Resam Merak Kembang Bulu

Atas kesedaran susah nak cari semula tulisan aku di status Facebook (ke, ada orang tahu cara nak 'search'?), aku rasa aku nak kongsi status-status kesayangan aku di sini, sikit demi sedikit disamping mengkonsistenkan diri untuk menulis (tulis untuk simpan, simpan untuk kongsi, kongsi untuk tulis lagi). Antaranya, puisi yang ala-ala seni dan ada masa ala karte. Nah, ambil satu.

Kau kata merak angkuh dan megah.
Kau fikir merak damba perhatian kau yang murah,
Tapi, jika merak kembang bulu, kau toleh dan senyum.
Jika dia simpan, kau muram kecewa.
Tak cukup hipokrit, kau mengata juga.

Kau kata merak tak terbang, harap cantik saja.
Dah tu, kau boleh terbang? Cantik apa pula yang kau ada?
Merak dicipta begitu, dia syukur dengan bangga.
Resam merak kembang bulu, kau dengki kenapa?
Mari belajar cari beza,
Antara megah dengan yakin,
Antara mengampu dengan memuji,
Cubalah ganti cemburu dengan mengagumi,
Jangan lupa, itu kerja Yang Maha Mencipta.
~Ain Cantik, 18/11/15~

Is Religion Commitment?

SharingForToday#6 : Love vs Commitment.

A man loves a lady, but he doesn't want to marry her (yet) because he is not ready to have commitment.
How will you compare this man with another man who live as a great husband?
Tell me, is love everything you need in a relationship, or will you agree that commitment is the meaning of true love?
Tell me, is believing the only thing you proud of towards your Creator or living the life as a commitment for Him is the meaning of having faith?

Bandingkan, "Saya sayangkan awak, tapi saya tak boleh berkahwin dengan awak sebab saya tak mahu komitmen" dengan "Saya sayangkan awak, sudikah awak menjadi isteri saya?"

Haaaa? Kau Ada Blog?

Dua tiga menjak ini, ada beberapa manusia yang terkejut (tinggi suara dan beliak mata) tanda kurang percaya apabila aku dikaitkan dengan blog. "Haaaa? Kau ada blog?"

Mereka fikir aku banyak bercakap dan mendengar, maknanya aku suka bertentang mata dan bertukar suara, semestinya bertentangan dengan dunia pembaca dan penulis. Respon mereka itulah yang buat aku teringat, "eh, aku ada blog la, jom balik ke dunia tulisan!"

Dan, sah, hampir 10 bulan aku tak jenguk 'writing therapy' aku ni. Fuh, jom buat come back...!

Azam 'come back' kali ini, biar ringkas, asalkan konsisten. Ecewah.

*Kembali mengutip jiwa lama yang tertinggal di celah almari*

Pongal, Poorna and I

My first time hearing the word 'Pongal' was in 2011, when I was in Durham, North Carolina, USA. I heard about Pongal from my housemate, a pretty Indian lady from Chennai, India.

After more than 24 hours of flight, with 3 transits, it was my first time meeting her but only after few minutes, I walked away and went to my room where I found only a mattress. I was so tired, so I didn't care, I wanted to sleep. It was so cold, the heater was not functioned yet, and it was December. But suddenly this angle came into my room and gave me a comforter.

When I woke up, I smell food. (Or because of the food, then I woke up? Hahaha...). She said, "Ain, the food is ready! I cooked because of Pongal. Let's eat!" That was my first meal in USA.

And that is why, I can say, that I started my day in Durham, North Carolina, with Pongal.

I can't imagine my first day, first night, sleeping without bed sheet, pillow or comforter and only eat instant noodle I brought from Malaysia. But this angle made my first day as one of the beautiful days I had in USA.

Poorna, I miss your herbal tea, your puree, your okra... I miss playing clay with you, disturbing you painting, watching horror movies while eating pizzas, commenting on all the reality shows we watched together, especially cooking shows, shopping food.. shopping art stuff... watching movie in cinema.. listening to your singing when you're in the bathroom (hehehe..).. discussing about Bollywood movies... making, decorating and eating cakes.. taking photos..  we scared each other by switching off the light... we cleaned the house while listening to Hindi songs... wow! You made my lonely and depressed days colorful.. and see, I am survived!

Yes, we talked, we scared each other, we fought,  we sang, we laughed...
I feel so grateful for knowing you, Poorna!

Stay healthy, pretty and happy lovely lady! Take care and all the best! Happy Pongal!

 Poorna's black forest cake in making. I was experimenting with back & side lighting

Second layer

 We can buy cake and eat with no specific celebration!

 I learned to love sushi here! With Poorna (blue shirt) and Vineela (in purple)

 I look so fierce with the knife but she look so cute and pretty!

 

 Testing the color for painting

 

 My favorite scrapbook paper. I used the final piece I had last month. 

 

 Shopping time!

Checking bills! Hehehe... I am always the one who doesn't like to calculate. And I am so lucky that I have friends good in Math!

 First time we met here! Heeeee...

That is the counter (in the kitchen) where we were both standing up while waiting for the food or tea ready... to talk..

 She was painting, and again, I was with my camera...

 

 I knew nothing about the brushes.. ok, know nothing hehehe.. they are Poorna's

I made this with love!! ;)

Beads she made from clay

 The clay

I love the blue one! And it was made by Poorna!!! My fingers are too big to make it so fine like hers!

Okay, this is my rose. See, how fat it is! Hahaha...!!

Again, Poorna... and to all my Hindu friends, Happy Pongal! :)