Let's talk TWINS!!

Gemini, symbolized by the Twins, is ruled by Mercury, Geminis are curious, intellectual, quick-witted, talkative, friendly, and have superb communication skills. They are clear thinkers and have a love of information, able to process many incoming ideas and concepts in their search for the truth. While Geminis are able to handle many tasks at the same time, they often lack depth – jack-of-all-trades, master of none.

This is taken from astrologychartsonline. Amongst the not so attractive traits are changeable and irresponsible. Like DNAS once mentioned, "how accountable is lalang?"

My experience with Geminis are limited to one, and that was not a good experience. Thus, this post will rely mostly on that unfortunate incident. My apologies to all Geminis if I sound all negative. Also, it will also based on a Gemini who is close to someone I am close to.

The Gemini that I knew was a sweet talker. His teeth was softer than his tounge (pardon the direct translation from Malay's proverb Lembut gigi dari lidah). He was moving too fast too soon. I was excited though, because he really seemed to mean what he said and I was all "Thank you God, he is what I hope for...". And since I'm here today without him, it's a proof that not everything that you hope for is good for you. Tada!

The affair was too soon started, too soon ended. The thing about this Gemini I knew, was that he said one thing today, and another thing the next. And the cut was so completely done, that I was left with my astonished "huh?!". And don't expect answers for your confusions, they will either skirt around the issue, make faces or just plain ignore it altogether. Sad, but true.

I found that Geminis will only explain themselves if they want to and if it benefits them. They do not want to be accountable. Geminis think they are hot stuff. As such, they feel they can do the choosing and you should wait in line for your turn (okay, this maybe the grudge talking, but nevertheles... I'll stand corrected if you can prove otherwise...). Confidence, is really high in this breed although over-flowing will be disastrous, especially to other people rather than the Gemini himself.

Gemini enjoys analysing. Every situation, every person, each experience. Which is actually an excellent mental sparring partner for an Aquarian such as yours truly.

I think, it might be that when their curiousity is sated, Gemini just lose interest on the subject. It's the twins effect. Although you might want to be more assertive when defining the twins concept as being able to see things from different point of views. Which is a good thing. But, again, it might bring you to this situation; "Although I love you, I cannot be with you...". Aaahhhh... does that answer your question? One twin wants it, but the other doesn't. I guess both twins have to be satisfied, then only then, a Gemini will be truly satisfied.

All is not lost though. If you're willing to be adventurous, not minding occasional bumps and bruises, you might just enjoy the ride. For moi, the Gemini in reference has already settled down with a significant other of choice.

NOTE: Initially the writer has decided against writing on Geminis for lack of subject matter. However, since the writer was personally requested to give her views, she finally relented. So, DNAS and Queen, let me know what you think.

I want.... but I can't...

I do! I do! I really do!

Some people say I should be persistent and consistent, because there is already a living proof that this works. Some say I should go for it and do something about it if I really want it.

Blimey. I don't know how.

A lady has to preserve her dignity, eh? And hem to the knees and cuffs to the elbows, is not exactly dignified and being elegant and poise, no? There must be another way!

But then I ask myself, do I really want it, or do I just think that I want it. Major difference there. I can't really say I want it with every fibril of my soul. Neither can I say I lose sleep or can't eat thinking about it. But I do think it'll be nice to have it and knowing it's there for me.

So.

Untouchable... that's what you are...
Untouchable... though near or far...
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
Untouchable, in every way
And forevermore, (And forevermore)
That’s how you’ll stay, (That’s how you’ll stay)
That’s why darling its incredible
That someone so untouchable
Thinks that I am untouchable too...

(NOTE: Please sing along to Nat King Cole's Unforgettable..)

Muahahaha...And here I am wishing that miracles could happen. He he he...

Whatever you have in your mind - forget it;
Whatever you have in your hand - give it;
Whatever is to be your fate - face it!
--Abu Sa'id

Fry-day!!

