Thursday, August 7, 2008

Oh Lordy..



Have you ever caught yourself blushing, inappropriately? It shook your core so hard, that you blush just with some innocent chat? All I can say is, wow...

Life throws punches and surprises at you, so suddenly.And sometimes, you don't even want to fight back,you're just breathless and wondering what the hell is going on.
Not knowing that you could feel that way, never thought you could.

Admiring your debonair afar

A loving that you shall never mar

With eyes so deep, getting lost for days

Mysterious in so many ways.

*laughing shyly, silently*

Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Awesome, Non-Stripper Bachelorette.




It’s important to feel safe. Safe in the sense that when you come home, you can be yourself. Your partner will not judge you when you make mistakes or say something wrong. You know that no matter what, he or she will always be there.

There are a few occasions in life that are every bit as beautiful, rare, and shining as they are intended to be. Even as you’re living them, you know that these are going to be memories you revisit for years to come.

Last Saturday was Billy's Hen's Night and it was naughty with so much more.. Riight girls!

I just love the idea of Girls Night, any girls night. I received the invitation via email from Vivien (Billy's friend and have the cutest courtesy to explain this: "Hi, I dont think you know me but kawan kita Billy tu nak kahwin dah. So, we're throwing her a Hen's night") Without even considering, I replied, "Yeah, I'm in!"

The moment I rang the room 817's bell, I was welcomed by Vivien. Funny how easy the introduction goes, as if we've known each other. And it goes for the rest of the girls, half of which I dont know who but we clicked- immediately. Then, I saw Billy.. Milly, Billy, Silly.. She's glowing, coz she's happy and I can see she's excited. She's thrilled that her girls gathered together to celebrate her last singlehood.. We then spent hours in 817, giggling and chatting like little girls, running back and forth to the other room and laughing and 'awww'ing over Sex and the City. I realized at one point that I missed the company of girlfriends, the constant chatter and the ability to process things out loud, discovering the commonalities of life that you thought were only peculiar to your own situation. Being by nature quite solitary, I usually relish my quiet, largely internal life, but on this day it was blessedly different.

The party was harmless. At 1 corner, manicure pedicure is in session. On the bed, girls gathered around, watching 'Sex and the City, the Movie'. Other corner, people chowing down MeeHoon and some vodka jelly. Sometimes it’s awkward introducing yourself to a group of people who don’t know you, but after some initial stiffness, we relaxed into an easy banter that belied the short amount of time these people had known each other. No matter their age or life situation, soon all these fabulous ladies were soon laughing and talking, getting to know each other, with their only common bond being Billy's friend and the celebration of their nuptials.

Wine's everywhere, it was fun until the drama of changing rooms because of the ridiculous piping matter. We suspect its just some lame reason to shift us girls in a 'bugged' room. Too bad neither brought their electronic detector device (lol).

Although I must admit that throughout the night, I cant sit tight. I'm constantly stealing glances at the door and the mechanic who fixed our sliding door. I was expecting, badly, for a male stripper. Yes, I am traditional and I believe a male stripper is the most cliche' method of celebrating bachelor or bachelorette party, and yet everybody made an exception for this particular cliche'. Too bad, none showed up. Sigh..

Finally, I had 1-on-1 talk with Billy. We never really 'talk' before, maybe its the surfing pressure. No girlie session allowed. I found her sweet, caring, kind, and most of all- crazay in love with Hafiz. I asked her, "Can you imagine yourself being with anyone else than Hafiz?" "No. (shake her head, so many times)" Simple and very honest.
"He is the sweetest and most caring guy I've ever met and he is for me. I cant wish for anyone better. Nadia, (while touching my hand and looking straight into my eyes) he's perfect. He's perfect for me. I love him". No elaboration needed.

This is just one of the countless touching moments I have caught in Billy's Hen party. Brides-to-be have such a terrific time with their girlfriends. Some are moved to tears to see their girlfriends surfacing on this special occasion. Others seemed to get closer because of the magic in the air. It is simply a celebration of love, being and sealing the love.

For Billy and Hafiz, all we need to know is that these two people have already become comfortable with one another. And that they're excited to be in each other's company. And that tells me that they have the foundation for a wonderful marriage: not just lovers, but lifelong friends as well. Years from now, may you look back, as the day you loved each other the least.

Love is what makes the ride worthwhile. And it's a wonderful thing when two people who were made for each other manage to fall in love. So I'd like to make a toast. And I'd like to make it with this thought in mind: May your love be like the wind, strong enough to move the clouds, soft enough to never hurt. So this is to you, Mariam and Hafiz, and a wonderful life together. Ladies and Gentlemen, to friends, lovers and soul mates. Congratulation..

Friday, July 11, 2008

Air Con- Respect.

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Tribute to all lovers


Sometimes people talk to me about love. And so I listen and try to remember about the magic and the glory of love. I listen and try to recall when I was bathed in the blazing heatstroke of love. I try to remember the moment that I was standing in the sweltering noontime of love, feeling the heat and the direct rays that blind you, that paralyze you, that envelope you. It is as if there was never shade in your life. It is as if you never stood under a tree away from the sun. It is as if you were never anywhere but here where you are now. And you can't imagine being anywhere but this place, in this searing heat as you are now.

