D' Musing Thoughts...

It was the 8 th day of Chinese New Year yesterday and my neighbourhood was like a war zone at the middle of the night. Loud thundering blasts of fireworks and crackers. Despite the sound pollution, the sky was glittered with colourful firework. They were like magical dust thrown into the sky.     Some of my shots taken from iPhone.  What an opportunity it was! The Chinese New Year is famous for its tremendous fireworks displays as the Chinese did invent the fireworks after all. Fireworks were erupting everywhere as you looked, in every possible direction. There were large, dramatic ones, full of color, lighting up the sky. There were also little rocket-like that snaps a quick flash of light in the air, but were quickly followed by a noise capable of shattering an eardrum.The thundering noise from the massive amount of fireworks exploding all around.  It’s a moments like these that you wish your eyes were made of video and that they could capture everything as you s...

smell of the rain roughness of the grass mess of the soil the smell of freshly cut grass crispy pages of a new book rusty sound of the pages from an old book new dew drops on the leaf birds chirping aroma smell of delicoius food be cooked

I was talking to my office colleague as we were sharing some nice chat about having an afternoon nap. We were talking casually till we took our story back to those school days. Those years were memorable years, when I come back from school in afternoon hungrily , have feel my stomach and my eyes would need some nap. I always wished for rain in the afternoon as rains are the best lullaby to sleep :p .Even till now I would consider a lullaby for rain. After an hour or two of napping session, I would feel hungry again and it’s tea-time by then. My mum would normally make something or else buy some snacks. We in Malaysia are very used to the tea-time snacks and there would stalls that sell all kinds of Malaysian local delights or pastries ( “kuih-muih” we would say it ) such banana fritters the famous ever all ( pisang goreng). Hahaha!! Thinking back at all those moments is always a memory, as it is not the same now. All has changed. No napping has been ages since I started working and no ...

I have sentiments with my things. I keep them all since I valued certain things.But there isn't any space to store them.My mum always scolds to get rid off things that I don't need or use anymore.But I can't simply throw them or give away. Most of the things I have with are special.What evr people give I value them. I still have my very first Enid Blyton book "The Wishing Chair", my aunt got it for me from UK in 1990. I still have my standard 3 music book ( that as when I was 9 years old, almost 12 years now.) I keep a lots of photo's , books and little quite items. My teddies, dolls and what ever I could keep.But all these are taking my space in my room and I don't know what to do with them. Not everyone know the value of memories, maybe some of the things I have could be valueable in future :)

I was going through my profile on the matrimonial site. Oh! Yes I am looking for right match. Age is just a number as I think but it's not just a matter of number in this society I am. Being a girl from a well known family and also being an Indian ( not from India,this is how we are catogarized in Malaysia;Indian,Chinese and Malay ).The society out there watches you and they are much aware off that there is girl from this family who getting old and not married. Question will be asked if they meet any of the family members ( family as in my whole mother's side who I only consider as family a very big family ). Alright, back to my topic, I know at times I do come out of my actual talk, hehehe!!! I am writing as my thought says to me :) This tradition is still being practiced. It's more complicated though. Both parties should have matching horoscope and perfect matching numbers. I respect the tradition which is being a part of the Hindu (any language) culture. But at time...

I am an imperfect being. I know this better than anyone. I am callous and thoughtless. I am forgetful and my path to hell has already been laid. All I need is that hand basket. But I don't deserve the ride in it. If you are caught up in my wake, the fast track to nowhere, leaving a swath of bodies behind me... Then I ask your forgiveness. Because I really don't know what I am doing. And I guess that is the problem. How can I correct my course if I cannot see the horizon ahead of me. I just need to turn around to see the crooked path behind me. And just as easily as a bad day can become good, so can a good day become another typical day of inconsideration and worthlessness. What did I do? What did I not do? How do I balance the good and the bad? I was happy today. And at the end of it, I discovered that I had made some errors in judgment and more missteps. I basically sucked at life once again. Why bother trying when in the end, every situation can turn against you. I guess ...