The Eighth Year  

Posted by Kamelia

It's one of those rare moments when I can breathe, and actually have time to update my blog. The forgotten blog. The poor thing.

Life passes me by so fast nowadays, that everything is a blur to me. I can't remember when, what, where and how I am supposed to do things. Mama nags me for forgetting to do my laundry. But I can't even seem to remember more important things. Let alone my laundry.

Me and Baby were at a restaurant on the 4th of January. I don't even remember what restaurant it was. There we were in our usual banter, when suddenly Baby's jaw dropped.

"Do you remember what day was yesterday?"

"Sunday?" I replied.

"What date was it?"

"Well, today's the fourth, so yesterday was the thir...." what the fu- "it was our anniversary!!!!"

And we stared aghast at each other, shocked at our own ability to forget such an important date.

We've been so caught up with work, and preparations for our wedding, that really, we've forgotten our 8th year anniversary. Yup, you got that, 8. E-I-G-H-T!

Eight years since this boy walked into my life, and has stubbornly hung on to me through thick and thin. And I him.

We've come a long way since then, and on the 5th of June this year, we're finally tying the knot, and starting a new life together.

Perhaps it's too early to begin telling our love story. I'll wait till everything's over and done with in June before I go into the minute details.

To our mutual friends who have been with us throughout all these years, thank you for putting up with us, and I promise, I will try to spend more time with you guys after I'm married.

Provided if my hubby will share me, of course.


Posted by Kamelia

My blog does not serve to entertain the reader. Sometimes, I think, it hardly entertains me. Problem is, if it's on the net, it ain't a secret.

I've always been acutely aware of that. Of the potent force behind every trail I leave on the internet. Nothing can everything sometimes.

I realise how some may read my words, and intrepret it differently from what I mean it to be.

And so I edit. I amend. I rarely ever write what I really mean. What is inside my head.

There's always that overwhelming feeling that I would like to become invisible.

Maybe I should be like Nirah, and remove my trace forever.

And retreat to the safe, and ever present pages of my paperback journal. Leatherbound. Floral.

A place where I can truly write what I mean.

From Out-Er Space  

Posted by Kamelia

If you're planning to buy a book anytime soon, think no further, and make a beeline for Chaizani Shamsuddin's From Outer Space. Insightful, humorous and a must read for all women, (and men who wish to understand them) this book will keep you turning the pages until the inevitable end.

Ok, ok, so I may be a little bias, since it is written by my own sister, but seriously, you have to get it. Available in all Borders and Times bookstores across the country. (I checked!)

Blurbs from other readers:

"If Chaizani was a guy and is a Man U fan, I'd kiss her already!" - Limau Kasthuri*

*names have been altered to protect identity.

On Vacation  

Posted by Kamelia

Hey guys, just letting you know that I am on a break from work. I will be leaving for Singapore on Friday, and coming back on the 28th of December. What will I be doing? a whole lot of NOTHING. Yup, this holidays, I am quite determined to relax as much as possible, and stretch me legs, and do whatever it is my heart tells me to do, instead of listening to my head. The best kind of vacation there is.

edit - Just as Baby has kindly reminded me, this will also be my last vacation as a single woman. After this, all of my vacations shall henceforth have him monkeying around, annoying me. :)


Posted by Kamelia

The space between here and there
is narrow
Walking crab-like, I reach the window
A gust of fresh air whips my hair
spinning me
like the dreams I've had
but never came to be.

I need space.
A time to think.
To reflect
To unlearn, what I remember.
I need space to breathe,
To live
To embrace the living.

Space, like the emptiness in my head.
At night.

He Loves, He Love Me Not...  

Posted by Kamelia


He Loves Me!

Flowers from Baby!


Posted by Kamelia


Asher stars in JAWS: The Next Generation

Don't Let Me Fall  

Posted by Kamelia

I haven't seen many of my friends lately. While I may have missed seeing some of my friends for a few weeks, there are some that I have not seen for many years. I hope they will all realise that although I may not always be there physically, that I am always with them in spirit. You guys are always on my mind. Although I may be caught up in life sometimes, you are always in my thoughts, and in my heart.

Don't stop inspiring me.

Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side

I'm the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
I'm so sorry that I'm falling
Help me up lets keep on running
Don't let me fall out of love

Running, running
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
(Do you think we'll make it?)
We're running
Keep holding my hand
It's so we don't get separated

Be the one I need
Be the one I trust most
Don't stop inspiring me
Sometimes it's hard to keep on running
We work so much to keep it going
Don't make me want to give up

Never Make Us "Congak"  

Posted by Kamelia

I had this running joke among my colleagues. "Never ask a Mass Comm student to do Maths. Especially mental (congak) maths! Why'd you think we joined this course. It's because we are allergic to maths!"

Kas cannot illustrate this better.



Posted by Kamelia

Being all grown up puts into perspective the stuff that you went through as a teenager. I wish as I could say that I was only a teenager last year. But being 24, that was a good 4 years ago. Yikes!

I didn't have that much going on when I was a teenager when it came to boys. Except for Baby, I never really had a boyfriend. But like any other normal girl in highschool, I've had my own share of ups and downs when it came to boys.

I think I've always been a romantic person...but a pragmatic one. Oxymoron, I know, but there it is. I could make up all sorts of things in my head, but when it came down to it, I knew this guy or that guy just wasn't the one for me, because we had hardly anything in common. Teenagers don't usually think of that. They just look for the most physically attractive one, and hone in.

I used to stay up till late at night, making up conversations, writing poetry, planning when to "bump" into him. And then, when it all doesn't work out, I'd just curl up in bed, and listen to the soppiest of songs, and immerse myself in tears.

Kid stuff...I know.

But now and then, one of those soppy songs gets played on the radio, and for some inexplicable reason, it takes me back to that vulnerable state, when boys broke your heart, and people can be mean. It's been years since all those has happened, and I guess I've grown a rather thick skin.

But there's something about certain songs that just transports you back. I mean, how many people can listen to Boyz II Men's "End of the Road" and not reflect on that first time someone dumped you. For me, that song has always been this song. Faith Hill's "Let me let go".

Dear Diary  

Posted by Kamelia

It's been a long time since I last updated my blog. I'm not sure if I had many people who followed my blog in the first place then, but I am sure, no one visits this little space of mine any longer.

It's been a very hectic few months since I've been engaged. Apart from being busy at work, I've also been busy scouring places, looking for ideas and bargains. Weddings are few and far between in my family, far different from Baby, whose family has a wedding every other weekend. It's a totally new experience for us, and mostly, it's rather daunting as well.

I've been so busy looking for the best caterers, the perfect dress, the right colour scheme, the prefect shoes and every other small detail for the wedding that I have not really thought about the prospect of actually GETTING married.

In my head, I keep imagining sweet beginnings, and embarking on this great adventure with my best friend. But at the same time, I cannot also ignore the vast responsibility that will be upon us the day the solemnisation ceremony is complete.

For some reason, few people in today's world view marriage as sacred. Many sully it with affairs and others just fall by the wayside, and everything ends in some messy separation. Marriage is like the vow that can be broken and renewed with someone else.

Although I have always been precocious as a child, I am acutely aware at how young we will be by the time we will be married. The economic crises isn't helping to alleviate this worry either.

Amidst all my doubts and worries, I also can't help but feel so blessed to be able to marry my best friend. In the end, that's all that matters I suppose. Call it blind faith...

Temporary Reprieve  

Posted by Kamelia

I'm blogging here for awhile while trying to get back up. We're trying to find a suitable server for it.

Till then....toodles!

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