the time i got duck-ed

I still remember the very first duck that I bought – the bowerhaus, for if it wouldn’t be the Parisian theme, I would not give a second glance. The material was not something that I was looking for but the pattern is classy and the theme theduckgroup was promoting spoke directly to me. I couldn’t run away but insisting to touch the piece of cloth and look at myself in the mirror. My heart was screaming and thumping loudly resonating

Buy it! Buy it! What are you waiting for! It’s Parisian theme! Think about the La Carlotta, think about Christine Daie. Think about Paris

Ah..Paris. Where would I start. The street or the coffee or the cappucino I had on top of Eiffel Tower. It was so cold, my hands was trembling and then we went inside into the cafe that was situated at the last station on top, and I bought the best cappucino I have ever drank in my life. The foam was just as tasty as the coffee itself. I held the cup as if like my life was depending on it. We spent 3 hours on the tower, talkling in kedah accent, singing and I took my own time to absorb Paris; a city that was once a city that I read in the book and heard but at that moment it was right there, right in front of my eyes for me to take all in. I closed my eyes and dreamed in reality.

Then, as I run my fingers along the material, the thought of the good time I spent in school during the french classes. Most of you do not know because I am an unknown to you if you ever stumble upon this blog accidentally. I practically begged my french teacher to accept me into the class because I registered a month late compared to the rest of the class. I was supposed to fill up the arabic class, but at that time, I decided french that I wanted to learn and I proved to my teacher I could keep up and at times ahead of the class. I remembered motivation, the version of me in my formative years that I hope will benefit me to go through the hard and difficult times. Those times serves as a reminder of perseverance and open to possibilities are never a bad thing.

So I grabbed one in silver color and told the salesgirl that I wanted to buy for myself. To honor my very own memories to remind me I have come a long way since I made my steps to the french classes, sang my first french song, memorized the lyrics and religiously looking the meaning of each word, some of the songs I still listen to till today, how I developed my liking towards cheese and it remains so as I got older and how happy I was when I texted my french teacher, the only one I ever had in my life telling her I made it to Paris and to the top of Le Tour Eiffel because without her dedication I wouldn’t be that interested.

I went to Paris a decade before I stepped on France soil in 2013 and my heart never left since then. I’ll make it in my life where I can go there every single year 🙂

…with or without a rick husband! 😛

changed behaviour

I run a quick run to my old posts and oh girl, from hardly a post/month to daily basis?

What happened?

Am I that bored with work chores since I barely burden myself with house chores except for that dragging laundry, I literally drag my cloth basket to my room! Miss A can attest to it. Well not that I have much time in hand in a day too, but I guess this change of behaviour (cewah, word!) is owing to a certain read of a certain post from several years ago from  a certain favourite blogger. That wasn’t even my own post but it seems I liked her writing that much ergo, here we go again with my new post.

The thing is, lack of ideas or topics hampers my ability to write as much. I hardly writing about an event in specific details not because my memory is bad, but I hated and still dislike the idea of putting every single thing down ACCORDINGLY, in one particular topic only. Bored! Hmm, that comes to the point that I actually like to ramble, and by extension, rambling is jumping from topics to one another. Make sense?

Another reason for the fact that I’ve found myself again in this scant visited sanctuary, maybe, something triggers my liking towards writing that seems to be layered down by other things that I deem important. So a line from a movie that I watched last night was night was verified. The character quoted from someone about “Past is never dead. It’s never past”- William Faulkner.

I know, I know. For a skeptic, hold your thought for a moment. I think what he meant from this word is, from neuro-scientifically speaking, all that happened to us and all our experiences are actually stored at a spot in our brain.

Because you know what?

Every experience you encounter, example, the sunset I saw at Venice – OMG, that was by rights, the most melancholic sunset I have seen thus far. Okay back to my point, what I observed that summer day in Venice triggered my neurons hence i see that yellow colors. As the colors changed, so did the firing neurons in my brain. All of these neurons fired while undergoing this, are all stored in some part of my brain. Hence, past is always there. The question is, whether we choose remember it or not. If we do, the same neurons keep firing to ensure we don’t ever forget that. Got it?

Too long of a post already…

And I’ll leave you with this beautiful view after a short impromptu hiking to Bukit Batu Putih with the rest of my colleagues , for the sake of making up it there. and yeap, go blasting Feel This Moment. now now.

Up up north

Where you wanna go this time?
-chasing the northern light.

Oh, Norway. They say, sun never sets there on May thru August. It really is beautiful.
-so i’ve heard. I can’t wait to see Aurora dancing in front of me and that really is beautiful from the pictures i’ve got. But i adore sunset, hence i dont really appreciate the the second fact you’ve mentioned.

I like travelling. Haven’t been in many places yet, just a few that really took my breathe away. I smile thinking about how the fresh air in Interlaken, the coldness of the weather and the smile of the locals to see that a tourist like me, who never really been anywhere,say, seasonal countries; seem so mesmerized by the beauty of it. I can’t help but gulping hard looking at snow covered mountains when the train pulled at the Jungfrouyoch station, located on top of Alps. I teared of,course. I can’t imagine something as white as snow could be so magical and right there and then, i fell in love at the first sight. I hugged my sister tight because it was so cold and we walk for hours down the mountain.

Pictures can never really depict the true beauty such that.

Subhanallah.

love you like a love song baby

it’s weekends already. Week-end! That means Saturday and Sunday. I should’ve just applied annual leave on Monday but something came up, something is always coming up hence I decided not to.

I almost forgot how it feels to be all sweat, working out. The feeling that comes with it is just so amazing. Excuses built up based on false foundation of not having time to jog or to play squash melted away when I read about commitment few days back. We are human being. We actually have to commit to ourselves. I still half-heatedly believe in all those unleash potential thingy but well, why not give it a try. Like, doing something you don’t really like to do. Why don’t you try if it’s obviously harmless and legal?

If we manage to wake up early, then we’ll have yoga first thing in the morning tomorrow. Life, isn’t it just wonderful? I miss my mom!

Good night.