Wednesday, December 2, 2015

A TRIBUTE TO ALL SINGLE MUMS


Are you a single mum? Or do you have friends who are single mums?

I am not a single mum but I do have friends who are single mums.

But before I write my piece, FIRST things first - let's give a huge round of applause to all our single mums out there!!!

Are you clapping?

You better make sure you are clapping in front of your screen right now. Yeah, I'm forcing' it down your throat whether you like it or not. Hahaha! But really, hear me out yah.

So today I was scrolling through a dead man's FB account. Yes, you read correctly - a DEAD MAN's FB account. So it is practically a dead account. His wife still posts about missing him and pictures of her and her children getting on with life without him but half the time wishing he was still around.

And...my mind just wandered.
Long checkered top from Cotton On
John Lennon shades from Rubi
Unknowingly, I felt a wetness on my face and was shocked when I realised that I had been tearing. I guess, I was overwhelmed when I pictured myself in the shoes of the mother of three who had lost her husband to a terrible sickness. I have a four -year old son and he is showered with so much love from me and his dad. He loves holding our hands and walking in between us when we go out. Sometimes he puts our hands together and rubs his face on our hands - a heartwarming gesture that sends a bolt of smile right to our faces almost immediately when he does it. And the husband and I would look at each other in mutual understanding. As my son grows to be more and more active every day, I must admit, it is a great help to have the husband around to take over spending time with the little one. I do get my me-time whenever my son goes out with his dad or play at home with his dad. I look at them with a fondness and at the back of my mind, it comforts me to know that should I die before them, I know that they have each other and that Father will take care of Son and Son will be around to make Father happy.

But children aside, I strongly feel that the most important thing about having a spouse is for a lifetime of companionship.

Companionship; using each other as sounding boards; best buds; partners in crime. Being with someone and tied to that special someone through marriage is a bond I believe that shouldn't be broken. It must be wonderful to have someone who understands your emotions and deal with them the way you want them to. It must be awesome to have someone love you for who you are and who is always there for you in times of need. Happiness is HAPPINESS when you can share it with someone you know will appreciate it as you do.  Sadness is SADNESS when you can come home from a bad day at work and bury your face in your spouse's chest and cry your heart out and know that you are not going to be chided for ruining his or her shirt.  Being a parent is BEING A PARENT when you have had a tough day with the kids and you know that after lights off, you got that spouse to lay in bed with and snore the night away.

What about LOVE? Nah. Love never lasts. Not between two people who have been together for years. Come on. I don't buy this 'I jump you jump' Titanic crap. The spark of love disappears almost immediately after marriage. It becomes Companionship. It is Companionship that holds partners together. That special bond. That love-hate relationship - all those times when you get mad and frustrated with each other but yet cannot do with each other. It's magical. I stand my ground. No love here. It's companionship. It's the knowing that wherever you go, you got that someone at home, waiting for you in bed and the one you wanna go home to to snuggle in bed with in your no-longer sexy outfit that you had put on to dress to impress in the early days of your relationship. Nah, it doesn't anymore. Taking Love to Companionship is taking the high road. It's going to a whole new level, it's knowing that you have that OTHER HALF you cannot do without. And when companionship is lost, the relationship has hit the rocks and crashed and is washed away by the waves.

