I was back home at around 8pm (preety much earlier than in year 2006) exhausted, smelly and looking forward to show my family members the enteries, even though i was not selected for any of the catergories..hahahah. Guess i can only flaunt it to my family members, cause they appreciate everthing I do..hahahah..but was really happy for andrew, as his photograph was selected for one of the catergory.For all those who dont know what’s happening..Canon photomarathon takes places every year, it’s a photography competition in which you would be given three themes..and you have to shoot and come back to submit your enteries within the time given…and mind you it’s really like running in a marathon (Not that I have participated in one), but it can be that tiring.What I like best, is the creativity that each participants have and you go wondering..”woah maybe I should have done that!” well it’s my 2nd year…i had to miss the one last year, due to my pregnancy…hmmm…well let the pics do the talking…btw the three themes this year were
(1) change
the chnages in year as it depicts
(2) Dreams:
(3) Freedom:
In the silence
the wind sings a lullaby
in the silence
you may hear more
silence is what silence is not
silence is awareness
silence is loud.
Just when I thought that I might not be looking back at my blog…somethings are just meant to inspire you , and serve as a self motivation,even as I type the buzzing silence around me inspires me even futhur,rythmically forming notes on their own, taking my heartbeat as a form of metronome.How much I miss this form of expression, where you share a form of feeling which binds itself into the unkown hearts. My current source of inspiration came after I finished watching the film Mozhi, the film reminded me so much of the hindi film khamoshi, which starrs manisha koirala.Getting back to the core theme of the film, silence and appreciting it within oneself.
Being engulf in noises everywhere u turn to,taking solace in silence can sometimes be a form of remedy,just like what I am doing now, letting my inner voice do the talking and my fingers synchronizing the words just as i type,my….I;m just amazed at the silence im surronded by now, making me realise that it just so pure and beautiful.Like they said prayers uttered in silence speaks of volume to the One and Only.Just me and the one inside me, Both of us just sitting back and enjoying this moment togther.I suddenly hear ur heartbeat as well, you little one, just being so melodious, outdoing any forms of scores that i have listen to so far…I would get back to my current environment, while i let you seek for ur moment of silence:)
Do I hear you….amidst this silence….
Just felt like redefining the memories I had during my trip
to Kashmir after reading on a kid’s story book Arion and the Dolphin: A Libretto
by Vikram Seth. Indulging into the depth of his
words just inspired me to j tantalize this post with the flows of emotions that
we went through during our trip.
The golden triangle–Delhi
High above bidding
goodbyes below and piercing into the bright blue skies we seek for the start of
an adventure that beholds
Our fingers entwined
together to withhold our anxiety as we touch down to be greeted by a local whom
directed us into a car with a journey that would take us places.
Behind the wheels
sat a man named yadhav whose words made us a traveler into his vision. The bump
and hump of the road gave us a thrill. Clutching on to my other half’s jacket
whenever the car took a step much too
closer to the vehicle beside made me feel like a small girl hiding behind my
father for protection. As the sun set, we reached our destiny of jaipur and our
insight to excitement began
Set amidst the picture-perfect
beauty of the rugged hills, it is not less charming in its majestic manner, we
were in amber fort. Built in red sand stone and
white marble, it completely overwhelms us, the honeymoon couple with the
delicate work of the artistic paradise that appeals to their aesthetic tastes
and is a visual delight to behold that lies at the heart of the fort surrounded
by the rugged and forbidding fortification walls that surround it.
With another journey packed into
our bags of memories, we headed forward to Agra…the one I was looking forward
to
The white castle in the air –
AGRA-taj mahal
The Taj truly is… a
poem… It is not only a pure architectural type, but also a creation, which
satisfies the imagination, because its characteristic is Beauty. Did you ever
build a Castle in the Air? Here is one, brought down to earth, and fixed for
the wonder of ages; yet so light it seems, so airy, and when seen from a
distance, so like a fabric of mist and sunbeams, with its great dome soaring
up, a silvery bubble, about to burst in the sun, that, even after you have
touched it, and climbed to its summit, you almost doubt its reality. Without realizing
I went clicking away into my digital memory box, grasping every details that I could
get from this beauty which I was astound at
Paradise on earth-
Kashmir Srinagar
Prepared myself with
search of images of how Srinagar would look like, but it was never like experiencing the culture and the beauty
in person.Mashallah….Thanks to our Rabb for the exotic sheer beauty in
nature of kashmir. Away from skyscrapers, away from heavy traffic…we were in a
world of our own, just me and my one and only.Just us away from it all. This is
one trip I would not forget because u were there with me, you made it beautiful.
Thank you dear. Would leave you with the photos we took in our journey to paradise.
Do I hear you?