Good Friday morning everyone!

Last Wednesday, I went "berjoyer" (Let DNAS explain this because she came out with the term) with DNAS, Alien and Queen. It was for Queen's impending birthday, the following day. Here's to Queen for another turn of the number. May another year means more success, more love, more money, more matured and more refined. And many, many mores for good things.

We met up at Fasta Pasta, Ikano for dinner. All three of them had the famous Scampi pasta. Queen and DNAS had the Aussie serving while Alien, on a diet pledge, had the Asian. Yours truly, had too much to eat for the whole day opted for a plate of Tiramisu. Which was really, really sinful.


The food was marvelous. I had Vienna Coffee with the cake. It was delicious. Alien tried the Peppermint Tea, but according to her it doesn't go with the pasta it left a weird taste. Queen had the well known carbonated drink, Coke and DNAS asked for a glass of warm water; which we'll find out later won't be enough...

Queen and Alien, while waiting for DNAS and I to arrive, had a shopping spree in IKEA. I didn't poke around, okay, maybe I did, just a little. Pots, pans, candle etc.

After a filling sitting in the restaurant (I should be getting commission from all these outlets that I mentioned in my blog, eh...?) we adjourned to The Curve for cuci mata session. We settled down at Starbucks, just next to the enourmous Christmas tree. Frankly there were nothing interesting to ogle at. BUT, the company was excellent, the conversation was lively.


Queen was kept interrupted with phone calls. Her "uhuh", "urm" and "okay", was done quietly. Sibuk jer tau! Ahh... the beauty if being in love... muahaha... DNAS, on the other hand, and expert in reverse-psychology. I shall not elaborate. Let what happened in The Curve stays in The Curve. He he he... Alien, what can I say. She's always been the cool one. And she's got a cool relationship too with whom we dub as one-in-a-million. Isn't that a blessing?

On another note, I had a very good night sleep last night thus my chirpy self today. I came back from the gym at nine, made a quick dinner, loiter in front of the TV for a while. I was in bed by 10pm. My beauty sleep was interrupted at midnight, a phone call to confirm tonight's rendezvous. I still don't know where we're going but I shall leave that to my escort for the evening.

While you're in the hopping session, why not drop by to My White Ribbon Campaign and have a tour? Then act on it. It's worth the time.

How's the floor today?

If you're amongst the regulars, you would've been to this Madame's cyber home. And if you've followed her harangue, you would know that she's the Goddess of Cleanliness. There is definitely nothing wrong with that. In fact I'm in total agreement one hundred and one percent!

So let me now tell you my story of attacking the floor and bontot kuali full force.

I inherit the obessesive for shiny kuek kuok (the sound u made when you draw a V on a just-washed plate) from my Mom. She taught me that toilets should be washed every day. Even if you're washing it without detergent, you have to ensure you do it everytime when you're in the shower. As a result, I'm obsessed to having clean toilets everyday, anywhere.

Her pots and pans are shiny. If you had every mirror in the house broken, you can be sure you'll find reflective entities in my mother's kitchen. So, you can still get your hair done and made the time for that date. No worries there. You can sleep in the kitchen. You just need a pillow and you're good to go to the Dream Land on the kitchen floor. There's no lingering smell of belacan or oil.

So I need my kitchen to be clean too. After every cooking session the floor has to be wiped at least. The stove has to be void of spilled oil or sprinkled chilli paste. Once I tried to scrub the wok to no avail. Apparently, as my mum put it, it's a cheap one, so the oil stained will not be so easily disposed. Since I was not the one who bought it, I could not spank myself for being stingy. Muahaha... These days I stick with the pan which is healthier too, as it require less oil.

I once thought to myself, if I have the means, I'll have wall-to-wall carpet for my house. But, further thoughts made me cringe inwardly with the idea. Reason? Imagine the particles that get accumulated in between. Scary stuff.