What about CHILDREN? Come on. Children come later. Ok...for some...maybe their children came First (if you know what I mean). But still...we're all only human. Nobody is an island. I used to think that I can live alone. But it's bullshit really. We're not made to live in solidarity. We are made to socialise and to depend on others while being independent ourselves...k...if that made any sense at all. Having children is just another chapter in the book of Companionship.  And to share that love for your children with your spouse is much less a weight on your shoulders than when you have to do it alone. Ok, I make having to love one's children sound like a burden here but no - to sound negative is not my intention here.
Think about it...taking your child or children with your spouse versus spending time with your children alone; go for your children's Parent-Teacher-Meeting together with your spouse or go alone; take your children for a stroll in the park with your spouse or go alone, talk about your children's day at school with your spouse OR do it alone, you do the dishes while your spouse does homework with your children versus you doing EVERYTHING ON YOU OWN. Really, stop kidding yourself that you have it all in your hands and you can do EVERYTHING! Disagree with me if you must. I STAND MY GROUND.
You had a tough day with your children and you lay in bed at the end of the day and you have all those emotions stuck in you and you are alone and you call up your best friend forever but she's busy with HER spouse (so much for being a bff) and where does that leave you? No companion. No support pillar. Your children are asleep. They're there. In their room. But you are alone. And you wake up and you know you are going to go through EVERYTHING again - the whole routine all by yourself. You tell yourself you are strong. You can do it. You are ok in the day but you cry at night and wet your pillow with your tears because at night your body and your mind cave in because during the cosiest time of the day, you have to spend it alone. You have no companion. You're LONELY. Then you tell yourself, you wish you had someone to love you...no...it's ok...he or she doesn't have to love you...just stay with you...and hold you close and tell you that everything is going to be OK.

Today, I am writing for the ones who have lost their companions. Today, I am writing for the ones who have little ones to care for under their strong and protective wings. Today, I am writing for the ones who find it in themselves to do EVERYTHING ON THEIR OWN and the irony of it all is that they are silent screamers who are really screaming for help in their hearts despite summoning every bit of strength to cultivate this superhuman ability to live on, to strive on for the sake of their children. Today, I am writing for the ones who are the weaker of the human species...who claim they are ok...but deep down...they really need somebody to love them...somebody to hold them and promise a lifetime of companionship. TODAY, I am writing for all the single mums out there.



Dear single mums, it's been hard on you, crying yourselves to sleep. It's been hard on you, holding jobs and being mums to your children at the same time. It's been hard on you, losing your companions to Death, to divorce, to meaningless and hopeless relationships. It's been hard on you, being lonely and yet you hold yourselves back in search of new happiness, new companionship. You just don't have the guts to do it or you have placed your job as a mum first above everything else. And you just have to prove it to yourselves that you can do it all on your own, when the true fact is, you can't. BUT you do it anyway and miraculously with gusto. It's been hard on you, when you come home from work and your bosses have been shitty to you but you still have to cook dinner, you still have to coach your children in their homework, you still have to do the laundry after they all go to bed, you still have to smile for your children and at the end of the day you vent your tiredness and your frustrations on your pillows and you lay in bed without someone to hug you to sooth your tired muscles and bones. It's been hard on you, when you have given your children so much love and you have so much more love to share but you have nobody to share it with. It's been hard on you when you look at your wedding pictures and all you have left are memories that are hanging right above your head like a baby's mobile toy and they torture you as they rotate in your mind over and over again. It's been hard on you for being so lonely and worse still, for pretending that you're not. AND, if I may add, it's been hard on all the single 'mums' who are really dads too. Yes, this is for you too.

All I want to say to you wonderful beings are, take THE step. Take the step to search for happiness for yourselves. Everyone deserves a lil' bit of love and everyone needs a companion. Don't feel guilty. Don't think you are doing any less for your children if you finally found that special someone. Stop kidding yourselves to death that you are superhuman and you can do it all on your own. If happiness doesn't come to you, you are not doing anything wrong going out in search of it. You have a right to be happy, to be loved, and to love. You have suffered enough. You don't have to suffer anymore. You can look at pictures and photographs and lament over memories faded, over love lost, over companionship long gone. You can. But you can take it a notch higher my dears. You can reach out to make a change for your lives. And let me let you in on a little secret - nobody is going to change your lives for you unless you want to, unless you do it yourselves.

