in the absence of light. // 20121003 //
That night we were on a boat in pitch black, amazed by the sight of nature flickering in the night, hovering over mangrove trees along the river bank; like seeing teeny bright stars up in the darkest sky slowly making their way down to us. Just one of those 'for our eyes only' moment, where even the best performance camera fails to capture.
That's firefly watching in Cherating, in case you wonder.
We just sat there in the absence of light, not really talking, not even looking at each other, just enjoying the moment. The kind of feeling thats so overwhelming it scares you. I wouldnt describe it as happiness; its beyond that. Its comforting to be around someone who already know your stories, who can cut through the bullshit and tell you exactly what they think of you and know your mistakes and love you just the same.
Oh, we're getting married. Pop that confetti!
The King; Telok Chempedak, Kuantan.
flood of thoughts. // 20120506 //
while been busy doing....well nothing particularly fruitful, its been actually lovely chilling to my own schedule. its nice to slow down for a change; feels like calmness flood through me like water. filled with an overwhelming sense of relief, an idyllic last-minute weekend getaway trip miraculously happened. amazing how perspective can change after a quick trip.
read more on that here , here and here.
read more on that here , here and here.
also i have this love-hate thing going with the hometown, well essentially i am a city person; thrive on action, on people moving rapidly around me, on drinking coffee with music turned up to deafening levels, even on traffic jams, all evidence to the contrary. so i guess a weekend of being away is all i can take and i guess every now and then its important to do what you want and just screw everyone else.
Pangkor Island, Perak via Anne.
hometown glory. // 20100608 //
im not too crazy about the city, heaven forbid they think of me as the city girl. here i am sitting crossed legged in the middle of the big city, missing my hometown. with me; its like i have a public relationship with the city and a private relationship with my hometown. im not saying that im trying to live a normal surburban life (not at this age anyway) but i guess when things turn into a carefully practiced routine, faces turn into blurs of familiarity and after a while everything becomes too intense and less artistic and more artificial, i neeeeed to escape badly. perhaps when everyone is busy putting an act to appear stand off-ish all the damn time, the enigma vanishes and they become regular people. im pretty sure if opah back home finds out what each and everyone of us is up to outside ipoh, she'd come straight down and take us back and immediately get us married off. lol.
anyhow, was in kuantan a few days back for a dip in Pantai Cherating under the muggy hot sun and also for an awesome dinner at Palm Beach Teluk Chempedak. its cool that we Malaysians, have decided to keep places like Kuantan, Ipoh and Melacca just the way they are. If not peace-freaks like me would probably become suicidal; trying to drown ourself in the ridiculously cramped buildings with stilettos, perfectly combed hair and the most fake smile on a carefully done up face. hah!
Cherating, Kuantan.
new found hatred. // 20100518 //
despite my undying love for travelling, there are a few put offs that i, had to numb myself to. was in europe and the middle east in a group of 26 (16 of which are my family) via tabung haji travel with the aim of performing umrah and pay visits to the islamic heritage. as much as i would love to eloborate on that, im exhausted ; so ill get to that after catching up with reality.
now, lets get back to that 'few put offs' shall we? i dont think i can bear it any longer.
this is in regards to my general dislike of pak arabs since forever. as known to all, kuala lumpur is flooded with them. call me racist all you want, my dislikes are always supported with concrete reasons. now, that i had landed foot on their ground, my general dislike had turned to a complete hatred. tell me, what is there for them to be too arrogant and selfish about? im pretty sure that if its not because of the al nabawi mosque, al haram mosque and the magical islamic history, they would not even matter.
the airport officers for instance, were horrible creatures. forget about them putting on a smile or saying hello, all they do was scream maniacally in public; acting like they were gods and we were slaves. pak arab visitors were ignorant and impatient, did not believe in the term 'queue up' , one even stole our trolleys at the airport. we witnessed countless numbers of pak arabs punching each other in the face, splashing blood. mind you, this also happened right in front of the masjid al-haram. as much as i try to convince myself that they are respect worthy, i failed each time. the men grossed me out, they stare and weird the heck out of me. its like when i walk, an instant porn movie was playing inside their heads. i was irrirated and ended up wearing a veil (honest!). later i realized why women there do too. even the ustaz who was incharge is on the same page as me on this.
now, lets get back to that 'few put offs' shall we? i dont think i can bear it any longer.
this is in regards to my general dislike of pak arabs since forever. as known to all, kuala lumpur is flooded with them. call me racist all you want, my dislikes are always supported with concrete reasons. now, that i had landed foot on their ground, my general dislike had turned to a complete hatred. tell me, what is there for them to be too arrogant and selfish about? im pretty sure that if its not because of the al nabawi mosque, al haram mosque and the magical islamic history, they would not even matter.
the airport officers for instance, were horrible creatures. forget about them putting on a smile or saying hello, all they do was scream maniacally in public; acting like they were gods and we were slaves. pak arab visitors were ignorant and impatient, did not believe in the term 'queue up' , one even stole our trolleys at the airport. we witnessed countless numbers of pak arabs punching each other in the face, splashing blood. mind you, this also happened right in front of the masjid al-haram. as much as i try to convince myself that they are respect worthy, i failed each time. the men grossed me out, they stare and weird the heck out of me. its like when i walk, an instant porn movie was playing inside their heads. i was irrirated and ended up wearing a veil (honest!). later i realized why women there do too. even the ustaz who was incharge is on the same page as me on this.
AAH. relieved.
more stories soon.
sweet to taste. // 20100501 //
mabul island, siamil, kapalai @ borneo.
arent they brilliantly coloured? the yellow, blue, orange, green underwater life is a kaleidoscope of colour. its like i was swimming through a Picasso. a picture tells a million words, there's no tell-tale about it - God is omnipresent , fate is predetermined, faith is sweet to taste.
note: will be gone for seventeen days , trekking spiritual trails, in hope that i wont be doing any permenant damage to my personal relationship with my creator, insyaAllah. do miss me~
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o-ten in paris. // 20100101 // 0 XX
of love, of hatred, of lust, of enemies, of friends, of families, of money, of betrayal, of career, of failures, of denials, of lies, of honesty, of cheaters, of opportunists, of men, of first times, of ultimate-rebel scenes, of reality, of life.