So, Kakak, I understand what you're going through day-in, day-out. The never-ending war with smudges, spots and spills. The quest for squeaky, shiny, reflective surface. I feel you, madame, I do.

The Butterfly

When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;
when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage.
So long as mists envelop you, be still;
be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists-- as it surely will.
Then act with courage. -- White Eagle

I had doubts. Now I don't. I had decided what I wanted to do. Then I was given another option. It wasn't exactly what I wanted, but the option was tempting enough, it got me diverted. I had doubts. I had to weigh things, consider the options given in front of me. Freedom to choose. Both offered exciting experiences and potentially lucrative in the long run. I was in dilemma.

And then, I got to thinking. Maybe God threw this other option to see if I got diverted from my initial plan. If I move away from my dreams and probably my destiny. So, the mists cleared. And I knew then, which way to go. So, I've decided and I sincerely hope things will fall to place now. Should this be another challenge, an omen to prepare me for my true destiny, I shall embrace it with all I might and make the journey worthwhile.

A thought on rainy day.

Have u ever sit down quietly and reflect on how much God loves you? For instance, you might shed a tear yesterday, but He gives you good news today. Or your beloved goldfish died out of over-feeding but a turn of the head you'd see your bougainvillea blooming. Those small little things that make you remember and just love Him more?

It never cease to amaze me everytime.

Of Capris and Scorpions

I have a slight aversion towards the above. The signs, that is. How did this happened? Well, having people that I knew (and cared) about from both signs helped a lot. And when I said "people" I do mean, men specifically.

At the risk of being scolded/commented/complained/criticised for generalising, I am going to share my experience with both signs.

Let's start with the Capris. They are fickled-minded when it comes to relationships. They certainly do not know or not sure of what they really want. I believed it when they say they care (or love) BUT the moment you show them that you care for them more than they thought you do, they scat. Or they start to distance themselves. Maybe I've met the "wrong" Capris, but hey... if out of ten, eight is hopeless, you start to think that it's not you, it's them. At a glance, they want to have it all. Mayhaps they do. And they want it their way. Oh... they are not big at declaring their feelings either and what exactly they have in mind or what they want. Probably because they don't really understand their feelings and need at the first place.

To their credits though, they can be very loyal. Loving. Attentive. They have fashion-sense too. Probably that fact made me easily attracted to them. Most of the time they are easy on the eyes (I kinda like this statement eversince I was at the receiving end.. cheewaahh.. but we're not talking about moi today). And it stops there. They are after all, excellent cavalier heartbreakers. If I used that term correctly...

The Scorpions. Aaahhh... these are the true breeds of Mr. Know-It-All. They always think they are "Da Man", much to other people's annoyance. When they show their true colours, they are one self-centered lot. They are good at disguises. Why I say so? In the beginning of a relationship, they are attentive, caring, cater to your every whims. The moment they know you're within the perimeter, you're only moments away from the violent sting. If getting involved with a Capri is a rollercoaster ride, with the poisonous Scorpions, it's a ride in the typhoon. It's bound to be painful. More so when you get too attached and find it difficult to let go. Ooohhh.. they are vain too.

On the good side... well... they can go out of their way to make you happy. And they are very quick at complimenting too. Mulut manis. Although they are masters at critising as well. Scorpions are pretty much black and white. They are extreme in everything they do. There is no moderation for these men. Nada.

You must think that I'm bitter. No, I'm not. It's just that, at times, I felt I wasted too much energy and effort for the wrong people and I wonder what is left for The One. I hope he'll accept me for who I am. Maybe somewhere in me, there is still a lot to give. Heck. I know there is. I'm just keeping it to myself at the moment. So, if I'm being non-chalant or seem to have devil-may-care mask plastered on my face, don't get discourage. He he he...

Having said all the above, I don't show the door to the new Capris and Scorpions that I meet these days. Be it as it may, I am after all not a judgemental person (yeahh... keep telling yourself that Jade). Seriously. Well... at least, I do my best not to be. Always give people the benefits of the doubt. And always, always think good things about people that you meet and see. Because, too many a times, we always try to find faults in others that the wonderful side of them are lost to us.