At the same time, I want to affirm you that you ARE super humans and you CAN do everything on your own. You're mums and you're dads to your children at the same time. You have in fact proven what I stand my ground for, WRONG. You put a construction worker who has worked a lifetime in the hot sun to shame because you are doing so much more on your own.  To be honest, I am a nobody to pay tribute to you single mums out there. My words don't carry any weight. I am just a human being, sitting in front of my screen and typing what resides deep within me. But I hope you remember that you are human too and that you don't have to be strong all the time; you DON'T have to have it together all the time. It is ok to be lonely but it is NOT ok to dwell in loneliness and unhappiness for the rest of your lives. And on days when you think that you have failed, take my word for it, your children will think otherwise.

This post is not much my dear single mums. But I hope it is enough to make your day.


'The first ingredient for happiness is to avoid too much lengthy meditation on the past.' - Andre Maurois

Yours truly.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

CONVERSATIONS, HESITATIONS IN MY MIND

Very unnecessary outfit deets but I'm gonna do it anyway...bahahaha!

Jeans - Lucky Jeans (can't get it here, only from the U.S.A)
Cardi - Cotton On
Floral Tee - from New Look
Walkies - Converse
Bag - Gucci
Shades - Charles & Keith
Joe FoxDo you ever feel you've become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's box of all the secret, hateful parts - your arrogance, your spite, your condescension - has sprung open? Someone upsets you and instead of smiling and moving on, you zing them. "Hello, it's Mr Nasty." I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about. 
Kathleen Kelly: No, I know what you mean, and I'm completely jealous! What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said. What should I have said, for example, to a bottom dweller who recently belittled my existence? 
Kathleen Kelly: Nothing. Even now, days later, I can't figure it out. 
Joe Fox: Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you? And then I would never behave badly and you could behave badly all the time, and we'd both be happy. But then, on the other hand, I must warn you that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it, remorse inevitably follows.

- Dialogue from the movie, You've Got Mail

So I decided to start this post with a dialogue adapted from my all-time favourite romantic comedy, You've Got Mail. This movie was way back in bloody 1998 and I still watch it on my DVD player almost monthly! Crazy bitch. Hahahaha! But I love it! I love everything about the movie - from the storyline, to the witty dialogue, to the setting of the movie, to Meg Ryan's oh-so-innocent character that I hate her for it. I have always wished to own a nice lil' bookstore like the one in the movie - with teak wood furnishings filled with tonnes and tonnes of children's books. Ahhh...the dream!

And for those of you who had listened to music from the 90's - the period when we had icky boy bands and girl bands messing up our minds with their lame music and shoving their lyrics of hopeless love up our nostrils so you breathed boy and girl band. Ok...I admit, I listened to some of them and just last night, while doing my crunches, I had All Saints' - Never Ever plugged into my ears. Hence, the title of this post. 

Put two and two together, the title and the dialogue of this post, if you have not managed to guess what my post is about by now then...WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST TWO MINUTES IDIOT??!!!

You know sometimes, people can really be a pain-in-the-ass to you. Let's call these people Asshole for now. Right? And they start stalking shit about you, coin' shit to you and you wished you had said or done something to give it back to them, right at their faces. But I often get myself stuck in a situation where my tongue is tied and my left brain tells me to play it cool...and like Sandra Bullock in The Blind Side chanted 'Sticks and stones...sticks and stones'. And then when the entire situation is over, I lie in bed at night, tossing and turning, playing the entire episode in my head again but this time, ok...I'm gonna go Ally Mcbeal on this - I'd be screaming back shit at my attacker, grabbing Asshole by the neck and shoving all kinds of vulgarities and shovin' your-mama-is-so-fat insults down his or her throat. Yeh...'conversations' in my mind bro. That's what I'm talking' about. Give it right back to Asshole...in my mind. Ohhhh...the satisfaction. Then, I go to bed...wake up the next morning...get on with life...and quite possibly replay how I would zing Asshole again in my mind for the neXt few nights. Then that's it, nobody gets hurt.

