and so today is the 7th day of the Chinese New Year.
a lot has happened just between the start of the Western New Year and that of this Chinese New Year.
i found out that my best friend was really dating someone when he put his Facebook status into "in a relationship" yet chose not to tell me, even when i asked him. no biggie i suppose, just hurtful. and so to the Blog Stalker i have now picked up through our common friend in La Coruna, delete delete delete!
i found out that i am glucose intolerant. no biggie i know, just have had to give up my truck-driver-portions of rice at lunch and dinner, my McDs and all those french fries in-between, and my religious nightly beer. my body though loves this new change and has dropped 4 KGs over a week plus i am feeling soo energized without my insulin having to work overtime to cope with the carbs, i might as well be on prozac. plus it made me buy a treadmill (so at 40 i am finally going to eat well and walk to sweat!). le sigh.
i reaffirmed again why i love IggySingh soooooooooo, and why she loves me right back. she was just so manja towards me over the long CNY break, and amongst lots of ways of showing me her companionship and her affiliation... (now this is a biggie!) for the 1st time ever, she also climbed into my lap just so she could then climb up onto my shoulder, all on her very own. where she proceeded to sit and kiss the back of my neck repeatedly, hugging my neck, until she had had her fill, and then down she came all on her very own. free will! ya gotta love it!
oh and i found my 40th birthday present... so Poh Kong MV, here i come again and again :)
and to all my dearest friends and members of my familia (that i talk to), i would like to take this opportunity to wish each of YOU a Happy and Prosperous Chinese New Year. May the Year of The Rat bring to you lots of love, prosperity, good health and escalating wealth.
Chak De!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
embracing 2008 :)
my 40th year is here.
and so i am waiting for the angels to hark in heaven, and for ALL my dreams to come true in this one swirling Bollywood-dream-dance-climax-theme-sequence. in which i will have my man fall passionately in love with me and i will fall readily into his waltzing embrace, and we will eagerly do our own dard-ke-disco in the special-effects-fog that mysteriously seeps around our ankles.
yes... so, i have to find THE man first but other than that?
i want for this year to be a truly happy one.
to have us achieve world peace.
to see the end of ALL terrorism.
i want the abused animals to find homes with people that love their gentle souls, and who show our loyal friends that life is really all about receiving love and not about the human horrors they have had to put up with in silent anguish. i want the abusers to repent and carry their crosses up the South American rain forests or get locked up in tiny cages and take the abuse they meted out in lieu of atonement.
i want to see abused wives stand up for themselves and ALL crime against children fade into just another horror from our poor decrepit uncivilized past.
i want to see couples genuinely in happy marriages/relationships and the art of faithfulness becoming all the rage.
i want to see all cures be created miraculously, and to have cancer to be the first to be eradicated. i want us to be a world with no sickness, with no disease, and of pure pink health from birth to peaceful blissful death.
i want to have lunch with Bono, and salute to all religions coming together towards the one true God, the Father that has created us all, in our glorious diversity.
i want most of all, to be able to sleep through the nights :) and to wake up in the knowledge that i am truly loved.
i wish you a verry happy new year and give you my sincerest wishes for a Year of The Rat that is filled with pink health, eternal love, internal, environmental and global peace and cha-chink.... prosperity baby. Chak De!
and so i am waiting for the angels to hark in heaven, and for ALL my dreams to come true in this one swirling Bollywood-dream-dance-climax-theme-sequence. in which i will have my man fall passionately in love with me and i will fall readily into his waltzing embrace, and we will eagerly do our own dard-ke-disco in the special-effects-fog that mysteriously seeps around our ankles.
yes... so, i have to find THE man first but other than that?
i want for this year to be a truly happy one.
to have us achieve world peace.
to see the end of ALL terrorism.
i want the abused animals to find homes with people that love their gentle souls, and who show our loyal friends that life is really all about receiving love and not about the human horrors they have had to put up with in silent anguish. i want the abusers to repent and carry their crosses up the South American rain forests or get locked up in tiny cages and take the abuse they meted out in lieu of atonement.
i want to see abused wives stand up for themselves and ALL crime against children fade into just another horror from our poor decrepit uncivilized past.
i want to see couples genuinely in happy marriages/relationships and the art of faithfulness becoming all the rage.
