Thursday, April 26, 2012

Riang Riang Cicada

Picture of an adult cicada courtesy of Ecotourism Society of Himachal Pradesh
It was the most frightening thing. The invasion of a cicada. Oh no!!! I am so frightened by it.

I knew it the moment I heard the first annoying buzzing sound and the constant flipping of wings over closed glass. Sounds like a really big tough cicada to me. But I was like who cares. You can't come in.

I thought my windows were neatly closed but NO! It scared me out to see, a single very tough-ancient-looking-cicada victoriously flew into my living room. Banging its head to the ceiling as if trying to attack. Oh yes I got scared now. I ran into my bedroom but couldn't let my self leave the creature be. I need to scare it out of my space.

I took a towel to cover my body. Of course, its necessary. I have to. Everyone who has lived in a jungle for 2 months and more will know what cicadas are capable of doing. This cicada was like a giant. Black brown and it's huge. Body length of almost 3 inches. If it banged your body, you will feel the pain like someone poked you with a stick real quick. I had it many times when I was in Mulu. 2 months living in the deep jungle of Borneo. A serene life indeed and a life I will always miss. Love every moment of it.

In Mulu, cicadas have its season. During the season, you'll see them everywhere invading your living space, on your porch, your veranda, on trees and everywhere. It was the most annoying experience. They sang to you the ancient song as if they were singing their last song to die or to mate, I don't know. They banged into you in every direction till you scream as loud as their noises. Every night was like a battle. We used umbrella to cover ourselves from colliding with cicada and we never opened our windows in the evening. Very troublesome creatures. If one stuck inside any room, you will not have a goodnight sleep for sure :)

Song of a cicada, from a distance, they sing in unison, it was sometimes soothing to the ears. But singing alone, as if screaming in a closed room can really drive you crazy. I tell you truly.

Surprisingly, cicadas have a longer lifespan compared to other species, in lay man term, bugs species. Some can reach a lifespan of 17 years. They do not bite nor eat other insects. They are herbivore. Young cicadas looked like some kind of unattractive earth bug living underground by suckling liquid from plant roots. I think I have found it at one particular instance of my life. Young cicadas without wings, live underground for a few years before they shoved out of the earth and stick themselves on plants to shed their skin to become a mature cicada. And nobody knows why a cicada appeared one moment and disappeared the next time only to come back next year at almost the same period of time. The wonder of nature. Love the mystery :)
Back to my cicada story, finally it got itself settled near my front door. I opened the door. I used a broom to encourage it to fly again so that I could sweep it out of the room. Finally it fell down on the floor, I managed to do just what I intended to do. Bye bye...

Oh yeah, in Malaysia, we called cicada, 'riang riang'. It means, a plural of happy happy or jolly jolly or joy joy feeling. Lol!

Now I feel much better and at peace. Continue with American Idol 11. Good night all :)

Monday, April 23, 2012

Life is full of surprises

I googled this photo and this the closest
to the little girl who smiled at me.  
Life is full of surprises. I had a pretty bad day earlier in the morning.

During my lunchtime, I went home to pick up something I left for my work. On my way to the lift, there was this Indian child with her mother. I walked beside them I wanted to go to my apartment as soon as possible to beat the time. While waiting for the lift, the child looked up at me with curiosity written all over her face. I wondered what she was thinking. She showed so much interest and fascination. She didn't bother to look away when I looked back at her. Then she did the most unexpected thing; she waved her little palm at me as if saying hi. She was smiling brightly like a little sunshine brightened up my day.

I couldn't help but smiled back. Then the lift door opened, we all went inside. Surprisingly they were going to the same floor. And that little girl was still looking at me. I tried to avoid making an eye contact. But it's very hard in the small lift. So I smiled at her again. She did another amazing thing. She came towards me, grabbed my hand as if pulling me towards her. I was a bit taken by her surprising act. I hold her hand softly then I said hi... how are you babe? The little girl could not be more than 2 years old. She was looking so adorable with her brimming smile. She waved at me again, and she said hi back. The mother was getting embarrassed, she pulled her away from me with an apology. But it was okay. The lift door opened and they went out first to the end of the opposite corridor from my apartment. That was it.

I said to myself... God wants me to know that I am loved no matter what, it's going to be okay. I said my thanks. Thank you God. I noted that.

Then on my way back to the office, another amazing thing happened. I was lost in my thoughts. I heard someone honking, so I looked to my side. A driver in a SUV with a passenger was showing his thumb up to me. As if saying, 'Is everything ok, Miss? I was spontaneously showed my thumb-up back to him, as if saying 'I am good, no worries'. The driver honked me again before overtaking. Smiling together with the passenger at the side. God knows what they were thinking.

Okay, God wants me to know that I am not alone no matter what, someone will always care for me. I see God's grace through perfect strangers. God sent me the message. What a blessing. I said my thanks to Allah. Thank you for showing me all the signs.

What a day. I will never forget the event before I met the little girl. One thing I know for sure is that I am going to be okay :)

Friday, April 20, 2012

Hunger Hurts

Something came to me today, a realisation that simple things of gratitude heals your soul in many ways. I came to realise today that not everyone in this world is fortunate to live like me. When I listed down all my gratitudes, I realised, how endless it was. In comparison with other less fortunate people of the world, I feel ashamed of myself. We constantly asked for more thinking we never had enough. This time, I wanted to immediately share my thoughts here, before this feelings left me.

Lately I tend to eat a lot. More than I should. My hectic schedule makes me hungry often than not. Sometimes, I ate in my car rushing to the office. By the time I reached my destination, it's work work work, almost non-stop. My friends from time to time reminded me of my time management and my weight. I need to make time for other stuffs in life such as proper exercise and quality time with family. I know... I know... 

It's TGIF today. The lunch break is longer than usual. So I went to see my sisters at their respective working place. I asked my little sister, let's go for lunch. She was having an oatmeal drink. She said, she's on diet. I said; 'What died? Let's go eat'. She hesitated for awhile then said, 'No lah I am dieting on my pocket'. I realised my adorable little sister was talking about money. My heart immediately touched. I said, put down that nonsense drink. Let's have proper lunch. She jumped immediately and off we went lunching together. 

Friday is always my most favourite day because of its long lunch break. I get to see all my sisters. We will have lunch together most of the times and catch up with one another. My tight schedule and various interest in life makes it hard for me to spend time with my own family even on weekends. Ever since my Mom passed away, I hardly go back home. It's just too uncomfortable and sad still. I prefer to not be reminded of the pain.

Back to the eat thingy, I realised that not everyone has enough money to eat all the time. Even a-well-to-do people are short sometimes that they had to limit themselves to certain things in life. But worst to the not-well-to-do people of the world. The impoverished people of the world like in Africa. It makes me sad to think about my sister skipping her lunch to save money. It's even worst to think about African children who looked like living skeleton not eating for many days. I almost feel like crying having these visual in my head. 

I wanted to post some of the pictures that shows these impoverished children of the world. How it hurts to not being able to eat regularly. It hurts just to see. How it hurts to experience such thing called hunger. I will pray and do my best to contribute towards a hunger free world. I hope all my readers out there, please reach out to your neighbours, see if they have enough, help if they are not. Lend your hand to the needy, search in the web of any organisations that you could lend a hand or material to help to ease their burden.

Never waste your food unnecessarily. It's a sin! Remember those who have nothing to eat. The amount of food that we wasted can feed the poor. So eat less. Save the money to give to the poor. 

Just my thoughts and advice to myself. HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!


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