Owl Tee - Cotton On
Jeans - Lucky Jeans
Kaki Outer Shirt - H&M
Shades - Charles & Keith
Walkies - Rubi
But I have had moments when I allowed my tongue to lash out and my temper to get the better of me. And then I say or do things I regret almost immediately. I chide myself for that! I am sure others don't feel bad after they do shit to people...then why do I have to feel so bad??? WHY??? Why can't I just zing it and then feel awesome about it after that? WHY??!!! 

Song playing in my head now...

'Flexin' vocabulary runs right through me, the alphabets run right from A to Z. Conversations hesitations in my mind, you got my conscience askin' questions that I can't find. I'm not crazy. I'm sure I ain't nothin' wrong. No. I'm just waiting. 'Cos I'm sure that this feeling won't last that long.' - All Saints, Never Ever

M.U.M.M.Y.J.A.S
I could make a list of people who fall in the Asshole-category in my life. It would be a very long list. And don't be surprise if you should spot your name in it! Hahahahaha! Oh man, you must so hate me right now yeh? HAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, chill CHILL! Just recently, I have had one of these dam assholes writin' crap about me...WRITING! She wrote! Yeh...it's a SHE...beware...BITCH MODE ON! When I found out, my mind immediately went into &*^%$#@ mode and so picture me...yes...ME...lashing all kinds of vulgarities at her and on top of that, I directed how I would make my black-belt karate moves on her...sadly...IN MY MIND. Yup...in my mind again because left brain had decided that thou shalt not confront Asshole but take a step back, breathe and let it go. And for your information, I hate the song Let It Go. Each time a kid belts it and I happen to be within earshot, I feel like squashing the irritating munchkin into a pancake. 

Ok...back to my story. Are you still with me?

Sad to say, I smiled when my friend read out what was written about me for all to see. I accepted it graciously, on the surface that is. I'm not gonna repeat what was really going on in my head. Yeh, so I am beginning to think that my left brain overpowers my right brain a lot. It's constantly holding me back and telling me to think before I act. And so I guess Assholes are generally powered by their right brains and I DO envy them. I have always been told that I should be patient  that I will be duly rewarded for my patience. Yes yes...that is all fine and dandy. But I also want to say that being patient and doing the right thing is the ideal. And the ideal? It's not always easy to achieve. We're only human...the stupidest and weakest and most complicated species on the planet. We are PATHETIC. Now picture a monkey laughing at you in your face at this time. It is not always easy to DO THE RIGHT THING!!!! So flip the page and it'll scream right at you that the ones who always manage to achieve the IDEAL are the ones who have achieved 'sainthood'. How many of such people are there? Yeh, countable. 


So, I got a message for you people on my A-list...if there is such a thingas The Purge here, you better run baby. 'Cos I ain't gonna play it all in my mind no more. I'm comin' for you and I'll be sure to tick you off my list once I am done with you. 

HAVE A GOOD ONE Y'ALL and please...keep it real k!




















Tuesday, November 10, 2015

I WANNA QUIT MY 'FULL-TIME' JOB

Admit it. You decided to read this post because its title dug right through your curiosity-vein and you couldn't help it. You never used to read my blogposts because they weren't interesting enough for you. But this time, it's screaming' in your head, 'SHE'S GONNA QUIT HER JOB!' and you wanna know if I am for real this time.

GOTCHAAAAA!!!

Don't be embarrassed. Tell yourself, you are ONLY human.

First, let me start by sharing with you what my FULL-TIME job is. I work 24 hours round the clock. No I don't work at Mustafa Shopping Centre. I don't work at 7 Eleven either. Lame. I know. But hey...you're still reading my post! Ah hah! Gotcha again!

Ok...back to the real thing.  I am a Mum of a 4-year old, a wife to an awesome other half, a daughter to two pretty challenging old folks and an elder sister to a sister who is still swinging' single and enjoying life. Oh...yes...I almost forgot. I work too. So...now...YOU tell me...do I work 24 hours round the clock? Hell yeah! And sometimes, I don't remember to catch my breath because 24 hours take everything out of me.