i want to see all cures be created miraculously, and to have cancer to be the first to be eradicated. i want us to be a world with no sickness, with no disease, and of pure pink health from birth to peaceful blissful death.
i want to have lunch with Bono, and salute to all religions coming together towards the one true God, the Father that has created us all, in our glorious diversity.
i want most of all, to be able to sleep through the nights :) and to wake up in the knowledge that i am truly loved.
i wish you a verry happy new year and give you my sincerest wishes for a Year of The Rat that is filled with pink health, eternal love, internal, environmental and global peace and cha-chink.... prosperity baby. Chak De!
Monday, December 17, 2007
like a record machine, right round baby.
i am spinning.
around and right around again.
big smile stretching my lips.
my eyes are wide open. and i shut them in bliss.
i throw my arms out.
my fingers quiver as they embrace life.
the firm press of your palm,
cupping the small of my back.
you are laughing and your brown eyes are liquid.
you are helping me to spin.
and we are alive in each other.
i wonder when i woke up?
my head is throbbing.
my throat is brittle with pain.
i ache for some water.
i feel the weight of him press down on me.
i know now without a doubt,
that i am choking.
the shallow grave opens up behind me.
the cold clammy rocks, dig.
i hurt and i am tired.
i watch him grunt, and feel his foul smell.
how long will this take?
i am ready now and i shudder.
the pale blue sky is just beyond.
~a fictional piece by amreeth~
around and right around again.
big smile stretching my lips.
my eyes are wide open. and i shut them in bliss.
i throw my arms out.
my fingers quiver as they embrace life.
the firm press of your palm,
cupping the small of my back.
you are laughing and your brown eyes are liquid.
you are helping me to spin.
and we are alive in each other.
i wonder when i woke up?
my head is throbbing.
my throat is brittle with pain.
i ache for some water.
i feel the weight of him press down on me.
i know now without a doubt,
that i am choking.
the shallow grave opens up behind me.
the cold clammy rocks, dig.
i hurt and i am tired.
i watch him grunt, and feel his foul smell.
how long will this take?
i am ready now and i shudder.
the pale blue sky is just beyond.
~a fictional piece by amreeth~
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Justice and the Count
Tarot: the Justice card
"Justice represents the balance in life between right and wrong. It is a reminder that you are accountable for your actions and you must be prepared to accept the consequences of any misdeeds. You have been given the strength to fight injustice in everyday life, so bring balance back into the world around you."
i told my best friend my worst secret yesterday, after years of wondering how he would react. and he responded perfectly. supportive, appropriately angry, passionate, and the perfect friend.
thank you my Count.
"Justice represents the balance in life between right and wrong. It is a reminder that you are accountable for your actions and you must be prepared to accept the consequences of any misdeeds. You have been given the strength to fight injustice in everyday life, so bring balance back into the world around you."
i told my best friend my worst secret yesterday, after years of wondering how he would react. and he responded perfectly. supportive, appropriately angry, passionate, and the perfect friend.
thank you my Count.
Monday, November 5, 2007
the unity band
say what?
why do i need to wear a stupid red rubber band around my wrist to prove i am Malaysian?
i am Malaysian! i am not a politician, thus i do not sit in a Malay, Chinese or Indian party. i do not talk about my kris in Parliament and about my culture of yam-seng and such and then say "i am Malaysian, but only talking about my own culture lah/leh".
i do not think of myself as Punjabi or Indian. i have always said i am Malaysian first.
but now, the conceptualization and creation of this cheap ugly red rubber band is an insult to me, as a Malaysian, and i am in addition forced to watch these awfully cheesy adverts on Astro that brainwash: eh - all of us liking roti-canai lah so we same-same.Malaysian and someone calling someone else "brother" in another language is a fucking honor.
don't our damn politicians get it??! every time YOU acknowledge we are different, YOU are perpetuating the myth that we are different. and telling us that wearing this skanky crappy red rubber band around our wrists makes us more Malaysian, merely proves that we are still such different souls struggling to conform, 50 long painful years on.
get a grip my Malaysian politicians, and do not work at separating us whilst articulating Kongsi-Raya.
why do i need to wear a stupid red rubber band around my wrist to prove i am Malaysian?
