Sometimes

Sometimes

Deep inside my thumping heart

This happiness is choking me up

Making me uneasy and perturbed

Leaving me nervous

Sometimes

If you listen carefully to my loud laughs

You may hear a soft whimper of fear

Fear that one day when I wake up

You won’t be here

Sometimes

Late at night I would put my head on your chest

Just to hear the rhythm of your heartbeats

To remind myself

That I am not just dreaming in my sleep

Sometimes

When you run your fingers through my hair

And look me deep in the eyes

I have to try hard holding back the tears

And trust for once that this is for real

Your words matter.

I know that love is shown in deeds, not merely words but sometimes what is expressed in words does mean a lot. You may say that you don’t mean it or you were saying it when you were angry or you were just saying it for fun but these words stays. It stays with the person who heard or read it, whether the words were meant for them or for someone else. Directly or indirectly. It stays in the heart. Words go through the ears to the brain and dwell at the heart. You may say that you shouldn’t keep anything in the heart but it is there and it is not easy to put aside. Similarly, if something nice is being said – it stays with you and you would always remember it.

Words that you uttered also can be a manifestation of what kind of person you are. Whether you are a weak person, a wise person, an angry person or whatever other kind there are. If you are in a relationship yet you are talking with another person in a flirty way – what does that shows of you? Or if you are flirting with your friend’s partner – what characteristic of a person are you demonstrating? Don’t turn around now and says that it meant nothing. When you process the thoughts in your head and then express it with your words – it surely mean something.

And all this matters. Because your words matter.

Mirror

For me, relationship is like a mirror. Whatever action, reaction or non-action that one is taking in a relationship should always be reflected upon from time to time.

Put yourself in the other person’s shoes and ask your heart how you would feel if the same is being done to you. If you wouldn’t want to be treated in a certain way, do not treat the other person in that way.

I think this is only fair, no? You cannot possibly expect people to respect you if you do not know how to give respect. Or expect the other person to be thoughtful when you are not.

And when you do or say things that are hurting someone else, remember that one day you may perhaps feel the same pain as well, if not worst.

What goes around comes around.  So love wholeheartedly so that you may also be loved wholeheartedly.

Reflect.

Surreal

I don’t remember when was the last time a guy (or anyone else, for that matter) asked me if I have enough money. So it’s kind of surreal when he asked me that the other night. “Do you have enough money? You want me to leave you some?” He was going back to his hometown for 4 days for Diwali.

He is neither rich nor come from a rich family. He earned a decent amount of money every month but then he also has to bear a lot of responsibilities – paying bills as well as supporting family back home. Every month is a struggle to make ends meet. Yet, on top of all this, he is concern about my well-being.

The thing is, this is not about the money. It is about him being kind and caring. About him actually is thoughtful enough to make sure that I am going be fine when he is away, though it is only for that few days.

Surely for his age, he is way mature in thoughts than any guy I have been with before.

Till today, when I look back – I still wonder which side of the bed I woke up on that morning our eyes met.

Flow - Plan

What is it about planning, really? What is the big deal about it? For the life of me, I cannot understand. If someone do plan his/her life – that is fine, of course. Similarly, if someone chooses not to plan, it should be fine as well, no?

I am not the planning type. But at times, I do make some rough plans. And when even these rough plans doesn’t materialise, I am reminded why I never really make plans.

I find it so complicated, not to mention exhausting. It takes a hell lot of energy to make plans, you know. You got to think it through one by one, look into the details, examined the pros and the cons – so much work!! Arghh.

It is definitely so much easier to just flow. Just like flowing in the sea facing up the sky. The clouds are pretty. Can you see it?

South India_Aug/Sept 2011

So, I have been back for more than a week now. Everything about the trip is still fresh in my mind. Every laughter, every touch, every word. When people asked me about it – I usually only give one answer – it’s AWESOME! Awesome in every way and I came across many people full of awesomeness.

South India is beautiful – full of gorgeous trees. Since it’s also the monsoon season, it is not so humid. Rather pleasant. We travelled by train, bus, auto-rickshaw – and we do lots of walking too. So much so that my Dad was petrified when he saw my cracked heels – “have you been walking all around India or what???” he asked. Haha :P

We were in Cochin for 2 days. From the airport, we had to take 2 buses and 1 auto-rickshaw to get to the place we were staying in Ernakulam. Yeap, 2 sardine-packed buses and an auto-rickshaw with all the luggage. Imagine. Cochin is a big town and kind of less populated compared to other Indian-cities I have visited so far. We spent the 1^st night strolling along Marine Drive, a waterfront promenade of Cochin. It is nothing of extra-ordinary and the place is kinda deserted but we had a nice chat sitting on bench by the walkway. The next day, we went to Fort Cochin, the older part of town and then to the fairly empty Cherai Beach, where besides us there were only 2 other people at the entire long stretch of pristine white-sand beach. It almost feels out of this world. And the whole day, it was raining on and off. It is simply exquisite.

