Groovy Island Girl

thoughts.rants.passions.life.family. interesting finds.good & bad times.friends.people.what matters.what doesnt.what nots - in this journey of life of an island girl in an island state.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

goofing off with blogthings

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, 18th day of Ramadan. Today I am going to grandmas for a few hours – actually go take my mom home and of course break my fast. No rides today just the bus which I enjoy even better – plug music into my ears and enjoy the bus ride praying there will be no traffic jam at either sides of the immigration checkpoint – keeping fingers crossed. Since I am leaving at about 1 little after one I figured I would blog a little and take up sis Ann’s dare and do some blogthings ;)). Welcome back btw sis ;)) … So as I take a break from seriousness and goof off a little have fun reading my test results ……..

This first test I had to take :P maybe to re assure myself that I wasn’t addicted to the internet lol I am happy to say I am like everyone else – the internet isn’t my life cause some of us do have a life ;)) ….contrary to what others might think but then again who cares right? Tee hee …


You Are 43% Addicted to the Internet
You're somewhat addicted to the internet - but who isn't?

You can keep it under check, and you're by no means a hermit.

Now it’s the coffee test – ahh yes my favorite beverage ever. This is a must do for all caffeine junkies .. I think I took the test before or didn’t I? hmmm anyways I took it again anyways, it’s the ‘what kind of coffee are you’ and ‘what kind of coffee girl are you’ test. Hmm this should be interesting – I would when I was in school it was a triple shot grande Americano tall strong and lean and yes I was talking about coffee hmmmmm what were you thinking? Tsk tsk tsk :P another of my favorite coffee is the double tall soy latte – it pains me to be lactose intolerant but hail soy milk best thing to happen to the world of beverages… and the results are i……. hmm I am not as addicted to coffee as I used to be I have actually toned down when it comes to coffee …. *smiles angelically*

You Are an Espresso
At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic



At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung



You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping



Your caffeine addiction level: high


Sis Ann and I have the same results for this tee hee ..


You Are a Plain Ole Cup of Joe
But don't think plain - instead think, uncomplicated

You're a low maintenance kind of girl... who can hang with the guys

Down to earth, easy going, and fun! Yup, that's you: the friend everyone invites.
And your dependable too. Both for a laugh and a sympathetic ear.


The next test is the ‘are you a good cook ‘test. This I took but I think ill just take it again ;)) maybe ill rate different this time .. Let the drum roll ….. ta da here are the results .. Hmmm I am not sure about the accuracy of this but maybe someday some of you and I wish so much for this can taste my cooking and judge for yourselves :P …

You Are an Excellent Cook
You're a top cook, but you weren't born that way. It's taken a lot of practice, a lot of experimenting, and a lot of learning.

It's likely that you have what it takes to be a top chef, should you have the desire...


And to end the blogthings fun, it’s the ‘what sort of artist should you be test’. A poet ;)) … not sure if I am that but I do love to write and read poetry ..




You Should Be a Poet
You have a way with words... and a talent for drawing the pure emotions out of experiences.

Your poetry has the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. You just need to write it!

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Girl on A Mission - Operation:" Book Attack & Coffee"

It’s a Girl on a mission. This time is an attack of the good kind of course on books - Setting a goal to read 5 books in three months. Its 3 months till the end of the year. And seeing the school holidays are coming up in November, seven weeks of holiday with no plans so I think books would be part of that no plans school holidays. I decided to make a definite list of books that I want to ready by year end. I was actually inspired to this by a list I found on Oprah of 5 books that we should read at least once. I figured id change mine to Books I want to Read By end 2007’.

Books that inspire, moves me, feeds the soul, sets my passion on fire & take me to places in my mind and these five books is that. Seeing that my book wish list is growing longer and longer I figured this is the best way to attempt to read them all by setting goals but it seems when I take off 5 I add in 7 *rolls eyes* sounds like a diet don’t it ..

I have included that list as well as mine. 5 books to read in 3 months seems ambitious seeing work, cakes, writing & family are included in that time span but I will try. (Remember I am a girl on a mission ;)) ) The books are arranged in no order of preference. I have added another book for the just in cases. So that’s six and my goal is to read five.


I will start off with the list on Oprah before going to mine. I didn’t do the synopsis for these just because. But if anyone wants to know more about these books you can go to either amazon.com or powells.com




FIVE BOOKS EVERYONE SHOULD READ AT LEAST ONCE
By Vince Passaro



The wisest poetry, the most extraordinary prose: five top-shelf books that will blow open your understanding of the world.



Lolita
by Vladimir Nabokov

It blows open a new understanding of the world, its gorgeousness, its corruption and pain, all embedded in the 20th century's most extraordinary English prose.

Four Quartets
by T.S. Eliot

This is the most musical and wisest poetry in the language of our time and place. (Short of that, The Complete Poems 1927–1979, by Elizabeth Bishop.)



The Wisdom of the Desert: Sayings from the Desert Fathers of the Fourth Century translated by Thomas Merton
We all sometimes need to imagine what it would be like to live simply and purely, dedicated to a force larger than ourselves.

Waiting for Godot
by Samuel Beckett

We need to remember that just because we're sad, that doesn't mean we're not also marvelously comical and transcendently courageous.

Things Fall Apart
by Chinua Achebe

This, the first in Achebe's monumental and unsparing trilogy of Igbo life in western Africa, is the strongest and most important novel of the postcolonial world.


