Sup3rnality

This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS... type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you hear these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random just type it! Repost it for all of your (bored) friends.

1. Beer: I hate the smell!
2. Food: Eat!
3. Relationship(s): Comfort
4. Crush: What crush?
5. Power Rangers: Never watched it.
6. Life: is beautiful.
7. The President: Barack
8. Yummy: Salmon, please!
9. Car: My silver Viva, Whedon'S Minion.
10. Movie: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, here I come!
11. Halloween: "Everybody hail to the Pumpkin King"
12. Sex: Oohh.
13. Religion: Fundamental. Inherent.
14. Hate: A rare emotion, reserved only for the deserving.
15. Fear: Losing.
16. Marriage: I can't wait.
17. Blondes: become green in chlorine.
18. Slippers: Flip-flops. Thongs.
19. Shoes: Nike.
20. Asians: I am one.
21. Pass time: Blogshopping.
22. One night stand: Whatever for?
23. My cell Phone: A never-leave-home-without must.
24. Smoke: Runny-nose inducing.
25. Fantasy: Too many.
26. College: Good times.
27. High school Life: Out of place. Always felt too old, then.
28. Pajamas: Unnecessary.
29. Stars: Wanna sleep beneath them.
30. Center: Off.
31. Alcohol: Don't drink and drive, among other don'ts.
32. The word "love": My Sayang!
33. Friends: My (in)sanity.
34. Money: Once a luxury, now a necessity.
35. Heartache: Hurts.
36. Time: flies too fast.
37. Divorce: An option I hope to never ponder on having.
38. Dogs: Loyal.
39. Undies: Bikinis!
40. Parents: Ibu & Bapak. Mum & Dad.
41. Babies: Hopefully, some of my own one day soon.
42. Ex: All on good terms with.
43. Song: Soundtracks to my life.
44. Color: Blue is the colour of calmness.
45. Weddings: Make me wistful and wanna cry.
46. Pizza: Dominoes! Something I have a little too often in Cyberjaya.
47. Hangout: I miss Bangi Kopitiam.
48. Rest: is being close to my Sayang.
49. Goal: To make an impact.
50. Inspiration: The works of Joss Whedon.

Breaking the sound barrier, we are condensed to be one, moving united at a speed to the chagrin of the dropping pressure. We are supersonic. We boom.

But we all know I'm no pilot. No captain. No first mate. I was tethered to the seats as this plane took off for a ride. I was strapped in and was forced to watch the flight attendants put on their wordless pantomime of how to not die. Thinking back, I wish I could have passed out at least and skip straight to the landing. I didn't book this flight. I just happened to be in transit.

My ears popped as we came in for touchdown. Words so clear and no longer a muffled irateness that left me yelling to be heard. Trying to speak over the din of the pilot chattering on as the plane sways dangerously through the turbulence. But now we're here. We are at our destination. The beginning of an adventure. Where do we begin? Damn well anywhere we want.

Because me, I'd rather fly low. Have my feet on the ground. I like knowing that I have not far to fall. So that I can walk when I need to. Crawl if I have to. Run when I feel like it. And jump when in joy. For I am no pilot. I have yet to earn these wings. Still learning the ropes. Still practicing the controls. I wanna soar; but let's take it slow, and make it a flight to remember.

Love,
No Pilot.

In the Star today, my horoscope reads:

"Capricorn:

Your mind is on intimate
relations. There are aspects for turning these fantasies into reality but not
yet."

• Once the kitchen at my place is in order, please experiment with at least one dish per week to hone them cooking skills.
• Please start saving more money. Now that I have to pay for my car on top of rent, bills, car park and other miscellaneous things, I am starting to feel the pinch. Food in Cyberjaya is expensive, so stop splurging. And you have to pay for petrol to get around and tolls, too.
• Eat better food at a set time. My eating habits are erratic and have caused my body to go haywire.
• Talk to your housemates about locking the door and grill at all times.
• Buy some furnishings for the room to organize it better.
• Hunt down the dude, Aizad, and shoot him dead.

Love,

Linzy

I just suddenly felt compelled to say this:

I am Muslim.

I may not look the part. And I may give in to one too many of my weaknesses. But that doesn't make me any less a person who whole-heartedly believes in Islam.

I may have my ideas, my opinions and my arguments. And just because I am young, a female, dress the way I do, think the way I do and am seemingly a non-conforming Muslim, doesn't in any way make my opinions invalid. I study my religion both academically and independently, and have consulted respected learned lecturers/profs etc, and it is in that way that I have come to the understanding that I hold. I do not blindly follow, nor do I blindly draw conclusions without knowledge. I know what is right and I know what is wrong. I understand why some things are right and why some things are wrong. I know that Islam is about "This is best for you because...", not "You cannot do this because We say you can't". And I know the flaw in the system that is eating its way into many believers here in this country that makes being a Muslim so difficult. And I know the flaw that makes Islam so difficult to believers and non-believers in this country. And I know the flaw that makes me such a heretic in the eyes of many whenever I open my mouth about religion.

I believe Islam is common sense and what is natural. And I follow my common sense and my natural tendencies for goodness and avoid whatever that will bring bad. Or perhaps I try the best I can to. I believe in my belief. Do not judge me. Only God has the right to that. There are many elements in Islam, after all, that is up to interpretation, other than what is clearly laid out in the Qur'an and Sunnah. I know what I know, and I know that I don't know everything. So I'll rectify what I lack and strengthen what I already have.

I carry Islam with me all the time, even if you don't see it. I am Muslim because I am a person who wants what is right. I am Muslim for I uphold common sense. I am Muslim because I acknowledge that I am a cog in a wheel, and it takes me and the whole world to make this wheel turn. I am Muslim because I am me, and no one else is.

Love,
Hazlin

My dad's company celebrated their annual family day last Sunday. We all went there early that morning, since my dad after all is in the committee. My ibu and bapak, my brother and sister, and my cousin, Kanna, and I had fun fooling about that day. Here are some photos to share:

Had my face painted there.

Yes, I actually took the time to do the sand art thingy. Yes, I am a little girl in a young woman's body, so sue me.

And yes, my sand art picture thingy is that of a Care Bear :p

Don't be fooled, my cousin ain't just looking on and watching over my sister while she gets her face painted...

She wants to get her face painted, too. There was no way I'd have my dad's company logo painted on me, though :P

Love, Linzy~