All my life I am a fan of playgrounds.
Hundreds of years ago when I was 9, when playground for me was a place to play than to bringing the nephews to play nor for dating - I frequented one near my house.
There, I'd meet my friends especially Amira and Norita to play various games like galah panjang and tag.
There was this big slide in the middle of the park where we made it our 'fort' so that anyone hidden in the fort couldn't be tagged.
There was this one time when we got scolded by an uncle who took his small daughter aged 3 or so, "Ini kan gelongsor! Buat macam gelongsor. Jangan main-main kat sini!"
Then we stopped playing that day.
Recalling the incident, it got me thinking why would adults restrict a child's imagination? Should toys be played the way they are supposed to be played or should we let children use their imagination to explore them?
I would most definitely support giving children the freedom to go wild with their thoughts. That's how they develop their mind.
Stop restricting a child's growing mind.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Monday, February 18, 2019
One Hundred Eighty Five
Yesterday I got mad at Syafiq for no apparent reason (well, he didn't comply with one of my tiny request) and stopped talking to him. He tried his best to console me and when I've cooled down, he reminded me in his softest voice,
"I understand we can't get everything we want and sometimes we become upset. But we must not hurt others too at the same time."
I immediately apologised for saying things I shouldn't have.
"I understand we can't get everything we want and sometimes we become upset. But we must not hurt others too at the same time."
I immediately apologised for saying things I shouldn't have.
Thursday, December 20, 2018
One Hundred Eighty Four
So I am contesting for a poem recital competition this weekend. Hahahaha recalling my good ol' days in high school.
So I went looking for ayah's poem compilation, which was supposed to be in this one box upstairs. But I didn't manage to find it. I, however, discovered mom and dad's old birthday cards, years before I was born. Most cards were sent by mom to dad, since their engagement days to the days when she had to left dad and abanglong for London.
As compared to dad, mom doesn't really show her affection to us (dad and us). Sometimes I wonder if she loved us (of course she does, look at all the comfort the provided us with). Hence I was so surprised looking at the giant cards she used to send to ayah. I almost shed a tear reading every love message sent, but then Cik Nah came to me to help find the poem compilation.
I am still deeply affected by my discovery just now. It is really heart breaking imagining mom packing the cards, and putting them at one place. Her memories with ayah must've hurt her so much. Now I can't imagine a life without my husband. How am I going to live a minute without him by my side. Having said this, I now honestly understood how strong mama is maneuvering her present days without her lover.
We miss you, ayah. But we never miss praying for you. Al-fatihah.
p/s: I still haven't found the poem to contest. Huwaaa.
So I went looking for ayah's poem compilation, which was supposed to be in this one box upstairs. But I didn't manage to find it. I, however, discovered mom and dad's old birthday cards, years before I was born. Most cards were sent by mom to dad, since their engagement days to the days when she had to left dad and abanglong for London.
As compared to dad, mom doesn't really show her affection to us (dad and us). Sometimes I wonder if she loved us (of course she does, look at all the comfort the provided us with). Hence I was so surprised looking at the giant cards she used to send to ayah. I almost shed a tear reading every love message sent, but then Cik Nah came to me to help find the poem compilation.
I am still deeply affected by my discovery just now. It is really heart breaking imagining mom packing the cards, and putting them at one place. Her memories with ayah must've hurt her so much. Now I can't imagine a life without my husband. How am I going to live a minute without him by my side. Having said this, I now honestly understood how strong mama is maneuvering her present days without her lover.
We miss you, ayah. But we never miss praying for you. Al-fatihah.
p/s: I still haven't found the poem to contest. Huwaaa.
One Hundred Eighty Three
I am supposed to be finishing my book writing today. But oh well, I got distracted (as usual).
At the moment, I am still contemplating on whether or not I should blog as my professional persona so it can benefit my followers and fans (HAHAHAHA I know right). But then it is really hard to hold yourself and hide the nasty part of you when writing. I mean, I am so comfortably being myself as I write because this is how I express myself the best.
Anyhow I still, should proceed, IMO. It's a sensible option for self branding purposes. Let's just figure that out later.
Oh have I also mentioned I would've blogged more frequently if I can do it via phone? Or if my laptop doesn't require to be plugged on to use? I mean, I think a lot and would love having my thoughts transferred into writing but unfortunately I do not have the means to. And when I am available to write, I don't have the mood anymore.
My goodness I am being so complicated about writing alone.
At the moment, I am still contemplating on whether or not I should blog as my professional persona so it can benefit my followers and fans (HAHAHAHA I know right). But then it is really hard to hold yourself and hide the nasty part of you when writing. I mean, I am so comfortably being myself as I write because this is how I express myself the best.
Anyhow I still, should proceed, IMO. It's a sensible option for self branding purposes. Let's just figure that out later.
Oh have I also mentioned I would've blogged more frequently if I can do it via phone? Or if my laptop doesn't require to be plugged on to use? I mean, I think a lot and would love having my thoughts transferred into writing but unfortunately I do not have the means to. And when I am available to write, I don't have the mood anymore.
My goodness I am being so complicated about writing alone.
Saturday, August 25, 2018
One Hundred Eighty Two
It was an accidental meeting. Thank god for the mishap that took place the day before.
Sometimes you need a slap on your face to see the world from a different angle. You know the way out but you wished you had known the right channel. Now that you do it's time for you to set the deadline and act upon it.
It's now or never.
Sometimes you need a slap on your face to see the world from a different angle. You know the way out but you wished you had known the right channel. Now that you do it's time for you to set the deadline and act upon it.
It's now or never.
One Hundred Eighty One
I really don't like it when my credibility is being questioned. Just because you don't see with your bare eyes what I do doesn't mean I don't do things. In fact, I might accomplish more than half you could even achieve.
Some people's mind can't stop working. And that some people is me.
You might as well look after yourself, because you seem to be pretty unoccupied I see.
Some people's mind can't stop working. And that some people is me.
You might as well look after yourself, because you seem to be pretty unoccupied I see.
One Hundred Eighty
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