Books I want to Read by end 2007


1. The Witch of Portobello
By Paulo Coelho


2. Infidel
By Ayaan Hirsi Ali


3. Eat, Pray, Love
By Elizabeth Gilbert


4. Pay it Forward
by Catherine Ryan Hyde


5. Night
By Elie Wiesel’s


6. Kabul Beauty School
by Deborah Rodriguez and Kristin Ohlson


I am starting with Eat, Pray & Love J .. The synopsis of these books is on the previous blog ‘ A synopsis of the five’


A cuppa, a cosy corner, a good book – would anyone like to join me in a journey of discovery and far away places through the mind, through imagination spirit & soul ? :)

A synopsis of the five’

Sypnopsis of the 5 and 6..


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket The Witch of Portobello By Paulo Coelho

How do we find the courage to always be true to ourselves — even if we are unsure of whom we are?

That is the central question of international bestselling author Paulo Coelho's profound new work, The Witch of Portobello. It is the story of a mysterious woman named Athena, told by the many who knew her well — or hardly at all.


Among them:

"People create a reality and then become the victims of that reality. Athena rebelled against that — and paid a high price."
Heron Ryan, journalist


"I was used and manipulated by Athena, with no consideration for my feelings. She was my teacher, charged with passing on the sacred mysteries, with awakening the unknown energy we all possess. When we venture into that unfamiliar sea, we trust blindly in those who guide us, believing that they know more than we do."
Andrea McCain, actress


"Athena's great problem was that she was a woman of the twenty-second century living in the twenty-first, and making no secret of the fact, either. Did she pay a price? She certainly did. But she would have paid a still higher price if she had repressed her natural exuberance. She would have been bitter, frustrated, always concerned about 'what other people might think,' always saying, 'I'll just sort these things out, then I'll devote myself to my dream,' always complaining 'that the conditions are never quite right.'"
Deidre O'Neill, known as Edda


Like The Alchemist, The Witch of Portobello is the kind of story that will transform the way readers think about love, passion, joy, and sacrifice.


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Infidel By Ayaan Hirsi Ali

One of today's most admired and controversial political figures, Ayaan Hirsi Ali burst into international headlines following an Islamist's murder of her colleague, Theo van Gogh, with whom she made the movie Submission.

Infidel is the eagerly awaited story of the coming of age of this elegant, distinguished — and sometimes reviled — political superstar and champion of free speech. With a gimlet eye and measured, often ironic, voice, Hirsi Ali recounts the evolution of her beliefs, her ironclad will, and her extraordinary resolve to fight injustice done in the name of religion. Raised in a strict Muslim family and extended clan, Hirsi Ali survived civil war, female mutilation, brutal beatings, adolescence as a devout believer during the rise of the Muslim Brotherhood, and life in four troubled, unstable countries largely ruled by despots. In her early twenties, she escaped from a forced marriage and sought asylum in the Netherlands, where she earned a college degree in political science, tried to help her tragically depressed sister adjust to the West, and fought for the rights of Muslim immigrant women and the reform of Islam as a member of Parliament.


Even though she is under constant threat — demonized by reactionary Islamists and politicians, disowned by her father, and expelled from her family and clan — she refuses to be silenced.


Ultimately a celebration of triumph over adversity, Hirsi Ali's story tells how a bright little girl evolved out of dutiful obedience to become an outspoken, pioneering freedom fighter. As Western governments struggle to balance democratic ideals with religious pressures, no story could be timelier or more significant.


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Eat, Pray, Love By Elizabeth Gilbert



Around the time Elizabeth Gilbert turned thirty, she went through an early-onslaught midlife crisis. She had everything an educated, ambitious American woman was supposed to want — a husband, a house, a successful career. But instead of feeling happy and fulfilled, she was consumed with panic, grief, and confusion. She went through a divorce, a crushing depression, another failed love, and the eradication of everything she ever thought she was supposed to be.


To recover from all this, Gilbert took a radical step. In order to give herself the time and space to find out who she really was and what she really wanted, she got rid of her belongings, quit her job, and undertook a yearlong journey around the world — all alone. Eat, Pray, Love is the absorbing chronicle of that year. Her aim was to visit three places where she could examine one aspect of her own nature set against the backdrop of a culture that has traditionally done that one thing very well. In Rome, she studied the art of pleasure, learning to speak Italian and gaining the twenty-three happiest pounds of her life. India was for the art of devotion, and with the help of a native guru and a surprisingly wise cowboy from Texas, she embarked on four uninterrupted months of spiritual exploration. In Bali, she studied the art of balance between worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence. She became the pupil of an elderly medicine man and also fell in love the best way — unexpectedly.


An intensely articulate and moving memoir of self-discovery, Eat, Pray, Love is about what can happen when you claim responsibility for your own contentment and stop trying to live in imitation of society's ideals. It is certain to touch anyone who has ever woken up to the unrelenting need for change.


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Pay it Forward by Catherine Ryan Hyde



THE MIRACLE OF INNOCENCE


The story of how a boy who believed in the goodness of human nature set out to change the world.


Pay It Forward is a wondrous and moving novel about Trevor McKinney, a twelve-year-old boy in a small California town who accepts the challenge that his teacher gives his class, a chance to earn extra credit by coming up with a plan to change the world for the better — and to put that plan into action.


The idea that Trevor comes up with is so simple and so naïve that when others learn of it they are dismissive. Even Trevor himself begins to doubt when his "pay it forward" plan seems to founder on a combination of bad luck and the worst of human nature.


