Happy Ramadhan 1430

I got a morning buzz from a cousin a couple of days back who mentioned that my life is marked in colors. According to cousin I've got too much of a good thing going on that I'd be a benchmark among our cousins and that got her worried. Ha ha.

I'd say yup my life has been marked in colors though not all have been magnificently bright - some were dim and definitely, some dark ones too. It has been a roller coaster ride like many others - but a good one though. Despite the disappointments and heartbreaks I'd say it has been a hell of a journey and I wouldn't have it any other way. As the saying goes, what does not break you, makes you stronger.

Funny that our life is always observed through rose-tinted glass not by you, but by another human being. It is you and only you who knows the actual picture and the details for each happening, you who feel the pain and sorrow of all that are thought to be glorified events in one's life from another person's perspective. Ain't the grass always greener on the other side? Nevertheless, I still have much to be thankful for.

So, thank you cousin for reminding me of how good life is treating me. Cousin once mentioned that every family is dysfunctional in their own kind of way and I guess it is true to a certain extent. Nevertheless I thank god for a wonderful set of parents who love me to bits despite my flaws (though I kept reminding mother than I am somewhat of a good kid so PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE get off my back and let me be - a cry out which of course were continuously ignored by her...tsk tsk!) Also, I am thankful for the many good friends that I have for you girls have rocked my world! Not forgetting you, yes YOU - you know who you are ;)

On another note, I would also like to wish everyone a very Happy Ramadhan. May this holy month brings the utmost peace and joy to all of us. God bless.

How He Makes Me Feel

Song by Hope - Who Am I to Say

He Who Does Not Know

He asked me once, and I lied. I said nope, I do not write thus I do not own a blog. I didn't feel like I could trust him back then, so I simply lied.

He does not know about the existence of Cikitita.

We talked about many things. Everyday lives. And past relationships. He told me about his ex-girlfriend, his only girlfriend, and even that ended many, many years ago. I told him about me, about what I like and what I loathe, about people who are dearest to me.

I like him. In fact, I like him a whole lot. He is smart and witty, yet humble and unpretentious. He respects me. He does not get on my nerves.

He seems to know about a whole lotta stuff which makes me feel small, and stupid, at times.

He makes me laugh, he even makes me cry.

I guess it is true when they say love will come knocking when you least expect it.

Here we go again

So the meter on my weighing machine has moved to the right. Not an extreme right but a lil teeny weeny right. But still.

My fingers were shaking as I clicked on the BMI calculator. I squinted my eyes to catch the result and to my surprise it was a good 21.7. Hey, not bad for someone who eats like a horse aye?

So I figure, hey, let's be done with the weight madness thingy. From today onwards, I shall eat whatever I want whenever I want wherever I want. I shall say goodbye to calorie count and high protein diet. No more of substituting roti canai for a capati. Or a glass of teh tarik for a teh C.

Ya right!