Open House

I bought this book simply because it is in the list of Oprah Book Club Selection. Overall, there’s nothing special about this book. Very easy reading and my brain doesn't have to stop, think and read the whole sentence again. How come Oprah chooses this book. Entahlah. It’s a sad story but not to sad, one with a happy ending: woman loses self, finds self, meets man, and lives happily ever after. There’s goes my RM29.30. Luckily I purchase it online – ebook version – which is cheaper.

When good intention Meaningless

I’m upset. I don’t understand how my good intention being misunderstood. I shoot an email. The email has been misunderstood and perceived as I’m trying to control and take charge of a club. Someone did mention that I shouldn’t be involved in organizing any activities for the club.

Is it wrong to give helping hand and support? I don't get any cents out of it. I don’t have hidden agenda. But since this is the case, I decided to drop all this. Why should I contribute when they only see the bad in me.

Sepi

Cinta was a good movie. Therefore when Sepi was released I promised myself to go and watch it. Among the three short stories, Imaan & Khalil is the best and Sufi & Marya the weakest. But, I prefer Cinta over Sepi.

Is loosing someone over death is more tragic than loosing someone due to loss of love? I’ve been there. I find. I lost.

Same Mistake - James Blunt

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again I cannot sleep

Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars beneath my feet

Remember rights that I did wrong

So here I go

Hello, hello

There is no place I cannot go

My mind is muddy but

My heart is heavy does it show

I lose the track that loses me

So here I go

And so I sent some men to fight

And one came back at dead of night

Said he'd seen my enemy

Said he looked just like me

So I set out to cut myself

And here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance

I'm screaming at the top of my voice

Give me reason, but don't give me choice

Cause I'll just make the same mistake again

And maybe someday we will face

And maybe talk but not just speak

Don't buy the promises cause

There are no promises I keep

and my reflection troubles me

So here I go

I'm not calling for a second chance

I'm screaming at the top of my voice

Give me reason, but don't give me choice

Cause I'll just make the same mistake

So while I'm turning in my sheets

And once again I cannot sleep
Walk out the door and up the street

Look at the stars
Look at the stars falling down

And I wonder where

Did I go wrong

PS I love You

I’ve been watching ps I love you the movie again and again until I fall asleep. Have you wondered how life can be so different when someone that you always be with suddenly leave, disappeared or dies. It’s difficult because what they left behind is the memory… and we have to live with it. We remember the way she/he dress, the way she/he smile, the conversation, the being and how we felt… and suddenly life will never be the same again.

Sungai Pisang

The Journey















Happy Moments

Bukit Tabur

Believe

I want to believe that something good will happen at the end of it. I want to believe in good. I want to believe in people. I want to believe the good in people. I want to believe that things gonna change. Above all I need a reason to believe.

Cotton Candy

I bought myself a cotton candy for ringgit malaysia 2.00. I bought it not because I’m craving for sugar. I bought it because its signify happiness. When I was a little girl, my mom always bought us (my sister and i) a pink colour cotton candy (despite it will makes us hyper crazy). Should I eat this cotton candy? …. I don’t think so. Let see what happen to the cotton candy after 30 days…

Black April

There’s something about April. Maybe its coincidence or maybe April is a cycle for me to stop, think and start again. Whatever the reason is, I still want to blame April for putting me in a roller coaster ride and I don’t know for how long.

As I try to kill my time in a bookstore, I amazed of how I can learn from children’s book. It’s a conversation between 2 toys; a rabbit and a horse:

“ What is REAL?", asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you're made," said the Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then you become real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are real, you don't mind being hurt."

WOW… Aren't children's' books wonderful? :-)