What is his idea? Trevor chooses three people for whom he will do a favor, and then when those people thank him and ask how they might pay him back, he will tell them that instead of paying him back, they should each "pay it forward" by choosing three people for whom they can do favors, and in turn telling those people to pay it forward. It's nothing less than a human chain letter of kindness and good will.


Does his plan work? No. And yes — it works wonderfully, but only after it has seemed to Trevor that maybe all his efforts have been for naught. The first person he chooses to help — a homeless man to whom he gives his paper-route money so he can make himself presentable enough to find a job — disappoints him by returning to a life of dissolution and eventually ending up in jail. The second is a lady on his paper route, old and alone and infirm, and with a garden that needs tending. No sooner has Trevor begun to help her, however, than she goes and dies on him.


The third person Trevor hopes to help is his teacher, Reuben St. Clair, a scarred, bitter, untrusting man who seems to come truly alive only when in front of his class. Trevor's goal is to match him with his mother, Arlene, a pretty, hardworking woman who has raised Trevor more or less alone, but who Trevor feels has a lot to offer the right man. It proves not to be a match made in heaven, though, and Trevor's dismay only deepens as he watches these two people come so close to achieving the connection he wants for them, only to turn away at the last moment.


Failure seems inevitable, and Trevor is resigned. What he doesn't realize, however, is that there really is a good side to human nature, and that the tiny seed of kindness and caring he planted has taken root. In neighborhoods in other California towns, and as far away as Los Angeles, there are others following the rules of "paying it forward." Soon fame comes knocking, bringing with it excitement and an unforeseen tragedy.


In the end, Pay It Forward is the story of seemingly ordinary people made extraordinary by the simple faith of a child. In the tradition of the successful and inspirational television show Touched by an Angel, and the phenomenally successful novel and film Forrest Gump, Pay It Forward is a work of charm, wit, and remarkable inspiration, a story of hope for today and for many tomorrows to come.


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketNight By Elie Wiesel’s



Night is Elie Wiesel’s masterpiece, a candid, horrific, and deeply poignant autobiographical account of his survival as a teenager in the Nazi death camps.


This new translation by Marion Wiesel, Elie’s wife and frequent translator, presents this seminal memoir in the language and spirit truest to the author’s original intent. And in a substantive new preface, Elie reflects on the enduring importance of Night and his lifelong, passionate dedication to ensuring that the world never forgets man’s capacity for inhumanity to man.


Night offers much more than a litany of the daily terrors, everyday perversions, and rampant sadism at Auschwitz and Buchenwald; it also eloquently addresses many of the philosophical as well as personal questions implicit in any serious consideration of what the Holocaust was, what it meant, and what its legacy is and will be.


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Kabul Beauty School: by Deborah Rodriguez and Kristin Ohlson

Soon after the fall of the Taliban, in 2001, Deborah Rodriguez went to Afghanistan as part of a group offering humanitarian aid to this war-torn nation. Surrounded by men and women whose skills– as doctors, nurses, and therapists– seemed eminently more practical than her own, Rodriguez, a hairdresser and mother of two from Michigan, despaired of being of any real use. Yet she soon found she had a gift for befriending Afghans, and once her profession became known she was eagerly sought out by Westerners desperate for a good haircut and by Afghan women, who have a long and proud tradition of running their own beauty salons. Thus the idea for the Kabul Beauty School was born.


With the help of corporate and international sponsors, Rodriguez founded the Kabul Beauty School and welcomed the first class in 2003. Well meaning but sometimes brazen, she stumbled through language barriers, overstepped cultural customs, and constantly juggled the challenges of a postwar nation even as she learned how to empower her students to become their families’ breadwinners by learning the fundamentals of coloring techniques, haircutting, and makeup.


Yet within the small haven of the beauty school, the line between teacher and student quickly blurred as these vibrant women shared with Rodriguez their stories and their hearts: the newlywed who faked her virginity on her wedding night, the twelve-year-old bride sold into marriage to pay her family's debts, the Taliban member's wife who pursued her training despite her husband's constant beatings.


Through these and other stories, Rodriguez found the strength to leave her own unhealthy marriage and allow herself tolove again, Afghan style.


With warmth and humor, Rodriguez details the lushness of a seemingly desolate region and reveals the magnificence behind the burqa. Kabul Beauty School is a remarkable tale of an extraordinary community of women who come together and learn the arts of perms, friendship, and freedom.

fly away little wing ..

It’s been a strange night and equally strange morning. There is something unsettling in the air. I think my muse went on strike again. I couldn’t write at all for some reason last night – I felt lost. Writing has been my only outlet and not being able to do that either just feels weird. I feel my spark dim a little I don’t know why. My enthusiasm taking a back seat. I don’t know why really.

