Monthly Archives: March 2015

Life is good when…


You meet a special person and they make you smile by just being themselves. You don’t have to act different around them, just be yourself…

You have a drink in your hand and the sun is fading in the background.
You’re with family.
You’re busy having fun.
You don’t have to work and you can be a bum all day. =D
You write something that inspires you and others enjoy reading.
Life is good when you’re in harmony. It’s good when you’re positive.
Life is good when you have the right loyalties and hold them in the right scale of values.
Life is good, so say Alhamdulillah for what you’re blessed with. =)
In the end it goes like this – The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction not a destination. – Carl Rogers
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For You..!! Yes, You..!!


Before I met you I was like a flower in the desert withering in the hot burning sun and then you came along and became my salvation.  After one kiss my soul became alive and refreshed and just like a flower, suddenly my petals began to bloom back to life as I became whole again.

This is what love and hope does to a person.

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A special note for you….”Thank You”

Today, I wasn’t motivated to write anything special on my blog and I felt like I was letting some of you down.

As I was sitting around staring at the keyboard and wondering what I can come up with, nothing really popped into my head except the words “Thank You”.  We all have choices and I realized some of you have chosen to visit my blog and read my contents and that’s when those two words jumped into my head and I knew I had to take the time to write you a simple “Thank You” for appreciating my writing and giving a few moments out of your busy schedules to read my blog.

These are the moments I enjoy the most. When I see my hard work and time spent staring into space until the semi-coherent thoughts start making some type of sense on the screen.  For that I thank you once again and I will do my best to continue to put words that inspire, make you laugh, cry or even dislike me just to keep you coming back for more.

Today I paused for a moment and I was grateful for the small audience I am building all because of you.

Thank you fellas, visitors, friends, family and strangers….you have made me proud of my Writing Realm.

Thank “YOU”.


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Back To Childhood =)

The anticipation was great. I decided to take a trip down memory lane. It was all going fine. Not too many bumps in the road. Little bumps that I was able to go over with ease. As I began to go further back, I knew in order to be true in my sharing of the past, I needed to find my childhood diary. That is where I escaped to, writing and drawing in books which I worked so hard to hide — however, not always successfully. 

I searched for my childhood secrets. Went into my closets, pulling out cartons in hopes of finding them. But each carton I pulled out was filled with other things, from old framed pictures to plaques and awards. I always think how wonderful it would be to have someone follow me around recording my life so it would not be lost. It was getting late and I was ready to give up. As I climbed up the ladder again to return one of the cartons, I noticed a box in the back. I reached in and managed to get it, almost dropping it as I carried it down and set it on my table. In black marker, it said on the back “Diaries”. I slit the tape and opened the box. There, inside was my diary stacked one on top of the other. I sat down and began reading every page of it.

All of a sudden, I found myself transitioning back to my childhood. My head started to hurt me and I felt my eyes welling up. Soon, I could not stop the tears from falling. I had gone back to a time that I wished had never happened, a time I was happy was in my long ago past. I felt brittle and sad and angry. I knew then that I had found what I needed to share with the world in order for them to experience what I had experienced.

A little throwback:
Don’t you wish you could go back and enjoy it all again? I bet you had loads of childhood memories right?

Burnt milk takes me back to my childhood; Too-eager-too-please late night hot chocolates

And nights when I fell asleep and had to be carried to bed.

If I was cheated of anything it was pretending to be

Asleep while someone you absolutely trust picks you up

And places you safe into your bed.
I always wanted to cook. I started off with eggs.
A family friend took me aside one morning

And told me that if I wasn’t going to do it right, I wouldn’t

Be allowed near the pan.

I learnt then that eggs do not enjoy falling from heights

Into too-hot frying pans

And that cracked yolks don’t taste as good.

I don’t think I’ve reached that high; not since I stopped

Cracking eggs above my head.

I don’t smoke because I find the memories too damaging to my lungs.

I think what I’m trying to say is I prefer my yolks broken, my milk burnt. =(

Yes, growing up is all this and yet more. It is the daily discovery of a whole new world, of perceiving new meanings in life, of encountering novel experiences and feelings that bring new colors to the landscape. It is that privileged stage of life when everything is so important and yet, nothing is important. Life is taken one day at a time.

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