From Cochin, we took a 13-hours train journey up to Chennai. We arrived in Chennai at the early hours of Saturday morning and were taken for a drive around for a while before the city wakes up. After spending like only a few hours in Chennai at a relative’s house, we head off to Mahabalipuram on a bus. The journey took about 1 ½ hours. Funny part is when we saw no sign saying Mahabalipuram at all along the way. We got a little panic and start asking around and then found out that Mahabalipuram is also known as Mamallipuram.  I had a good laugh on that!

Mahabalipuram is a happening little town and we had so much good fun time in this hippy town. The beach (again, yes), the guesthouse, the food, the bazaar are all excellent. What was unfortunate is that we didn’t see as much as we should because we had to leave early the next morning to Pondicherry. But this is one little town that I know I would come back to, hopefully in the near future.

So now we are off to Pondicherry. I heard a lot about Pondicherry - from people, from books and I even have some far-relatives from Pondicherry, so going to Pondicherry is an excitement in itself. From Mahabalipuram, we took 1 bus straight to Pondicherry. The journey took about 2 hours. The view cutting across Tamil Nadu countryside to Pondicherry is picturesque and I totally love it.

In Pondicherry we were staying right bang in the middle of town. Everything is within walking distance – well even if it is not, we would have walked everywhere anyway. We arrived there on a Sunday, where they have street market the whole day on the main town road, so the place was kind of bustling. The temperature was slightly higher than the other places we were at. There is a seaside near town but with just rocks and no beach. After lunch, we spent some time lying down on the grass underneath a tree at one of the many European-inspired gated park at the French quarter before going off to the beach (of course – it is compulsory!) which is like 20 minutes away.

Again, we squeezed into a packed bus and had to stand the whole way. After the bus dropped us in the middle of some cowboy-village, we had to ask around as to where the beach is and then walk another 5-7minutes to get there. But believe me, all those headache and back pain just vanished into thin air when we got to the beach. We spent good 3 hours here until the police came and ask everyone to disperse as it is getting dark. So with clothes full of sands, we made our way back to town.

The next day, before going to Kanchipuram – we went to visit Auroville, a town about 30 minutes away from Pondicherry. This universal township was founded by Mother Mirra Alfassa, who is an equal spiritual collaborator of Sri Aurobindo Ghose – an Indian philosopher, poet and freedom fighter. As stated in Mother's first public message about the township, "Auroville is meant to be a universal town where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony, above all creeds, all politics and all nationalities. The purpose of Auroville is to realise human unity." So the place is peaceful and nice, full of trees and we had lovely lunch here at the cafe. Unfortunately we cannot visit the Matrimandir (Mother’s Temple) as it is strictly for meditation and concentration purpose only.

From one temple we went to the city of temples. Kanchipuram is about 2 hours 15mins away from Pondicherry and we had to take 2 buses. By the time we got there, it was almost dark. We visited 4 temples with an auto-rickshaw driven by a polite decent guy. I don’t remember the name of all the temples we visited except one, Kanchi Kamakshi Amman Temple, which is a temple dedicated to goddess Parvati.

After going up and down visiting the temples and eating prasadam (yummy!), the auto driver took us to some saree shop for me to have a look. My friend bought me a nice hand-woven silk saree that Kanchipuram is famous for - I am oh-so-happy and very touched by this suprising gesture.

From Kanchipuram, we took 1 bus back to Chennai. The journey that supposedly take only an hour or less took about 1 ½ hour due to heavy traffic as we were entering Chennai. And when we finally reached, it started to drizzle. Cousins came to fetched us from the bus station and then took us for supper at a nice classy restaurant near Adyar – warm idli with sambhar and a cup of Madrasi coffee!

The next morning, we woke up fresh and ready to discover Chennai. A car was arranged to take us around town. After days of jumping in and out of buses and walking and walking – this is a luxury that we really appreciate. First, we went to Theosophical Society but unfortunately it was closed for a few hours and we were asked to come back later. So we change route and went to Krishamurti Foundation, a centre situated on a serene and tree filled setting. This is the main place where Jiddu Krishnamurti, a philosopher and thinker, stayed during his visits to Chennai. He gave his first talk on the lawns of this centre in 1936, as well as his last talk in 1986. We went to the library and even bought some of JK’s books from the bookshop, which is much cheaper compared to the prices they are selling outside.

