The Wind Beneath Our Wings

Am totally in love with the words of the song Wing Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler.

We all have our own 'wind-beneath-our-wings'.
In my case, it's the strong ladies of my clan.
I would be grateful to have even half of their strength or wisdom.
The amount of trials and hardship they have braved through - it's beyond words.

Hats off to all of you, wonderful people.
You truly are an insiration.

I could fly higher than an eagle

But you are the wind beneath my wings..

Bitter-Sweet Symphony

It was indeed an eventful Aidilfitri.

A lot of emotions running - high, low, the whole combo.

There were definitely a lot of tears.
Even the skies were gloom, marking broken hearts and wounded feelings.
There was no better place to be than the sacred house.
Sheltered from hurtful words and tactless actions from those whom are too proud to be among us.

We are fine without you.
Raya is for us, for our family to be united and together.
You have chosen your path, so be it.
You are no longer a part of our family.
No more in our tree, definitely not in our hearts.

Leave us be.
We are happy.

Farewell My Friend

Saying goodbye is always hard. Especially when it comes to close friends.

Last Friday, I bade goodbye to yet another good friend. She's venturing into much greener pastures and I have no doubt that she will be appearing in electronic media pretty soon. I am so happy for her but as far as letting a good friend go, I'm not too happy about it. Oh well. One can't have everything one desires.

To my dear friend, all the best to you. I know you will do great. I'm gonna miss you lots.

Counting Crows

I have lost count of how many times I've read Harry Potter books.

Each time felt like a first. Each book, a page turner. Each story, a new adventure.
It's like my personal drug - I'm quoting Edward Cullen from Twilight movie.

I foresee many more re-reads to come and I'm looking forward to reading each and every one of them. Again.

So what's your poison?

Oh, those 6 packs!

I dreamt of Jacob Black last night. Abs and all - yums! I couldn't remember the details though. Darn.

Vampires are cool but this warewolve rules!

What becomes of the broken-hearted

There.

A new look for a new beginning, or the end of a chapter for this blog.

I can't even start justifying the reason why I have abandoned this blog for months. Of course, work got in the way and blogging time was down to a bare minimum. Truth is, I never really made time to sit and blog. I did kept my thoughts and rants in a journal. A black book with a dedicated silver pen. I suppose some thoughts are better kept off-line. Some things are better off kept to myself.

Well, let's pick things up where they were left off.

Top of the list - a good friend has left the company. Actually, good is an understatement. He's a great person and an exceptional friend. Of course, our 6-years-friendship went through ups, downs, turbulence and the sort. I guess that made us tighter. Seeing him go was hard. Preparing a farewell book for him was harder and accepting the fact that he's not sitting next to me in the office to share gossips, stupid, sometimes mean jokes and bitch about work was by far the hardest of all.

Heck. Life goes on.

Second on the list - a betrayal. Urgh. The thing I hated the most. Especially when it involves a close friend. I don't want to get into details but suffice to say that it hurt me deep enough. I couldn't even muster the energy to talk to her, let alone do the 'forgive-and-forget'. At least not yet. I am still hurting.

Again, life won't pause for my grieving.

Next, a bit of a damper to the whole scenario because the office is now brimming with people tendering their resignations. As much as I am happy for them to be venturing into greener pastures, I can't help but wonder how it would be without them. Friends that i shared rants, secrets, meals and shoulders to cry on - the kind of pals that don't come easily. At least not for me.

Nevertheless, life keeps moving on.

Tell me just how am I suppose to keep looking at the bright side when all the good things in the office are dissappearing rapidly?

How can one be happy when there's nothing much to look forward to?

I guess work will be just work for me after this. No more, no less.

Alas, life has to go on.

Owen the Great

Owen turned the fruit bowl into his play-pen.

It's amazing how a simple bowl could provide such wonder and excitement to a creature.

Maybe if we look a tad bit harder, we too could find something wonderful, interesting and special in the things that we do one day after another.

I'm gonna start by looking under the couch.

Some Cracked Spines

I own quite a number of books; some are not read (yet), some were read once while some are with visible cracks on the spines.

Of all the books I own, there are a few favorites - coincidently written by the same author. I realized that these few books are the ones I turn to while going through difficult times.

The spines of my Harry Potter books are without a doubt, the most pitiful.

I have absolutely no idea why I'm drawn to the sorcery world. I just do. I love drinking in all the details and getting lost in the stories. I dare say that the magical world offers me comfort. Even if it's temporary. Even for a while.

Sometimes a while is all you need.


Note:
I found this piece when I was clearing my files. For the life of me, I couldn't recall if I have publish it. Just in case I have not.

Oh gosh. It has been a really long time!

Well, work got in the way most of the time. Then there was the program I'm pursuing. Three weeks of training, 1 exam and 2 projects to complete.

A week of training done - 2 more to go.

I'm still trying to find a project and with a few more days to the second week of training, I don't even know how this is going to be. Most of the participants are with projects assigned by their bosses while I had to find one on my own.

With 2 projects running simultaneously, I just lack the time to actually sit and talk with the clients.

I know, I know. That should not be an excuse.

So. I'm off to find me a project. Later peeps.

Reaching for the Crow

I was getting ready to leave the house for work today when I saw Bear, our neighbor's cat (our favorite, btw) climbing our house fence, trying to get to something way up the street light.

Apparently he was aiming for a crow, perched on the pole. Believe me it was really, really high.

I left him to his pursue with a grin across my face, thinking 'silly cat'.

While braving through the usual morning traffic, I got into thinking about Bear's silly chase and the irony it's trying to tell me.

If a cat can be that optimistic, then I'm pretty sure I could do the same, if not better.

Maybe I should look at life from a different view - deal with life and the baggage that comes with it one day at a time and take things easy.

Less stress, better life, no?

Then again, it's also possible that God is trying to tell me to stop fighting a losing battle. Forget the impossible, don't focus too hard on unreachable targets and to maybe, be reasonable.

Life is funny, don't you think?

I think it is. Especially when you're trying to decipher life from a cat's crazy bird-chase!

Take it easy :)