Simply Because...

I love you because

you were my first of so many things

I love you because

you were the inspiration of so many hopes and dreams

I love you because

of your bright peaceful smile

I love you because

your funny dance brightens a sad day if only for a while

I love you because

you held me up when I was down

I love you because

you took my dark sad world and turned it around

I love you because

you never pretend

and if I'm hardheaded

you always give in

I love you because

our differences has made us close

and most importantly, I love you because

you were my friend when I needed a friend the most.

The Unfortunate Events

Funerals, deaths, accidents and tragedies. These are the everyday events that occur around us, with or without our consent. One of my bestmates from college got married the same day her grandmother passed away. It is a fortunate event and an unfortunate event in another matter altogether.

It has been quite a tough year end for my family I must say. Well, my house back in Iph got broken into, leaving behind a messy room and three broken ceiling panels. Fortunately for the wimps, they left with a pot of gold (literally). But the most precious valuable that these robbers took away was my mother's spirit and joy.

My mother's a courages woman, she is. She endured things I could never imagine enduring. The house she's living in has been around for 28 years now. It has never ever been broken into; until last month. She has been coping with the fact of giving away the presence of my father every night and then to my second mother, well in these case they are both strong women.

Yes my mother has been lamenting and complaining about staying alone every other night, but the things that kept her going were:-


The pond with amazing fishes;
Her colorful Orchids;
Astro Ria and Aruna;
The over-friendly neighbors; and
Our house.


I must say that the last bit is the most precious element that has been taken away from her by the bloody robbers. Even with the alarm that has been installed, my mother's bit of self-esteem has been ripped off. The house was taken away from her.

With the tragedy a month behind us now, I still can smell the fear and hearing her silent prayers for the unfortunate event to leave us behind and never come back. She never look at things the same now.

I often ask myself what can I possibly do to improve the situation? Some days, it gets more harder when knowingly, my mother will have to spend the night off alone without the presence of my father. The least I could do from this part of the world is to call her and convince her that her safety is now guaranteed with the help of the alarm and the monitoring from the nearby police station. I know that she's lying when she said that she's not that frightened anymore but as I said, thats the least that I could do.

Is moving to Ipoh an option? Or are there no options because Unfortunate Events come and go. No matter how cautious we are, things do happen. Do we stay together, do we stick to each other, do we lend a helping hand or do we call every now and then. The things to convince us that our loved ones are alright, safe and sound.

Weddings, newborns, anniversaries and birthdays. These are the Fortunate Events that we should appreciate, while we are still here and can make a difference.

Cats and The Mysteries of It

Cats. Curious cats. They live a life full of mysteries. My cats, Thomas and Tayang are two mysterious creatures. Thomas is more consistent in terms of showing affections as compared to Tayang. Some days Tayang would just turn her back on me and my husband while some days she would just jump up the bed and sleep soundly at the end of the bed.

Thomas however is the more loving one. He will always end up lying wherever we were, be it at the sofa, the kitchen, the room even the loo. He has never fail at any point to show his undying love to us.

This morning, when we were still on bed, Thomas were making funny noises and just could'nt stop trying his very hard to wake both of us up. He gently scrached my head, slowly biting my hair, jumping to my husbands belly and making loud meowies. It was a little bit different from every mornings when he would make sounds to ask for food, but this morning he was anxious, as though trying to tell us something. This carried on for nearly two hours..

Well, I couldn't be bothered until my husband gave up and started making his move downstairs towards the kitchen. Strange enough, Thomas was heading the opposite way. He was heading to our dining area particularly to the sliding door and there she was, jumping up and down, Tayang was locked outside for as long as we knew. Shivering, she ran inside the minute the door was opened, straight to our room before jumping on bed and securing a space right next to me, as though trying to share her story.

Thomas came and sat next to her and start meowing at each other. Now, the question is, how on earth can a cat smell trouble and knowing what exactly to do at the exact time. Do we have the courage and will if someday we encounter such a situation needing us to converse and convince in different languages, body gestures, life and even habitation? Will we go the extra mile to help out or would we just give up and wait for help to come? Will we continue to be ignorant while some other being proved to be more than willing to help another being that is clinging to her dear life?

Would we?

Gear up!

At last, the day has come. Why have I finally decide to create a blog, some of you might ask, and the reason is simple. I just need a room to place these thoughts of mine.

Like other people, I think. I love to think. And I think a lot. And when I say a lot, it's A LOT! Sometimes I think too much that it gives me headache. Right before I decided to switch on this computer, I had to endure a lot of Thinking... and one of the reasons I decided to blog is to place my thoughts where I can find and read it back.

So chaps, GEAR UP and let me take you to the life of Anis, an unstoppable thinking-machine.