The Evil

If you notice, or if this comes out right, I am writing in a different font. Not in the font I would usually choose. No it's not hormones, its not anger, its emotions. Bad ones. Or maybe it is hormones?

Why am I titling this The Evil?
Because that is how I am feeling. Evil. At the same time I know that I shouldn't, that I should recite Zikir more often. I just felt a little calmer after reminding myself to zikir more often.

I shall change the font of my typing as I feel calmer now. As calm as this:

so calllmminnng. ascalmingasthisFont.

Oh wait, what Evil-ish was I feeling earlier? Ah never mind! I shall get back to think good and be good. 

Regards,
I want to be grateful.
 

Tell me about it

Come to think of it, I am so unfortunate to be left out in the open air where as my friends of the same species, are well kept in the cupboard. Nice and neatly placed in their very own designated space. Here I am amongst the rest of them who were left out in the wild, and at a very high risk to be attacked by euwy guewy little creatures roaming around day and night. And I, sigh, I can just sit and feeeel the geli-ness of it if say the little creatures decide to 'hang' out with me.

I thought I make time for a thought provoking moment just to see this from another point of view. I am lucky enough to be out here in the open as I am regularly used by my favourite people who has willingly adopt me into their life. As they say, we actually only use what we need. So, since I am used by them almost everyday-- I feel belonged! I am needed by them. They need my service. They need my presence and weee!! It sure makes me feel special. 

I have decided to live by my second proven hypothesis as I am now happier with this kind of mindset. Its all in the mind guys, - gals, its all in here *points to the head* (as if I have one)

Love,

The dish plate