Black mats and heart shaped boxes

I've always wanted to upload a post where I show all the different groups I am involved in, the different activities, the facades you have. Your interests. Looking for the photos was a bit tiring so I shall share this one here.

Of late it has been a lot about yoga, I do not run as much I think it shakes things up way too much in my body and the recovery period is a bit more damaging. Which is why I now stick closer to yoga and even doing it at home to make the most of the practice in class. 

This shot of us after class was just one of the nicest things we could ever agree to do together. That is the pixie of a lady Sazzy, and in front of her is the guest instructor for the night, Azmi. 

Money can't buy happiness but you are supposed to be wise on how you spend it. Make memories, go out and do stuff. Sure we are all lazy to get out of our comfort zone, but the extra mile of taking the time to do something different will make the whole journey a lot more enjoyable.

Hope for more zen-like happiness. Bottle it up and store it on the counter of health and good times. So I can reach for more whenever I am low.

And fold

I think I'm doing alright. 

Only thought about you twice, and the rest was mostly about dying and understanding other bits and pieces of life.

My only remaining task is to settle my worldly debts. Other than that its all on me. 

Sambung kisah makan bawah meja

I am 30 and I finally can read and make sense of what He was saying in His book..

This ramadhan I still ate under my table when I could, although minus the good company I had last year when I did it in Menara Citibank, I still enjoyed my unbroken tradition of eating something silly with a warm drink.

I am thankful that I am getting older, I think without age and wisdom I will never get this close to the Maker and dive into the poetry of His words. I think I have come to my senses and the wrinkles and unpretty complexion will not bother me as much as it did yesterday.

I enjoy my morning walks towards the office now even thoroughly than ever. My references to Him with what I see and hear around me is limited, wish one day I can reference him to my hearts content.

The only poetry book I ever needed was with me all along.

"And brought (within view), that Day, is Hell - that Day, man will remember, but what good to him will be the remembrance?" - 89:23

Morose May

"Morose May, go away.

I need my friends close so please let them stay.

But if it is time for them to go, I pray that you will look after them well, and be kind.

Take them far and surround them with happiness, share with them the rest of the world You own.

Spread the light of love and know and just know that you can come back anytime and things will feel like nothing has changed…"

Oh who am I kidding.  

May has always been a sweet month; my younger brother was born this time of year.

It has a feminine ring to it, May.

A number of people are moving, around and about. It’s about that time of the season, where we have ripened and matured – or have aged and rotted in the same spot.  Would not like to be the latter, but there is a cure for almost everything. A change will do you good. The annoying rhythm and beat of that infamous song comes to mind.

I recall the time when I did my first pass at the SLB interview back then in 2007 and it was in one of the halls that was facing one of the most beloved mosque ever. The interviewer had a piece of advice for me and it was to branch out and express myself more to the world rather than just make the world about my boyfriend and myself. I didn’t really think much about it at the time. I didn’t even show my real self to him and had already made passing judgments.

Post baby life, I realized how important it is to have people around you who are always ready to help. Some aren’t necessarily the type to lend a helping hand literally, but most have the intention to keep you company even if it means they will mess up your house just as much as your kid does in the period of time spent. I must smile. As painstakingly a bother it is at times, house chores should not see the last of me!!

I enrolled in a fit mob thing – there was a massive crowd of people doing the body combat moves and I was just busy copying the dude next to me cause I was just a blank screen when it came to this exercise. The tshirts were cool and I felt a bit like a make believe Lara Croft or the always coveted Chun-Li (like, where are you?!) but only to end up feeling like Marge Simpson cause I had all the dishes to do once I arrived home.

My brain is still buzzing, with excitement for my friends that are no longer here in town with me. You guys be safe. It’s amazing how we never really talked even when we were here together. But gosh, with the technology of telecommunications – it doesn’t feel that you have left me for one bit.