Stop, Breathe and a little prayer.

If there’s anything that I’ve learn from the past few weeks or even months is that sometimes, it’s good to just stop and breathe. Yes, just breathe and enjoy the simplicity of life. Last week I felt like I was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown or some sort of major anxiety attack due to a series of challenging events. But I didn’t- thanks to a few kind hearted souls that God has blessed me with in this life of mine.
Sometimes I wonder what is it that I’ve done to deserve such great friends like them. People who have been with me through thick and thin. Last Friday Mama Jo send me an email at work and in that email towards the end she wrote a prayer for me! A prayer for me! That instantly put me into tears- tears of joy and relief. Of course to the Queen whose uber kind words and devoted support never fail to comfort me at the worst of times.
Anyway yesterday was just a prove of all of that. Met up with Mama Jo for some superb lunch at Shoya and later on watched the ballet/musical- Edward Scissorhands. After that we did some unexpected vintage shopping at Retrostar ( I think that’s what it was called). I am glad Mama Jo liked the vintage bag that I got for her ;). Later on that night I went over the YL’s place and she made me some yummy udon and miso soup while waiting for Queen. The three of us just could not stop laughing our heads off. It was just great.
Next week there’s thread den to look forward too and hopefully Wicked as well *wink*. So exciting!
Despite the few bumps that I am currently going through, life is still beautiful.
Going to end this post with some long over due photos. Cheerios!

a little piggy brooch thanks to Mama Jo ;)

Yie Wei in Melbourne.

Kay's Bday at Robbie Burns

Ai Mee's Bday at some Mexican restaurant.

Mamma Mia after dinner at Automatic.

Cyn's Bday at Mamma Vittorias-Cycle 2!

Ya lah ya lah I know we like to eat-ALOT :P

Keling

A heart felt poem written by Sheena Baharuddin.

7 a.m.
cool breezey,
me looking as muslim as muslim can be when:

She sees me,
points at me
roots me out from my solid ground
"are you a keling?"
she asks me accusingly.

Funny how seconds stretch into eternities when one is under the scrutiny of a thousand eyes giggling, laughing, demeaning-
me.

Funny how
in one word short
she undermines the sufferings of my grandfather,
him chained to the feet in a land
he was brought to slave in,

him making sounds that would soon define who he is

Kling kling kling,
goes the sound of the chains
kling kling kling,
goes the sound of me.

in one word short,
she forgets that her ancestors and mine
shared the same blood line and faith
we used to revere together at the breasts of
Shiva, Ganesh and Kali

Yes Kali, the mighty goddess who
crushed
a thousand armies
with the beat of her violent dancing

kling kling kling,
goes the sound of her anklets
kling kling kling,
goes the sound of me.

Suddenly:
7 a.m.
hot scorching,
me looking as keling as keling can be
a crying girl was all
that was left of me
yes

that WORD became me.