Finally the day came and went, the long awaited event in my life.Shower of thanks to ALLAH swt for HIS blessings for the matrimonial session to go well.Alhamdullilah.A hundred of guests dressed to hilts, the women in traditional outfits outdoing each other in who’s wearing the most jewellery, the men whom seemingly looked busy with the wedding task in the back of their mind, these were the scenes on 7th April.I sat there for Zuhr in white , with teary eyes sharing my bouts of anxiety with my cousin sapiyah.She did her best in keeping me calm with her soothing words but within the inner serenity I felt like i was left in a running track, where I have to run my hearts out.That’s how my heart was beating that day.With the make-up artist finally arriving in my room, I guessed it was finally time to get dressed and step out for the excitement which beholds.The red and gold lengha sure did the trick of making me look and feel like a bride.Much as i hate to wear make-up, I did and looked like some other than Anishar.Next came Nasir with his digital memory box to capture the higlights in prints.He sure has a way of making brides at ease and not putting on a stiff smile.Click Click it went and before I knew it, I become submissive with smiles to the lens which was beckoning at me.Arriving at Radin Mas CC togther with my bridesmaid Yasmin, I felt really nervous when i took my steps on the long red carpet, where everyone made way for me.The walk seemed long, making me wonder when would i reach the plemin.Just as I sat, heard the sounds of Hadrah..My excited blacks Nurin and Jum feeding me with live insight reports of what was happening in font stage, sure made me visualise their words in movements.My cousin Junaidah made sure that I was comfortable, with her constant checks with me:).
The Kadi came in, togther with my brother in law and my eldest sis husband.He threw the question of if I was agreeable to the marriage.My anxiety did drown the words mentioned into my mind, as i said YES with confidence.As i sign on the dotted line, which reads as "Mrs Ebrahim",I did shed my own personalised tears of Joy at the corner of my eyes. The nikkah was finally sealed with my husband reading out the vows aloud and the recital of DOAs for the newly weds.It was like being in a floating dream with my husband sitiing beside me in the plemin.Through the crowds, I glimpse at my family members and cousins who extending their hard at my wedding.A special thank you goes out to all who have helped out in my wedding one way or another.THANK YOU!Typing this post right now in my new HOME,can give you a sense of the great family I have moved in with.Few weeks ago, I was battling with thoughts as to how I would be blending in with my new family, but ALHAMDULLILAH for HE has provided the comfortness which was most needed.Good brake, Good Horn and Good luck, the very golden words mentioned by the tourist guide in Dehli, when we went for our Honeymoon..even though he mentioned those words to describe the road situation in India, I felt we can have this takeback in life too.GOOD BRAKE:stop and take time to appreciate others around you…GOOD HORN: don;t bottle up feelings, let it out at times and yes you sure do need GOOD LUCK.Would leave you with shots from my wedding and *DO i hear YOu?
Thub Thub goes my heart, found that my heart rate has been faster and faster these few days…blame it on the anxiety or the pressure of wedding that has been hovering around me.Gosh never knew that you would be thrown into a roller coaster of feeling just because one is getting married but hey am currently on "that" ride
Well really feels great for all attention are on you..(momentarily, irony??)and all those weird dreams that you are trying to find a link as to if it’s link to the matrionial session…But veering back to the actual reason for this post.Yes this post is specially for my future hubby..
From where I am standing right now, I seek view of a new HOME where I belong, where I can fit in
Taking my hand into yours, Guide me through this new HOME, for I learn through you and grow with you
Behold your sight of excitement, for there is someone new to share your bedroom and fight over the right of space
Till our strand grows grey,let’s have our fair share of ups and downs, all folding into sheets of memories for us to share to all.Thats all for now….but more to come in our life ahead…
Yes, time sure runs fast; in fact too fast for you to actual grasp what has been going around. Move on to another life, to stage another new beginning. With the wedding date set and the preparations under hands, it’s now time for me to reflect back on my single hood and being the last daughter of Chinthamathar and Aminah. Yeah sometimes I have mocked at Indian Muslim Bride to have the finale of their wedding with DRAMA of tears, yes that how I used to define that action, but let’s rephrase back to what actually is going through the mindset of these brides. Leaving behind familiar places, familiar routines and of all familiar faces, to start afresh on new place, new faces and a whole lot of new routines. Now talk about the huge weight of challenges that has been placed on them just within one day. NO wonder they shed tears. This wedding has really brought about changes in the mindset I had. The preparations has also brought my family members together, doing a lot of things as a Family, not that we have not been doing things together as family, but this time it’s different, its more of like appreciating the BOND THAT ONE HAS WITH FAMILY. My mum feeding me with advices on how I should behave as a good Daughter In Law, My dad advising me on financial planning and my sisters on where I should go for a good honeymoon (hehehhehehe).Gosh I cant believe am going to leave behind this literal comfort zone, where everyone understood the reason behind my laughter’s, tears and crankiness. Well, inevitable as it seen, I have to start packing in the values and advices that has been passed down by MY FAMILY MEMBERS and be a good representative representing my family values…..SO don’t mock at me when I’m doing my finale at my wedding with tears and HUG….for all reasons behind it has been stated above. I have not said this to my family members before, but using this post, I would like to SAY I LOVE YOU GUYS!:)
