Today, on this date, I’m happy to be “ME”

It’s no longer the same after 8th of this month. I know I need to add (+) one more year to my age. But first of all, how old am I? Why am I kept forgetting my age? Why I need a calculator at all time when I wanted to how old I am? Hmmm, maybe because I have stopped calculating it already.

Eight have dominated my life somehow in every positive ways I would say. Somehow, I could be a destiny child for eight. I felt the number so much in me. Maybe, that’s way I got attracted it so much.

I knew everything and anything happened in my life is happened for a reason. The good, the bad, the hurdles, the hard work, the stress, the frustration, the pain, the lost, the miserable, the loneliness, the abusive, the joy carries its very own reason.

To tell the truth, I didn’t really do anything in my life with a concise thought. I was merely following my heart and what is right at that time.

I don’t really give serious thought to anything in my life except when I’m sad.

I don’t enjoy talking about my personal life and feelings to anyone in my life. I love to keep it to myself. I enjoy loneliness in my own way. I love to do self talk. Today, I realised I have lost myself talk in the process of growing up. I’ll die keeping my life only to myself. None, would really know the real me and I like to keep it that way.

I’m glad for staying grounded. I’m glad; I always know the reality of life. I’m glad, I don’t easily get influenced.

Today, I want to thank the MOTHER of NATURE for moulding me to whom I am today. I’m happy I spent so much time of my life with nature instead of people.

I’m happy to be who I am. I’m glad; I’m born this way.

I know I’m unique in my own way. I know I’m being very truthful to myself. I know I’m very sincere in heart.

I know I’m not someone in this society yet. I know I’m not rich yet. I know I’m not there yet where I’m supposed to be. But, I’m happy to be who I am today.

Today, on this date, I’m happy to be “ME”

Besides my flaws, I’m blessed more than I should.

Happy Belated Birthday #tamaka

tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka

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[#tamakaTravelLog] A day in Kuala Kubu Bahru #Selangor

Date: 1 January 2017 Days: 2 days

This is my second year of lonely short road trip I did on New Year. This time I picked Kuala Kubu Bahru located at outskirt of Selangor. I always fascinated by this small town that carries a lot of unique things on its own.

This calm village style place is famous for its people, food, dam, river, waterfall, water sports and for its greenery. This is definitely a perfect place for a road trip. I wish I would have had a buddy to boost the energy of this road trip.

Yet, I would say I had enjoyed this road trip to the max. I met two strangers whom on their 50’s and followed them to their relative’s house. This was the highlight of the trip where I’m not sure of what I was doing but I had my most memorable moments at this stranger’s house. We stuck here for an hour due to heavy rain. But it was a perfect timing to enjoy the environment.

I hope I can continue my road trip adventure on every New Year.

Here are some of the snaps that I took along this road trip.

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Move On : The Only Option You Have Right Now

I was sincere. In fact, we were both sincere to each other. Yet, how could this happen? And, why “I” triggered this?
Out of nowhere, something happened. Something pulled us apart. We are separated without fighting, without telling each other and without any reason.

We walked our own path. We never looked for each other. (It could be my guilty concise, It could be his ego)  Time flies. Days to months and months to years. I knew we loved each other; seven years passed by just like that. It was first love to both of us.

I heard he is getting married.  I got those news two days before his wedding day. I’m helpless. I felt alone. I can’t do much about it.  I’m happy for him though. He MOVED ON. He made his life decision and he is going for it. I can only send my wishes to him over the sky.

I spent years asking the “why” question to the sad ending story. I couldn’t move without knowing the reason. One day, without knowing I learnt to accept the fact “it’s not meant to be” and I and he wouldn’t have been who we are today if it is not the way it is.

I accepted the fact. I tell myself “you have to MOVE ON; you have no other option”. Then, I MOVED ON.

I MOVED ON that I do not want look back.

I MOVED ON and learnt to bury the memories.

I MOVED ON stopped looking for an answer.

I MOVED ON and stopped thinking.

I MOVED ON left all the sadness.

I MOVED ON leaving my past behind.

I MOVED ON to be myself.

I’m glad I MOVED ON.

