Assalamua'laikum.

I would like to wish all my fellow bloggers and visitors a pleasant May Day Holiday!

Wassalam.



"If you hear a bustle in the hedgerow, Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring-clean for the May Queen"

Assalamua'laikum.

"THE TELLING WIND"

Abah...
I will be waiting

My heart heavy
As you peek through white curtains
Anticipating for a soft weep from
Your daughter

Tears fallen from eyes of blue
My crest might have fallen when I heard
Of you,
Your heart shattering state.

Could this hands
Give a more enduring
Salvation
for you to hold on to, Abah?

For I have wept
And the wind is blowing in my hair
I sat unkempt
For He has left me to decide in my care

Stay strong and never astray
Caressing words of a friend that say
This forlorn feeling I divulge
The veins of my heart does bulge

Abah...
I will be waiting

Standing here with courage and might
Riding with the whispering wind

Wassalam....



Standing with courage and might
Riding with the whispering wind

Assalamua'laikum.

OF ART AND FANTASIES... AND DREAMS

In the midst of giving ideas to my lil brother about his Art and Design homework, I became attracted at the interesting illustrations of fantasy art. Being a lady whom intense hobby with brilliant illustrious comics of Tomoe WitchBlade, Catwoman, Vampirella and Ehlissa, I am an ardent fan of high quality animation and graphic illustrations. Fantasy art is a dimension where the artist and the viewer is able to connect and come into contact through one complexity, that is, it leads us to where our dreams are, always. Therefore, fantasy art is easy to understand because, basically, it is the virtual handworks of the fantasizations we have planted in our minds all these while. Think, fantasize and don't be afraid of your dreams.

Check These Out...

Wassalam.... et bon nuit!



The Dragon Lady PoolSide Fun



Dragon Lady Ignitia

Assalamua'laikum.

"Don't Dream It's Over"

Does anyone of us have always ever think about their good old school days at all? Reminisced the funny moments with friends? Even after you've left your alma mater 10 years ago? As for me, yes I have and I always do. This always unveils a lot of sweet memories you've encountered in your school life. It's about how you led life that time, about how you handled teachers, parents, friends and enemies and not forgetting the ex-puppy loves you've had before. Smiling ever so filled with zeal while I'm blogging this down, I realized how cute we acted all through junior high and high school years. Secrets that stay unburied shall be dug upon in time to come. Secrets that have been excavated from the deep troves are being kept sealed carefully.

Many of us were the victims of a stressful Singaporean education system. Anybody in denial of that are either the ones blind or deaf. And then, to land in a school with a supportive principal but crappy teachers are even more defective. To keep a cool and positive outlook on ourselves, oftenly we look for an outlet to release the blues. We would always involve in group outings, go jamming, play together like kids or if it was bad enough, we mixed with bad companies enjoining them for a smoke and learn a rope or two about the darker side of teenage life. My teenage life in the 90's is colourful. Psychadelic, I should say. It was during those years Daddy and Mummy opens up a lot to me. On the road to adulthood, I've paced my colourful life on padded feet thus learning and taking what life has to give to me. It's questions of choices which I have to make while still balancing life studying towards the O's and family matters at hand. I wasn't one who did not face the maddening errors in my teenage life. Always at the constant drag with school life when I reached high school, I was at the brink of coming to an end. What made me picked up my fallen armour and carry on those 'battles' was the ongoing encouragement from Daddy (despite the usual teenage-parent defiant arguments), family members and some golden hearted teachers. Most importantly, it is the person in you that brews up all strength and courage to overtake your descending moods. And I thought back, the stressful Singaporean education system did produce quality adolescents with powerful minds! Where could we outflow the urging mind-release here in Singapore? Many did with music, others did through expressions in art. As for me, I did it my own way.

Being a baby of the 70's, a child of the 80's, a teenage of the 90's and now a woman of the millenium, I love life the way it is and as I've captioned before, I will live life like an endless highway and shall keep on till I reach Hades, Insya'Allah. Most important in your life is, never, never frown upon yourself.