The 16th day of Ramadan was a rather quiet one for me. I spend my iftar alone seeing mom is in Johore. It was quiet quick iftar only me the call to the prayer, the song of praises and then eid songs on the radio. I think my mind was blank when I was eating not really thinking maybe just feeling. Not sure what it was though. Well anyways, today I am not reflecting much. Am not sure why and I guess that explains why I couldn’t blog last night. I do think the real reason is that I am tired, mentally drained my muse is on strike ;)) … but well its back this morning well sort of. Sometimes it’s a push factor with my muse… I had plans to go up to my grandma’s for the weekend but right now I am not sure if I want to – I just want to be alone for now. Do you ever get one of those days? I know it’s always fun at grandmas and comforting but today I just want to be alone. We will see where today takes me – Johore or remaining at here at home in Singapore…

On a fun brighter note - What a joy it is to be a kid again! They have a day to celebrate them, wonder if they have a Grown Up Day.. hmm but then again I think today is also the day of some of us adults who refuse to grow up ;)) … anyways, today we had a children’s day celebration at school so school functioned for only half a day – just some of the perks of being a teacher. ;)) did I mention school holidays & all that ;)) well the kids had a great time today – just as well seeing it’s their day. Makes you want to be a kid all over again – they had food cake cookies candy heck they ended the school day with a goodie bag from all the teachers. What more could a kid ask for right and did I mention they have a long weekend coming up: D …

Yesterday after school, I made a trip to the bookstore one my favorite places. I was there looking for a certain book but came home with another. Typical of me sometimes but today I had a valid reason. The book I was looking for was Infidel by Ayaan Hirsi Ali. I looked at Borders, Books Kinokuniya, MPH & Times none of these stores carried it. I don’t understand why. It’s not like it’s one of those controversial books that could incite a riot. Well anyways, I think will go back to Borders again and place a special order while still continuing inquiring at second hand book shops. The book came highly recommended by ‘C”. The synopsis of the book can be found in my next blog . Seeing that book wasn’t available I bought the next book on my list – ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ by Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s a book from the Oprah Book Club. That’s where I found it actually and the book seem interesting enough about our search for happiness and wondering if we are really happy where we are with what we have. A quote from the book which I like is this …

"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort.You fight for it,strive for it,insist upon it,& sometimes even travel around the world looking for it"-

Its one of those books that I know I can’t put down. Right from her start her style of writing appeals to me. Her wittiness, the honesty and the respect she has is very appealing to me in a writer and in a book. The book is about new beginnings, and if you’re a woman in search of that something that’s missing in your life, this book is definitely for you.

Me.I think I am still the Me who I am before this whole reflective period of my life. Events that affect you profoundly in your life can really create some major and what seem to be unwelcoming changes for some. So I decided to stop the discovery process for a while and halt the changes. I decided this last night why I don’t really know. I think there just some things i have to figure out and ever so often it seems I have to justify certain of my actions or what I am going through. Changes, the realizations and what not. In spite of it all I still don’t think it changes the core of who I am. What I seek is a sense of peace, happiness with myself and people around me. These changes if anything has helped me get a better grasps on life. But I got a little lost again somehow…. Maybe the weekend will help me find my way ….

fly away little wing .. into the sky find what you're looking for ....

Blog Ya laters world .. have a great weeked!

Begetting Change

Begetting Change
Same Choices, Same Results

Repeated bouts of adversity are an unavoidable aspect of human existence. We battle against our inner struggles or outer world forces, and in many cases, we emerge on the opposite side of struggle stronger and better equipped to cope with the challenges yet to come. However, we can occasionally encounter trials that seem utterly hopeless. We strike at them with all of our creativity and perseverance, hoping desperately to bring about change, only to meet with the same results as always. Our first instinct in such situations is often to push harder against the seemingly immovable obstruction before us, assuming that this time we will be met with a different outcome. But staying power and stamina net us little when the same choices consistently garner the same results. A change in perspective, behavior, or response can do so much more to help us move past points where no amount of effort seems sufficient to overcome the difficulties before us.

Whether our intention is to change ourselves or some element of the world around us, we cannot simply wish for transformation or hope that our lives will be altered through circumstance. If our patterns of thought and behavior remain unchanged, our lives will continue to unfold much as they have previously. Patterns in which fruitless efforts prevail can be overcome with self examination and courage. It is our bravery that allows us to question the choices we have made thus far and to channel our effort into innovation. Asking questions and making small adjustments to your thought processes and behaviors will help you discover what works, so you can leave that which does not work behind you. To break free from those unconscious patterns that have long held sway over your actions and reactions, you will likely have to challenge your assumptions on a most basic level. You must accept once and for all that your beliefs with regard to cause and effect may no longer be in accordance with your needs.

Stagnation is often a sign that great changes are on the horizon. Courting the change you wish to see in yourself and in the world around you is a matter of acknowledging that only change begets change. The results you so ardently want to realize are well within the realm of possibility, and you need only step away from the well-worn circular path to explore the untried paths that lie beyond it.

A little something to think about from Daily Om.

Have a great weekend everyone ……

Friday, September 28, 2007

"Think of Those Who Love You"

"Think of Those Who Love You"


If someone should hurt you

and say a thing unkind...

Remember what I write to you

and keep these thoughts in mind


For everyone who makes you cry,

there are three to make you smile...

And a smile will last a long, long time,

but a tear just a little while.


Don't let someone who hates the world

cause you to hate it too...

Behind the clouds is a Golden sun,

and a sky that's full of Blue.


If someone said a thing that's cruel,

don't let it get to you...

Your achievements are greatly numbered

and your faults are very few.


So if a certain person should act a certain way,

Think of those who love you

and don't let it spoil your day!



(Author Unknown )



That beautiful and very inspirational poem was sent to me by my best friend Ira. its so true when the poem says for one person who makes you cry there will be three to make you smile so very true and yes the tears do dry up eventually..For anyone having a bad day or bad moment I hope this one lifts you up and makes you see rainbows after a day of rain and if anyone ever did get to you – remember this beautiful poem. I printed it out ;)) and hung it on my notice board as a reminder when people try to get me down.