M . U . M . M . Y . J . A . S


There never is a moment's rest. If I do appear to sit and do nothing, my brain's doing all the work. I will be thinking about what to cook for the family for the weekend; how am I going to carry out the next assignment given to me at work; the serious conversation I need to have with my son after I get up; bills; money; car; house; my canon printer that has already conked out on me and when can I get it repaired so that I can continue with my scrapbooking again and the list goes ON AND ON AND ON!!! It never ends, my body never rests.

I go to work and where there is a lot of effort put in for well-being of staff, let's be honest now - where there are communities of individuals infested with their own responsibilities and targets to meet, what well-being is there? It's a dog-eat-dog world out there bro! The strong conquers the weak; evil manipulates; the ambitious look down on the non-ambitious; I say we are friends but when it comes to work, you are in your turf and I am in mine. RIGHT? Oh come on, you know I am right. They always try to coat the maggot-infested cake with sugar icing but at the end of the day, you go home with the maggots in your mouth.

Ok, at this point, some of you wanna click on the 'close window' icon because you totally disagree with me. BUT you decide to hide the window instead because you wanna come back and finish reading what you started. You wanna know what I have to say. Again, don't reproach yourself. Chant to yourself ' i-am-only-human-i-am-only-human-i-am-only-human'. I am sneering right now at you. Kekekekekeke!

I do.

I wanna quit. I wanna quit my 24-hour job. I wanna sit and do nothing. No. I don't even wanna sit. I wanna do NOTHING. I don't even wanna do anything for myself. I JUST WANNA DO NOTHING.

Sad to say, this thought never lasts and therefore will never manifest unless I die.

Oh.

That's not true. I'd be a fool to think that I will get to do nothing after I die. But, I shall not dwell into that right now. Maybe later.

For now, I can't quit. Because then the 'Albert' in my brain will reign over 'Rex' and sense and sensibility will start to kick in and then I will shake it off and resume my 24-hour job. You must be wondering who the hell is Albert and Rex. Google Andrew Fuller and you'll find out. But really, you don't have to know who they are. That's not important.

I can't quit because I know that at the end of the day, I have a purpose in what I do.
I have a family.

And if ever someone says to me in my face 'SO JUST QUIT AND BE DONE WITH IT!' I am gonna scream right back at 'yer 'I CAN'T BECAUSE MY FAMILY NEEDS ME!'








































But the truth is...I need them.  I feed on their love and their comfort they provide. I feed on their laughter, their irritating habits, their nonsense, their unconditional love, their endless presence, their sacrifices. Yes. I feed on them. I hate it sometimes but I love it most times.

I work in a maggot-infested world. But when I come home, I leave the maggots out the door and I bask in family-love and comfort. I know that for everything I do for my family, it's worth my every breath and my every drop of energy. I know that while my body never stops screaming for rest, my soul is strong spirited for the people I love and for the people who love me.

I will.

I will quit.

I WILL quit my job one day - which is really only part of my 'full-time' job. Maybe I will quit tomorrow. Maybe next week or next month. Who knows? When I do, you'll be the first I'll tell and I'll never disappoint you again like I have disappointed you now. Heheh.

But I will never quit being a mum, a wife, a daughter, a sister and for as long as I get to live... a servant of God. Where I begin to stray and forget, I pray I come back to my senses and remember that God has given me a purpose to my life and I have to work it.

That's all there is to this post.

Have a good life!

And ... Peace Be Upon You

Cardi from Cotton On
Sleevless collared shirt with cat-prints from H&M
Jeans from Gap
Bag from Marc Jacobs


















PHOTO CREDIT TO: MOKHSIN MOEHTAR 
EMAIL: moksi77@hotmail.com






Saturday, August 29, 2015

IT'S A SAD WORLD AFTER ALL

It's a sad world after all.