Yes, i had my fair shre of fun being a photographer at Habib and Flora’s wedding…pushing my limits and standing amidst Aunties whom would go endless on the theory of a female photographer which is like a forbidden role in their eye.Despite with all those eyes shadowing and scrutunizing my every movement, i did enjoy every bit of the process.Coming back to now..am so held with work and yes together with my wedding preparations.Believe it or not Anishar being a procrasinator, had actually planned down an agenda of what is to be done for the weekend and I just found out my weekend is super pack…and alot of things to be done for the preparation of my wedding and to top it up and going through my practicum period now*Hope to stay sain thourghout all this*hehehehe and yes many thanxx to my dear for getting me the wonderful gift for my birthday..FL50..the Companion for my olympus e500 is finally found…THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR!well am going to leave you with my recent portfolio, do check erm out and let me know about your crtics*Do i hear you?*
Was watching the movie professional on art central last night, have watched it before but yesterday was the first time I sat down to watch the whole film, right from start to end and at that very moment, I become a lover of Luc Besson films. It actually started off with watching TAXI last Sunday and yeah TAXI brought be back to memory lane, where I used to wait for Shahrin in the editing room to finish up on her trailer for TAXI which was one of her editing project and I still remember how crazy she was over the soundtrack of TAXI, well when I think about all these, I do miss HER A LOT!,well coming back to the film professional, the credits rolled up with a beautiful song by STING; the shape of my heart…gosh the strumming of the guitar together with sting’s deep vocal and lyrics which says nothing but the thruth could make one go weak in the heart with brewing emotions. I was simply replaying the whole song in my MP3 player this morning, at least it kept my mind away from the jitters of DEC 23rd. Yeah am so looking forward to it but at the same time, am asking myself this: Can I take MC on that day…hahahaha….yeah very funny. There is whole lot of things to be done and am always left with images of 200 guest in my house. I don’t know why but there has been impending thoughts running in my head; like I’ve always been behind the “screens”, playing the role of either being the photographer or helper in my cuzzin’s engagements/wedding and how I use to tell myself that I would not put myself into such a situation of being in the limelight but there I am standing and facing a contradiction;)Let’s hear it from the experts; WHAT ARE THE DO’s and DONT’’s in an engagement. Do I hear you? Am going on a massive shopping spree tomorrow….for its Bonus…….yeaaahhhhhhhh
Eid Mubarak to ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS.Ramadhan came and Ramadhan went…I find myself shedding tears according to the melody of the Takbeer on the radio after maghrib, just sending down a sense of guilt down my troath,urging myself as to why I didnt grab the most gracious call OF ALLAH swt during Ramadhan to seek,reflect and to repent….IT’s a yearly feeling which I go through asking myself this question of Doubt…Did I make use of RAMADHAN?
Eid started of diffrently this year,with ZOHA spending it over at my place.Dressing her up for Solatul Eid and rushing her off with her grandparent, was sure an exciting task for me,plus tell me about the loads of Never ending work,which always last till the brink of Dawn:"Next year inshallah I vow that Iwould make sure thet I would finish all House work two days before Eid…yeah rite…who am I kidding…Ive been chanting this vow for the last past 5years and yes..its always the work of the opposite that I produce..bUT Then again, Next YEAR INSHALLAH…would be diffrent as I might just might be spending EID over an entirely new enviroment,new status and of cos with SOMEONE special…well thats yet to be another journey packed into my BAG called Life…..
Oh yeah..CANON PHOTO MARATHON…IT SURE WAS FUN..being amidst all the passionate photograhers armed with all kinda of digital camera..some big, some small…some with extensive extension and some with unkNown apparels.This 12 hour adrenalin pumping event lasted from 6am till 11pm at night And also many many thanks to my partner in crime ANDREW for his mode of transport and for nearly getting me killed in the BUKIT TIMAH railway tracks..hahahahha..at least that way the qutoe of certain parents"an artist only starts earning after he/she dies" can be somewhat true..after the new paper headline reads as..BUDDING PHOTOGRAPHERS…smashed to pieces between the massive tracks…whats left was their SD CARD..and then insert at the side of the articel is the photographs with the subheadings in memory of photographers Anishar and Andrew….HAHAHAHAH…just extremely wild thoughts.But THANKS to canon photo marathon..alot learn,alot seen…..and alot appreciated in the art of still photography.I sure was beaming with pride whwn everyone’s photo was flashed on the big white screen for all to view…..then i went "hey not to bad..I do make a good photographer"I know i should cut donw on this self proclaim…but hey being memyself..i just need a pat on my back for keeping me going on my path of photography…Yes ANDREW also makes a great photographer….i still remember how our brain cells were rushing to get new creative ideas once each assigment was annouced.The contradication was that I broke fast that particular day in a church….the one located at Bukit Batok..but intentions speaks louder….i preserved my tolerance for 12hours, with fasting running and taking photos like mad….hehehehe!I would be uploading the pictures very soon.So catch up with yeah guys and gals another day in the chronicles of Blinkeyes eyes….TATA.:)