i am Malaysian! i am not a politician, thus i do not sit in a Malay, Chinese or Indian party. i do not talk about my kris in Parliament and about my culture of yam-seng and such and then say "i am Malaysian, but only talking about my own culture lah/leh".
i do not think of myself as Punjabi or Indian. i have always said i am Malaysian first.
but now, the conceptualization and creation of this cheap ugly red rubber band is an insult to me, as a Malaysian, and i am in addition forced to watch these awfully cheesy adverts on Astro that brainwash: eh - all of us liking roti-canai lah so we same-same.Malaysian and someone calling someone else "brother" in another language is a fucking honor.
don't our damn politicians get it??! every time YOU acknowledge we are different, YOU are perpetuating the myth that we are different. and telling us that wearing this skanky crappy red rubber band around our wrists makes us more Malaysian, merely proves that we are still such different souls struggling to conform, 50 long painful years on.
get a grip my Malaysian politicians, and do not work at separating us whilst articulating Kongsi-Raya.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
two...
only TWO more working days until my life hits a purrrfect balance of harmony again.
Iggy and I will get our beloved Kak P back, and she will be back to being Iggy's second mother and Iggy will feel less lonely, and me, I will have BACK-UP.
waheguru.
Iggy and I will get our beloved Kak P back, and she will be back to being Iggy's second mother and Iggy will feel less lonely, and me, I will have BACK-UP.
waheguru.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
blink
i sit often now, with my eyes frozen open.
my unshed tears spring habitually to the back of my eyes, and i am afraid.
afraid that should i blink, i will allow the warm hurtful liquid an easy access to my broad cheeks, and the world will then see how my soul really mourns.
mourns this new coming of age, this new lesson learnt, this new ending.
for when you said good-bye, the finality of things so hopeless weighed too heavily upon these small shoulders, and i stopped breathing.
i could have taken any punishment, but not good-bye.
my unshed tears spring habitually to the back of my eyes, and i am afraid.
afraid that should i blink, i will allow the warm hurtful liquid an easy access to my broad cheeks, and the world will then see how my soul really mourns.
mourns this new coming of age, this new lesson learnt, this new ending.
for when you said good-bye, the finality of things so hopeless weighed too heavily upon these small shoulders, and i stopped breathing.
i could have taken any punishment, but not good-bye.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
the little things i am blessed with
7:30am: the way Iggy's tail uncurls as the sleep leaves her eyes.
the way she cocks her head to the side, and bats her eyelids at me, snuggling closer into my hand for more manjas. the way her leg comes right back to kick my hand away as HRH has had enough petting for the morning and is ready for her morning routine now.
the love of my life = my green iguana!
8:00am: the luxury of standing under a hot shower, sponging to Marks+Spencer's' China Blue bath cream. the feel of my short hair as i condition. my toes curling up as i tell myself again that every minute after this is going to make me late! the rushing around my bedroom like a headless chook cos i can, and loving the drama of the rush... will i be late??!
12:30pm: lunch and the hot humid walk to the KLCC Suria for lunch at the Foodcourt, yet again. the familiarity of the chap-fan, and the need to eat my soft tofu, yet again... the conversation with my colleagues. the work dramas of the morning revealed and debated. the signing off mentally, as my mind creeps to what he is doing, and the secret smiles as i realize he is probably still fast asleep, and the sadness as i think he is so not dreaming about me.
5:00pm-5:30pm: just for the duration of this project, is pack up and go home time. the wonderment as i step into my apartment, all my work stressors parked at my front door as Iggy voicelessly acknowledges that i am home. her angry head-bobs if her friend senor sun has been absent for the day. her happy gentle hello head-bobbing if the sky is blue, and lined with those fluffy white clouds she just loves to watch. the wonderment i feel, that she may actually think i control the weather. the pujuk to eat her sawi time, followed fast with a hot shower and her entire pm routine.
6:30pm: Iggy's bedtime. the joy of knowing she is home with me, again, and here to stay stay stay. and that she is safely curled up under her cushions, and that in 13 hours.. it will be time to wake her up and start all over again. the fervent prayers in mind for a sunny day tomorrow and for Iggy to lick her bowl clean by devouring all her green veggies.