As we had some time to kill before Theosophical Society re-open, we went to a beach (haha! yes.) nearby. Apparently, Chennai has one of the widest beaches in the world – we had to walk almost 1km on sand to reach the sea. The weather was quiet mild and windy. We sat there on sand quietly watching the ocean and some kids playing by the seashore. Lunch at a cafe by the seaside was rather an indulgence that day as we had burgers with chips and some fancy soda drinks instead of our usual idlis, chapattis or shared thali meals with water.

From there, our driver took us back to Theosophical Society. Like JK’s centre, this is another place that can offer comfort and repose from the piercing noise of the outside world in Chennai. There is a pretty huge banyan tree located in the compound. We tried to have a look at the famous library but unfortunately, they only allowed members in. So we were only given access to view samples of some of their extensive collections from all around the world.

From Theosophical Society, for the last time in Chennai – we dropped by at the beach (seriously!) again for about 10 minutes to bid goodbye to the ocean. We then quickly rushed home, packed our luggage, freshened up and took our dinner before going off to the bus station to take a bus to Bangalore. This time not the jammed-packed bus but one of those nice air-conditioned sleeper buses. This journey took about 6 hours.

We reached chilly Bangalore at 6am. After freshen up we went to Lal Bagh, a well-known botanical garden in Bangalore. Had a pleasant walk around the garden and the weather was very lovely. We also went to ISCKON (Hare Krishna movement) but unfortunately it was closed for visitors that day. We visited some relatives here - had lunch at their place and a nice chat with an old uncle about religion and spirituality. He told us story about Kanyakumari, which lies at the meeting point of three bodies of water - the Arabian Sea, the Gulf of Mannar and the Indian Ocean. We made a note to go there next time around.

After less than 24 hours at Bangalore – it is time to move again, this time to Hyderabad, the heart of the Indian Peninsular. We took a 13-hours long overnight train journey from Bangalore and reached Hyderabad at 5.30am. As adventurous as we are, we rushed – on a bike - to another train station, which is like 10 minutes away to bid goodbye to a friend who is leaving for Delhi. We only managed to spend like 15 minutes but it was well spent and she even invited us to come to Palampur, a hill station town in Himachal Pradesh, where she is now posted as an obstetrician. So we added another place on the list of places to go in India.

I stayed in Hyderabad for about 4 days and loved every bits of it. Previously, on many occasions, people always thought that I am from Hyderabad due to my last name so now being in this city and to feel belong was kind of surreal. As we were staying with family, we get to enjoyed warm home-cooked foods made with mother’s love everyday. She is a beautiful woman – outward and inward - such calm disposition and a happy face. The kids are gorgeous and I am missing them tremendously as I am writing this now.

We did many things in Hyderabad – going for a movie, walking in the rain, eating the best paneer tikka wrap I have ever tasted, seeing astrologers and devouring on a huge plate of world famous Hyderabadi briyani (though the one we had was not that yummy), but I wish we could have done more. I wish I could have stayed longer, if not forever – if it is ever possible for me to stay at one place forever. When I sit back reflecting on the trip now, images of passionately wonderful and totally unexpected moments played in my mind. It keeps my heart warm and coloured my cheeks, taking me to a completely new level of being. And I feel absolutely blessed. Truly filled.

Moving On

So I guess the time has come to move on – forward that is, not backward. I have given so much but perhaps it is not enough. I guess it will never be enough. What is enough anyway and who decide if it is enough or not? Here, right at this moment, let me decide what enough for me is. And honestly said, this is it – this is enough. Do you get what I am trying to say? I hope you do. But even if you don’t, it is allright.

I am not saying that you have to tell me that I have done enough – it is not that. But at least, I would really appreciate it if you can show some appreciation. Some words of love. Some positive reception of what I have done. And for the past few years, all that I have done is for you! Only you. You become my life. Become all that I can think of.

Don’t misunderstand me. Whatever I did, I did it with a happy heart. It is something I chooses to do. A path I choose to travel on. And I know it is not only me who is giving, you have given me so much too. That is why I thought we are in such a comfortable situation. We know each other well. I know you well but I realised now that you don’t know me at all.

You should know that you can’t just keep me between your 4 walls and expect me not to care whatever that is happening on the outside world. You should know that I am not only going to be disturbed by the wrongs that is happening at our own backyard and just ignore wrongs happening at our neighbours backyard. Or front yard, for that matter. Or even at a stranger’s place. You should know me better. You should know that all these are equally important to me. After all, I am the way I am because of you.

Pune

I am only in Pune for 1 day 1 night - didnt see much of it. It doesnt seem like an interesting town anyway but wish I had been there at least a day longer, to explore more. Osho Ashram is located in this town at the serene posh area of Koregaon Park.