Ohh... maybe I should talk a bit about Geminis. You know how Gemini is ego and alter-ego? The twins? Let me tell you... it is so very the true. He he he...

Meow.

They say...

Ahhh... a new layout. I like it because it fills up the whole area. But I don't know why Firefox seems to display it a tad different from IE. When I have the time, I shall look into tweaking the settings.

Anyways. I was pestered by the lovely Queen to update. The fact that I do not have anything in mind to write about or interesting coup to share or out of this world event to tell leaves me leaning at the block. Then, I received the below in the email. It said the email has to be shared with other people and to leave my inbox within six minutes or else an unpleasant surprise would be bestowed upon me. Not that I'm superstitious, but I thought it's good to share the bits with my scarce readers...

They say, these came from Anthony Robbins' organisation. They say, it has circled the world ten times. They say, it'll bring good luck if you share it with other people.

So, here goes...

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.

TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.

THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.

FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.

FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.

SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.

SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.

EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.

NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.

TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.

ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.

TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.

THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"

FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.

FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.

SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.

SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.

EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.

NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.

TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.

TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

Thursday's Babble

I've always known I'm not really good at wearing heels. I prefer flats. I always get them stucked either in the cracks of the pavement, or the metal cover of the manhole, or in the soft mound of the soil. You name it, I'm sure I've stucked 'em heels in before... It's not like I'm wearing three-inches or stilettoes... They are rectangular in shape and about one inch. Maybe one an a half.

Not too long ago, I was walking beside one of the most gorgeous sexy man I've known who resembled this guy (I kid you not), I fell down smacked on my cushion because my heels were stucked in between the decorative pavement. One moment I was chatting and walking confidently beside him, the next he was walking alone. I wished the earth would open up and swallowed me whole. He said with a shake of the head and low chuckle, "Jade, only you..." and being the gentleman he was, he sort of scooped me up. Auuwwwwww...

Last week I was enjoying the day out with him when I sort of missed my step and had to stop walking abruptly. To which I was at the receiving end of, "You really can't walk in heels, can you?" Adoiiiiiiii... Malu okay... To exaggerate, I felt my feminity was being questioned. On the same day, with the same guy, during the same outing, I sort of stumbled a little while going up the escalator. Don't ask me how.

I think I'm a natural clutz. I used to be quite clumsy in my younger years. But I've grown up. I am far more graceful now. He he he... But these little moments that happened that could not be helped... I just don't know. Is there a possiblity that a circuit somewhere in my grey area is telling me something? Now, if it happens once in a long while, people would think it's cute. Or funny. But if it's repetitive, it's just soooooo annoying, isn't it?

Anyway, yeah... that's me. So.

Now, last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was getting fat and did not realise it. My friends were too kind to point it out until I realised it myself. And the moment that happened, I got fatter every minute. It worsen until I could actually hold parts of my bulging face and pull at it! It was so scary I tell you. Now, before you start saying that this has something to do psychologically, I tell you, no. I know I am not fat, I'm just urrm... well endowed. Muahahaha... But I tell you, when I woke up, I uttered thanks to God that it was just a dream...

Swing here and there and everywhere...

Moody. Temperemental. Mood swing. Saturrine. Sour. Glum. Sullen.

These are dangerous situation for anyone. In times like this, refrain from talking, making decisions, making friends, being with friends, being with loved ones, or anything that requires human interaction. Stay away from high calory, high cholestrol food, alcoholic beverages.

It's best to opt to hibernate in this period of time.

Since none of the above is feasible, at least not for longer times, we have to improvise.