Listening to Perfect Ten channel everyday, the music that has accompanied many of us actually are the bestest friends ever. A more recent cover of Crowded House's Don't Dream It's Over, an 80's hit, was played over the waves so often that it actually carries me back to the 80's when I was still a kid. A beautiful serenade to wash me in my baths.

DON'T DREAM IT'S OVER

There is freedom within, There is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're travelling with me.

Hey now, Hey now
Don't dream it's over
Hey now, Hey now
When the world comes in
They come, They come
To build a wall between us
We know they won't win

Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof
In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V page

Now I'm walking again to the beat of the drum
And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief

Wassalam.... & have yerselves a good weekend!

Assalamua'laikum.

"GIG PREVIEW"

With the talk going-on over at Guapunya.com with regards to 5th July's gigs, things are really beefing up a whole lot. What is going to happen on July 5th is, there's gonna be 2 gigs goin' on at the same time. There's gonna be Music Against Drugs 2003 gig with a good line-up of local bands and the other, a gig under the direction of Redzone's organisation. A case of coincidence definitely.

In conjunction with Urbankarma's new release of their 2nd album, INTIFADA MUSICA, the band's organizing committee had put on their heads, sweats and ideas together to bring about a gig for this year, labelled ROCK ON: A Tribute to 70's & 80's Rock. The upcoming gig shall be staged at Woodland's C.C. With the tremendous effort by the band's committee, they will bring about a new Indon band to play at the gig, calling on other local bands to perform as well. It will be one hell of a rockin' rollin' Saturday what with the master planners belting out their favourite headbanging tunes. Not to mention of another local band who are into Metallica stuffs. I am looking forward to the day when it comes. And when it comes, I shalt not be the one to sit my lily-ass on a stool to watch or stand with my back against the wall to cheer on the groups. Of all nominees, Nazri put out a suggestion that I be the event's Public Relations crew. Unknown to my knowledge at first but, I could feel that the boys are putting their trusts on people in 'our community' to carry out the duties in order to make the event a success, if not, a satisfying one. To my knowledge, as of this date, Sam the Man will work hand in hand with Kamal to be the event's Securities under close supervision by the Ops Manager, Yus Guy Mckagan. Matters pertaining to ticket sales will be handled by Zoul accordingly. My Ops Manager, Yus G. Mckagan will be wrapping-up his homework soon enough to advise this PR gal about her scopes and responsibilities. My lil' brother, ZulBob and his bandmates from Elusive Elements were recruited to be the event's stage hands and ushers. I like to see things under control and I like men who knew how to take things under their hands like fish to water. The star planner for this July's gig is Aredz. This quick brown fox is as serious as lightning when it comes to co-ordination and projects. Only thing he's a fairer fox.

Nothing to come between the organizing committees' decision, the date 5th July shall stay pounded on fellow rocker's heads and like a bull being pulled by the noses, the faithful shall flock the venue, thirst with the drying effect of lesser local gigs that are being organised this year. Despite the shitty crap nonsence the so-called Guapunya.com's rock-savvy forum writers are talking about the coming gig, ROCK ON shall go on like it should. Therefore, come hither all ye faithful rockers and let us gather in congregation in the name of Undying Love for Rock!

ROCK ON: A Tribute to 70's & 80's Rock
Date: 5th July 2003, Saturday.
Venue: New Woodland's Community Centre
Time: 2pm till 9pm.
Entrance Fees: $10 with a free copy of Urbankarma's Intifada Musica CD.
Performing Bands: Urbankarma, 7 Pound Vein, Metalheads, Malek Malmsteen, Spellbound and Kripik Peudeus.

Blah, blah, blah, yadda yadda yadda to all at Guapunya.com
Wassalam.
(My brother and me have this doubting thoughts about Malek Malmsteen. We are betting whether the poor guy's gonna play "He Is The Viking; A Tribute to Yngwie Malmsteen." Hehehe.) Mampos aku!

