c'est la vie

Often I hear about honesty is a good virtue. We are asked to be honest; to others and also ourselves. The later part, sometimes, can be easily forgotten. Hence, let us all be honest to our very own self so we can appreciate every single thing we do.

This week is a hectic one for me. and of course, one of the best therapy is after every settles for the day, I am all alone in my own room, watching those studded stars on my wall before going off to dreamland. It’s one of the best feeling, ever.

Reminds me how I shed tears watching Eiffel tower being all colourful and beautiful right in front of your eyes. Love it!

So I made a little promise to myself, to visit Paris again, inshaaAllah. 

J

I shall visit Typo tomorrow because there’s something I’ve been eyeing and saving for.Hehe

kisah di pagi hari

"Kisahnya begini. Suatu hari, aku sudah terlambat untuk ke tempat kerja dan enjin kereta rosak. Lalu, aku membuat keputusan untuk menaiki teksi sahaja. Pemandu teksi tersebut cumalah sekadar seorang pakcik tua. Aku berbual sedikit sebanyak dengan pakcik tua tersebut mengenai keluarga, pekerjaan aku. Perkara-perkara biasa yang biasa dibualkan, tidak terlalu peribadi. Sampai di tempat kerja, aku bergegas keluar dari teksi memandangkan aku sudah terlambat. Tanpa aku sedari, rupa-rupanya aku dompet aku tercicir di dalam teksi tersebut. Aku hanya menyedarinya selepas meeting. Aku tidak keruan. No plate teksi semua aku tak ingat, apatah lagi untuk mengingati nama penuh pakcik tersebut. Namun, tidak lama kemudian, receptionist telefon memberitahu ada orang menunggu aku sejak dari tadi di bawah. Hujan lebat ketika itu. Rupa-rupanya pakcik teksi tadi sedang menunggu untuk berjumpa aku. Beliau tidak dapat masuk ke perkarangan ofis aku kerana tidak mendapat kebenaran guard. Dengan sekadar beralaskan baju hujan, beliau masuk setelah beliau Nampak aku keluar di pintu utama ofis untuk melihat siapa yang mahu berjumpa aku tadi. Pakcik teksi dating dan menyerahkan dompet aku. Itupun, dibalut dengan plastic kerana tidak mahu dompet itu basah terkena air hujan."

Ripped off from the conversation I’ve heard on the radio in one morning, on my way to work couple of years back. I cried listened to this story. According to the caller, he still is in contact with the cab driver and his family. Sincerity. It’s such a big word to honour, not just to others but to ourselves too. True love for oneself and others will fulfill us. :)

songs

Some irresponsible dudes had been singing all-night long so I couldn't go to sleep as fast as I wanted to.

I stretched my hand to the edge of the bed, and reached out for my earphone. Plugged it to my phone and surprisingly As long As you love me by Backstreetboys was on the playlist. I listened to the song and smiled to myself.

Seriously.

It’s so true that certain songs are embedded with certain memories that we have gone through for the past years and I couldn’t thank dear Almighty, Allah more for what he has blessed me with.

Listening to these songs indirectly reminding me that there are always more and more to chase in life and to know that hereafter stores more happiness to us. My imagination travels around the world for every song that seem so special.

Take I Want It That Way for example; when I close my eyes listened to this last night, I think of Ireland.

Viva La Vida has always transported me Scotland (Stardust’s shooting location to be specific)

Up up north

Where you wanna go this time?
-chasing the northern light.

Oh, Norway. They say, sun never sets there on May thru August. It really is beautiful.
-so i've heard. I can't wait to see Aurora dancing in front of me and that really is beautiful from the pictures i've got. But i adore sunset, hence i dont really appreciate the the second fact you've mentioned.

I like travelling. Haven't been in many places yet, just a few that really took my breathe away. I smile thinking about how the fresh air in Interlaken, the coldness of the weather and the smile of the locals to see that a tourist like me, who never really been anywhere,say, seasonal countries; seem so mesmerized by the beauty of it. I can't help but gulping hard looking at snow covered mountains when the train pulled at the Jungfrouyoch station, located on top of Alps. I teared of,course. I can't imagine something as white as snow could be so magical and right there and then, i fell in love at the first sight. I hugged my sister tight because it was so cold and we walk for hours down the mountain.

Pictures can never really depict the true beauty such that.

Subhanallah.

on thoughts

Somewhere near the afar past, I blog-ed about event.

Nope.

It’s more like routine. I blog-ed about my daily routine, as in what did I do between classes, or what I had for breakfast. Or, how sleepy I was in certain classes (read: reservoir modelling)

I have a lot to blog, really. Life is in the fast lane for the past years with whirlwind shifting interests or some I would say, habit, between this and that left me with nothing to speak in here.

And maybe, being an adult, with the insecurity of being falsely judged by my own writing, fearing things will speculate and there, came to a point that as much as I feel awkward to say it out loud, - came to a point, I don’t want to reveal things that are important to me to the world anymore. Secrecy and solidarity matter now.

Of course, bottling things up is never really a wise cure for mind turbulence; be it on a cloud 9 happiness or dive-nose-first sadness, but this is the age I know to whom I call for. Funny, how things changed.

Well, the point is, keeping a journal is sort of essential if you do too, own the idea of:

1- Insecurity; readers don’t really understand what you’re trying to convey. articulation, is important as much.

2-You the one feeling the unimportance of your entry that you know eventually leads to nowhere yet still want to pour your thoughts somewhere.

Frankly, I have this urge to delete this whole thing one day.

But reading back the things I wrote, it’s kinda define who I was or maybe still am and that, ladies and gentleman, is my certain kind of joy.