tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88221572300030866932024-03-14T03:45:17.230+08:00The Other Side of Methe other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.comBlogger186125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-63317488129012439202017-09-28T13:45:00.000+08:002017-09-28T13:45:32.029+08:00Contentment<div style="text-align: justify;">
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What is love? Is there a specific definition of love? </div>
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How much can you love someone?</div>
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In a world that is obsessed with the idea of love, we find meanings in trivialities, we find hope</div>
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when we least expect it. Although we dread mundane routines, that’s what kept our sanity intact.</div>
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Some days we were over the moon, some days we can’t stand the pressure anymore.</div>
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Some days we were grateful for the moments we have, some days are not that good.</div>
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But in the wee hours of every night, my hands are constantly on the lookout of his. His hugs had kept</div>
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me warm and reassured. We have learned that this is what matters.</div>
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All those years of struggle, all those moments which passed by in vain, all those time we wasted</div>
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arguing over things that don't matter now disappears into shades of darkness, into an unknown abyss.</div>
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After all, we only have one life before <i>time </i>returns to fulfill it's obligations.</div>
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Are we still looking for definition of love?</div>
the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-3661019209424439902016-06-21T12:11:00.001+08:002016-06-21T12:11:55.055+08:00Here to many more Novembers<div class="MsoNormal">
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I don’t believe in praying to make things happen. I have
passed that stage of innocence for whatever it's worth. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because I always have
this feeling that God is against me, the universe can’t wait to see me fall. I don’t
know how one live when they have trust issues with the world. Instead of hoping
for miracles, I find out ways to make things work.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The only good thing coming out from this ordeal is that it
makes me stronger, makes me a hardcore, if I give up, I will fall right into
the pit hole. I think that is what brought us this far. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">On
a sunny November day</span>, we stood in front of the Justice of
Peace and read our vows, and I guess that was the best decision we have made so
far.</i></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-25104119617242875942016-05-29T21:58:00.000+08:002016-05-29T21:58:07.561+08:00To be truthful, I am afraid of the future.<br />
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She heard his loafers making its
way towards her. As he brushed her hair, their scent converges into one. She
held on to his arm and placed his hand on her lap while singing a lullaby. He
couldn’t hear a thing but from the tapping of her fingers on his chest,
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-37987375343094543962015-08-29T06:32:00.000+08:002015-08-29T06:32:04.464+08:00My Own God<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I was a kid,they fed me with the thoughts that our ultimate goal in life is to enter heaven, we
have to fear God all the time and bring others to God’s path. It took me a
while really, to wash away those thoughts because they somehow found a way to etch
deeply on my mind for a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For me Religion is not
about accumulating points to enter heaven, it’s about making this world a
better place to live, for all. I don’t believe in the hereafter, I don’t find a
purpose to have all the grand things in heaven after I die. If I said this
aloud, I would be condemned in all ways. My family members literally hate the
way I think. Some thought Education has made me this way, or love had changed
me. It irked me when my father told me not to read certain books. The ugly
truth IS the concept they preach! It loathes me, and had made me succumb to
this decision, to abandon Religion altogether. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I created my own God,
the one who shares the same vision as mine, the one who loves me for who I am. They
said my life is meaningless without Religion and God. They still didn’t get
that I am happier this way. For them it’s
fine if I am miserable in the shackles of Religion as long as I don’t abandon
it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I stop praying, I am
still wearing my headscarf because it has been a part of me for a long time,
the part of me that I find it difficult to shed away. I started wearing hijab
when I was 11 years old, because of the peer pressure that surrounds me and all
I want to do that time was to win over the hearts of people around me. Now I
find myself trapped in this identity that I don’t believe anymore. More importantly,
I choose to keep it on my head all the time to make my mother happy. I fast in
the Ramadan to make my mother feel good. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Nothing more, nothing
less.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I just hope someday I will
find my own home, create my own my family and make this world a better place
for my children. </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-48911113285191476792015-08-27T13:26:00.001+08:002015-08-27T13:33:20.982+08:00Some updates<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I find it easier to blend in with
strangers because I am just tired of answering questions from people around me. I tendered my resignation last week;
my colleagues were shocked when I announced it during team meeting while my
manager was hinting on the prospect of reshuffling the team. Everyone wants to
know what my next plan is, about the new job and so on. But I am not interested
to share my life plans with them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On another note, It felt as though they were not sad