Assalamua'laikum.

Bananas In Pajamas

I felt so local, very local. Looked myself in the mirror, the asian skin is showing off. Its tan, its oriental eyes, its full round lips, its fawn-coloured cheeks. Must I go through a Michael Jackson Syndrome? To feel white when you are not? To forever bluff yourself into believing what you are not?
Laughed at myself in the mirror, about how silly we could become sometimes.

Here's some eyebrow raising insights I could spare a little with you.
Reminiscing back to the days when my hair used to be a rich, brown, curly, long number that flowed down to the back of my body and stops to rest at the tip of my ample hips. Some of the times, I would tend to forget my own skin and would voluntarily fantasize of being an Italian instead of a Javanese-descendant girl. Now, these present times, after I had placed an obvious mirror in front of me, little had I realized the asian skin on me before. Looks so much more like a Japanese lady trapped in Malay soul. To satisfy my Italian craving, I then set foot for the first time in Milan on year 2001. The motherland of my unstoppable obsession.

Milan has this certain air of 'life at its insane moments' what with the youths so fashionably provocative and progressively forward sexually. Four bosom buddies with a new-found friend had done an excruciating 3-hour drive from Lucerne, Switz through tunnels, foot of mountains and curvy highways right on through to northern Italy. We passed by Milan Malpensa Airport, just minutes before an aircraft got bombed, or was it hijacked. After parking the awesome Peugeot somewhere in a sidewalk of Milan, we begin our ramblings in the city with my heart pounding excited and feet scurrying hurriedly to get to Duomo, the magnificent shopping megapolis. With the good navigational experience provided by Ms Georgie, we were able to reach our destination almost hassle-free. The city subway we had rode on was brimming with passengers. Stranger in a foreign land, I was suddenly afraid of one feeling; getting lost. Gripping hard onto my two bro's arms while I enjoyed the warm summer underground train ride. The Italian locals know how different we looked and they took us with caution. That's okay for me because I was increasingly trying to blend in. Apart from bros Sam and Idris, whom skins were more 'seasoned' with the European palate, it was myself, Georgie and Raimie whom were The Outsiders. I was grinning ear to ear at the funny thought. Somehow, one Italian gentleman caught my eyes and as he was scrutinizing me from far, I had to give the most wonderful smile I could think of. A friendly exchange had started between him and me, eyes locked momentarily. Playing my eyes around, I had to break away the mesmerizing stare. I dropped my eyes to the ground for a second and looking up at the smiling Italian, I gave him a last smile as the train stopped at station Duomo. Already hot and sweaty in the train, I did want not to ask for an ultimate meltdown from a gorgeous Italian chum. Such was a brief romance I experienced on my first Italian train ride.

In Duomo, the huge square, Piazza del Duomo exudes a certain exuberance. Being the ultimate shopping strip in Milan, the place is packed with life, excitement, art, architecture and history. There stood the Duomo cathedral in the square with its exquisite building artwork and facing it is the lion monument. Pigeons flocked to the square, which sent Raimie on a rampage of pigeon-chasings giving much fright to the flock from his boyanese intervention. Lira was still being used that time before it was being phased out to give way to a one-Europe currency, the EUD. In Milan, is where I added another one of my 'Guess' collections of timepieces. No shopping freak could resist not buying items after items in Duomo. Cheap not being the reason here, but chic. What fashions and designs that starts in Europe will follow suit in Asia months later. Take for example, the beetle-bug shoes Idris was wearing two years ago, caught on the trend in this region only last year. The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II is a huge, glass roofed shopping arcade in Milan. The interior contains cafes, restaurants and specialty shops. Our group then made a visit to one of the Milano cafes to take a chill and relax. Abundant of power ladies in Milan, it gives the discerning watcher a refreshing eye-cleaning experience. The youths in Milan are free and unbounded. As wild as they look, they took all liberties to be butt-high on marijuana. The police, decked in cool occhiali, sat mounted on fine grey-white horses, monitoring the peace and tranquil of the area. People lounged in cafes, be it busy with daily corporate business or visitors from afar, Milan simply is a cool place to be in.

