THE FOREST HIKE….

The day before my last day in Penang, I and my friend decided to visit the tourist attractions. So, our first stop was the Penang National Park. We had no clue where it was located. We boarded the bus and then followed the intuitions which worked pretty fine. We reached the place in less than 30 min. the information counter charged us Rm 5 for the canopy walk rest everything was free. Cool! Well, we headed off towards the canopy walk but nothing in sight. We just followed the sign and stopped in between taking pictures coz memories counts… well, contrast to my idea of an ideal park, it was actually a forest and it was more wild and adventurous than I
could ever think of. We took 20 min or more to reach our destination but the thing was closed for lunch break. After waiting for few minutes, the blotch was opened and we could carry on. The walk wasn’t at all scary rather it was amusing. Walking among the canopy sounds exotic and it really was when I was walking among the tree tops and beneath me walked people who looked like tiny tots. It was a fun experiment with height.
 We headed off for the monkey beach and the headlight… it was awesome… trust myself… it was crazy!
The blue sea stretched miles away
beyond the horizon engulfed by green hills on the side. Evergreen trees and coniferous trees castled on the hills throwing refreshing all around. The fiddling of the sand with the high shores creates a big wave of relaxation inside the closed heart. Oh! It was terrific… we had to rush back but we somehow landed at the sign post that indicated another beach at around 2920m. Ok, I wanted to give it a try but I wasn’t ready for the moments that lay ahead. We passed through a jungle with lots of tall trees with some kind of specialty which I didn’t really go through. Yeah, I did witness the music area where I could hear strange sounds which seem to come from nowhere. Then, I followed the buffalo path and the dug out hill. I was really exhausted by then but I knew I had to go on.  Few hikers pass us by, they looked real tired. I was like, could it be so hard? Despite the resistance from my friend, I still walked on till she gave up on me. Finally, after an hour long of hiking, we managed to reach the beach. Omg! it was beautiful! But I was so tired to shout at the top of my lungs which I so wanted to. The beach is the farthest beach so it is the cleanest and damn beautiful. Blue merged with green, the sands were sandy and the rocks were the mightiest… I had my day there. It was falling evening so we had to rush back. It was so amazing to be there. It took us an hour more to reach back and the first thing was to look for water and food. I did bring some juices but we finished that way back in our early hopping.
It had a good time though my feet gave me trauma for the next two days. But my adventure didn’t end there…. the next moment to drop by was wilder.... wink wink...;>

P.S. its a race with life... you cant stop the fleeting moments...

BY THE SEA

Aite.....

These days everything that i post goes by the beach/sea coz m by it and m loving it especially the view in the MORN..... it takes your breath away... you flip your eye lashes to the flap of the waves and flicker your ears to the sound of the shores.... it so amazing when you just hear the waves flap against the shore, so violently with so much of peace inside... as if everything is falling into the universe and you are devoured in the tides of eternity...

 i slide open the glass door to the wide field of forceful morning waves... the fresh breeze rush through my hair and whisper to my skin.... m alive and i am dwelling in the moment of  sea..... it travels through my breath and journey to the rusty city life... m bathed in the drops they sprinkle on my face... it is luxurious and its elaborate...

Drops of hot caffeine enters me and I devour both the flavor and the warmth.... its replenishing and relinquishing... the apt coolness to bring down the heat and the good warmth to heat up the cold... its like experimenting with the elements of nature in the aura of nature..... its platonic and its natural.....

the sea after the heavy downpour is a treat to the eyes... once more, i stalked the balcony to see the change of weather but my gaze turned towards the sea.  I am blessed again in the EVE... the margins of muddiness no longer exist as the ripples formed engulfs the calamity and the whole sea is returning to the sate of peace.....in par with the drops that's trickle and fall into it....
the horizons no longer separates the sea from the land. they have merged into one and i am floating on  the land of sea. the misty air filled the atmosphere with must and freshness.... its like whole of it is waking up again like they do in the morning before the sun touches the horizon....
i could no longer see the flashing of the waves but i can hear the shores being hit by the waves.....

it is a sight to be longed for..... the trickles of the sea plays the music like the drops in the rain....
it hits the chord of the heart and leaves you stunned..... like in a TRANCE.....

The writing on my forehand....

THE MOVING FINGERS WRITES;

AND HAVING WRIT, MOVES ON:

NOT ALL YOUR PEITY NOR WIT

SHALL LURE IT BACK TO CANCEL A LINE,

NOR ALL YOUR TEARS WASH OUT A WORD OF IT....

THE BOOK LIST....

THIS IS ONE OF THE MANY BOOKS THAT HAVE MY EYES FIXED ON....
GONNA GRAB ONE COPY IN A WHIFF....

A BOOK THAT I PROMISED TO LEAF THROUGH
COZ I HAD A YEARNING FOR IT FROM TIME INDEFINATE..

 



BE FREE IN THE SHALLOW WILD...
SANDY BUT FULL OF MIST...
A NEW TWIST TO MY PHENOMENON EYES...

INSPIRATION KEEPS ME GOING ON....
EVEN WHEN THINGS FALL DREADLY APART....
A BOOK THAT TOUCHES EVERY DISASTER AND CLAIM EACH PART...

