Tips for a Better Life

As per taken, more like stolen from Nadia's Blog. Permission ? Yea, here. * kindly insert one of those fingers up *

1. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
3. Sleep for 7 hours.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
5. Play more games.
6. Read more books than you did in 2007.
7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.
8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
9. Dream more while you are awake.
10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
11. Drink plenty of water.
12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
13. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
14. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
15. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
16. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
17. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
18. Smile and laugh more.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don't compare your partner with others.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
25. Forgive everyone for everything.
26.. What other people think of you is none of your business.
27. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
28. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
29. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
30. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
31. The best is yet to come.
32. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
33. Do the right thing!
34. Call your family often.
35. Your inner most is always happy. So be happy.
36. Each day give something good to others.
37. Don't over do. Keep your limits.


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Its Already So Much & We've Already Missed You..

I just came back from Pak Long's house, yea used to. I've concealed my tears for quite some time until he took he last bath, or rather bathed. I've managed to conceal them so far and I just couldn't any longer when I saw my father's cautious pouring on his brother-in-law's body. Ex brother.

My mind's already contaminated and my views are bound to be distorted. Couldn't let the beautiful memories of him be taken away from me.

So I'll distance myself for now. Till again, my pen meets the paper.

Inflated Vessels & Bleeding Scriptures.

Al Fatihah Pak Long (We Luved You & We Luv You So Much)

When my father told me that Pak Long was again hospitalized for his Diabetic condition, I thought to myself that this has to be another of his long history of routine checks, ever since he contracted his Diabetes a few years ago or so.

I would pay a visit nevertheless, I thought to myself. I'll see his sly smiles when he cracks a joke about Hafiz's hair or who would marry first, and who would I marry again and again. I thought I'd see those today. But Pak Long was pronounced gone a little after Zohor just now. I was struck by the shattering sound in my heart. A gaping hole burned in between its beat.

I thought this was seemingly too unreal. But when I SMSed Yan and told her what had happened, and when she cried over the phone. I know thats Pak Long's gone, FOREVER from us.

I wouldnt see anymore of his sly jokes and half serious sarcastic tone of his.

Teary Pages & Bleeding Scriptures.

When my father told me that Pak Long was again hospitalized for his Diabetic condition, I thought to myself that this has to be another of his long history of

The Fucketh List II

These past few days have been the most confusing, if not shattering. It's been scary. But I guess that's just one of the ingredient of a cuisine we call Life. So yea, moving on, things are slowly looking up for me. And Everything seems to make Cents again. So with a few dollars that remains, Project My Fucketh List commences..

Here are some of the immediate goals projected for Project Fucketh List. (lol) The rest shall follow, when I feel like updating, yea sue me.

1. Pulau Langkawi (err.. again ?) - But this time around with a bunch or friends, you mofo !
2. Somewhere East Coast M'sia - Non Gay Bachelor party somewhere with Shahnaz and maybe a few fuckers of his caliber. Ha ha..

So whats good ? The drive, the roads, the cigs and the skir- err, the food I mean.

My shoes are buckled. Lets go ! :D

The Fucketh List.

Life shouldn't be treated as a checklist, I read somewhere. Well I see no wrongs in treating it as one especially when you're as unorganized as a 2 year old infant trying to fix his napkins. Err what was that ? Fuck it. So yea I was watching this movie the other day, there was these 2 dudes, both contracted Cancer, a little too late at their dim ages. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, 2 heavyweights reining at their careers.

So basically, they were both admitted to the same hospital, that Jack owns, well pardon my lack of memory span to recall his character's name. To cut the story short, after going through some roughs and thicks and thins, quite together in the same room, they both headed for a trip inspired by Freeman's list of things he's always wanted to do his whole life, the so called Bucket List.

So I figure that I too should have one. Ok nanti sambung. Malas dah datang..

Life shouldn't be treated as a checklist, I read somewhere. Well I see no wrongs in treating it as one especially when you're as

Its a Sun-Day, Yet Its Raining, Fuck Irony.

Its raining outside. Light drops. Gentle, yet seemingly slowing down everything. Even the mind is thinking backwardly, instead of staying in the present, it wanders off the terrain of the Past. My only wish on Sundays such as this, is to be left alone, so that I can recline and retrace all the steps that had been taken, consciously or with its sub counterpart. Neither more or less. But I guess that's just too luxurious.

Its still raining as I type this, and the wails of duty is already knocking the door of my bedroom. Off to Seremban in a bit.

If I continue..