasm at its best*

Anyway, the past 2 weeks have been pretty hectic for me. Running around with appointments, work, family, social engagements and rediscovering a part of me that I have long lost in the passage of time. I suppose, it's just about time for me to decelerate and catch a hold of the finer things in life.

After all, if the shoe fits. It fits. No point in arguing any longer.

This is so random.

7.20am Malaysian Time

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

.: Mama says :.

"Eat your veggies."

Well... not really. I had a spat with my mum last week. Not something great to talk about. Haven't had one with her in years so it felt really bad. To be honest, I can't remember what it was all about. But we're on good terms now. ^^ That's the thing about family, no matter how severe the disagreement is, by the end of the day ... family is still family. They will always be there for you to fall back on. *in my humble opinion that is... others may not think the same...*

Speaking of mum, mother's day is just around the corner and although my family never celebrate it... I would like to wish to all mothers out there...


PSA :: Kids, tweens, teens and whoever... respect your mums. After going through pregnancy for 7 to 9 months & enduring hours of that wretched pain in the surgery room battling with her own life to give you yours... the least you can do is appreciate her. Sure she nags... she worries a lot... she drives you nuts at times... but that is what being a mum is all about. You can't expect dad to do all that, can you?

My dad... ... nagging... ... NOPE.

Always treat others the way you want others to treat you. How true.
3.23pm Malaysian Time