Carrying the past

I feel that there are so many things I carried from the past. How I wish I could just leave it all somewhere. Just once, leave it and perhaps, forget about it as well. 

But where? I couldn’t find a right place just yet. Forget right, I couldn’t even find a place at all to start with.

And it is not that Im happy carrying the past around but I don’t have a choice really. Or is it really? Maybe the choice is just there but me being myself – I couldn’t see it? Could it be?

Just like how I couldn’t see a lot of other things within me.

The Joy of Baking Breads

I dont usually enjoy baking, actually. I prefer cooking - throw a few things here and there into the pot and voila! Its way much easier cos to be honest, I'm a lazy cook :P Baking is a tad-bit more technical, you got to get the measurement right and all that stuff and sometime i just cant be bothered.

But I tried my hands at baking bread again the other day and now I am kind of addicted - cant stop baking!! I come to realise that it is not that difficult actually. I got the basic recipe in my head and just add stuffs according to my and/or my housemates like - one day its olive, the next cashew then mixed herbs etc.

The other night, me and Shieko stared at the hot bread just taken out of the oven for nearly 5 minutes before we cut the bread and dip it into olive oil and tarragon vinegar. Temme was sleeping, otherwise I'm sure she would be joining the staring-at-the-hot-bread team as well. And of cos, the dipping part too :)

Ahh..what joy!! <3

Goa

I was in Goa mid-January this year. The first city in India I travelled to. What do I love about Goa? Hmm... everything really. What is there not to love about Goa!?!

• beautiful beaches and their flea markets
• to hippy-filled Saturday Night Market - i missed my friends the most when i was here...the place is so fun!
• 7 hours of pool game - the Tibetan waiter at the cafe was really impressed with my patience :P
• riding motorcycle cutting across remote villages of Goa at 2am - freaking cold but i loved it!
• walking around town by myself - so damn peaceful
• followed a group of community women protesting against basic foods price-hike :)
• watch 2 Bollywood movies - Dhobi Ghat & No One Killed Jessica - both are awesome!!

I was there for 7 days.Cant wait to go back!

Within

Sometimes i think i don’t see into myself enough. That is why perhaps i missed out on the little details that actually not so little if you really look into it properly. On a silent day, when i just close my eyes and try to see the images flowing in my mind – i can hardly see anything. Even with eyes closed, I would still see the things outside. Somehow that seems more relevant to me. Not more important but relevant. And then, the things within just got swipe aside. Further inside.

Polymer Clay

When I was in London, living a different life, I used to love playing with polymer clay - the vibrant colours, the texture. I do still love it, but just couldnt find the time to enjoy such luxury now, plus its kind of expensive to buy the clay here anyway. These are pics of some of the things I made earlier.

Writing Again

I don’t remember if I like writing or not. But I remember when an article of mine was published in some teenage educational magazine many moons ago; everyone I know at school was excited. I remember my English teacher asked me to read the article out loud in front of the class. I remember friends congratulating me and saying how much they enjoy reading my that one (and only, mind you) article.

I didn’t write anything else ever since. I don’t know why. Sometimes there is so much in my head that I wanted to put into words, but somehow it didn’t happen. When I talk about stuffs with my sister, she often said “Hey, you should write that down!! Write a book or something”. But then I always think – yeah I can talk but I cannot write. I just don’t know how to do it.

Then I met this friend, who is a writer. At first I always ignored him when he tried talking to me. I don’t find him that interesting, you see. But looking back, I guess I never given him the chance to be interesting enough for me.

One day we started talking and I am hooked. We talk about everything under the sun and it amazed me how our thoughts are so much alike. It is scary sometimes when you find someone so similar to you, especially when you are not that good with yourself – if you know what I mean.

This friend always talks about his ideas, his writing, his readings. Somehow, it kind of makes me wants to write again. Write something. Write anything really. So then, I start to write again. Poem. I did write a couple of poems in between of that one article and now. Again, that was ages ago when I was still in law school. Again, don’t ask me why I stopped. I simply don’t know.

So after a long long time, I put words in my head into the blank white screen on my laptop. One by one, I moulded the words and a poem came into existence. And one after another, I continue to write more.

I must say, I kind of liking it now. So, let’s see J

Kuching

My 1st trip ever to Borneo - Oct 2010. Kuching is a nice friendly little town but can be a bit boring, in my opinion.

Phnom Pehn

June 2010

Istanbul

early November 2009. took a trip to Istanbul from Sevilla before heading back to Kuala Lumpur. Till date, Istanbul still remains one of my fav city of all time!!

Sevilla

Taken sometime in end of Oct 2009. Look at the colour of the sky!