Finishing our rendezvous at Duomo, we took the train back to the other part of the city to get back to our waiting Peugeot for a return drive to Lucerne. On the way, an accident involving a motor scooter and a car was witnessed. Yeah, the cars in Milan are like devil-chariots. Italians being as provocative as they are, their driving skills shows much of their frantic behaviour. Licking on our gelato, Georgie and me took on a high-calorie walk into the bakeries to drool on delicious tiramisu! Ah! Milan.... if only I could stay much longer.

Wassalam.

Assalamua'laikum.
Lizardeouss writes; Hey, wassup, everyone? The most awaited weekend is here. No work in three consecutive days for me, it's a rewarding period for me to hang out and chill. Eternal freedom is mine and I shall walk this life like an endless highway. Cheers, pals!

Memoirs of the Down Under

Australia. The ultimate down under. Now, what does anyone think when I say down under? Your southern organs?
What comes to my mind when I see Australians and the country itself is how polite, cheerful and relaxed these people are. Aside from its convict beginnings in the 1700's, the Australians I see this century are much more concious and civil. If I were to be given a questionnaire on how customer-related each country folk in the world is, I shall put Australians in the top three. They are focused people and they are orientated, it makes them approachable and developing relations with them is quite easy, I should say. Forget that racist lady politician ( can't remember her name ), the Australians are wholesomely nice, honest folks. Okay, you might think that Liza is getting so Ozzy all over. Well, yes, I am smitten all over by their friendliness.

Australia is made up of six states - New South Wales, Queensland, Victoria, Tasmania, South Australia and Western Australia. They have two territories, The Australian Capital Territory ( Canberra ) and the Northern Territories. Its external territories include the Norfolk Island and Christmas Island. I have yet to cover every part of Australia as my travel destination. The two states which I have been able to visit are New South Wales and Western Australia.

Western Australia takes up almost a third of the continent, but is home to only 1.2 million people, majority of them living in Perth city and its port, Fremantle. Western Australia is where you can see wide spreads of dry land, sandy deserts with its various wild flora and fauna. Sitting where the Indian Ocean is, the sky in summer is spectacularly superb. The sky, bluest of all blue, dark smoky clouds are of nowhere in sight. However beware, put on a brimmed hat and your stylish Oakley shades to avoid the glaring summer sun. When I arrived at Perth International Airport on a February summer, it was a late 0120hrs in the midnight. The air was cool and misty. A trick in the weather at night, the true colours of summer shall be presented then, during the day. Criterion Hotel was a satisfying stay, adequate with a shower, a queen size bed and a single bed in a room, it was bunked by three warm-blooded young travellers. Just like a convenient condo, under the hotel is a Mcdonald's, Subway, a Malay food stall (yes!) and a nifty supermarket as well. Liked it the moment I reached the hotel. With a guidebook in hand, we set out in the refreshing 'new' morning to venture out every nook and corner of Perth city.

