The 8th. day of the Fasting Month.

 

                               Nothing like having a Sushi lunch at a Malay wedding in Kedah.

So, why have i become obsessed with keeping an ongoing Blog, why has writing become such a Zen practice for me. I write simply because i found something I truly love doing as part my ordinary day to life. Writing helps keeping me from boredom the number one killer. Then it helps me to master an art that I enjoy- reading. I enjoy story telling and so I write my stories, some fantasy some real life, some fiction and most simple truth about who I am. I keep repeating this to myself like a Mantra lest i forget my purpose in life at the moment which is in being her in the moment and being aware that my body aches all over and that there is a fool moon out tonight. Perhaps i am and will never be good at writing but at least I got my fingers dancing on the keyboard all night long if i care to. Why am I obsessed with writing this Blog? Perhaps you should stop reading it, the answer might not be so out there after all, no sir, not far out at all. On the other hand if you are interested enough to share what i write which is mostly about who i am or i think I am, it might be boring in itself. The Blog is mostly about me, the thinker, the one making up stories  to justify this or that in my day to day life. It is form of contemplation in motion, like walking meditation or it helps me keep my thoughts and actions for the day documented, coded, analyzed, scrutinized, dissected and filed away for eternity on the Internet. I can say I left me a legacy; My Life.

                                                 Yes, She's the Boss, I am the lucky one. Insha'Allah?

Memories are what we live by to fill our mind with continuity of thoughts so as not to freak out when the mind goes blank and it happens sometimes especially for those who make it a habit of emptying the mind for whatever reason. However if we have to look back and depend on memories why not let it be of those that are pleasant and positive ones. if you have to dwell upon old time stories try not to entertain horror shows and insane dramas, let these go, bury them or send them across the ocean never to return. If you have to remember the good times and bid farewell to the bad times with genuine feeling of letting bygone be bygone, no guilt, no regrets as shit happens.

On the 8th.day of Ramadan my biggest worry is how to keep the budget going for the rest of the month.