I once heard Mufti Ismail Menk say, 'Young people always say YOLO. You Only Live Once. How wrong they are because the truth is You Only Die Once...YODO.' I can't say what he said doesn't resonate with me because lately, I have been receiving news of friends passing away or friends separating from their partners, friends moving away for good etc. etc. etc. And I look at my life and ask myself, when will MY time come? When will I face the ONE test that will completely change the way I look at life and once and for all devote myself to working hard to gain the pleasure of my Lord so that when I lay on my death bed, I will be eager to leave this world behind and return to where I truly belong? Truth is, I don't know. None of us do. And as long as we don't, we take life for granted, we take God for granted and we forget, we ALWAYS forget the promises and covenants we so readily make to God when we cry to Him only in times of need. Then when the tough times are over, we are back to giving our hearts to this world. 

A learned man told me, 'Give your everything to this world but save your heart for the hereafter.' Deep and wise. It really is a take it or leave it advice. 

I spend three quarters of my life planning for a perfect life here. I spend my days working so hard to earn my keep. I spend my days stressed and deceiving myself into thinking that if I do well at work, I will be happy and the satisfaction is sufficient. I spend my days planning for the best for my child, my family. I spend my days wondering what to wear today and what to wear tomorrow. I spend my days thinking and planning for a lot of things that I know, deep down, if I do without, it is okay. Yet, I put myself through this and forget the one purpose of life...and that is to live for the next life. 




I fear for the future of my son. I wish 'stairway to heaven' was literally true. I would pack my bags and climb those steps and take him there in a heartbeat. But that's not the way the world works right? As I mature in years, I become more deep in thought as I cringe and gag at news of men raping babies, mothers throwing away their newborns, children humiliating and abusing their parents, human beings becoming worst than animals as they excrete in public or beat one another up on the roads, people dying from freak accidents and genocides. 

We have become so inhumane that God has to literally show us the ugliness of this world behind that smoke screen we hide, to remind us that we are but travellers only of this planet and time. WE ask for it. From the time Hawa took that bite of the forbidden fruit, we were doomed all lifetimes on this earth. Be angry at God all you want. Run and hide to the farthest end of this world. You have to wake up someday and realise, you have been angry for all the wrong reasons and you can run but you cannot hide. Death is a step away from every single soul and it will come. And when it comes, it will be too late to realise how stupidly and ignorant and wasteful you have lived your life.

Every day, it becomes clearer and clearer to me that this world was beautiful to begin with but we made it sad. It is deteriorating before our very eyes. People are embarrassing themselves more in public and living like animals. While we delude ourselves into thinking that this world is beautiful with beautiful people...the clock is ticking. I smell the flowers. I really do. But beneath it all, the earth is waiting for our return. 

It's a sad world after all. 


Photograph by Mokhsin Moehtar
Email: moski77@hotmail.com

Saturday, August 22, 2015

UNIQUELY ME

Top Deet
Checkered cotton top - Cotton On

Did you guys think that I was going to let my very uninteresting and unconventional personal style blog die off just like that? Heheheheh...well to be honest, I really thought it was going to die a natural death. But today, I decided that I was not going to let that happen! Today I decided that I was going to  continue to share my love for simple and comfy clothing and levitating pictures. Ready?

If you follow me on Instagram, you would by now get the notion that I love all things eye-candy. Yet you would not have seen any photographs of me in long beautiful dresses or anything trendy for that matter. I stick to my pants and simple tops as I have discovered that they get me places anyway. Right now, I am a HUGE LOVER of Cotton On stuff. I dig their comfy shirts in large sizes and I have ALL the colours of their checkered tops and not to mention their basic inner tops that every girl must have! Every now and then when I am out, I find myself patronising Cotton On and I always end up with something to take home...and quite often, end up with a huge hole in my pocket!