We tried on the buses and trams, walked the back alleys and passed by people's houses. Nothing to stop us in our adventure, we eventually pit stopped at a little neighbourhood which immediately I called 'Mafia Town'. That particular neighbourhood happened to be where the majority of Australian-Italians put up home. That 'Mafia Town' is where it housed the BEST Apple Strudel in this region. While the bakery stood at a corner of that neighbourhood, we took slow, curious walks, taking in the sights. One obvious reason why I labelled the neighbourhood 'Mafia Town' was because, at every junction and corner, there is sure to have an Italian cafe, with the ceiling fans stirring slow and steady in the summer afternoon, the cafe visitors wearing black and grey suits with ties, sitting cross legged on petite chairs. As perfectly matched as my visions are, I was gritting my teeth when all at once, at this traffic light junction, a stunning, black highly-polished car drove by, its mirrors wind down, its occupants in their smartest suits, Italian faces. Just like a scene in Godfather Part One, I was imagining about a bloody shoot out between the two rival mafioso gangs right there in that neighbourhood. But, no. This is Perth, unlike New York in the 40's. My two trusted travel mates knocked me out of my daydream, laughing roaringly at my narrations. On another day, we hopped onto the city train to get to Fremantle. Paying AUD 2.60, a return fare to Fremantle within a span of at least 24 hours, the ticket is a good buy. The train trip to Fremantle takes about 30 minutes, passing Subiaco.
Fremantle is one of Australia's bigger ports. The town is so full of school-going hooligans, with grafitti stained walls and naughty kids hanging around, the townfolks are much vocal than the ones in the city. Try jaywalking, the drivers won't hesitate to give an "Oi! Use the traffic crossings, you idiot!" Such was a welcoming remark given to a visitor. Fremantle has the most delectable Fish and Chips restaurants by the wharves. One restaurant which I might consider good to eat at is Cicerello's Landing. A visit to Fremantle market is rewarding, for I was able to stock up on fresh honeys of various grades to bring home. Be prepared to tag along a big shopping bag to transport back all the fresh produce that is to be found in Fremantle. I wondered, what a fine place W.A is, quite fine to make a living in. A lulling thought that sticks within the waves of my mind.

I will go back to you, Perth and Fremantle! Wassalam.

Assalamua'laikum.

Ways of the Martriach.

On Saturday, when I was posting and publishing out my 'tempayan' story, blogspot went berserk. A snip and a huff, it went blackout! Thinking about the heavy influx of readers and bloggers on a Saturday nite, I left my desk at that point of time to meet up with the Knights at the ever-so enriching 24-hour convenience store, 7-EL, with a feeling of remorse in my gut. My eyes were ever so bulging like bee stings, more to say like as if I've been sobbing heavily just minutes before, all due course of my inadequate sleep. I was working on Saturday, clocking in at 0830hrs and clocking out at 1900hrs. Damn vessels, they anchor for less than a day, and then they go sail away in a speed of light without even saying the usual goodbyes. What's bed-time to me anyway? Living my day life and night life to the fullest, I am the invincible..... zzzzzzzzzzz........

At last, a Sunday. A rainy one at that. Having Mummy at home to overtake the chores from me on a Good Sunday, I am the "Permaisuri Of Da House", waking up till late. Because there isn't the sun to shine on my sleep-stricken face in the morn, very much do I enjoy in promiscuous slumber. A gloomy, cool, rainy day, a Sunday, isn't a bad day for some snuggle-up. In my moist dreams.
I was awakened by the noise outside my room. Seems like a whole platoon of banshees are attacking the living daylights of my sanctuary. Little did I remember, Sunday was supposed to be a Martriarchal Party in any one of my family's home. This Sunday, Mummy sweet Mummy has succumbed to the orders of "Puan Permaisuri Liza" to cook 'Opor Nangka' with 'Sambal Tempeh' and did she ever cook up a potent concoction of that Javanese dish! Let food be the alternate satisfaction to sex. Mummy knows best. Sundays are meant to be splurged on at home, lounging around and adding more pounds to my podgy figure. A very lazy queen, ah? But when it comes to weekdays, work overcomes my relaxing weekend and like a cycle, the 'paper-rush' continues to be a raging war against time. A swim would do nicely to overlap the weekend's over-indulgence.

I am counting the days to this Friday, where it will be a holiday for us labourers of this hamster-wheel nation. A long weekend on the way pour moi!

Wassalam...... et bon nuit!

Assalamua'laikum.

Tempayan Pecah, Tempayan Buruk....

