My Bright Lights

My Bright Lights

An Indian family dressed in shades of red, yellow, green, blue. Bursts of brilliant colour amidst the dull grey sheen of rain outside.

An impossibly adorable baby boy sitting quietly next to me on his mother's lap, excitedly patting my handbag, luggage and wrist.

The smile on my significant other's face when he spots me across a crowded room.

These are the bright lights of my day.

I hope you all have had yours today. :)

The Oldest of Ghosts

The Oldest of Ghosts

He is the oldest of ghosts
Knows no time, knows no grief
Knows not the peace of half-light
Nor the glow between sleep and waking hours.

((Time is a ponderous jest
Under which I cup my tears.))

Antiquarian aches mire their shapes
In crevices, in dark fissures
In no ways he may reach
On the frigid moors he haunts.

((Here then is an elsewhere
Where my weight bears fruits of ice.))

And if you chance upon his grey immortal eyes
You will see the shorn beds sorrow lies you in
And if by chance he speaks his woes
You will know the black manes of old
That judgment entangles you in.

He will tell you all and still you will know
nothing.

((These are my constant ways and means
In a life I do not live.))

Saints & Sinners

Saints & Sinners

You were my brokedown Cinderella
You were the cherub that I staked too hard
Too late, too late to cleanse my ways
Now you're just a sketch within my mind
That draws another time and place
Times we can only recall in dreams

Why do we always run backwards into the fire
when heaven is just a breath away.

Presenting 45 Degrees of Hot Genius

45 Degrees of Hot Genius

What do you do when you don't get what you desire? Opt for second best, of course. And L Lawliet is the best damn second best that a girl can opt for. Am planning to create an L-centric layout of my own in the future, but considering my current love-hate relationship with HTML, it will be a while in the making.

Significant Other does not like L. Must make sure he does not see this. *sweatdrops*

In other world-breaking news, since I cannot for the life of my dimwittedness figure out how to add a comment box using the HTML provided (at least not until I ask Mady), I have temporarily added a tagboard in my quest for feedback. A poor second best, but I don't want to delve into all that again.

To all L fans: Yes, we would have liked him to live longer, too.

R.I.P. TeeVee

It's funny how A can drop to Z in the course of one week.

Owing to Blogspot's impossible template system, I had difficulties adding a comment box to TeeVee's layout. Basically, the ultimatum was: either switch from classic template to the new template to add a comment box compatible with the html - but lose TeeVee - or be loyal to classic template but have no feedback for my posts.

I chose to sacrifice TeeVee. ;(

This is my new temporary layout. As a writer and lover of literature, I am well aware of how substance should triumph over style at all times. But the things you have to sacrifice in order to get there pain you. I dreamed of putting TeeVee up for months. Takde rezeki.

I am Z.

TeeVee's First Test Drive

Yay! After much stumbling over the past few weeks over my abysmal knowledge of HTML, I finally managed to get the new layout up on this little blog. Thank you, Mady, Fairuz and Hancur (whose other skins you can see by clicking the link under the "Muses" segment).

Current mood? Word is "goooood", ladies and gentlemen. ^_^

My To-Finish-Reading List

Okay, so that wasn't the most original post title ever. But, as is the traditional relationship between my body and the first few days of Ramadhan, the weakness saps me of my creativity.

Things To Finish Reading Before This Semester Ends:
1. Quran (before Raya)
2. The remaining Watchmen issues
3. Horseradish by Lemony Snickett
4.The Long White Cloud - Gallipolli by Buket Uzuner

Ambitious much?

Tick-tock, Tick-frickin'-tock

"By labor we can find food and water, but all of our labor will not find for us another hour." - Kenneth Patton

"Time drops down an unseen thread
Generated from a baby's first breath
It dissipates too quickly into a hole
We don't quite know how to
get into."
- "The White Rabbit", yours truly

As far as concepts go, who can really explain what time is? People in different pockets of time who would never have the chance to meet share the same questions: is time eternal? Do the past, present and future each have their own pockets of history and destinies, or do they occur simultaneously? How can we keep up with its endless-yet-moves-too-quickly paradox?

For me, time is just another example of how it is the intangible that has the most power over us. You see time passing in the form of day and night, the spin of the earth on its axis, the changing of seasons. Time - like prayers, art, seasons, the universe, Love - is a gift.

It's funny, though, how time is so there - time is and has always been so present in our lives that we never really think about what it means, only how to use it.

God blesses us in so many ways to think, but we just use, use, use.