Bottom Deet
Soft Jeans - Bershka
Seasoned white slip-on shoes - BATA

You won't be seeing much of my face or not seeing my face at all in this post because I was all about levitating today and I'd like to draw your attention to that. I love posing crazy for the camera and so levitating is my current 'crazy'. You most probably won't be seeing me pose in girly-full-length pictures, exclusively sharing with you outfit deets because let's face it, I am no personal-style-blogger material otherwise I would have been updating my blog pretty regularly to keep my audience. Since I am always clad in cotton shirts and pants or jeans, my self-acclaimed 'personal style' blog might just bore you in every bloody post. I am sure it already has!

Today, the husband and I took Lil' Muhammad to River Safari and Singapore Zoo. It was a day filled with a lot of walking and sweating in the sun so you can hardly expect me to be in a long sequinned dress and high-heeled shoes RIGHT.  In fact, you can hardly expect me to be in that outfit I just described any other day, from head-to-toe, because it just isn't me. So the outfit you see me in in these pictures is kind of my usual throw-on whenever I am out on a non-working day. Ok, see where I am going with this? I can hardly sustain a 'personal-style' blog if every single style in every post is similar. And I am simply too lazy to dress up and go out and pose just for sharing outfit deets purposes. I need to find more meaning when I stand before the camera. Ok, not that profound. I simple want to do something more fun instead of directing my husband to take my pictures at angles so that the brand on my shoes can be seen or my hijab would look more fab from the left and other what-nots.

On the hindsight I would like to take this from a different point of view and see it as me being Pte Ltd...which simply means being uniquely me. Heheh...

"Where's Mum going?" 

Whattabout that zebra-crossing?

I'm goin' for the dive son, bags and all.

All the action is THAT way son!



I hope you dig these levitating pics because I sure had fun creating them today. I look forward to doing more crazy stuff and sharing them with you. My blog might just undergo a transition of genré in time to come so continue stay tuned if you have been staying tuned. For now, Astala Vista baby!!!

PHOTOGRAPHY CREDITS TO MY HUSBAND, MOKHSIN MOEHTAR
EMAIL: moski77@hotmail.com
















Saturday, January 10, 2015

KEEP CALM AND GET OVER IT


The tagline on my pullover says it all for me to be mentally prepared for 2015. Yes, I am a sucker for putting on tops with huge taglines that shout in your face. This pullover is just one of them. On the contrary to what it says on my black top, I always feel that the past in every individual's life plays an important roll in one's growth and development. It is impossible to completely forget one's past and move on. Rather, for me, my past consistently haunts me. Sounds negative? Not really. It is my past that guides me to make choices for my future and Alhamdulillah, I have been guided by The Almighty to have made many choices that have positively contributed to my mindset and my goals in life. 

Lil' Muhammad's Outfit
SNOOPY TEE FROM UNIQLO KIDS
SOFT JEANS FROM GAP
MICKEY MOUSE SOFT SHOES FROM KIDDY PALACE
FIREMAN HELMET FROM TOYS 'R' US


2014 was a hectic year for me. I was mentally exhausted from work and one could not count the number of times I had contemplated to quit my job and be a stay-at-home mum. But like many, I have responsibilities and quitting cannot be an option, not any time soon at least. I still have passion in my job but the flame is slowing burning out. 
So what do I do then? 
'So quit!' said Nigel in The Devil Wears Prada. 
Nah...