Read a book. Watch a comedy. Listen to music, soothing or otherwise. Cook. Plant a new shrub for the garden. Go shopping. Go window-shopping. Do a make-over. Get your hair done; cut, restyle, coloured, permed. Rearrange the bedroom. Rearrange the hall. Wash the toilet. Mop the floor. Decorate the kitchen. Write a poem. Recite one out loud. Sing your hearts out. Hug Mom and tell her "I love you". Hug Dad and say the same. Bash your brother's head with a dull object.

Okay, I shall stop there.

The point is, do anything that take your mind off the source of your moodiness. One surefire way of achieveing this is... BLOGGING.

I wish something magical will happen tonight...

Heaven and Earth

They were all smartly dressed. The men with batik shirts and the women with colourful baju kurungs, complete with head scarves. They were outside the courtroom, protesting for the man they supported. They were venting out their frustration because of the sentence befelled their leader. They called themselves Muslims and they were blaspheming. They were 100% convinced that heaven is in their hands and they were standing tall with their prophet. The man they were supporting was their messenger. The messenger for the Malays and whoever understands his mother tongue.

The scene I described did happen. And it was aired in one of th investigative series in our local channels. It was really laughable to see how sure and confident these people were on the imposter. It was sad and heart-wrenching to know how wrong they were. It was really scary because it happened not far away from my hometown.

There are several more similar different incidents all over our beloved country. And not counting the Muslims who turned their backs from Islam and embraced other teachings. And what are our officials being doing all these times? Barging into a chalet of a golden couple, accused them of zina and khalwat. Despite the obvious, the officials did not want to believe that the couple was non-Muslim. Or they held up people strolling in the park or just enjoying the scenery while sitting on chequered spread on the grass, saying that these people were involved in obscenities. While I might incline to agree in certain aspects, there are lots more to be done than accusing a woman who dresses up in a certain way is encouraging rape onto her.

Set your priorities rigt, I say. There's more to aqidah than your narrow perception. Study the old ways and adapt accordingly to the current situation. Aim to encourage people to do good, to attract them to the otherworldly beauties and promises instead of making them feel enclosed and trapped, worse make them hate and run the opposite way. Show them that we are of love and peace. Not patriarchal and condescending. Exhibit the fact that with us men and women are equal and all those feminism moves are in fact not applicable, because we already put our women in the highest pedestal. Remember about heaven being under our mothers' feet and how we have to put our mothers three times before our fathers? If you want the masses to follow the Sunnah, expand more than just that bit where the men are allowed to marry up to four women. Find out why it is allowed and the responsibilities and complications that comes with it. Understand this, with great power comes great responsibilities (now... where did I heard that before?).

I rest my case. Love and peace, sisters and brothers.

Not yet extinct!

Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
-- Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

Well.. well... what do you know... It's been a week since first Syawal. Dah buat puasa nam blom? And thank the heavens, it's ever blue sky again! It has been since last week, but I've been basking in the pleasant air and blues and greens, I just want to drown in it.

How has it been so far for you? I underwent a little change on Wednesday. Nothing life changing just probably a pleasant physical upgrade. He he he... "Masuk locker kunci sendiri". To anyone who is not familiar with the phrase, it's equivalent to "masuk bakul angkat sendiri".

I still feel sore in places and I know a massage session is long overdue. Maybe I'd splurge a little for that two hours get away in Hartamas. Just need to find a time for it. I've got a good news to share, but will only reveal it when it is confirmed black and white.

You know the feeling when you want to share your joy and secrets and tears and what little excitement with one someone? I had that feeling for quite sometime, but alas, the lack of that one someone made me feel a little sorry for myself. BUT, the ability to borrow that feeling even for just a short while seems worth it. Sounds pathetic, but a girl has got to do what a girl's got to do, eh? It's what we call improvising!

It feels really good when someone tells you that one feels happy just being with you. But the sweetness of it tore a little piece of your fragile heart when you're not sure if you are willing to prolong it. Huwaaa... DNAS is right. I AM bloody complicated! Whatever la eh... You live once only.

For today just let me swim in my own fantasy and enjoy it while it lasts!