Stop complaining said the farmer, who asked you a cow to be?

Today is a rather unproductive day though I will try and salvage it tonight, I hope I can at least write and article on heritage mosques in Singapore for The Singapore Muslim A to Z Guide. Then I'd be happy. Too much time spent, cooking, cleaning and washing today and of course I went to Hong Kah Point to collect my spectacles and went to McDonald's to have coffee and a cinnamon melt. I am satiated today with just a little bit of mushroom spaghetti, wish to make spaghetti bolognoise one day for Hykel and me. Ayesha's has to be vegetarian.

I have been on sms through the afternoon with my friend who is single and has four children and is not working. She and her children has so many needs and wants that cannot be fulfilled by charity alone. She has no choice but to work but she is hesitating and not pursuing the matter for in her heart, her children needs her at home. I told her her children needs her to work and she will still find time in the evenings to be with them. I pray she gets a job soon, more than that, she gets a life and quit complaining about her ex, her kids and her poverty. I told her she should quit looking for other people to make her happy, like good children, a good boyfriend or husband that she is looking for and instead make herself happy. It is her relationship with God that is the crux of the matter, if she finds solace in Him, lives only for Him, then life will be blissful inshaallah. I'm sleepy, think I'll take a short nap.

Gopal Das

Yesterday I dreamed of Gopal Das, the Eck Master though yesterday he was Indian not the blond haired blue-eyed man who came in an earlier dream. In this dream yesterday I came out happily from a lift to a lobby with three swamis on a settee. Their long hair was standing straight up and pretty soon mine went up to. We were all merry and laughing and them I felt the presence of Gopal Das behind me and I awoke happy I'd been with Gopal Das who made my hair stand.

What is the meaning of this strangely happy dream?  

Are you in my heart forever?

Someday you'll see
A brand new me
Who does as she says
Who will lead the play

Someday you'll see
The love flowing through
The meltdown of feelings
Will set you free

Someday we'll be together
You and me forever
You make me discover
New feelings for each other

Chorus

Are you near?
Are you here?
Are you in my heart forever?

Are you near?

Are you here?

Are you in my heart forever?

When a child cries

When you see a child cry, hug her tight and don't let her go till she has dried her tears. For in your arms there is comfort and happiness.

A song of my own

It seems a little silly now that I have two blogs and have to maintain two instead of one. It is just that I wanted  a blog under my company name rather than my name and to focus more on work, but it all sorts of blend into each other so wither the difference?

I have an interview to do today on my article of Mums who own FB boutiques, I am glad the editor of the daily newspaper thought it interesting to do along with my ex-con and ex-%^&* turned artist and professional article. I proposed about four articles and he picked two after some silence as he is a really busy man. Anyway I am raring to go and happy with my articles in Manja which has been published.

Goes to show that I have to work hard and produce as much as is possible without losing that laid back feeling as I wake up each day and slowly ease myself into work.

I am now in my jammies, ha ha, just swept the house and plonked right back to my dutiful friend, my pc. Nothing much happening there these days. I am meeting my new fb friend on Monday for drinks and looking forward to meeting a person whom you had wonderful chats with.

I was thinking I must write something inspiring for my blog is mywordstoinspire.blogspot.com so let me think of one for the next entry.

Anyways, I went to a spontaneous song writing program Isdar and it was a novel way of self expression coming up with spontaneous lyrics and melody and recording them. I am not proud of my work but there is a song that I really want to put into music. In fact it has been recorded by Khair M Yasin a singer songwriter and I am forever grateful to him. He is encouraging me to record the song, but I think I'd rather hear him sing it than me.

Chores aside

The kitchen is in a mess and I am not ready to tackle the second last chore for today. Which is to clean the kitchen, and then after that to fold the laundry. Luckily I have a few more hours before my daughter Ayesha returns home. I am sorry to say that I have been giving her simple meals for the past few days and she complained the vegetables were not fresh yesterday. Poor girl, she has been subjected to my lacklustre cooking while Nek is out.

I am not wanting to spend extra so I have been cooking what's available and today it is kai lan soup with soya sauce beef and potato and fried beancurd. It has to do. I know it does not excite the palate.

Yesterday what excited my palate was a bowl of soto or chicken soup with rice cakes and potato pattie and wow was it so declicious I wallop it in a jiffy, and did not give my sister a second chance at tasting it. Haha, she nearly ordered another bowl of soto having had the equally good mee rebus at Kg Glam Cafe but we decided we will look too greedy and beside, I was full from all the drinks.

I am feeling equally bloated after a small lunch and lots of water. In fact I am beginning to feel sleepy. Think I'll snooze then clean. Mmmmmzzzzzzz.

Pyramid Meditation with Apekman

Last night I walked the stretch of Chinatown with my Apekman, my best senior citizen friend whom with his bermudas and polo shirt and cap and purple backpack and beautiful sandals remind me of a kid on an adventure. We were about to discover Pyramind Meditation, having turned up for this meetup.com free event.

Chinese New Year was palpably in the air with the decorations and many shops still closed and in from of a karaoke pub we found a pair of ladies in tight short red dresses firing some crackers.

This new year I have been with Apekman thrice, one to celebrate over wine, siew mai and sushi at his home near where I lived and one more time sitting at Chinese Garden at night, discussing everything under the stars.

Our friendship has been for nearly 10 years and he has been beside me through thick and thin, always giving me love, faith and knowledge. It is from him that I learn more of the secrets to the universe and we were on an adventure together on our spiritual development that cross all religious borders. He is a Catholic and I am a Muslim and we have respect for each others beliefs.

So there we were sitting under handmade plastic pyramids, mine a bright blue and in the darkness for one hour we meditated, focusing on our breaths. It was my first time in a group meditation apart from up short sessions during yoga. We were at a yoga centre at South Bridge Road and I felt comfortable with the group which was a good mix of Chinese, Malays and Indians.

At the end of the session we shared our experiences and I shared that in the darkness I saw many pyramids on a plain and I saw the colour purple. Interesting was my recollection of a similar meditation session on my own when I had actually traveled through space and time just a week earlier. I saw myself as a scribe, a man in 15th century Brussels. I am looking forward to the Full Moon meditation come next week  and I hope it will be more awesome. I did not buy the pyramid hat that was on sale for meditation at home. I am not sure if my family will understand. The pyramid structure helps to focus energy and give food placed under it more lasting power. It gives humans to more spiritual power, something like that anyway.