We Do What We Do

This is the best way to describe my field, because most people, even my family, thought it's all about cooking. We're not chefs, we're food technologists. 

Have a great time. I love you. ^^

P.S: Ramesh Kumar, whoever and wherever you are, the infographic is so cool, thank you for making it. 

The Lucky Ones

Love Like French

Tu me manques. Phonetically it'd be something like “too muh mahnk”.

It's the French way of saying “I miss you.”

But literally it could be translated to "you are missing from me.”

I've been told that the French-speaking people don't use this sentence or expression as casually as English-speaking people do. Well I'm not surprised.

If you feel that a part of you is physically missing, as in someone used to fill that space and now they're gone, it wouldn't be something you casually say like “missed you at lunch today.”

Anyway, I love that. 

You're missing from me. You're a part of me, essential to my being. You're like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I can't function without you. Okay that's too much. I don't mean to be so touchy-feely tonight. :p

Je t'aime. ^__^

Sentiments of Insecurity

I feel safe here. 

I feel safe in all our insecurity. 

I’m wrapped inside them. 

I hope that’s okay. 

All our fears and complications, they like each other. 

They fit perfectly into each other’s molds. 

And it feels lovely to have something slip into place without having to think. 

Our troubles, the loves that thrive for understanding. 

They’re hurt, torn and covered in unseen bruisers. 

There's so much they need to say..so let’s sit down and let them talk. 

Let’s give them a day or two to feel safe. 

Let’s allow them time to feel safe in each other’s insecurities. 

Would you like that?

I'm really afraid. 

These indescribably perfect events, they don’t happen to me. 

I’m scared my insecurities won’t let you in. 

I'm scared they will scare you. 

Beyond everything, above everything, 

I'm terrified you might run away. 

Please don’t run away without me because you’re perfect to me. 

In every sense of the word, I’m going to hold on tight.

You and I. Yours and mine. 

Let's stay and be insecure together.

P.S: This has nothing to do with me or anyone. It's just nonchalantly written. I love you. :)

My Sacrifice

Today marks the Hari Raya Aidiladha. I've decided to make more of an effort to understand, convey and apply the deeper meaning of Aidiladha. It's celebrated in remembrance of prophet Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice his son, prophet Ismail to God. As a tribute, Muslims sacrifice a domestic animal.

Honestly, I know that most of us don’t go much deeper than this, we think about only our selfishness and comfort. When's the last time you truly sacrifice of anything which was truly precious to us in term of someone else's welfare? I haven’t done it for a long time. I couldn't even remember the last time I did it. I remember the charitable work and the things I did but I've never had to make any personal sacrifice in order to do those things.

As a tribute to Abraham’s sacrifices this Aidiladha, I'll try to make an effort to be charitable in a way. I ain't a perfect person and never could be. But sometime in life, you have to realize that you can be a better person but only if you try, right? Well, my Aidiladha always have been like an ordinary one, with family by my side. :)

Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha, everyone. ^^

O Allah, make me better than what they think of me, and forgive me for what they do not know about me, and do not take me to account for what they say about me.