The night before yesterday, I was sitting in the train, doing my favorite thing, which is people watching.
Watching people is fascinating as they exist in many forms, many characters. But you have to know the right way to do it because you don’t want to be seen as some creepy person staring at them.
So I was looking at this guy, whose personality comes out to me as a bit soft, where his feminity won over her masculine side. That was my assumption of course. You can’t be too judgemental.
Then enter an Arab woman and she said hye to the man. Okay, this is a typical situation when friends see other friends in the train. It happens to me all the time.
Then both of them sit to seat next to me and start conversing. Conversation in the train is another thing that is intriguing, although they always revolve on the same mundane stuff.
Then they started to converse. I was expecting the usual ‘How are you’, ‘Where are you from’ etc and I did get them. But the funny thing is, they don’t know each other. They just see each other so many times. At McD, around their house etc. One thing about the train is we do see the same particular stranger(s) until we feel like we know them because we nearly see them all the time (without talking to them of course).
So their chat was the usual first time introduction we always heard (well, at one point the guy said he love belly dancing which had proven my assumption).
But there was this particular part of the conversation that touched me somehow.
Guy: You don’t have your family here. Don’t you miss them?
Girl: Of course I do, I feel alone sometimes. How about you?
Guy: My family is not here too, I get to see my friends once in a while because everyone is busy. Yes, I feel alone. Too alone sometimes.
It’s the tone of his voice that somehow makes me sad. In the train, a lot of people are by their own. Getting back home from office, class, we are all alone. But as we’re getting older, everyone in their life is moving on, leaving the past behind, and in the end, we are indeed alone.
I know my posts are gloomy but I can’t stop myself from writing things like this. It makes me feel better.
Okay, that is too general; it’s the relationship between men and women.
More specific? Well, I feel like writing down on the most chaotic but greatest relationship of people who are presumed to be in love.
If I’ll start with definition of love I’ll don’t think it will end. It’s cliché anyway.
So, I’ll jump straight to why this kind of relationship is so hazardous.
A wise friend of mine said the brain works well 365 days, 24 hour a day until the day we fall in love.
Why does love has to be so complicated? So messed up with all the dramas and emotional rollercoaster? If I know the answer I won’t be writing this in the middle of the night.
From my neither so narrow nor open view, this is because we human being are never contented with what we have. Like when you are rich you want to be richer; when you are pretty, you want to undergo a nose job because it’s asymmetrical. So when you are in a relationship, when everything is supposedly running smoothly, subconsciously your mind is telling you it’s not the right state to be in. You have to create something out of the ordinary and dull relationship state. Hence the fights that comes from the stupidest reasons.
Yes, of all these has been depicted in movies, songs, poetries etc. This has led to only 2 probable outcomes: Heartbreaks or Happily As Long As You Can (Ever After is extinct people!).
How do you choose? Sometimes, when you love someone, you have to love their flaws too. If you can’t, then it’s never meant to be.
In the end, only God knows what’s best for you.
Still I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind…
Okay. I have to admit something.
I have always been fascinated by anything musical. I mean good music. I won’t lie, I love songs and I love watching musicals.
I am not a fan of High School Musical because I feel it’s too childish and cheesy, so to say I am hooked on Glee is to say otherwise (I think Glee is nothing like HSM though. Yes, the leading guy in Glee isn’t the best of singers but the girl is!). I just love how they make a story out of outcasts in school. I’m sure at some points in our life we have felt like an outcast too. I was nowhere in popular group (although some of my friends were) at school, so I could relate to the idea of being criticized and have low self esteem.
I love Glee because they sing songs that I know, like, and songs from musical too (as I have mentioned, I love musicals), in contrast to HSM where they sing their own songs (okay, more original) but not favorable to me. Some people might say aren’t you too old for these stuff? Well, music never ages so I still think it’s still okay to drool over people talents (and good looks). Some of the casts are older than me so it’s still a green light to have crush on them!
Everyone has their own favorite series (be it Friends, How I Met Your Mother, House etc) and for me I might find one and as corny as people might say it (again, in defense, Glee is a sarcastic and dark humor comedy too!), Glee is the perfect fit for me (for the moment). I hope they keep the good songs coming!
P/S: Sometimes, you just want to break free and breathe a little.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cS7fESHj7RU&feature=related
What about when it gives you shit? You make fertilizer out of them of course! Or simply flush them down the toilet. (Depends on your level of optimism).
My point is life = boundless possibilities.
You have heard stories, how someone becomes from a sweeper to a millionaire, waitress to Hollywood star, rags to riches, nobody to someone in the world history etc. Yes, those were the fortunate ones, but they did work for their success right?
I always wonder what if this is not the life that I want? The working class citizen, working day to day so I can pay mortgage, to be able to own and do things I’ve dreamt only before.
I’m not born blue blooded, silver/gold spoon fed, so it’s a great feeling when I have achieved something with my own efforts. Be it having won things, go places, or recognized for something I’ve done. I’m sure most people feel the same way, because it’s never wrong to feel happy.
Okay, so what is my next ingredient? Stay tune because life, as we know it, is full with surprises.
Someone’s been slacking off in the writing department.
I would like to start this entry with a literature work by Emily Dickinson:
There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as today.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbours rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out, -
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, -
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign, -
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.
My word for this entry is (as apparent as it is) is death.
A word feared by many, but only for a short while (until it’s their turn of course).
When you heard about a death of someone’s you knew, it struck the chord inside your heart. Especially if it’s your loved ones.
You can’t imagine living without seeing them again, that it will all be different, a hard change.
If it’s someone who’s in their golden age, that feeling will subdue because you know they had lived, learned and loved.
What if it’s someone young, or even younger than you? You would ponder, and realized it could be you, that life is that SHORT, and what you have done or doing to prepare yourself for the next stage.
We symphatize, emphatize and maybe take a lesson of the death. A few days (weeks , months or years later) if we are still alive and there’s no death concurred, we forgot all about that person and we live on. Until we had the same news about someone we knew once again. And it will repeat itself.
My point is we are imperfect, we’re sinners, but let’s realize that we don’t have much time left. In one second, God can easily take the life He gave us and all of this will be over. Let’s hope He could grant us admission to His heaven.
There must be a death occurred that made me write this right? Yes, he’s my relative, I didn’t have the chance to know him (just that I see him around during Raya, Kenduri etc), he’s my age and his death had been so sudden it shocked everyone. As everyone says, God loves him more and May Allah has mercy on his soul. Al-Fatihah.
Okay. Today is the last day of weekend and I haven’t written anything all week.
This week word is ARRIVAL.
Yes, people, some of you might know what I am going to write about, I’m predictable sometimes.
The Arrivals is a documentary made by a couple of young guys who decided to share with the world their POV of The New World Order. The conspiracy theory that links Free Masons to being Luciferian (Or the followers of the Anti-Christ (a.k.a Dajjal) and the end of the world.
Their 50 episodes documentary (it just lasts 10 minutes for each, less than any of your favorite series) is definitely a new angle of seeing today’s world. Especially when we know one day the world will end and the signs are showing it’s coming sooner than later.
I know people are skeptical and will judge quickly what nonsense conspiracy theory is, and the world is what she is, but just take your time to watch all the episodes before making a conclusion.
In the end, I think the message conveyed in the documentary is very positive, the betterment of oneself.
Okay, I have now fulfilled my need to voice my opinion on this matter.
If you have any interest in finding out what I am talking about, please go to www.wakeupproject.com.
May ALLAH bless us ALL.
P/s: Sometimes I still think I’m not on the right path. That I should be on the road not taken.
