I Challenge: Day 1 of 30

I just completed Day 1 using #30DayAbsChallenge App https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.teerstudios.abschallenge.

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I Ramble: 10 April 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Ola, senoras y senores!

Not sure if I got that right but what is damn right is that I’ll be having some Halal Mexican food tonight with Eleena, Lyra, and Nora! Woots woots!

Can’t wait for work to end so I can kickstart my holiday with a hearty meal with friends!

Please remind me that my husband has an early morning appointment at the hospital tomorrow so I shouldn’t party til late!

I hope all be good from now on. I wanna enjoy my holiday. Yippy!

Also, note to self as well, turn off autocorrect on the damn phone.

That is all!

And Allah is Al-Mu’izz, the Honourer. – MM

I Ramble: 6 April 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Today has been a complete reversal of the past few days. I have been utterly unproductive. Not exactly how I intended to spend my off day. Booooo. Off days are always over in a heartbeat it seems. I’m on my way to Union Studios at Orchard Gateway, which makes me feel like I’m just going back to work. Booooo. Hahahaha! A local brand called Allout is launching their new collection instore, housed in Union Studios. My clothing label mate has been thinking about launching our own collection instore under Union Studios too. So I’m basically going for the sake of doing a bit of market research, art research, and okay lah, show some sense of local pride.

Allout’s tagline for this launch is “Not Gonna Stop”. Very hustle-esque on its surface. No wonder my label mate is intrigued by it.

And after that I will be picking up dinner from Cuppage Plaza for my husband and I.

I seriously need to cook already.

And Allah is Ar-Rafi, The Elevating One. – MM

I Write: Past

Derelict.

I remember when it used to be just

Panic,

In disarray.

Frivolous.

I remember when I used to be just

Flippant,

In freedom.

Take a walk in my past.

Peer into the looking glass.

I’ve learnt not to say that

The grass is always greener.

Fade to black,

Some memories.

But the feelings stay with me

Making me who I am today.

Intrepid.

I remember when all was lust and wander.

Gutsy,

In discovery.

Insipid.

I remember when love was lost and wonder.

Forlorn,

In misery.

Take a walk in my past.

Peer into the looking glass.

I’ve learnt not to say that

The grass is always greener.

Fade to black,

Some memories.

But the feelings stay with me

Making me who I choose to be today.

What’s done is done

But what good I’ve done,

Let those stay undone.

I Ramble: 4 April 2019

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Well, hello, there!

I think I chose a great date to get back to bloggging. 4/4, how cool is that? Anyway, I am on my way to work so this will be a rather short blog post. I was supposed to blog yesterday but as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t do much yesterday. Let’s see. I worked from 8am to close to 8pm, reached home at 9pm, swept and mopped the entrance of my house, scrubbed the toilet bowl and bathed until 10pm. Reheated yesterday’s meal for a super late dinner. Applied for my new cooker and toaster’s warranty. Updated my bullet journal and store some of my unpacked clothes from my Tampines home into my closet. After all that jazz it was 11.30pm already. So how? You tell me how was I supposed to have more time on my hands? Huhu.

But yeah, having a bullet journal really helps me in staying more focused on tasks instead of my fatigue. Sometimes, I think, allowing ourselves to feel tired will only make us feel more tired. So…yeah just keep your mind distracted by the 1001 things you gotta get done. It’s more productive that way and even your breaks in between your tasks become more productive — in terms of being meaningful.

And that’s that for now!

And Allah is Al-Khafid, the Abaser. -MM

I Write: Mortal – Chapter 6

“Venera? Care to explain?” Anar prompted for the second time.

“Okay, I will but let’s at least secure the school grounds first. Our witch kins are securing the forest as we speak now. The Qakkirs must not cross over into the land of kiths,” Venera replied.

Anar showed a sign of disapproval on his face but quickly hid it when he got Zola to look at him and said, “I have to go now. I need to help them but I will bring you to the infirmary first.”

Zola nodded weakly. There was not much that she could do anyway.

“Come follow me,” Anar said gently.

Zola hesitated. Anar seemed to have understood her instantly when he said while pointing towards the nearest stairwell, “It’s okay. We’ll take the stairs down. The staircase is right next to the corner there.”

Zola felt immensely relieved that she did not have to disappear into thin air like Afif and Johnson did.

She quietly followed Anar, who measured his stride to suit Zola. She was suddenly overcome by a sense of appreciation she never had for him. The guy who chaired the computer club at her high school… The guy whom she found to be boring… The guy who had been her friend for some good years….

However, her wandering mind was jolted when Anar suddenly turned to her to say, “We’re here.”

Anar opened the door to a very spacious room filled with many occupied beds. There were a few students whose faces she had seen before. She had not have the luxury of knowing everyone yet given that school had just started for them. Unfortunately, it seemed that she might not be able to get to know them for a long time.

Anar placed his left hand on her right shoulder and said, ” Come on. Have a seat over there.”

He led her to a corner with a sofa set. They sat together on the three-seater couch.

“Just rest here, okay? You can lie down if you want to. I need to help the school now,” Anar said gently before standing up to leave the room.

Zola remained quiet as Anar left the infirmary using the door. Zola found it comforting that he did not vanish in front of her.

Perhaps he chose not to?

Zola did not know what to think anymore. She decided to take up Anar’s suggestion and positioned her body to lie fully on the couch she was sitting on. She was quite surprised to find that the light above was not glaring at all. In fact, the light felt extremely soothing and calming. In a matter of moments, Zola dozed off, unaware that Anar too had disappeared outside the infirmary.