that I am leaving, they are sad for the reason of being left behind. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But again, life is not meant to be lived in one place. I will not give up, I will move around until I find a place to call home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That brings me to the reason of this blog post, I got a job in Singapore and I can’t
wait to move away from here. I am not a fan of Singapore, but I cant brush away the thoughts that this country might set a path for me to elsewhere, somewhere better. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Finally, a good news after a while!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I hope all goes well because I have no other options than to make this work for me.</span></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-20332398661402043592015-06-09T10:05:00.000+08:002015-06-09T10:05:00.348+08:00<em>I want to come back but I am not sure what to write. My life is still the same, with ideas and plans that never materialized. Yet, I am still clinging to hope, that someday everything will be all right and I will have a chance at happiness and peace.</em>the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-59420570705624898602015-03-06T22:43:00.003+08:002015-03-06T23:06:55.704+08:00India's Daughter and My Family<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am sure everyone has heard
about India’s Daughter documentary by Leslee Udwin. For the past few days, rage
swept all over Social Media on what some people in the documentary had to say
about Rape and women’s place in the society. Well, the disgracing people
include the defense lawyer M.L Sharma and Mukesh Singh, one of the accused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was appalled by what these
strangers had to say about how India has the best culture in the world, a
culture where there’s no place for women. I can still ignore or comprehend it
for those words were uttered by a complete asshole who I have no relation at
all. I would have just gone ahead as another day, grabbing a cold drink to
chill my throat in this hot weather, but when one of my own family members said
“Jyoti Singh is equally to be blamed for going out for a movie at night”, I
was utterly shocked. But when one of my own family members said “Jyothi Singh
is equally to be blamed for going to a movie at night”, I was utterly shocked.
The person continued to justify her statement by quoting how women are
naturally weak and how bad the world is around us. I was also lectured on how
men’s only temptation is Sexual Temptation. She added that it was all up to us
on how we guard ourselves. (Of course going out at night with a man who isn't
your father/ brother/ uncle for a movie is certainly not one of it!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My face literally turns white. I
was astonished, sad and angry over a remark by someone I love, someone whom I
share my frustration in normal daily basis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What went wrong in our
perceptions of our own gender? Since when a woman is against one another?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A lot of questions ran through my
mind. Are we teaching our kids the right thing? That women and men are equal or
are we are teaching our boys that God made a woman from the rib he had taken
out of the man and the females should always adhere to their husband’s wish? That
if she tolerates her husband’s emotional and physical beatings she would be
rewarded in the hereafter!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If you think this kind of
mentality only runs in certain part of the world, you are wrong! It’s happening
right here in a small apartment of a middle class family in a developing country.
It’s coming straight away from a well-educated woman. It’s happening right in
front of my face. It wasn't her fault; it was how she was brought up. The harsh
reality is there will be a queue of women who will echo her words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I fought and raised my voice
against their mentality, my gaze were returned with dismays as if I have
sinned, as if there’s something terrible with my mind and that I am going to
end up burn in hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Whatever it is, I will fight till
my last breath, if not to change the world I have to at least bring some
changes within my own family.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-72141744726597638442015-01-07T00:21:00.000+08:002015-01-07T00:23:15.679+08:00In Sickness<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have been dealing with minor anxiety since morning. My thoughts run deep and wild, causing the slurring on my words. The whole day felt like a huge burden, hunching my back thus aching my whole body. RJ has fallen sick with flu. vomit and fever. Even to an extent of asking me to convey message to his mother saying he loves her despite everything that happened in the past. I couldn't ignore it for one of his jokes. He insist me not to come to visit him, for the fear of contagious. Besides, I was stuck in a vast, air conditioned office with my endless work which of course continued to taunt me and makes me feel as if I have sold my soul in return of financial stability. </span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Have you ever felt this way in your life? </span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Have you ever felt so helpless when one of your loved ones fall sick and you cant do anything about it?</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Why do I always kept imagining all the worst case scenario?</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Perhaps, it was fear of losing all I ever had that's making me so restless in this cold night.</span></i></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have stopped praying since long time ago and now I don't know what else to do.</span></i></div>
the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-34829144919016022332014-12-31T21:04:00.000+08:002014-12-31T21:10:50.084+08:00The Year with BooksThank you so much to <a href="http://raajii.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Raaji</a> for tagging me in her post.<br />
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This year has been one productive year and I am proud to announce that I have read a total of 30 books.<br />
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Here is the list of some amazing books I have read in 2014,<br />
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1. The book thief by Markus Zusak<br />
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2. Carrie by Stephen King<br />
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3. The Bell Jar by Slyvia Plath<br />
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4. The Blind Man's Garden by Nadeem Aslam<br />
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5. The Reader by Bernhard Shlink<br />
