And You Named Your Kids Whattt???!

Adidas ad, The Curve, Damansara

- Saw this, whilst at The Curve yesterday. I thought it was quite hilarious, and was telling my sister today, how traumatized those poor Indian kids would be!

In The Throes Of September

It is in times of adversity and pain/angst that you realize and know who your friends truly are. I'm going to write this post, as though there'd be no 'audience' to read it later. A genius is not needed to conclude that life has been a little bumpy of late, neither is there a want to elaborate on the growing hills. Strange how life can turn upside down in a matter of one minute. Funny how we plan and dream, only to have them crumble into pieces, because of something, or someone. Nothing is ever guaranteed.

And yet, life doesn't stop. The cycle continuously flows, with nothing to stop, or hinder its path. Henceforth, if we stumble, and find a blockage in our way, do we give up, because to our finite minds and eyes, we CANNOT see a road out? Or is it a pause, where we recollect our thoughts, seek upwards for wisdom, and discover a route from the temporary problem?

The last few days have been trying, to say the least. Broken would be the understatement of the year. Sarcasm, cynicism, resentment, and blossoming hatred struggle to overpower common sense, forgiveness, love, and patience. I constantly arrive at that weak spot, where a combination of my head and heart says, "Fine. If that's the way, so be it. I'll never come back. Etc." But, when I am in my quietest moments, weeping and exhausted, these words flash: "Just give it up, Mag. Let it go, forget, walk on, and don't look back, if that is the way the other party wants it to be. Give it up; and go on living life. Forgive."

A rocket scientist is never going to have a clue on how to sort a mortal heart out.

I suppose this is as how much I wish to write. The next few months, until the year ends, will be spent, amongst other important parts, deciphering my heart, and charting my life course once more. Fall down, scrape your knee, but make sure you can stand right again, and know how to clean yourself up. Broken, but not in pieces. Weak, and yet, still strong.

Before I close off, there are some people I am thankful for. I don't know, if you'll ever read this post on this online journal, but to those whose names are mentioned, thank you.

- Uncle Fredy

- Jojo

- Mez

- Rosie

- Dan

And last, but not least, to "pink pigs that fly" - If you read this - I will make it.

xx Madge xx

Diversion From The Usual

Cuppa Cappuccino at Pizza Uno

- Thought the heart-shape was a sweet touch.

Eddy's "Manual" Cappuccino

- Probably looks different than your usual cup of cappuccino,

but was pleasurable enough.

- This is one salmon dish you have to try,
if you ever go to Italiannies. I can't recall the particular name,

but it's heaven.

Sampled at Mum's recent birthday dinner.

Seafood Risotto

- Ehm, a dish one should have,

only if you are crazily famished. Also, if you are not fussy

about flavour, then by all means, go for it. Rather bland.

Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I, I will be here
If in the dark we lose sight of love
Hold my hand and have no fear
Cause I, I will be here

I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to crying
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
Cause I will be here

Tomorrow morning if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I, I will be here
As sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
So I, I will be here

I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here

I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me

I, I will be here

And just as sure as seasons are made for change
Our lifetimes are made for years
So I, I will be here
We'll be together
I will be here

"I Will Be Here"
Steven Curtis Chapman

"And So You're Leaving . . .?"

It's a little hard, when friends leave. However, that's probably one of life's favoured cycles - Friends come and go; people go in and out; and loved-ones will somehow also end up making a bright entrance, but exiting as well.

But yes, life goes, despite of the ones, on whom you place considerable esteem or importance, leave. Just keep on holding to those friendships you think are worth more than the things you own in this world, and keep living that life of yours. Make things count. Make life count. Make yourself count. At the end of the day, don't forget for Whom you should be making everything count.