Of Bangladesh and beauty of a journal.

Long sigh....

After a break from writing and thinking hard ~~and being hard on myself.~~

I had to decide to either :

A.start a new blog because I need to write (yes, i do)

B.continue with this current one

I picked B

After all it's been a while that i have been blogging under this name.I know that my blog can sometimes be weird but I am not really your "traditional - non weird "type of Malay girl.

After my last post that was a little emotional while listening to "chandelier" by Sia.I have done a little bit of soul searching while travelling for work , of course.

and when I was in Bangladesh I had so much that I want to write about , so much to spill from my Malaysia airlines business seats with no one next to me enjoying chicken satay, the desire was so strong to just turn this computer on and let my finger dance on the keyboard BUT instead of doing that I finished some work and ordered loads of water to rehydrate+curb my desire to write.

It doesn't work.

After almost a month this incident happened , and multiple destinations later I have agreed with what the voice in my heart said to me before,

Love is not something you could conceal, and as much as I so many times try to stop writing or loving someone, I can't remove this disgustingly cute warts from my life. (I am typing this while reading on a friend's message of tummy turmoil he have had in the next destination I am about to depart for)

I am running my life with a speed of Usain , spending most of time travelling, too focused on something that i should not even be worried about, that sometimes i forgot that in my front porch lays a beautiful garden of roses that I never kiss it's delicate petals neither inhale the gorgeous scent of perfume.

Please forgive me the almighty ,sometimes I do take you for granted of the life you had given me and seldom sees the beauty the universe you created have in store for me.

My life is good especially with pistachio ganache :)