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6. Life after Life by Kate Atkinson<br />
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7. Looking for Alaska by John Green<br />
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8. Mercy by Jodi Picoult<br />
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9. Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult<br />
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10. Lasting Damage by Sophie Hannah<br />
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11. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho<br />
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12. The Bear boy by Cynthia Ozick<br />
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13. Paper Town by John Green<br />
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14. Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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15. The Lovely bones by Alice Sebold<br />
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16. Bloodline by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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17. Nothing Lasts Forever by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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18. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy<br />
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19. The Other Side of Me by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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20. The Doomsday Conspiracy by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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21. The best laid plans by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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22. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D Salinger<br />
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23. The breaking of eggs by Jim Powell<br />
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24. Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins<br />
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25. The light of Evening by Edna O Brien<br />
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26. Chasing the Dime by Michael Connelly<br />
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27. Echo Park by Michael Connelly<br />
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28. The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke<br />
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29. Valentina by Evie Blake<br />
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30.The Star Shines Down by Sidney Sheldon<br />
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Planning to read more books in 2015.<br />
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If you have any book recommendation, feel free to drop your comments :)<br />
<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-15818607960044774992014-12-26T17:29:00.000+08:002014-12-26T17:29:21.918+08:00Greetings :):)I hope its not too late to wish all of you a Merry Christmas<br />
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<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-12563177119068850282014-11-16T22:30:00.001+08:002014-11-16T22:40:09.393+08:00Turbulence<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When he proposed to me, I was speechless and shocked of course. At the same time, I kept looking at him, not saying anything but trying to find answers through his eyes to all of my questions . Would I be able to keep my promises to the man who's standing in front of me? How do I make my family to accept us? I said yes because I want to spend the rest of my life with this amazing man and its so unfortunate that my family members refuse to give him a chance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's just too much of unbearable pain, tears and humiliation thrown on us. The problem is never both of us,but the people around who's trying to bring us down in whichever possible ways. The Syariah law in my country will never allow us to get married without him converting. The topic of conversion is obviously off from our list. I don't understand why people expect him to convert just to prove his love to me.I love him for who he is and at the end of the day, that's what matters the most.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mother knew about my interfaith relationship and since then there's a barrier between me and her. I have completely stop talking to my brother in law because the way he reacted to our relationship had crossed the line of sanity. I just loathe when all of them kept asking "Why cant I find any Muslim man?" Like there's something wrong with me or him for that matter. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And of course their perception is just the reflection of their own character.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On another end, we have people trying to lecture us on how God comes above everything. I mean if God is so great why he expects sacrifices from weak creatures like us? Why can't He be let go of his rules to those who sincerely love each other? Some things just don't make sense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We are not love struck teenagers. Both of us are matured grown ups who think before we make any decisions. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We are still figuring out on how, where and when we can get married. We are looking around, making some plans for the future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> One thing for sure, it will be a civil marriage. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And that decision would absolutely irked everyone around us. I have come to a point that I simply don't care anymore. </span></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-19367346775385854912014-11-14T21:57:00.000+08:002014-11-14T21:57:28.766+08:0014th Nov 2014On the rooftop of a ruined Kellie's Castle, he bent on one knee and proposed to me. There wasn't any group of cheering friends, no wine or table to dine and there's nothing grandiose about it. There was only comforting wind and two beating hearts ready to endure any challenges thrown to them. I said yes. And there's absolutely no regrets.<br />
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<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-52444606319750170772014-10-26T22:31:00.002+08:002014-10-26T22:31:26.893+08:00Green Cutie<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I found this little cutie on my windscreen today. Its unusually beautiful. I find it to be something rare as this is the first time I'm seeing one. </span><br />