15th Ramadan

Today i am just tired. Beat. Drained. Physically. A little mentally. Not thinking about anything just a normal tiring and long day. we did the school up for a children's day party we are having tomorrow, we baked some cookies for the kids and i am glad no cupcakes this year (don’t get me wrong cupcakes are my specialty & I love making them ………. ) but i am just way tired or not getting enough sleep which is obviously my own fault but anyways we made up for the absence of cupcakes with cookies and candy - which i think isn’t so bad as long as I get to bring home some ;)) …

Tomorrow being a half day – I am giving myself a treat. An ‘Iffa time ‘ is when I shut off the world and turn off my cell phone and go out and do my thing. Be it getting lost among the book shelves at Borders, or burying my self in my personal journal or a good book. Seeing its day time and I would be fasting coffee is then out of the question …. :D … the last time I had a day to myself I felt so recharged so I am thinking this will help too maybe tomorrow I will just go where my feet takes me.


Yesterday morning while we were having our morning meals, it rained – hard. When I looked out my window I could see the trees swaying and water beating against the pavement. The sound of the falling rain, which is always music to my ears, was accompanied by the sound of the rumbling thunder. As we were eating the sound of an airplane flying close by made me wonder if it was arriving here or leaving for some strange exotic place uniting people with their love ones here or abroad….. The rain stopped for a while today only to return later in the evening this time even stronger with even louder sounds of thunder and flashes of lighting. If I was preparing food for the fast, there was a good chance I would have just jumped right into it ;)). One of my many things that makes me come alive. Playing our in the rain, jumping in puddles of water, letting the rain fall onto my face as I look up at the sky, the strings of wonder beating against me – ahhh yes sheer bliss……………


Mom left she is at grandmas. I will be joining her over the weekend more of the cuties ;)) all 3 of them …. And we will be getting another addition to the cuties clan soon seeing my recently married cousin is pregnant – it’s so nice. More cuties to spoil and share and cuddle and what not.


Certain life events changes our lives, makes us look at things from a different angle. If all our live we have been such and such, major events would make us want to change for the better. And I think I recent weeks and months I have seen that happen personally in my own life and the lives of friends. I can easily link this to the power of prayer because when you have people you care about all you want is what is best for them. If they have made mistakes and realized what they have done all you want is to help them open their eyes I guess this where the power of prayer comes in. you ask them to see the light and incredibly when an event close to home hit them, maybe just maybe its God’s way of opening their eyes up and realizing. Just a thought …..


To end today’s entry I would like to touch a little on the sermon just before iftar. It was about the heart & the tongue and a person’s character can be easily said by how his heart is and his tongue is. What he says of others, the judgments, the assumptions. It’s crucial to protect the heart and tongue so that we can protect ourselves from bad mouthing or judging others or even having ill feelings towards others. We have all been guilty of this at some point myself included and being as human as we are, sometimes it’s unavoidable but sometimes once we say what we think we look back only to regret it. It is a difficult situation given the state of the world that we live in now.


I think the whole point of the sermon was to not assume the worst about a person just by what he wears, or what he does or even his actions. Giving people the benefit of the doubt is encouraged. Every action probably has a logical explanation – why people act and do what they do though are some actions which are just sheer foolish and down right barbaric as in killing in the name of religion, fighting for a cause they have no idea about, using a term like jihad so loosely and not know what it really stands for and so on. These actions and anything along that line obviously has no basis for giving them the benefit of any doubt if they feel killing innocents is a way of getting a message across – I think ill stop here before I get carried away .. :D


So anyways unless we have a reason to get upset with someone which leads us to judge and condemn them, I think we should just give them the benefit of the doubt. Like always things like this are never easy but I think it doesn’t hurt to try. If we did I think we would all be happier.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

looking back @ ramadan 14 days on

A prayer request is what I ask for before I start my entry for today. The prayer is for my bro from Iraq – Bro Mohamed whose mother has a tumor growing on her neck. They are right now in different cities in Iraq and the family is awaiting news as to what the next course of action will be with regards to his mom’s situation. Be it surgery be it medication. Please keep them in your prayers with hope that what ever course of action is, it will be a positive one and everything will be alright for this family. Thank you in advance.

Two weeks of Ramadan already – where did all the time go? Two more weeks and Ramadan will be gone and we will be celebrating Eid. Right now people are busy getting ready for the day – baking, sewing clothes and curtains and what not. I can smell freshly baked cookies coming out from my neighbor’s window. That’s the fun part of the coming Eid; you can get a whiff of such beautifully smelling cakes and cookies from the neighbor’s houses. I often wonder what kind of cookies or cakes they are making; if we are making the same types. If only I had binoculars – hah wait that would be qualify me as a stalker.

The 14th of Ramadan was also the night of the full moon. The night I watched the mom and daughter pandas wrestle each other at zoo Atlanta. I talked to my friend about soul mates and of love which seem to be around quiet a lot of these days – the topic just not the love. The term love used ever so loosely – what a shame I think sometimes how something as beautiful can be so easily tarnished. But anyways, for me love is beautiful its us mere mortals who tarnish it as Bon Jovi said – You give love a bad name ;)),,, I didn’t even know where that came from it just popped into my head .. heh … Today I re – affirm certain things in my life well one particular thing which I blogged about yesterday. It seems you get answers to life’s questions when you least expect them and then that’s when you go ‘ ahhhhhhhh ‘ – today was such a day.. Today a friend found true love after all the jerks that’s been thrown at her. *grin*. She is really happy and deserves to be seeing the tears and hurts she has had to endure. I guess when you open your heart to love – it comes in from the most unexpected places.

