Monday, June 28, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
People always come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.
When someone is in your life for a REASON,
it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty,
or to provide you with guidance and support,
to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they just walk away.
Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.
When people come into your life for a SEASON,
it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall,
the season eventually ends.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;
those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway);
and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being part of my life.
Now, I need to pack. Will be experimenting with my DSLR the next four days and take some shots with nice bokeh. Off to Medan.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I still remember.
6 years ago, you left a note on the windshield of my car.
“Sometimes, the best things in life cannot be seen or heard but are felt in the heart”
You signed it with your name, The Syed, and a number for me to call you back. The rest they say is history.
This morning, however, I cried.
I cried not because I found your wedding invitation addressed to me in my mailbox the morning after your wedding, and I had no idea that you even had a fiancée, or that you were getting married.
I cried not because when you called to say you were supposedly touring Europe, you were in fact busy getting married.
I cried not because you are now someone else’s, and you will never be mine. I let go of that dream and hope a very long time ago. During one rainy afternoon when I asked where are we headed and you truthfully said that we are not meant to be. I accepted that. We became friends.
I cried not because during those last movie dates together and I mentioned who would I be watching movies with if you decide to get married in the near future, you didn’t say anything, and I thought I’d still have you for a few more moons.
I cried not because of the countless of weekends spent together, countless late night conversations, countless dinners after work, countless supper and countless journeys together discovering new places to eat, and I wouldn’t be able to do that with you anymore.
I cried not because while you were supposedly touring Europe, I was patiently waiting for you to come back. I was missing you.
I cried because when I texted a congratulatory message to you, and my hands were shaking and the tears threatened to fall, you said we can still go out for movies together. That’s not me. I wouldn’t do that.
I cried because though you had a moment to spare to come over to my house to drop the card in my mailbox, you couldn’t spare a moment to call or see me and tell me that you are getting married.
I cried because after 6 years of friendship, I was still not a friend to you. A friend would know when a friend is getting married.
I cried because you didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye to you. To us. To our twisted friendship together. I cried because I just lost my best friend.
Only to realize that I wasn’t yours.
I’d better be getting home now. I’ve been here all day. Thinking, then crying.
The barista here in Coffee Bean Mont Kiara is going to start thinking that I’m homeless. The shredded wedding card is still on the table.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
It's actually still a work in progress as I try to balance my chaotic and disorganized life. An extension of what and who I am here, I needed a different space to record the places I see and people I've met , from my perspective, my words and through my lenses.
The first few entries are a mess, truth be told but I just needed to get a few posted up to get things going, or it will never go anywhere :)
Monday, June 14, 2010
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
The Cheshire cat, Alice in Wonderland.
I stopped mid way when it suddenly dawned on me, there I was, being judgmental when I have yet to even lock eyes with the person, when it actual truth, I am the one with the weird quirks and idiosyncrasies.
So, I was thinking, if I promise to accept you as you are, will you accept me as I am, weird and clueless at times? Life would be dull without us filling it with odd and uncanny quirks and idiosyncrasies. I say, bring on the friend chicken legs and the Backstreet singing boys and the well manicured nails, we're all mad here. ;-) So says the grinning cat.