A DREAM widout a DREAMER....

scary was the night; in the blind dark..
i stood in the wave of surprise and shock...
you were there too... but on the other side of the line...
something pulled me out of my bewilderment...
then i saw you being dragged and thrashed...
i know not why are you being beaten for...
the only thing that i cared to know was ....

it was you who is being victimized...

i can no longer bear the silent breath...

so i rushed towards you to take the whip on me...

i didnt felt a single blow on my back...

but i felt the deep pain that you wore...

i caress your blue blown scars...

and kissed your bruised lips...
you smiled in between in your tears...
and clang onto me tight...
i trailed the two  back to the groove...
and slammed the door shut in the face of the world...

i woke up startled ... finding that it was just a dream...

so crystal clear was the dream...
but you was so morbid as the night itself...
your face was hidden in the dark...
but your pain shined bright with the star...
now i cant remember your couture smile...
but i can feel the warmth of your heart...
you are again a mystery in the neverland....
it was just a dream...
and i am dreamer without a dream....
and i dream a dream.... devoid of the dreamer...

IF...

...if ever ur words fail to soothe da reading heart...
... forever will i write my words in silence....

HOW DO I GO ABOUT THIS????????????

well... how do i exactly go about this... its nerve-wrecking when words give that stubborn attitude to flow out... to be exact, i am failing short of words to pen down anything. This is one of times that i hate the most and it particularly reminds me of the worst exams that i ever wrote Blank...
Blacking out is a common situation in every phase of emotions: be it be: stress, anger, nervousness, sadness, happiness excitement etc etc but i don't understand why i am blacking out. i am feeling just neutral; not specific in my emotions...

hmmmm was it yesterday???????? oh ya... it was yesterday.... look now my memory is playing hide and seek with me again... coming back.... it was around 1pm,just after having my poor lunch, i was heading back to my room. coming out of the cafeteria, i noticed a white door next to the stewarding area. i was wondering what could be being used for? though i had the pre-notion that it could be the pantry room.  i tried pushing the door but it was latched from inside.strangely i saw a big hole on the door near the latch just big enough to fit in my hand. so, i just pushed my hand inside and waved crazily. i meant it to be seriously fun... but after i walked three steps, i heard the door creak open and the steward guy came out of the room. i just happened to look back and saw him and the cafeteria lady standing outside. i started giggling! shit! hehhe... the two of them and my friend were looking blankly at me. i couldn't possibly give back any answer and i was in mid of my giggling phase. so, to end the amusement, i just said to all in common: what?????? the steward guy shouted back, why you put your hand? next time, i will catch you hand and wont let it go. i just gave a laugh and went into the lift. my friend was laughing too and was criticizing me: why, your hand itchy????? i was like.... no... i got an intuition.... shit...  i think they thought i saw them in the room and so was disturbing them..... oops!!!!!!!!!! i had no idea that i broke somebody's privacy.....
we laughed the roar!!!

the hospitality industry is such a queer place to be in....... and i am feeling strange.....

ERASING THE UNPLEASANT MOMENTS....

oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!! cant believe,,, i am done with my 10weeks training...
well, to be exact, there is no super high feeling in my heart. it is the same as ever.. i am happy to leave this place and sad to bade goodbye to every other..
guess, thats the way life is meant to be... so that excites happy days ahead...

THE GOODY DAYS ARE WELCOMED AGAIN .....
no more early waking up....
no more sleepy heads in the work place....
no more egg station and nasty comments....
no more running around to refill the empty buffet...
no more chopping sausages, hams and onions.....
no more slicing butter, tomyam leaves....
no more cutting vegetables with all weird names...
no more running to the butcher ...
no more checking menu and doing mis-en-place....
no more cutting fingers and crying in pain....
no more receiving orders and listening to commands...
no more sliding for ala-carte orders ....
no more asking for directions and attention....
no more checking of the duty rooster...
no more changing of the music station on the radio.
no more servicing and smiling at stoned faces...
no more clearing plates and pouring water...
no more room service and asking for the payment...
no more briefings and loud annoyance...
no more waiting for breaks.....
no more punch in and punch out cards....
no more  stitching tongues and biting lips...

THE BAD ASPECT OF RETURNING BACK.....
no more hotel rooms to stay in...
no more hot jaccuzi and hot bath tub...
no more prepared canteen food...
no more ice-cream whenever i want...
no more tips and extra tips...
no more 24hour aircon(coz its shoots up electricity bill)
no more merry around in the chiller...
no more learning and cooking...
no more beaches around....
no more sands to walk on....

P.S. it taught me a lot... and i have few more names credited to the journey of my life.......

DA HEAVY SILENCE WISH....

1.The person who desires to consult the compassionate Buddha must first pay respect to the sacred image and then concentrate, with a clear mind on the wish he/she desires to make.
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.
4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.
i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...

P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....

DA HEAVY SILENCE WISH....

1.The person who desires to consult the compassionate Buddha must first pay respect to the sacred image and then concentrate, with a clear mind on the wish he/she desires to make.
2. then grip the Sacred image firmly on the body with both hands, make a wish, and ask that you should be able to lift the sacred image lightly without any effort.
3.In doing so, you succeed, and then conform that your wish can be fulfilled in your second attempt, ask that you should not be able to lift it at all. if you succeed again, you can consider that your wish can be fulfilled.

MAKING MA ASPIRATION....

4.If in the first attempt you ask to be able to lift the sacred image lightly and it proved the opposite then you can consider that you wish that you desire is not going to be successful.

i kind of liked the whole aspiration making. infact the Buddha statue is around 1000years old from Thailand. though it is very small in size, it is very heavy.
hmmm but i am happy i succeded.. hope my wish is heard.....
courtesy goes to uncle and aunty Nioh for bringing us around Penang...

P.S.... i silently bury my wish believing that it is heard....