Anecdot.

Blank. But I have too many things to jot down, to share with the world. Only I'm out of words to literally describe each and every tones.

I think I need to get myself a laptop so I could get out of this Jurassic World. a L.A.P.T.O.P. You hear that? It drives me crazy not being able to write out my feeling , my contentment, my complaints.So much I love living in my own private world I need to get a peek of what's hot on T-Rex's runway, yes?

I have put on a LOT of kilos on my scale. I'm in dire need of exercise and healthy eating program. Sans rice, carbs, protein, sweets, anything edible..but I will be anorexic which I swear I dont want to be one! I just want to get back into my old slender shape. That's all. Is it too much to ask for? This is NOT me. I need to act....fast!

Last night, I was dreaming...Myself in a nice floral print summer dress. It's fuschia - my favorite hue. I have a big, black stylish belt wrapped nicely on my waist ( an illusion for slimmer torso), my hair was done perfectly (fringe air-blow-dried, bob), my shoe...Ooohh, it's the loveliest!The one I always wanted to have one (even though I do have one pair in my closet. But it's Shocking Citrus).Pale tone peep toe. 3 inches. With a big, chunky diamond to accentuate the soft pattern. In my hand, a coral blue velvet clutch to perfect the look. I stand tall. I smile big. I am in joy.

Yet... it was only a dream. How I wish it's TRUE.

Gemala Hati...

You know there are things in life that we wish never occurred to us and they are things in life that we wish to happen to us. But at the end of the day, you couldn't really decide (or even control) things in your life. It's just happened, whether you like it or not. It's. Just. Happened. Period.


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Well, I believe this is what we, Muslim, called "Qada' & Qadar". One of the six pillars of Rukun Iman. Not believing it or refuse to accept the good and the bad of how life could be colored makes you somewhat a "non-believer". I'm nobody to say much about this. It's up to your own conception and belief. But for me...I do. I do believe this.


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I have this habit every morning while driving (or should I say dragging) my way to the office. I carelessly enjoy the scenes outside my little black moving (crawling) box. Looking at people, places and perhaps the same moving boxes that share the same route as me everyday.


The jam is hideous. The man next *window is digging his precious quarry. The girl in that red moving box is singing along with whatever thing she's listening on the radio. The young couple in that white box in front me seems to be quarrelling. Oh wait...what? Shhhe must be kidding! No! The girl has just slammed her * chic, fuchsia handbag ( I mean a huge tote which is hot on runway now)on her boyfriend's head - over and over again. Oucchhh...that must be a nasty flirt last night. Hmmm...wait, look at that old man on the roadside - impatiently waiting for RapidKL bus (whose driver "efficiently" drives his way in between sandwiches of moving boxes). I guess he's late for appointment.I could tell from the way he's been yelling ( I mean from the gestures) and anxious eyes.


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This is bliss.


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It's the same route but different journey everyday. And it never fail to fascinate me in the similar way it irritates me. Rude drivers, selfish drivers,clumsy drivers,impatient drivers, slow drivers you name it. All these creatures will be waiting for you as soon as you crawl out of your "castle" - imagine Alice in Wonderland's Red Queen castle if you dare).


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This morning my journey is less than usual. No drama. No show. No fun. No Scene.


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As much as I curse and loath the antagonist(s) of my journey, I would say they make my life a little more than extraordinary.

Book Review...Duhhhhh.

EDITORIAL REVIEW OF "CLAUSTROPHOBIC" - the latest funny thriller by Felicia Burnt.


It's weekend and Annie is freaking out.


Beatrice is having a great time with Max at home when suddenly an intruder breaks in and steals away their romantic time and happiness together - and it happens every weeks.


Cheryl is not feeling well and just had a terrible day at work. Reaching home, she saw nothing but a warm, cosy bed to rest her head on. But it's all screw up only few seconds to midnight.


Debra is a gorgeous writer - to-be, living peacefully in a suburb. Her days are full of wisdom and peace at times and she love keeping her private moment busy with reading and cooking dinner for two... ONLY it's just in her dream.


Annie, Beatrice, Cheryl and Debra are not best friends. Neither they are sisters, neighbours nor colleagues. As yet, all these 4 women are leading the same life only with different names.


Moving chronologically, this story provides not only puzzling case of each characters but the ingenious methods how they are trapped in a conflict they ever don't want to get sticky with. Catch up more in "Claustrophobic". Available in all major bookstores now.



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