For I Am Mother

When this world makes you feel so alone,
Take solace in knowing that I will always be here for you

And if one day I am gone and the flowers wilt, and the leaves fall
to eventual decay.

Just remember that the tears that I have spilt,
will be like the shower on a sunny day

For I am mother and I can never love you less

The Departed

In the darkness of the night I sit alone, wondering if I will ever be able to sleep. Thanks to Chef Diva for the mug of coffee, coffee never ever has any effect on me before, but, well now that I am past half a century of my life, everything has an effect one way or the other. What could be worse when the snoring of my man is made louder by the silence of the night.

Tonight alone I watch a movie called “The Departed” it is more than two hour long movie, weird as it may sound I was so engrossed in the movie that I managed to stay up till the end, and still up doing this entry now.

What makes the movie more interesting was the unpredictable storyline that kept me guessing, and the total message that was to be gained by me and all the viewers who may have seen this movie before me. It taught me that a rat no matter how polished may be will always smell like a rat.

Ironically too in “The Departed” we should learn not to be bounded by favors, especially if the giver will tail you to the deep end of a worm hole. To all my children be very careful when you are asking and taking a favor, you will never know when that favor will come back to haunt you.

I know it is kind of cliché that I would always compute every little reminder that I can to my children, well, I am not shy about this, and never will because for a long long time I have been both their father and their mother too. My words may not hold much of a weight now that all of them are young adults, but there is no harm in me wanting my children to be cautious at all time.

To all my children do take time to watch this movie, and look at the symbolic relations of a man and a rat, both are very prominent in each other’s world. Therefore, do not be one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No Inference

A good friend came visiting last Sunday, from the first hug and the first hello, there was no stopping her from filling me up with news. I consider this friendship of ours rather odd, as we hardly talk on the phone, just text messaging only with news on each other.

This is because she is a world famous person and I know how demanding her work can be, and I am a full time housewife but that does not stop us from our girlie talk each time she has the time to break away from her formal life.

This time around despite the laughing and the joking, I saw sadness in her eyes. I could not help but was so close to blurting out the questions when she voluntarily announced that she had just divorced. I was shocked, totally unbelievable so much so that I was not able to even offer a word of comfort. She understood.

With her position in the world standing, I could only wish her all the very best. I guess no matter how high we reach for the stars, but once our hearts are broken nothing really matters anymore. Like me she has also decided that home will be everywhere else for the moment till the broken pieces cease to exist for good.

I told her that let’s live our life as though we are walking under a heavy snow, where each step we take will not leave any footprint, where the glitter of the sun is more important than the beauty of the snow filled mountains, where the cold will hit us to our bone but could no longer hurt us.

Let’s just live without the interference of other factors that has no inference in our everyday life at all.

Only You Can Love Me This Way

Who matters?
Who never did?
Who won't anymore and never will?

And who always will.

I am not worried about people from my past
There are reasons why they didn't make it to my present and my future.

Only You matter……………………………………

Muslim Cemetery

We were staying in a hotel not too far from the Sultanahmet neighborhood. Anyone who has been to Istanbul will know that this is one of the most busy and interesting neighborhoods there.

In this heart of the Imperial Centre of the Ottoman Empire while walking downtown to the places of interest, we came across a very interesting looking Muslim cemetery. We were so engulfed in the structure of the cemetery that I totally forgot what the name of the place was.

Anyone who come across these pictures in my entry, it would be appreciated if you can email me and let me know the name of this cemetery.

By the way, the size of the graves gave me the impression that Turkish men are actually short men, and this was supported by the fact that every other Turkish man that I came across on the street was actually shorter than an average height man.

LOL