FACEBOOK TIME: the joy of being able to satisfy my insane obsession with my Zombie who is now at 1005 points! followed by my Vampire, Werewolf and Slayer! in between sterilizing Iggy's food bowls, bathroom, kitchen sink, and wiping down her cage. i bond with domesticity and the Internet! i wonder if i am dressed enough to walk over for a visit and dinner with aunty Jas.
8:00pm+: maybe i would have watched Saloni and then Bani twist painfully in their individual lives on the Zee serials. maybe i would have just flaked out catching the cyber waves and think i should just bond with Max and all the tiresome episodes over the week-end instead, in one mind-numbing fest. walking over to aunty Jas' i am feeling happy and content. tired and ready to hear about her day.
MY DAILY PHONE CALL: with Mom :) lifts me up to no end.
9:00pm+: heading home to flake on my couch. to sleep. or to watch some TV. 6:15am will be time to wake up and start the chants, soak the veggies, prepare HRH's daily feast all over again. so i typically opt to zzz and to away to dreams where i only get 11 chances and i win some, and i definitely lose some. subconsciously pondering my karma? hmmm... more like i am living my Facebook choices! in between dreaming about him, that is awake and not thinking about me at all.
the way she cocks her head to the side, and bats her eyelids at me, snuggling closer into my hand for more manjas. the way her leg comes right back to kick my hand away as HRH has had enough petting for the morning and is ready for her morning routine now.
the love of my life = my green iguana!
8:00am: the luxury of standing under a hot shower, sponging to Marks+Spencer's' China Blue bath cream. the feel of my short hair as i condition. my toes curling up as i tell myself again that every minute after this is going to make me late! the rushing around my bedroom like a headless chook cos i can, and loving the drama of the rush... will i be late??!
12:30pm: lunch and the hot humid walk to the KLCC Suria for lunch at the Foodcourt, yet again. the familiarity of the chap-fan, and the need to eat my soft tofu, yet again... the conversation with my colleagues. the work dramas of the morning revealed and debated. the signing off mentally, as my mind creeps to what he is doing, and the secret smiles as i realize he is probably still fast asleep, and the sadness as i think he is so not dreaming about me.
5:00pm-5:30pm: just for the duration of this project, is pack up and go home time. the wonderment as i step into my apartment, all my work stressors parked at my front door as Iggy voicelessly acknowledges that i am home. her angry head-bobs if her friend senor sun has been absent for the day. her happy gentle hello head-bobbing if the sky is blue, and lined with those fluffy white clouds she just loves to watch. the wonderment i feel, that she may actually think i control the weather. the pujuk to eat her sawi time, followed fast with a hot shower and her entire pm routine.
6:30pm: Iggy's bedtime. the joy of knowing she is home with me, again, and here to stay stay stay. and that she is safely curled up under her cushions, and that in 13 hours.. it will be time to wake her up and start all over again. the fervent prayers in mind for a sunny day tomorrow and for Iggy to lick her bowl clean by devouring all her green veggies.
FACEBOOK TIME: the joy of being able to satisfy my insane obsession with my Zombie who is now at 1005 points! followed by my Vampire, Werewolf and Slayer! in between sterilizing Iggy's food bowls, bathroom, kitchen sink, and wiping down her cage. i bond with domesticity and the Internet! i wonder if i am dressed enough to walk over for a visit and dinner with aunty Jas.
8:00pm+: maybe i would have watched Saloni and then Bani twist painfully in their individual lives on the Zee serials. maybe i would have just flaked out catching the cyber waves and think i should just bond with Max and all the tiresome episodes over the week-end instead, in one mind-numbing fest. walking over to aunty Jas' i am feeling happy and content. tired and ready to hear about her day.
MY DAILY PHONE CALL: with Mom :) lifts me up to no end.
9:00pm+: heading home to flake on my couch. to sleep. or to watch some TV. 6:15am will be time to wake up and start the chants, soak the veggies, prepare HRH's daily feast all over again. so i typically opt to zzz and to away to dreams where i only get 11 chances and i win some, and i definitely lose some. subconsciously pondering my karma? hmmm... more like i am living my Facebook choices! in between dreaming about him, that is awake and not thinking about me at all.
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