Dengan penuh hormatnya, ku ucapkan selamat sejahtera kepada sekelian sahabat. Keikhlasanmu untuk mengambil kesempatan dalam memberi
sokongan kepada penulisanku dapat mendorongku untuk menjadi lebih kreatif pada hari-hari yang akan datang nanti. Terima Kasih!
Cerita berikut bersandarkan kepada nilai yang penuh moral.

Di sebuah negeri berdekatan dengan Andalusia, ada seorang hartawan yang mempunyai rumah-rumah mewah dan ladang terbentang luas. Beliau amat kaya, lagi amat pemurah hati. Beliau memiliki beberapa hamba abdi untuk berkhidmat kepada beliau dan salah satu abdinya yang bernama Aqbal adalah yang amat disayangi. Aqbal hanya diberi tugas untuk mengangkut air dari pancuran air gunung segar, hari-hari dalam hidupnya. Untuk menyenangkan tugas si Aqbal, hartawan itu telah membekalkan kepadanya dua buah tempayan bagi menjalani kerjanya dengan lebih upaya. Dalam setiap hari Aqbal menggunakan kedua buah tempayan itu, lalu salah satunya mengalami kerosakan dan telah pun retak, hampir-hampir tempayan itu ranap dan hancur. Walau dengan keadaan begitu, tempayan yang rosak itu tetap memberi khidmat yang seperti biasa dan beroleh dipenuhi dengan air untuk dipunggah kembali ke rumah besar hartawan itu. Setelah genap dua tahun lamanya, tempayan retak itu masih lagi digunakan oleh Aqbal. Dalam pada itu, tempayan yang masih lawa dan gagah amat bongkak dan membangga diri kerana keadaannya yang masih bagus dan tidak mengalami sebarang kerosakan. Kalau hendak difikirkan disini, di antara kedua tempayan ini, berduanya mereka sama menjalani tugas yang setanding. Walaupun tuan rumah Aqbal mampu membelikan tempayan yang baru untuk digantikan yang telah rosak itu, namun Aqbal tetap berdiam diri dan tidak mengadukan kisah kepada tuannya itu.

Dalam genap tiga tahun Aqbal menjalani tugas bersama kedua tempayan itu, pada suatu hari, tempayan yang rosak itu berkata kepada Aqbal, "Hai tuan, mengapa tidaklah engkau menggantikan aku dengan yang baru untuk dipergunakanmu? Aku yang telah retak dan rosak ini masih dalam khidmatanmu." Dengan mendengar itu, Aqbal bersenyum dan menjawab, "Walaupun engkau adalah tempayan yang sumpik dan retak, aku masih sayang untuk membuangmu kerana kau amat berjasa sekali kepadaku dan juga kepada tuan tanah. Jika kau teringatkan, aku menaruhmu di bahu kananku lalu menggendongmu sepanjang jalan. Di dalam perjalanan itu, adakah kau melihat bunga-bunga tanaman aku yang menghias indah di sekeliling rumah tuan tanah kita?" Tempayan retak tercelik dan tersedar akan ingatannya melihat bunga-bunga segar dan riang menyambutnya ketika dia berjalan hari-hari apabila pulang dari pancuran air. Lalu Aqbal hujahkan dengan seterusnya, "Engkau, walaupun dengan rupamu buruk dan dirimu cacat cela, amat berguna dalam kehidupan harian. Air yang menitis dari pecahan retakan mu itu telah menjirus tanam-tanaman bunga ku dan kerana pertolonganmu itulah, bunga-bungaku hidup segar dan ceria." Dengan mendengarkan itu, tempayan retak berasa amat terharu lalu perasaan daif mekar di dalam dirinya. Dari hari itu, tempayan retak terus berkhidmat bersama Aqbal untuk selama-lamanya.

Didalam diri kita semua semestinya ada 'tempayan retak, tempayan pecah, tempayan buruk'. Awak boleh ketawa, tapi bila kita singkap kembali perkara-perkara peribadi yang pernah terjadi kepada kita, tidakkah ia membuat kita terasa daif dan penuh dengan keinsafan? Tidak salahnya terjadi tempayan pecah, sebab seburuk mana kita, orang-orang yang kita sayangi dan orang-orang yang menyayangi kita tidak bersikap 'membuang muka' kepada kita. Selit daun sikit.... 'resmi padi, lebih berisi lebih menunduk ia...'