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<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-49805816601329676432014-09-18T21:52:00.002+08:002014-09-18T21:52:43.350+08:00Just arrived :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life..</div>
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At times life appears like an endless blissful journey.</div>
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At times I wake up with a thud in my chest and unshakable nightmare.</div>
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I thought I have resigned to defining life since years ago. One step at a time lessen the burden of a troubled heart but still little facts about the world I live continues to haunt me every now and then. What is love and to what extend can you let someone to hold your heart? The question about who are our ancestors and what got into their mind when they drew the blueprint of caste and social class? Why one man is above another? In what sense we raise up the status of a human being?</div>
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Maybe I am a hypocrite person to start with? Why we always wait for the fire to burn our fingers first before turning off the flames.Human nature? I speak up because it concerns me. What about those people who are silenced with law and fear? Who will speak up for them?</div>
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Perhaps life is a chain. It goes on in a loop. We tolerate with our fate, We confine ourselves to a hut of ignorance. In this way we might find a temporary contentment but peace will be hard to come by. Someday when you are all alone with your darkest thought, the truth will come knocking off all your conscience and I hope you have not left a single tile for regrets.</div>
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<i>Here we are,</i><br />
<i>Arm in arms,</i><br />
<i>Heart to hearts,</i><br />
<i>Waiting in a haunted stop,</i><br />
<i>For the sky to fall,</i><br />
<i>When the world ends to a knot,</i><br />
<i>We will rise into one.</i>the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-16456298960863692662014-09-14T10:37:00.000+08:002014-09-14T10:37:06.254+08:00The Cost of Living<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To love. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To be loved. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To never forget your own insignificance.</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To seek joy in the saddest places. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To pursue beauty to its lair. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To respect strength, never power. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>Above all, to watch. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To try and understand. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>To never look away. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>And never, never to forget.” </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Few days ago,I had one on one with my boss.Usually before he started to discuss about my performance he would initiate some casual talk. Out of norm,He asked "<i>who am I close with in our team</i>"? There was a moment of hesitation in my voice before I mentioned M as someone I'm close with. And then he asked me " <i>Are you <b>very</b> close with her</i>? I said no,<i>not really.</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh you guys went to scuba diving together but not very close? he asked.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">First of all,we went to snorkeling and not scuba diving. Secondly, M kinda forced me into it as she desperately needed people to fill in for the trip so that we can a get fair deal. While during the trip, only I know how suffocating it felt when I'm forced to go with a group that I barely knows.I felt alienated and the only thing that consoled me was the breath taking view of the island.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, the point here is I find it really hard to get close to someone apart from RJ. I'm always quiet at office because I hate 90 % of them. My boss somehow finds the solitude bubble that I'm inhabiting makes it impossible to know what's going on in my mind. He wants me to go around and share the secret of my good and steady performance to my coworkers. He wants me to take charge and exhibit leadership so that I can move up to the next level. I nodded to his remarks and left the room after wishing him a good day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After the very short meeting, I realized that I'm not really close with anybody.Not even my parents. Apart from RJ and my blog friends, I don't really have any circle of friends to go shopping,lunch or whatever. I have lost touch with most of my class mates and I do my best to decline any social events I</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> don't know whats wrong with me but I guess I'm happier this way.Starting a friendship and dealing with consequences of back stabbings weaken me.Most of my friends and cousins only come to me when they have problems and no other friends to go with. I am tired of being used.</span><br />
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-8500966377186610062014-08-30T20:35:00.000+08:002014-09-03T02:39:07.692+08:00The real beauty<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I was in my teenage years, I have this perception that I'm not pretty and never good enough for anyone. There were countless time I stood in front of mirror and wonder what should I fix in myself so that I can at least be close to being 'pretty'. Most of my cousins are fair skinned and slimmer than me. And some of them love to belittle me by pointing to my chubby cheeks, huge hips and my height. Growing up with these kids makes me to reach for cosmetics to make myself accepted by others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I used to apply whitening creams and wear make ups to hide my flaws. Eventually the effort of trying to be pretty turns to an obsession. There's just always something not right with my body and the way I look. After so many attempts failed to satisfy me, I soon realized that being pretty starts with accepting yourself for who you are. You can never satisfy yourself unless you start to realize your own potential. I started to build my confidence in different ways, without relying on my looks. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have also learned over the years on how to see beauty in others. If you look close enough, there's something unique and extraordinary about each one of us.<i> After all, what we see is the reflection of our own thoughts.</i> The phrase <i>'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'</i> started to feel real for me and its definitely true in so many ways.