Cute Boy

Salam.

I am late of course, but Kai below is too cute. Haha

Those Who Wish to Sing, Always Find a Song

Salam.

I have been changing my blog appearance like it really matters. But as I am kind of in laid-back mode right now, I need to express it through the simplicity of the white in this theme. We, women has that special gift of over thinking on certain things as if it matter much, but in reality the bang that been cut short is only 1 inch. (Just like me and changing the appearance of the layout of this blog).

I have bought two books. Both are equally good and I would like to recommend them here. As I grow older, I notice I am no longer crave for the fictional book, I long for something that is more encouraging and relevant in my life. So the first book is, co-written by Prof Muhaya and Bahruddin Bekri, (picture below). I know that brick thick book is quite impossible for us now, so this 3/8 Inches thick book is ideal for all. Because the short stories in the book was based from real life story and to know someone so kind-hearted exist in this world, it was a very good rings-a-bell kind of book.

Second is below.

I read this book, so sheepishly while flipping, realizing there is too much negativity in me that hold me back from flying. (Not that I can fly, but floating is not really the word too, so... hehe).

 And one of the way recommended to not feel  sorrow, forlorn, dull (negative negative words) is by list down all the achievement and big events in life. As example (cue : boast talk of mine, sorry!), 'I have join 9 runs', instead of 'I have yet to finish 21 km run, let alone a 42 km marathon'.

Enjoy the weekend people and sorry for everything. Bye!

Terrible Sense of Loss

Salam.

There is a very concrete reason why I was born as a daughter to my parents, blessed with siblings of mine and cross path with friends surrounding me. Basically, there is a giant reason why I am fated to be me. It is simpler to say that I am not strong enough to live without my parents, my siblings and my friends. Mother's Day is now and although it is not much of celebration for my mother, but mother is as always cheerful when we, her kid give her a call. (Okay maybe exception at the moment when we are begging for pocket money hehe)

There are a few of my friends, whom their mother's passed away when they were still young. I took a close look at these women and it is safe to say that these women were all strong. They are group of people who can stand strong on their own feet, unlike me that as of now still too much relying on my parents. To you strong women, I salute you. To know you are being tested with the loss because you are strong, or to know you are being strong because you passed the test, it work both way. Remember, you are strong!!

The reason why I wrote about this topic up here is because I thought while we are all celebrating with our lovely moms, how hard is it for those which their moms are not physically there to be celebrated. 

Happy day ahead. Insya Allah.

Bye!