 I made a choice before the clock struck 12 a.m. to 2015 and the verse from 
Bob Dylan's 'Let Me Die In My Footsteps' 
played over and over again in my head like a broken record - 

'I will not go down under the ground 
'cause somebody tells me that death's comin' round 
and I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground'

GET OVER IT GIRL! 
Yeh!
I made that choice to get over the bumps and bends in 2014 and face 2015 with a new-found strength. But before I could do that, I knew I had to let go of the negativity and keep only the positives that I could possibly squeeze out from my challenges I had gone through.
InsyaAllah, I was not going to 'carry myself down to die' because 'when I go to my grave my head will be high',


This outfit is truly symbolic for the 2015 Me. The 'loud' tagline on my pullover I have explicitly shared with you. The stretch pants that spells the ability to be flexible, to think out of the box, to accept new challenges that come my way. The floral sneakers - comfort shoes that will take me to new horizons InsyaAllah but yet keep me grounded all the time so that I will remember that I am God's humble servant - that no matter where I aim to climb, at the end of the day, I submit to His Greatness and surrender to the decisions He Makes for me. 
Black, a dull colour to many but a strong one for me. It symbolizes the dark me. I am cheerful and bubbly many have told me. But only God knows the secrets that dwell beneath my skin. Yet the crimson red scarf adds a touch of colour to that darkness and spells my vibrant love for life, for nature for God's works. 


2014 and the years that have past will stay with me. But InsyaAllah, the experiences, the learning journeys and the cuts and bruises I have incurred along the way will make me stronger. 
So...yes...KEEP CALM AND GET OVER IT.
After all...


...'it is only in the darkest nights that stars shine more brightly' - Ali ibn Ali Talib (AS)

MY OUTFIT DEETS
KEEP CALM AND GET OVER IT PULLOVER FROM H&M
BLACK STRETCH PANTS FROM GAP
FLORAL ON BLACK SNEAKERS FROM H&M
GRAVIS SKATEBOARD BACKPACK FROM WOODEN BOARDS(SUNTEC CITY)


PHOTOGRAPHY CREDITS TO MY HUSBAND, MOKHSIN MOEHTAR

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

FROM MY SISTER'S WARDROBE



What happens when I wake up one day, rummage through my wardrobe, and discover I have nothing decent to throw on? To my sister's wardrobe I go!!! And I always manage to find awesome pieces to wear because we share a similar taste in clothes. 

Our common pieces are usually jackets, blazers or cardigans thrown over loose tees. In these photos, I had on one of the cutest tees my sister has - coned ice cream all over! And the jacket I had on? Lovely cut and pattern! It was unfortunate that I could not get a good picture of my jacket from the back because it was black against my dark background. 


My scarf looks crumpled in the photo above and that's because I didn't iron it. But then again, I don't iron my scarfs. Bahahahah! That's how lazy I am and I'm cool with it. Hee!


JACKET FROM THE GOOD DEPT (JAKARTA)
CONED ICE CREAM LOOSE TEE FROM H&M
STRETCH DARK BLUE PANTS FROM GAP
OWL BAG FROM SINGSALE.SG
SCHOOL SHOES FROM BATA
And if you think school shoes are only meant to be worn to school, you are so wrong! I had my school shoes on from Bata and I love them to bits. Of course they are not in perfect white anymore just because I have worn them so many times and I am not exactly careful with my white items all the time. Oh my, I am revealing more and more of my lazy-I-don't-care attitude. Haha!

GOLD STAR BANGLES AND RING FROM LOVISA

So I had been harping on getting a Burton backpack from The Bag Creature for weeks and the husband took me there to get it. Like a kid in a candy store (as a friend of mine so aptly put it), I enjoyed my eye-candy moment. The bag I wanted was not available in the store and turned out that it was a good thing because the husband pointed out that the material for the Gravis bags was better than the Burton series I was eyeing.

OK! 'Nuff said! I bought a Gravis! WOOHOO!!!

GRAVIS METRO 2 XL in FOSSIL






THE BAG CREATURE is located at SUNTEC CITY










PHOTOGRAPHY CREDITS TO MY HUSBAND, MOKHSIN MOEHTAR
AND SPECIAL THANKS TO MY SISTER FOR ALWAYS ALLOWING ME TO CRASH HER WARDROBE! MUCH LOVE!