Dengan itu, saya mengucapkan Wassalam..... dan nikmati hujung minggu anda!

Assalamua'laikum.

Stairway To Heaven.... or Hell?

I am so gratefully thankful to Allah for blessing me with fit, healthy friends around me. So far, none has ever contracted any sickness so severe that it theatens to taint their very lives once and for all. My heart, however, weeps for the sick ones, the injured ones and the infected ones. So heavy does my heart bleed to know of any calamity befalling on any one of my close friends. So heavy does my heart carry the burden in knowing that somewhere in the middle east, a siege is underway in the well-known respected city of Baghdad, a case of life & death for the Arabic population of Iraq.

I am a Scorpion. Not to say that I deeply indulge in these dark zodiac thingies but, I do have a 50% believe on my own starsign. And I should say these following qualities exist in the very bottom of me: sympathetic, compassionate, deeply intuitive, passionate, energetic and secretive. Quite recently have I learned of a lady friend being infected with a virus so unthinkable in my dictionary, it really is a 'in-my-face' situation and I take the news quite surprisingly shaken. This lady friend of mine is always sure of herself, she's always sure all that glitters is gold. Many of times have I attempted to fence up a strong barricade for her, between the bad, ugly path and the good path. Lest that she says that I am over-writing her own rights, I then keep my strides quiet and low, giving her the benefit of my doubts instead. So much that I can do for a lady friend.

As late as I am with my correcting advices on her, she has contracted genital herpes. Through many years of many relationships, this very year had her in the stitches of her own hems. I was crying real hard for this dear lady friend of mine. She shewed me the strength of Lady Godiva, while tears well in my eyes. I am like the stone mermaid of Copenhagen. Sitting far away out in the sea and thinking of the questions why. I did my own research about this virus, a subject still foreign to me, and enlightened to know more about the case. Herpein, a Greek word, meaning 'to creep'. Herpes comes in two distinct disorders, herpes simplex and herpes zoster. The latter is the same strain as chickenpox. There, having gotten all the info I needed to understand more of my lady friend's pain, I shall stay composed in my own thoughts and stay positive by her side. I only wished that I could do more for her, perhaps to clear away the blemishes that has already stained her very life. Her words punctured my heart when she told me that it will stay on with her for the rest fo her life. How strong can we get, m'lady?

Every single prayer that I say, the most important blessing I would ask from Allah is, good health, for my family, my friends, my parents, myself and everyone around me. Aamin.

Wassalam......

Assalamua'laikum.

The Perverseness of it all...

::Perverse; meaning 1. obstinately or unreasonably wrong, 2. self-willed, 3. headstrong, 4. wayward.
Coming from the word 'pervert', it's a wholefully characteristic word in its own context. Insanity seems to have a strong rule over this word.
Anyway, isn't what perverseness everybody does everyday around the world?::

::As perverse as it sounds, the expressions I have included below makes an enjoyable read. Meaningless in its structure, but it sure lights up your dark thoughts. Good as an anecdote for anyone under quarantine right now...... ::

Berikut adalah peribahasa melayu yang telah dipesongkan dalam konteksnya. Terima kasih kepada DJ Isma dari THR.com KL. Tanpamu, malamku sepi. Radioku amat gembira dengan kehadiranmu.

"Gajah mati meninggalkan gading, Harimau mati meninggalkan belang, Manusia mati meninggalkan dunia"

"Habis madu, SEPAH jangan dibuang bersepahan"

"Harapkan pagar, Pagar tidak boleh diharapkan"

"Biar putih tulang, Jangan kuning gigi"

"Alang-alang mandi, Biar pakai sabun"

Wassalam.