Friday, October 23, 2009

Guilt

Drop guilt! -- because to be guilty is to live in hell. Not being guilty, you will have the freshness of dewdrops in the early morning sun, you will have the freshness of lotus petals in the lake, you will have the freshness of the stars in the night. Once guilt disappears you will have a totally different kind of life, luminous and radiant. You will have a dance to your feet and your heart will be singing a thousand and one songs.(quote by Osho)

So, why am writing about guilt? Well, I know one too many people that I care about consume themselves so deep into guilt feeling that they feel trapped. And this becomes a snowball reaction to all other actions that the person(s) do next. Am also referring this to some family members and couple of close friends.

Thus, stop feeling guilty. If a decision has been made and you feel bad about it, go take a nice bath, sleep or just do some activity that takes your mind of the guilt feeling because guilt can be cancerous!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Little forest in Kay el











Here's my father-in-law's work of art in our little backyard (in our Kay el home) - all 42 feet covered with grass, plants, flowers, vegetables, herbs, a gazebo, couple of statues, a shack for garden tools etc. etc.

It a gorgeous view. Love it. Thanks pappa. You truly have a green thumb.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Shallow

Source: www.youtube.com

BBC Radio 4's Crossing Continents travelled to Malaysia to explore the divide among races. This extract features reporter Mukul Devichand speaking to Luqman, a student leader at the Universiti Teknologi Mara - a Malay University. ...


Sunday, September 20, 2009

Still I rise

Sometimes no words can describe how terrible one feels. And sometimes it is difficult to share or write about it. In short, I got the blues. I am only human so what should I do......get out of it. Append below one of my favorite poem by Maya Angelou. This poem is so wonderful and inspiring. The words are magical to me.


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

(by Maya Angelou)

Friday, September 18, 2009

House

A tale on the social economic plight faced by many Indian Malaysians.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Classy girl, my respect to you.

My respect to this lady, Beyonce. Very considerate and there should be more celebrities/singers with that sort of attitude.

Beyonce gives up her acceptance Speech For Taylor Swift.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

R.I.P Floyd

I love this guy Floyd. I love the way he cooks and presents food.

Most importantly I love the way he inspired me to cook and not to feel bad about eating or drinking while cooking (can't do that with driving, at least the law does not allow one to consume alcohol and then drive - with some limitation...Go figure).

Floyd had a magical aura to inspire not only one to cook but importantly to feel happy and jolly about. He was an extraordinary person. Most TV chefs today do not have that magic and they are just plain celebrity with a formula and a foul language to follow.

Sadly, Keith Floyd died on September 14, 2009 due to a heart attack. He was 65. Rest in peace.