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now whenever I see myself in the mirror, I see an imperfect girl with soft eyes and the ability to see beauty in others. A smile appears on my chubby face when I realize real beauty lies in imperfections, not in the measurement of my waist.</span></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-84117246211703411512014-08-08T21:29:00.000+08:002014-08-08T21:39:02.299+08:00That boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-17830706019964157662014-08-04T22:17:00.000+08:002014-08-05T13:50:28.537+08:00August 4th -Nothing has changed<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>If one has to diligently learn from history, how much the past had thought us? We are still divided by nationalities, race and religion even in this 21st Century. Powerful countries are busy accumulating currencies in their pockets with the sales of weapons to the countries that is in thirst of war.Who has the power to question them? Is war the only way to restore stability and wealth in the eyes of these people?</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I'm just a normal human being who'll wake up to a 9 hours job in an air conditioned office. I'm just someone who will receive a paycheck at the end of every month. Another person in a small crowd who weeps when watching the injustice that is happening in the world, where people are being killed for one reason they cant change in their life. How does one choose his nationalities or the family that he's born to? When can people stop killing each other in the name of religions and borders? I'm not sure whether I have the ability to change the world. My voice seems to be too soft in the midst of bombs and explosions. </i></span></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-67430881315285938572014-08-02T12:04:00.001+08:002014-08-02T12:04:58.473+08:00Life behind the scale<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>I have been trying to finish up reading 'The God of Small things for more than one month now. No, there's nothing wrong with the story line or what's so ever. In order to indulge in the pleasure of reading a book,you need three things. First, a complete peace of mind for you to taste each words without actually uttering a word and also to imagine the scenes between the pages. Second, Silence. Having a one year old adorable yet noisy nephew around certainly pulls out the concentrations cell from your brain. Third, ample of free time .Currently, I'm struggling to find all these three things,</i></div>
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<i>Nowadays, I'm not even aware how time flies. I am out of the house most of the time for one reason that I hate to be at home,just to be surrounded by people who doesn't acknowledge my RJ. They don't even want to get to know him,that's what saddens me the most. What is wrong with him? Isn't he a human being like all of us who breathe the same air as everyone else? Why are they not including him in our family? It's not his fault to be born as someone with a different religion than them.</i></div>
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<i>So where is God here? Can I go back to God who created these rules in the first place? Will God acknowledge my prayers? </i></div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-78541273308726628352014-07-24T09:50:00.000+08:002014-07-24T10:11:45.390+08:00Because sometimes life's worth living..<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><i>“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends, they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything -</i></span><i style="color: #181818; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.” </i></div>
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<br />the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-5414398297469652822014-07-06T17:21:00.000+08:002014-07-06T17:21:23.947+08:00Who & What<div style="text-align: justify;">
It would take years and generations to eradicate racism in this world. Many are marrying outside their faith and race. For some it worked out wonderfully with grandchildren playing around their backyards and for some it turned out to be a living hell. But in every relationship regardless interfaith or same faith,if you failed to tolerate and understand each others need,I'm sure its easy for poisonous thoughts to sneak into your shaky marriage.</div>
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For days my mother has been pestering me to tell who's the guy behind the reason I'm declining all arrange marriage offers. Today she brought in my brother in law to have a discussion with him. Out of respect I told them that he's the guy from work place,some details of where his parents are and where he is staying now. They asked what's his name. I didn't answer that part. When I said he's staying with aunt's family,they asked what is his aunts name. I didn't answer that part. </div>
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the other side of mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12935751227117771173noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822157230003086693.post-22427041525823026282014-06-26T21:42:00.000+08:002014-06-26T21:44:37.984+08:00Incoherent Thoughts<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Past few weeks had been a ride on the seesaw. One moment I'm so high on life thinking I can achieve almost everything that I desire and the next moment I see myself curled up,unable to free myself from the shackles of torment.</span> My mother sitting on the edge of my bed, crying and begging me to get married to her choice. I have to say No because I have no intention of marrying someone that I don't love and leaving the person I love for the sake of fulfilling my mother's wish. The huge generation gap between me and her is getting wider by the differences in our thoughts and way of life.On the other hand, the love of my life has become a silent punching bag for me to express my anger. Still,he stood by me,whispering encouraging words and sharing a beautiful hope for the future.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Perhaps,I sound like an ungrateful child disobeying my mother and rebutting each of her words.She seems tired of hearing my logic and my untimely dreams. Maybe I can never be the kind of daughter that she dreamed of having.Someday the whole world is going to judge me based on one decision that I intend to make and on that day all the good things I have done in the past will be washed away by the shore,forgotten just like summer heat during winter. In the end,it reflects their own character, not mine.</span></div>
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