Listen

My happy face when I finally got to taste Italian homemade ice cream. Pure bliss

I know what is like to not be heard.

I know how devastating you feel when 

no one is listening to what you are trying to say.

I know how low you feel when you finally able to 

share your feelings and thoughts but 

they did not appreciate your effort and worst, 

they did not even acknowledge it.

I have met people who has the lowest ability to listen to you.

The people who shuts their mind when you try to tell them your part of story.

People who stood beside you but went silent the 

entire conversation and absorbing none of what you just said.

To this people, I bid them this message.

Listen.

Listen gracefully to the souls around you who are trying 

so hard to tell you something by showing you signs and 

words that you have ignored.

Listen to their problems and ramblings about all the 

silly things that go wrong in their life.

Don't try to solve their problems for them. 

God will help them on that.

Just listen to ease their burden for holding 

on to the hardship for so long.

Listen for the sense of reliefs that you will give them 

once they spilled their stories.

Don't judge or assume. Instead ask why and how.

Listen and filled your eyes with curiosity even its temporary.

Stop giving them your piece of mind.

Just listen and response positively.

Everyone is facing their own demons to overcome their

own personal battle.

You are not alone in this world.

It won't hurt to just listen and acknowledge the 

feeling and moments of other souls.

You too can share with the other souls in return.

You don't know that for some of these souls, 

they may have all the love and charity the world could offer, 

but bear their own challenge at heart.

They walk and run like a kid with cotton candy in a fair but

these souls may fall and cry when the curtains draw at night.

If we could only just listen and hold their hand.

Moves our lips and say, everything is going to be alright even 

though you know its not certain.

You have no idea the tremendous amount of change those actions

can be in their world of internal conflicts.

The simplest forms of act will lift the souls to a blissful bay.

The act of care and warmth that seem scarce these days.

Just listen. It would make a difference.

In Allah SWT graces, 

may He replace us with fortunes that our 

religion put forth in place of the sad memories 

and struggles of our grief. Amin.

                                                                            xoxo!

March 2013 Summary

Had dinner at my favourite dining place, Passage Thru India in Bukit Damansara.

When I get my hands on the briyani and naan, I couldn't stop.

The mutton briyani and dhall is so succulent I even asked the waiter to pack the leftovers.

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March evenings was filled with windy rains. 

Look at the blown out trees at the background.

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The last banana toffee dessert I had was at Banquet in Bangsar Village.

The place closed down couple of years ago and my tummy has been longing for one.

Then I tried this at Bens Gen Foodstore though I'm not sure what it is called.

 It has toffee banana + biscuits + fresh cream all mashed up in one slice 

and OMG.. 

it was absolutely toffeeness-divine.

The dessert has instantly made its way in my top 5 dessert list.

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New work place, new environment, new people and gorgeous outfits.

 They all wore pretty clothes and smitten shoes to work. 

So it sort of make me want to be pretty too.

Trying to be one lah at least. 

But being pretty takes time and effort.

And I was just not meant for that.

There was one time I was wearing make up and an eyeliner to work and yes, 

I did feel the extra confidence radiating within me but my goodness....

By noon I went to the loo and I saw a zombie staring back at me in the mirror.

My eyeliner was all over my eyes!

Then I remember I must have ter'gosok mata tadi.

Ish Ish.

Thats it.

Don't want to be pretty anymore.

Just a plain baju kurung, flats and a properly combed hair will do.

This is the part where I actually miss my internship at AGI.

During my internship, I can actually wear silly outfits like safety shoes and baju kurung like these.

I know I look like a monkey wearing boots. 

But at least I don't have to spent 2 hours every week thinking what

 clothes and shoes to wear for work.

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My new workplace is almost awesome.

I made new friends.

They were awesome.

Somehow they keep my mind off of things.

Which is good and also bad.

Good because meeting them was a blessing.

Bad because it means the past still lingers.

Regardless how much time had passes  by, it still creeps in.

And my darling bumblebees have been very busy with their job and studies.

I blame them for making me feel like this. Boleh?

Hee.

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My silly funny sweet colleagues.

They almost made me swear not to publish this photo when I snap it but I just had to.

It would be a shame for me not to mention them here.

They never failed to made my day.

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And I miss this two very dearly.

Love you.

xoxo!

We

Went back to Johor last weekend for kenduri 100 hari kenduri arwah Atuk.

Everytime I drove back, I always love the greeny mountain view when we past through Tangkak. 

So I took a picture of it.

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We tell stories,to share.

We tell them our stories,to tell the excitement and pain.

So they listen.

Some of them do, some don't

When they do listen, you feel heard.

You will feel mattered.

But when they don't, you feel like you're not worth it.

Then you'll feel sad. 

You start telling yourself that they are not worth it.

When the fact is they are just people. And you are people.

People come by with certain defects.

Because people are not perfect.

Just deal with it and walk straight ahead.

xoxo