Humility was what the sermon before iftar was about today. It’s about being down to earth with what we have and who we are and not try to prove we are better than anyone else. We are all always evolving in our lives and just because we have achieved something doesn’t mean we have to be arrogant or say someone else is not as good as us. Our status, our jobs, our wealth, our educational qualifications shouldn’t make us arrogant or proud toward others – if anything it should make us humble because even if what we achieve has been through hard work and sweat – it is still life’s gift a blessing from a Higher power. We shouldn’t look down on someone if the worked a menial job or didn’t finish school or just because they are from a certain place are deemed lower than us. The sermon also mentioned tolerance and respect to our fellow men people of other races and faith. Our differences are what make us unique and it’s that uniqueness that should used to bring people together. Being uniquely who we are doesn’t mean we condemn someone else just because they are not like us or think we are better than everyone else. Islam preaches tolerance for different religions contrary to what the radical Muslims are portraying in the Middle East and elsewhere.

Today the simplest of food made for a very filling iftar. I was too tired to cook and mom was craving for some local food so I ended up buying ‘lontong’ which is a dish of rice cakes and gravy. That was what she wanted. Along side that we had fried some chicken drum lets and samosas. Not a lot like we usually have but it was enough - it seems but it did fill the table and our stomachs.

As Ramadan is a time of reflection I like to look back on the past two weeks of fast, see if have grown if have fully utilized the opportunities given in this great month. Getting close to God and strengthening ones faith is a struggle I must say. It’s not an easy road but it is sure a rewarding one. I have seen how life seems to get better when you get closer to your faith, you deal better and you ever so often have this sense of peace. Contentment if you could call it that and I hope it stays no matter what life decides to throw at me……

Sweetness in the Desert

Though life’s mysteries eludes me, experiences opens me up to why things happen. Sometimes when you’re not searching for answers that’s when the answer comes. Things do happen for a reason. With one experience it reaffirms what you have known all the while – a love that won’t one die one that wasn’t compromised when times got bad – a love that is deep rooted. One that hasn’t changed with time. A love for a best friend, a soul mate, the one who knows you & just seem to know when you need comfort, or when you need time alone though you always deny it & they can always make you smile in spite of it all ..

When you find your soul mate it doesn’t always mean you will be together, sometimes you find them in the most unlikely situation and even though you know you can’t be together you know they will always be there & that’s ok because you know they will always make everything better for you by just being there..

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

weekend @ grandma's pt 2

Sundays weekend started with my niece Safa tickling my hand while I was sleeping and whispering my name lol .. I looked at her half asleep and saw that smile I was woken up. She is incredible adorable, loving and she is “C”’s sweetheart just how lucky is that ;))… She asked why I was still sleeping I said I was sick she said ok ati fah (that’s what she calls me) you rest ok ill tell everyone not to wake you up .. just how sweet is she . We had our I love you’s and she let me have my zzzzzzz’s. ..

The day was quiet me I slept quiet a bit seeing I was still recovering from the cold and cough. It got better by the afternoon and I could hang out with my nephew and niece. Today was extra special, my nephew and I exchanged a few words (don’t laugh) or raise an eyebrow.. Its called baby talk and because im his aunt and because I could use his baby pictures against as well as video of his facial expression when he was pooping I think he knew then to start way early in talking to his aunt *grin*.. he was freshly showered and smelled sooo good you know that baby smell .. Dressed in his cute little jumper. I was watching him while his mom did some stuff so we started talking I cooed him and he responded and it went on from there. Goo gaaa ekk ekk goo and a few other gibberish words - whatever they meant to me it spelt love ;)) .. He sounded so cute looked even cuter – I felt it was a special moment with him our first talk hahaha.. He was crying all day so having that little moment with him was something else. Personally for me as an aunt these are the little moments you cant get back and you will always cherish them for a long time.

Last Sunday which was the 11th of Ramadan proved another fulfilling one with special moments, lessons. What I learnt just re affirmed some of the things I believe in while others a new lesson and moments that makes me all warm and fuzzy.

Sometime in the afternoon my aunt and I went out for a bit to get some things from the pharmacy, check out a food bazaar then off to get some food for the break of fast. My auntie Noor who is my uncle’s wife is a pretty cool aunt to hang out with. In spite of being religious she is still modern and out going. In the years my uncle have been married to her I have learnt much from her and she has taken care of my grandma really well too. She has given much of herself to care for my grandmother and until July of her son Omar who passed away in July. For thirteen years it has been him and my grandma now it seems she has so much emptiness though she doesn’t show it, it’s pretty visible. Since Omar passed away I never really asked her how she was feeling how she was coping – I don’t know why I guess maybe I didn’t want to bring up anything its probably silly but maybe I was just letting her grief in peace. Just before going up to grandma’s I had a dream about him. In my dream he was laughing, smiling, he was really really happy. I didn’t tell anyone afraid of how they might react I meant the wound is till fresh and all that but something in me felt I had to tell her – let her know that he is doing in a better place and he is so happy. I got my chance that afternoon while we were out. We started talking about my grandmother, she was saying how my grandma’s situation is deteriorating and was trying to recall when my grandma was last hospitalized – I don’t how it happened but it just came out - I just asked how are you coping ati noor? (that’s what I call her) .. I felt a lump in throat and while driving she said how much she still misses him, that part of her is missing. An uncle of mine who lost his son in 91’ was telling her its new but the void never gets filled and its been 16 years for him. She said what she really missed was my cousins’ touch, his hugs- how she gets them everyday from him. Him playing with her hair all the time – he likes that for him it was comforting. There was a moment of silence I was fighting back my tears then I just jumped out with hope that it would sooth her and told her about my dream. She said she dreamt of him too. She said yes he is much happier not suffering. I probably cant away the hurt but I hope that at that point in time I was able to make her feel a little better knowing that all the dreams that we have had of him have been good ones.

