Musings

It was one of those days when his thoughts were everywhere but nowhere in particular. Work had started early at the studio and he was already immersed in one project with a dozen others in tow. So he had no time to entertain his thoughts that were filling his head. But requests had been coming in daily since they had opened their small studio in the corner of Merry Street and they were working over time and looking like zombies by the minute. Maybe because it was called `merry' so things were certainly heading in that direction most of the time. It's not that he didn't appreciate the cash that was pouring in, but how could he remain sane when inside he was screaming for help. He stared at the image he had been trying to sketch for the past half hour and tore the paper from its easel crushing the paper into a ball and pretending the rubbish bin was a basketball hoop. The bin was almost overflowing with similar paper balls and needed to be emptied. His barely made the shot a...

She could feel the music in her chest making her feel more alive than ever. She glanced sideways to see him staring at her with a look that made her heart do somersaults and handstands. How could just one look make one go crazy? She now knew that it could. She tore her eyes away from him trying to focus on something else that would not give away how she was really feeling. She was known to be the calm one, and so this flustered version she was projecting right now was really cramping her style and tainting the image she tried so hard to maintain.  Her friend Gina was busy trying to get them both some corn in a cup they had been eyeing since the carnival began. The smell of melted butter had been wafting in the air the minute they arrived they couldn't help but join in the long line of people dying for a taste too. Cammy turned around to check if he was still there and was disappointed to see him gone.She couldn't believe that after 5 years of leaving the college that he s...

Two months ago I said goodbye to yet another batch of students and in my usual fashion I silently missed them and remembered them with affection. Every two years the cycle repeats itself and I am no less surprised that I can still be affected by many of their departures. The good thing is I have learnt to deal with it in a less emotional way and take it as part of an occupational hazard . I think. Sometimes it feels like how a parent has to let go of a child to let them grow wings and fly, but at times it's like saying goodbye to two years of a relationship and never to see it again afterwards. Sad I know. Teachers don't just put their heart in teaching but some teachers steal hearts and let their hearts be stolen. About two weeks ago we received new students and the cycle is beginning again. Haha. Yet as I look into the faces of the fresh and eager students I can't help be reminded of the old ones.. My only solace is that they will keep me in their prayers just as how I h...

So I've been writing for Zalora since July last year and I'm loving it! Tried to link the latest article to my blog but here's the best I could do so.. if you're free why not check me out over at Zalora Thread. (and don't forget to press `like'!) It'll be a relaxing read I assure you ;) Anyway I write when I'm most inspired by something and today I'm gonna share what inspired me.  My latest April 22   - in memory of the pets we once had but then died https://thread.zalora.com.my/home/2018/4/how-do-pets-make-you-a-better-person My previous articles: April 6 - when I thought that everyone should be nice to everyone https://thread.zalora.com.my/home/2018/3/how-to-make-someones-day March 25- as I remembered movies I enjoyed as a young single lady https://thread.zalora.com.my/home/2018/3/5-movies-to-watch-with-your-girlfriends February 23 - was affected and appalled at what I heard in the news about child abuse.. https://thread.zalora.com...

Out of all the parts of our body I think our hands must be one of the most precious. After a series of ailments affecting both of mine I profoundly feel that this fact is true. It takes God to take away your health for you to realize how much you’ve taken it for granted. I love my hands. We all should. After all it means so much more than just something humans use to eat, drink or wash ourselves. It’s forgiveness in a handshake during raya It’s respect when we kiss our parents hands It’s probably the first touch of a bride and groom It’s warmth, comfort and assurance to a worried child It makes music, weaves tales and creates tasty meals It’s language for the deaf and mute for which life without it would be even more inaudible It’s our `scroller’ which we do everyday! It’s sweat and tears and a symbol of hard work It’s a show of care and concern through a simple caress It’s our passion and fury which we all need to manage ...

So it's already the second month of 2018 and one could say we're still pretty early in the year. Still too early to lose that weight gained in December (and January!). Still too early for crushed dreams, for losing sleep, for burning out, for drained energy, for giving up and all sorts of stuff if you catch my drift. But life doesn't always go the way you want it to so it's never too early for anything actually. They say shit happens. I prefer to see it as opportunities for change and growth. For reflecting on yourself, for having better goals, for healing and loving yourself more, for understanding and forgiveness. For better time management. For taking things slow and for always praying to God for a good pathway in this life and in the hereafter. For ultimately our time on this earth is short and we should always just make the most of the time we have and take in every hardship and obstacle with open arms. Of course I say this to myself as well in light of th...

Something I've been discussing in class with my kids lately has led me to think of the many possibilities that all of us have in life. Regardless of our age. In the case of me, this 40 something, some things are still quite possible, right? The thing is I may be in denial in some aspects because I'd still like to have the drive to be able to do things I like even if some people call me `makcik' ... (seriously hate that title and I know I don't deserve it) Sometimes I think that age is just a number so just do it. Some other days I chicken out on things and decide never to ride a roller coaster ever again. Some nights I want to stay up watching Korean dramas (and I do sometimes) and some days I just wanna sleep at 8pm. So I suppose 'aging' does that to you. Either it makes you think of what you can no longer do, or what you still can..or simply the why-not-do-it-regardless attitude.Yet of course, growing older reminds me most ...