Friday, December 12

Tourmaline Gemstone

Time really govern us, heading towards twenty-seven now. Time for fill up rest of my life with passion, science and beauty

Precious gemstone from Brazil, that is what tourmaline is,
Precious as your skin.

Selling my favorite skincare line, sharing the love

Coming soon

Thursday, January 2

If I Could Write A Dream

Woke up this morning with my eyes on Instagram quotes, as usual posted by random saying dream is actually the reality, reality is the dream. Ah I love to twist my brain like that. New year, of course turn out as new page, no, is the first page of a log book and of course as my habit, the first page is always index. I am organized in that way, to not getting lost the track

This is so crucial and hard to ignore, the feeling I have to finally change and become more matured. And of course more importantly to always keep your self half-fulled, to give the space of more to come. Life is an adventure, so cliche, but I am sure the adventure comes from within inside, which is your heart.

This two thousand and fourteen for me, is the 365 days for me to trust myself more and not afraid to choose the wrong color of my dress or my curtain, to accept and to embrace. My friend mentioned to me yesterday, "Bashira you can finally said "I am getting married this year!", I hope I get the position of open and close right. For me, I would said "My dream come true this year", as finally I have someone who will always remind me that life is difficult, and we are not perfect, but we can try :')

Greg Laswell song somehow inspire me for this year, to all the fighters who survived in two thousand thirteen

This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can

It comes and goes in waves
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves
Am only led to wonder why

Anyway, this year again, here I am writing to remind myself of how I should not forget to love myself, to be me and to not forget what makes me cry when I was small. Oh I love poetry, time to get back to Yasmin Ahmad and shit I forgot what is the guy name.

"The real power not come from hate, but the truth"

Monday, July 29

You Are My Remedy

Hello Monday.

I just adore the turquoise lingering with peach. Glad last week it is over. Been through day and night up until 10pm in the lab, squeeze tons of things to do in Ramadhan before leaving off. Not sure to get things done or just to reduce the burden size back after the trip. I am not really sure why such an answer so matter to me. I love to jumble up all that by means, with no purpose. End up it consumes me like having all the drama in the world.

I think I am at the stage of not having eyeliner is cool. Finally, the confidence is here. I am not sure the reason why I feel so comfortable having me as myself, but I am pretty sure I know who is behind it. Money isn’t important, the gratitude is. I am learning to do mistakes and not regret them, struggling to admit the flaws and how humble we are in the eyes of the creator. Thats tough for me.

Give me camera, and I will capture everything, And I definitely has stolen your heart, my husband to be

Apologize <3

Tuesday, June 4

After All These Years, Have Some Piece

There is always something on people that makes you laugh, so let me grow old with you. When every word is spoken, makes me more drowning in my own fantasy, yet it feels so real. I have encounter this one quote saying destination is not a place/aim but it is just a path for our new way of looking things. It is been a silence, but reading the post from beloved makes me awake from the work this morning, and absolutely carving a smile on my face. Looking things at past, made me realize how selfish I was before, so busy mending things in order to look normal from other’s eyes. It is a sin. Life is so hectic by the way, with so many things to be done but praised to God, with every failure, and almost to the end point, rainbow finally shine her way; just to keep me in the game. And with that, I know exactly who He made me for, a scientist, a brain squeezer. 

Sunday, March 17

Seeing the World, Again

Oh yes. I love this feeling of freshness having my sweating face been dried away by the wind passing by, when my car swift the road. Right away after jog for 30mins seeing the uncle, auntie, grandfather, grandmother, dog walker and of course grumpy old chinese lady. And of course all chinese. Hoping the traffic has calmed his way after 6-8am of war. Few things came across my mind: first, the earth hour coming this 23 March, how I am going find one day to dump all my used papers in recycle bin at Taylor’s University and having a Twitter account. 

I read an article on gene designer for coming babies, is starting to path the way in science world and how ovules from Ivy league woman cost 10x higher than normal working women in United States. Guess, it has started and how it worries the world on how this would affect the evolution again. Some said the evolution has stopped, in term of not much on physical changing (Darwin) but somehow it has little bit on the attitude part: greedy, stress, and whats not. I found this overwhelming on how scientist from new south wales struggling to non-extinct the extinct frog who give birth through mouth and I could see the tiny baby frog right at the opening of her mother’s mouth, not a tadpole anymore. Oh thinking about birth, yesterday was a mammoth piece of memory. Marilyn giving birth to six kittens, and I was the one who in the labour room. Epic. And how that tiny bouquet of flower hanging at the groom’s chest on his big day. Beautiful. Happy Monday people!