Another thing I learnt from her that day was about trusting in God. Knowing that with each prayer we make or an intent we have He will help. What started it was our talk about the vendors at the bazaar. She was saying how some of them sold cakes from yesterday and all that and during this month when we go to a place like that we are tempted to buy this and buy that and when its time to break our fast we don’t eat them and it goes to waste. Our temptation in our state of fast make us want to buy all the food that we see well at least the ones that looks good but anyway she said she tried something which actually worked – just before she leaves the house she says ‘Please God, let me buy only what I need and protect me from buying what I don’t’. That actually works for her. I said I would try it. The point of it basically is not to waste.

What can I say it was one of life’s lessons one that a school can’t teach you and if there was ever test you aren’t taught before hand how to answer the questions as the saying goes

“The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.”

My grandmother’s situation is not getting any better. When I visited her last week she seems alright but this week she seems to be going in and of it. She is slurring and forgetting things. It seems she showing signs of an impending stroke (God Forbid). In spite of it, she managed to utter I love you with a faint smile when I kissed her and told her I loved her. That was a special moment for me. I kid her a lot like that. I’ll say I love you and ask to do the same and she would she would tease me sometimes and stick her tongue. She is an amazing woman and even though her health is pretty bad she still seem to have that fighting spirit evident in the women of our family. I grew up with her for the first twenty three years of my life – I can’t imagine not having her for another 20 or 40 more years. Please say a little prayer for her so she will be more alert to the environment around her and for to be healthy always.

At iftar my grandma joined us as the head of the table. She looked just like she always does – alert. She was her better self for that time and that was really nice. She smiled ate with us and joked with us. Honestly we can’t make out what she is saying but we just smile with her and just nod our heads agree with her. The doctors said what she really needs is attention from family and lots of tender loving care – that will keep her spirits up. And I think that’s what everyone is trying to do as much as they can given that everyone has their responsibilities and work commitments. But we try for her sake cause she is the cutest little grandma around ;)) ..

So that was my weekend two days late but at least its here. Ill end with a picture of my family taken about 2 yrs ago when some of them were still around. My grandma is the sweet lil ole lady in blue .


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weekend @ grandma's pt 1

The 10th of Ramadan saw the hottest day for the month yet. It seems the further you get into the month the hotter it becomes and the tougher the trials. I think we can survive without food on a hot day but water now that’s another story. On a fasting day with weather like that you can help but feel the lethargy kick and your throat really dry but you stick to the program and keep telling yourself a few hours more a few hours more. It’s a battle in itself but its one that we aim to win – God willing.

My trip to grandma’s which usually takes about 45 minutes took us 2 ½ hours. The traffic from the immigration checkpoint trailed all the way back to the Bukit Timah Expressway(BKE) which is the main expressway into Johore. The traffic seems so haphazard, the motorcycles overtaking the car lanes an it seems the motorcycles were all over the place – talk about more tests. It’s not usually that jammed up on a Saturday afternoon but I guess for some reason everyone decides to go into Johore today.

We ended up breaking our fast on the road seeing that we were still at the immigration check point when the call to prayer was heard. So to break our fast we had mints seeing that we didn’t have dates with us – it was kind of funny in a good way – I guess next time we have to remember to carry dates in our bag for the just in case days like these. My cousin her hubby the kids and another cousin was stuck in another car and they didn’t get to my grandma’s house till a little after eight by then everyone had finished eating. By the time we got to grandma’s house, everyone has already started and some were about done I guess we didn’t get that chance to break fast together but we however made it up during the morning meals. Blurry eyed cousins and aunts and uncles and mom sitting around the table having our morning meal – which was nice too. My morning meal usual involves me and mom or sometimes alone seeing mom likes to have hers early while I like mine late.

After the meal, the call to prayer was heard indicating that the days fast has started. The thing I like about being at my grandma’s is that during morning prayers we do the congregational prayers. This brings the family together I think and for my uncle and his family the congregational prayer is a must for all 5 times that we pray everyday if everyone was home if not its usually the evening prayers. He has instilled this in his children and even when he is away on business his eldest son will lead the congregational prayer.

In all Saturday was nice – we caught up with each other, talking about the new house and ate way into the night ;)) what can I say every time I am at grandma’s there always seem to be something to munch on ;))… dried fruits, nuts, fruits you name it its on the shelves and in the fridge, its all a matter of helping yourself ……… and we cant forget what great cooks the maids are. Through her I think we have had to experience many types of food we wouldn’t have otherwise tried. She can make crackers from rice; she makes the best banana crackers and tapioca crackers. She is just good at what she does and she can even plant fruits and vegetables which she helps her husband do sometimes at my uncles’ fruit farm. So yeah what can I say that house is food heaven too ;))

Count time by heartthrobs


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Its the 14th day of Ramadan, the mid week, one more day to the children’s day celebrations at school and another long weekend I am so excited ;)). I am definitely keeping this entry short and sweet by posting this inspirational story from daily inspirations. It’s a story from a few weeks ago and I wanted to post it because of the message in the story, another one of those we can relate too.