But one day, you find yourself standing in the shade and wonder how in the world you ended up here after all. You are now either divorced or widowed or just quietly removed from the sun. And here you stand, draped in cloaks that cover you from head to toe, making it rather impossible to feel the sun even if you somehow made it out of the shade and wandered by chance into the full sun again. And so you sit in your chaise lounge chair, covered from head to toe in flowered purple cloth, sunglasses shielding your eyes, floppy straw hat on your head, watching from afar as the lovers of the world lay naked in the sun at noon and bake and bask and soak every single ray in. Notice how incredibly happy they look right now, at this moment, frolicing, dancing, laughing, singing, sighing, whispering, blowing kisses on the gentle breezes. I don't think love is foolish. It think it is privileged. I think it is timely.

There seems to be a time to dance in the full sun and burn with intensity. And there is also a time to lounge in the shade and watch from afar, detached and safe from harms way. And I think perhaps that we take turns. Some of us prefer to stay in the sun longer than others. Some of us are content to wrap ourselves in cool clothes and relax on the sidelines. I think we all have a turn at this or that, we all get a taste of sweet and sour. It wasn't really that long ago that I felt the sand between my toes as I danced in the noonday sun. And if you would ask a person that finds themselves alone after 50 years of marriage, "how long ago was it that you danced?" They would say, "Only a blink of an eye ago. It seems like only yesterday but the calendar says many years have gone by."

Its like wanting to have a great tan. So, you lay on this silver insulation and the sun reflected off of that shiney surface and burn you severely. You see the doctor and he said you got 2nd and 3rd degree burns now.So you never did that again. Then sometimes when you have protected yourself for so long and been so careful and reduced the risk of burning so consistantly - you come to the point where you say to yourself, "Am I still alive?" I think that's probably the day that you start to unwrap those mummified clothes and toss your straw hat on the lounge chair and kick your shoes off never glancing to see where they landed, and you set off barefoot to see if the sun still shines. So, this is a tribute to the lovers of the world who are standing in the noonday sun right now, bathed in the bright light of blistering love......soak it all in, as much as you can, because it seems like we take turns here on this merry-go-round we can home. And sometimes when I bump into a stranger on the street, it almost feels as if we were once locked in a dance long ago and I can almost hear the music playing from a distance. It seems like there was a tune that sounds familiar. It seems like I remember something, but it was so long ago that it doesn't matter right now. The time was then and the turn is over.

Friday, December 28, 2007

the tell-tale heart..hahha!


Congratulations all around...I have managed looking for something new to ear...Hmmm...Eating while i got huge signals of migraine...I puked like mad and my head betray me with surreal pain..I could have died you know. But I made it.Excuse the exageration.
Stuck again in INTI, for the third time...Suffer a great combination of pain, migraine and 'the time of the month' pain...Perfect!
I used to think impatience was my worst quality, I see now it may be patience...procrastinate, designate, create, consumate...and as they say, worst thing does not come all way...I had my time with my loved ones..simple but loving it!! You're the greatest Myan!!
I had one almost completely perfect day this weekend...Moment to moment, back to back...Sure wish I had someone here to screw it all up...Yup...Unhuh...Waiting...Wondering...Pretty darn quiet...Good...........

Saturday, May 19, 2007

touch me


Touch me
In secret places
No one has reached before

In silent places
Where words only interfere

In sad places
Where only whispering makes sense.

Touch me

In the morning
When night still clings

At midday
When confusion crowds upon me

At twilight
As I begin to know who I am

In the evening
When I see you and hear you

Best of all..

Touch me
Like a child
Who will never have enough love
For I am a girl
Who wants to be lost in your arms
A woman
Who has known enough pain to love

Touch me
In crowds
When a single look says everything

In solitude
When it's too dark to even look

In absence
When I reach for you through time and miles.

Touch me In the evening
When darkness comes early
And the softness of fur surrounds my face

In morning
When the sun makes me languid
And water laps at my feet In night
When lovers come alive

Touch me
When I ask

When I'm afraid to ask.

Touch me
With your lips
Your hands
Your words
Your presence in the room.

Touch me

Gently
For I am fragile

Firmly
For I am strong

Often
For I am alone.

Touch me
With your thoughts
That only your smile reveals
With your heart, your soul, your mind
Let me know that I am here
For I was made to be touched
by you and you alone..

Saturday, February 3, 2007

aftermath

Where does one go from here?
When a moment of time passes
When you feel the touch of fear.

Where does a love flourish?
When the darkness divides them
And the soul is malnourished.

The depths of uncertainty
Let it be known to me,
Without insanity.

The depths of insecurity
Let it flow like the river
Let it be blasphemy.

Why does life have its uncertainties? Why does it have to be so hard? Why do the unknowns scare people? Why do I keep feeling insecure? Why i kept sensing vibe that I'm not the one? Why do I let them bother me? Why do I let them run my thoughts? Why can't I get them out of my head? Why do things have to be so difficult? Why does society rule what people think of each other? Why do people stereotype? Why do people like each other? What is the reason for relationships? Why are people left hanging? What is the reason for people to get intertwined with feelings that doesn't let them lead the life they want to lead? Is there any point in life that a person can live without worry? Why cant people move on? Why I'm the victim? and why, why, why i kept feeling its just a fling?
Does anyone have any answers to these?


I feel the fear of uncertainty, stinging clear..
How much do i let the fear, take the wheel and steer..