Dreams of plight

Show me harmony in a place lost,


And I will show you innocence at a cost.

I hope for a world filled with peace,

Joys shared and dreams released.



Will that world come to life?

Will we see the end of strife?



I hope for a world filled with bliss,

Tears scattered and fear amiss.

Show me pleasure in a child’s face,

And I will show you true grace.

      Seeds of thought

Note to visitors

A few friends have been asking if I was back to blogging and I would sadly say “No” due to the fact that I personally saw that my last few posts on here where a tad bitter or judgmental thus decided to stop.


I guess I am waiting for my blogging mojo to return, so as to write something blog-worthy, but until then I leave this page as it is to wait for the day that it might revive.

Taa for the time being.

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Your fly is open!

Wonder what would drift into this space at the moment? I realize that I don’t reread what I write before posting or even after and the one time that I did go through I found the page filled with typos and grammatical mistakes galore, but then I think who really cares?! If the gist of what I am saying is translated and understood, then that should be enough to expose me to the outside world.


This brings to mind the annoying “predictive text” functionality that are on phones now a days. I can’t seem to find myself switching this feature off though it annoys me to no end. I consider myself as a fast txt-er thus can’t be bothered to catch myself in spelling mistakes and the like. Those reading my txts do understand what I am saying. You have no idea as to the amount of spelling mistakes I am making as I type write now, all due to the simple reasoning that I do refuse to lose my train of thoughts and that the words are exactly what gets “penned” as they come to me.

On another note, what sort of personality trait need to have to be considered as insane, mixed up or confused? It seems to be in fashion n to be a little quirky. The stranger you are the more people like you, and the more opinionated you are the more people seem to enjoy listening to you. I think its more the entertainment factor that comes to play where a person fills their own space based on another ranting, pouring “conversation” regardless how one sided into the voids of time and life. You may know someone like that? Those whom enjoy the sound of their own voice ranting over their achievements, travels and money. Then are so devoid of anything substantial to contribute to the social scene, and to themselves at that point.

Duty calls and alas need to cut this post short. Did I just call the kettle black?

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Office Brat

I have recently returned back to work and seriously cant complain expect for the morning rush and the kids school run. Though I must admit I made it to 2nd Cup on the way in. Why are you not whining and kicking your legs in the air with full force? You maybe wondering why I said that I am “seriously cant complain” in simple fact I am being spoiled rotten! You heard me right.

I wont go into details but I must say that being surrounded by ‘father figure’ men sure does make me feel like a little girl. Though I wouldn’t mind if they tone down the attention, since they seem to find every excuse in the book to start up a conversation the most commen being “Inti Riyamiyah min wain?” referring to my parentage…it’s very much the tribal culture in this work enviroment. Whom you know and how you are related makes you a accepted individual among general circles.

Well, I need to stop typing to enjoy my morning coffee which comes rolling round twice a day with the ony effort on my end is to actually stand up and get my mug made.

You don’t realise how good you have it until you actually take a minute to commit fringers to the keyboard o r as the common saying goes pen to paper.

Enjoy the rest of your day




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Thoughts adorned

I just mentioned that I wouldn’t maintain this blog and here I am writing again, but then again you should never take my words for granted because alas I am but a woman and instability is within my hormonal imbalanced nature.

I assume I have something to say and thus pouring what I have in writing but I must say that I have nothing thought out, or no structure as to what you are currently reading. I didn’t sit down and push a button demanding myself to process all that comes through my brain. It simply flows and I don’t mind that it might not make sense to a lot of you for I see it as a release to the stress that is inside me.

There was a point in time where I thought that I was so eloquent in my writing but now days I doubt my self to such a degree that I stopped posting. I still write random rambles and poems but they do not measure up in my eyes as to what truly can be called masterpieces.

Am I just going on and rambling again? So be it but there is too much going on that the need to simply write anything is greater than me. I have tolerated love lost in many forms that losing my poise is writing would not justify the feelings I have endured.

There are those of you out there who would go through a rainbow of emotions for my sake, please don’t. I don’t need sympathy, understanding or justification. This is my space to do what I please with and I have chosen to say what I wish and blabber all that I want. Don’t think that you understand everything that I may be implying because I know for a fact that I do not understand my own validation to what I am saying at the moment.

You need to know me to understand that what I write here does not actually imply that I am living through the emotionalisms that are portrayed in my writing. On the contrary I may be just saying things that come from a deeper chasm, but does not implicate my current state. I am a person who can overcome a lot and consider every path a lesson learnt. Those who cannot break me cannot harm me in anyway because I do not give them implications to scratch the surface of the person I am.

I am not conceited yet I am comfortable with the person I have become. I don’t need the approval of those around me to value my worth. I am content with my life, though it my have not been the life I had expected for myself it sure has turned to my reality.

Excuse my ramble, but as I said this is my space.

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