Hope everyone enjoys this story and hopefully it inspires us all..

Have a great mid week day!

Count time by heartthrobs

We live in deeds, not years;
in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial
We should count time by heartthrobs.
He most lives
Who thinks most -- feels the noblest -- acts the best."
~ P. J. Bailey

English poet Philip James Bailey (1816-1902) was born in Nottingham
and was the son of a distinguished historian. "The truth of truths is
love," he said.

We live in deeds, not years...

Life is about action. Success is about action. But no matter how much
outer success you achieve, true success and lasting happiness must
come from within.

"Personal success involves not just achieving goals, but feeling
grateful and satisfied with what you have after you get it," observed
writer and psychotherapist John Gray. "Without personal success, no
matter who you are or how much you have, it will never be enough."

Enjoy the process. Celebrate each deed, each thought. "The best part
of one's life is the working part the creative part," explained
writer Garson Kanin. "Believe me, I love to succeed... However, the
real spiritual and emotional excitement is in the doing."

Feel good about every beat of your heart.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Mid Autumn Festival

Today’s mini mid autumn festival celebration at school concluded the lesson we had the past week at school. The kids had a fun time with their lanterns and moon cakes. I think the highlight of the day for them was when the lights went out and they saw their lanterns light up. The lanterns came in all sorts of shapes and sizes and all kinds of paper. The kids were comparing lanterns and getting all excited. If I could capture their smiling faces for everyone to see I would – it’s just so adorable. They walked around carefully I might add seeing that these were candle lit lanterns so teachers had to be extra observant today. After the lantern fun, they kids had a taste of the moon cake.

Personally I never really liked moon cake until recently when I had a taste of it and I was hooked. I like the more modern version of the moon cake in this case the green cake moon cake. I was just thinking when I was watching the kids with their lanterns how when I was little I would celebrate the mid autumn festival with my Chinese neighbors. My mom would go all out and dress me in a Chinese costume so I would fit in lol she’s just so sweet that way. There I would be the only non Chinese dressed for the occasion with my little paper lantern. We would walk down the street with our lantern and just be kids. i probably have a picture of it somewhere seeing my late dad enjoyed taking pictures – I think ill look it up sometime. Watching the kids just brought back fond memories. During the mid autumn festival I remembered visiting china town and seeing all the huge lanterns they had hanging around. It was really beautiful. There use to be so much time to do those things before – experience another culture right in your country these days it seems time is so scarce .. hmmmmm..

For the curious lot here is a write about the mid autum festival. Its short brief to the point and interesting with it I have included some pictures of the things I mentioned here. Hope everyone enjoys them and have an idea of just some of the many festivals we have here in Singapore.

MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL

The Mid-Autumn Festival, which falls on the 15th day of the 8th month of the Chinese lunar calendar, is celebrated with family gatherings, prayers, and a lantern parade by children. Offerings of mooncakes, fried chicken, roasted pork, pomelos, water melon seeds and Chinese tea are made to deities and ancestors, while prayers are offered with joss-sticks, red candles and joss paper burnt. One of the legends behind the Mid-Autumn Festival


is about Chang Er,Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket a beautiful woman who transformed into a fairy and floated to the moon after taking an immortality pill meant for her husband, Hou Yi, a heroic archer.

Hou Yi, who was grief stricken, touched the hearts of the heavenly gods, who in turned allowed the couple to reunite on the 15th day of the eighth month of the Chinese lunar calendar or Mid-Autumn. Hou Yi then ascended to the sun and built his palace there. Today it is still believed that if you look hard enough at the moon on Mid-Autumn, youll be able to see Chang Er and the rabbit which is keeping her company. Another legend has its roots in 14th century China. The people of Yuan Dynasty were living under the tyrannical rule of a Mongolian ruler who, in order to safeguard his empire, had forbidden the people to possess any tools, including kitchen knives.

A Chinese leader Zhu Yuan Zhang, wanted to bring the people together to overthrow the tyrants rule. He had to find a way of putting out the word without arousing the suspicion of the Mongolians, and a comrade came up with the idea of stuffing a paper message Strike on Mid-Autumn night into freshlymade round cakes, which were then distributed as gifts to the people and the rebel army.

On Mid-Autumn night (the night of the year when the moon is at its brightest), the people united and overthrew the Yuan Dynasty to establish the Ming Dynasty (AD 1368 1644). To commemorate the successful rebellion, the Chinese began the custom of eating mooncakes on Mid-Autumn, or the 15th day of every eighth month of the Chinese lunar calendar. Mooncakes are sweet, round cakes traditionally filled with lotus seed paste, or fatty meat and melon seeds.

For those who are interested in knowing more in detail about the festival here are some sites that are worth checking out with pictures and all ..

http://www.singaporesights.com/festivals/festival-celebrations-in-2007/mid-autumn-festival-2007

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mid_Autumn_Festival

http://chinesefood.about.com/od/mooncake/a/moonfestival.htm

http://www.chiff.com/home_life/holiday/harvest-moon-festival.htm

http://www.moe.gov.sg/.../digital_photos3.htm


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Light up at china town


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A traditional moon cake


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The inside of a moon cake


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Paper lanterns