P.s. My past on his birthday. “Happy Birthday”- Remembering the written word in the unsent cards

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka 

People Are Insane 

Scenario: While seeking for used chair; I saw this man having fun with a bird. The left leg of the bird tied to tiny yarn. He threw the bird over the sky and pulling the yarn; enjoying the pain of the bird. People are watching it and not bothered at all. I decided to confront him. I walked to his tiny grocery shop.

Me: Why you want to do that?

Him: 😶

Me: Where is the bird (in hindi)

Him: Saya takra faham. (I don’t understand)

Me: Where is the bird?

Him: Hand gesture 👋 (No more)

Me: I saw it just now, you are holding it.

Him: 😶

Me: Release the bird now. I’ll be standing here until you release it.

Him: 😶

Me: NOW. Release it. Have you married?? Do you have kids?

His Friends: He is single.

Me: Get married and have a child. Then, you will know the pain. You are crazy. Your brain is corrupted.

His friends: 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

Him: I’m married with two kids.

Me: Tell him not to do this again. If not, I’ll report him. Your friend is a crazy man.

He cut the yarn and took a snap of the bird. Then, he released the bird over the sky and gestured good bye.

Him: Sorry.

Me: Don’t say that to me. Say that to that poor bird.

I walked away.

He is a bad example of a Bangladeshi.

We should educate people not to find pleasure in someone’s pain.

STOP supporting ‘just kidding’ kind of shows.

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all the Muslimat

Marking the end of Islamic holy month Ramadhan, #EidMubarak @ #HariRayaAidilfitri is being celebrated by all our Muslims friends in #Malaysia.

This year it comes with double celebration since the date fall on weekend @Sunday which still within school holidays.

The #KLCity is seems like empty indicating most of people already “#BalikKampung” return to hometown.

Wishing them a great celebration.

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka

This is More than Gender Discrimination

 

“Oh, it is a woman driver”.

Wait, what does that means?  Why women are stamped as poor driver? How the driving skill associates with gender? Are you saying we do not have worse man driver? How such perception is formulated?

Let’s put aside the gender discrimination. This is more than that. Are you brainless or you do not own one?

One shouldn’t be addressed as incompetence just because she follows the common traffic rules. There is nothing wrong in putting an indicator while changing lane even though the road is clear.

There is nothing wrong in driving slow if she can’t find any reason to add pressure to that poor accelerator. The difference from pressing and not pressing the accelerator is not the skill but the need for it.

The misbehaved on the road linked to their own attitude. This is nothing to do with their gender.

I have seen man rushing for no reason. I have also witnessed man honking to elderly couple for taking their time to cross the road. This is personality. This is an attitude.

Skills are genderless. We have men chef, we have lady pilot. One should be shallow minded to discriminate this based on gender.

#AvoidGenderDiscrimination

#UseBrain

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka

Note: The opinion is purely mine.

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What #5amClub Did to Me?

Image-20170601_225850[1]I know everyone is struggling on this. We tried, tried hard. Somehow it doesn’t work. It’s easy to read than to do. It does require high level of commitment.

Recently, I have been falling asleep to early than usual. I used be an owl that sleeps around 3am. My morning fills with disasters. When I rush, I have tendency to make mistakes. I have well known for being stranded for hours for locking myself inside simply because I forgot the key.

It is a miracle, how I able to hit my bed early and managed to wake up at 4am. This is feeling amazing. Things look different now. This feeling that makes me to think that I have all the time in the world to do my own things before I pack my things to work for someone else.

I am glad; I am walking and not running to get my car. I am glad; I am able to enjoy the freshness of the morning. I am happy; I can play my favourite R&B playlist and have my jamming session. I am feeling fantastic to be able to have these energy boosters.

It is cool that I have plenty of time to dress up and put some make up to pull so called a professional look. To be precise, I have enough time to blend my eye shadows and to perfect the eyeliner and fix the ruined nail colour. Trust me, the imperfection of your eye shadow and/or eye liner is enough to degrade your competency in the eye of social world. I would choose not to wear them rather than to look silly in that way.

I over enjoyed that 15 minutes of chanting, meditation and prayers of spiritual journey that makes my morning extra special.

Importantly, I have time to fill up my tummy so that it does not crack my head exactly at 10am. Trust me, it can drive you crazy.

This is what #5amClub had done to me. It had brightened up my morning. I hope all of you could do the same. What is your secret of motivation to wake up early?

#happymorning

Tatta, (Bubbye)

#tamaka