Love to Snooze

Snoozy the grey striped Burmese kitten crawled beneath my skirt and purred loudly like a machine as she claimed the sacred centre of my lap. She dug her claws and kneaded my bare thighs, careful not to leave a mark on the virgin patch. She deliciously licks her paws. I can feel her sweet motions as even when all I can see a a ball of life inside my skirt. Snoozy is about to snooze now, warm and cosy as only a kitten can be. Her soft purrs as she dozes off send me to dreamland. Snoozy and me we love to snooze.

Etches of the heart

The room is darkening as the skies turn grey and growls of rain-laden clouds make the presence felt. I feel absolutely cocooned and cosy in my three roomed flat and I am looking forward to the hot cereal drink I am making. It pays to work from home when the skies are about to burst asunder.

I have to revise my proposals for my novels projects and prepare to make the presentations to three separate parties. Hope these projects get through.

I want to share this short poem that

 I made while doodling on my notebook at Dome's cafe at the Singapore Art Museum. Ayesha wanted to study there with me yesterday but it was closed for renovation and so we dined and worked at Hanis instead at the National Library in Bugis. I had a wonderful time with my divine daughter.

Some mumblings:

Life is bliss when the heart is at peace

Life is full when the mind is cool

Life is bountiful when the spirit is beautiful

Life is me.

P.S. I am Yohanna and in Arabic it means Life. In Hebrew it means God is Gracious.

A Food Change

I just realised my low mood the past week is probably due to PMS or Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. I thought it was due to a change in diet, which was not really that drastic actually.

I am not sure what diet I am on but it involves supposedly cutting down on caffeine and sugar which I did not successfully do for the first week. I managed to get started on eating brown rice and organic baby oats and I am definitely successful with drinking apple cider vinegar with honey before I eat my two main meals. Next week I will be taking wheat grass capsules for added vitamins an minerals.

Today Rah told me I should take raw food, pause here, I'll eat my Chinese pear, and eat fish oil and protein. Then I should be all right, it is another simple diet I can probably maintain. I think I should cut some celery and carrot sticks to eat with some dip. Also always slice a tomato to go with my meals, either with cucumber and salad.

I haven't been thinking of my diet for a long time and it is nice to see a change. But today I made an Indian treat ghulab jamun, it was unsuccessful. But the balls have been mostly eaten. I cannot stomach anymore of these sweets, I had four balls.

Much ado over $5

What can $5 buy you, almost a whole chicken, just add $0.60 and you will get one. Maybe that is why the Chinese woman at the market refused to return to my mother the $5 note she dropped. As the woman was about to pick it, my mum told her that it belonged to her as she had just dropped it. The woman ignored her and walked away.

My mum, annoyed followed her to the next shop and said, "You took my money, you eat the money, you will get bad luck." Still the errant lady staged a "wall face", muka tembok as we say it in Malay.

It just goes to show that different people have different values and even my values from my mum differ. I would think maybe she needed the money more than me and wished her well. Maybe it had been a long time since she could afford a chicken.

Writers' block no more

Sometime's when you are at a loss for words, don't fret. Relax, have coffee or better still two teaspoons of apple cider vinegar, raw and unfiltered, and put in a teaspoon of honey with ice cold water. Stir this deliciously tangy drink which does wonders including help you to lose weight slowly but permanently.

Switch on your favourite music, curl up with a book or magazine and chill out in the comfort of your home. After half and hour or an hour of this relaxing therapy you may find that your writers' block is gone. Don't worry, we are hardly lost for words for long. There is a time for silence and there is a time for sharing our inner most sacred thoughts. Enjoy the pauses for if we tarry long, we surely need a place of rest.

Not another never ending story

You intrude into my thoughts
Rudely like a rusty knife
A blunt cut that leaves pain
In its trail I wipe blood and rust
Dust of two years thick with grime
It is a crime what you did to me
There is no forgiveness not yet that I can see
I will you to set me free
For I am no longer a canary in your cage
I fly solo like a kite
I soar way above the clouds where angels tread
I no longer want to be bound
To a never ending story

31.12.10

Tip for the day:

Write from your heart, from the deepest depths of your soul. You can't go wrong if you are telling the truth. Truth is clear of error, it is pure and pristine, it begets sincerity. Truth does not deceive, it does not conceal. It reveals love, patience and empathy.

Write the voice within that speaks of love, peace and joy. Write, just write - whatever that catches your eye, whatever resonates deep where your heart beats.

Write. The pen will write oceans of words.