Why blend in when you born to stand out?

This post talks about how we loose sight of ourselves when we are not true to ourselves.
It's a big bold brave step to stand up for what you believe and fight on.
Just be you, it's brave to be you.

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We have moved and you are invited to join the party

The Queen Bee of this hive

Thank you so much for following me and my verbal diarrhea on this virtual journey. It has been exciting and I am very grateful for all the love you have shown me.

The time has come for some changes, mainly because my blog name A Cuppa for my thoughts has proven to be a bit of a tongue twister and gets mixed up. My blog address http://beeraycoffeethoughts suffers the same problems.

So the best solution to this problem and to help you remember me easier, I have decided to rename and move to a new writing platform. I have re-branded myself and am now known as.. 

BeeRaise.

The reason I think this new name rocks is because;

• I am Beeray or at least that's what most of my near and dear friends call me. My given name is too long and too common so that wasn't going to be a good substitute for my new blog. Even Beeray was taken. So with some help, I decided to stick to BeeRaise because if you say it fast enhough is sounds like Beeray's 
• Basically BeeRaise represent Beeray (that's me) and my thoughts......in short its Beeray's crazy verbal diarrhea.

Sorry, I know I have used the word diarrhea twice (thrice if you count this one too). I sound a little cray, cray but I am not crazy. I just write crazy stuff. Stuff that comes to me in the most unexpected and inconvenient time possible. 

So if you ever see me writing notes on my tissue, grocery shopping receipts or on other pieces of paper, that's me thinking that I have gotten the next brilliant post idea that will be a sure entry for Huffington Post.

To cut to the chase, please follow me and stay tuned and please carry on reading and commenting and sharing and yada yada yada with my new website. It's got cool new'er stuff and I promise you shan't be disappointed.

It's (drumrolls please....)

Beeray (click here and my genie will take you to my new hangout)

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Here comes the witch

'Knock, knock, knock'. My knees shook and my heart was pounding when I opened the door. How could this be? She is dead, she is gone. There is no part of her physical being left. She cannot be the undead because there is nothing of her left when we washed her ashes along with some ritualistic mumbo jumbo at the Gengi River.

I know it is the 31st of October, the day we celebrate the dead but this just cannot be. I had to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming. The pain assured me I wasn't. So now came the big test, I had to pinch the person standing at my doorsteps to make sure she wasn't a fragment of my imagination.

"Ouch!" she screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" she glared.

In 28 days and 12 hours she had transformed herself like a witch. Dressed in clothes that were given to her just weeks ago, she had completely made herself to look exactly like her sister who had just died 30 days ago.

She stood there, with a bag of clothes in one hand and some food in the other. She welcomed herself into the house and went about placing her belongings like this was her place. She was no longer the sad aunt who bawled her eyes out at her sister's funeral, this was a woman with a purpose.

A purpose of possessing what had been left behind by her sister. It didn't matter if she was about to break so many rules, she had her mind set on winning at any cost.

No one could say what magic she had worked but the house in which she was a mere guest had suddenly become her slave. Enslaving everyone and everything in it. Like poison ivy, she was slowly killing the life of the house.

We knew it was wrong. We would congregate and speak vehemently about it but no one was able to voice it out. We were grieving over the loss of a dear mother, sister and wife. It was a delicate situation that needed time and proper planning before execution but all that seems futile now.

Now that she has completely transformed herself, there is nothing we can do about it but wait for a greater power to release everyone and everything in that house from her spell. Until then we shall watch the drama unfold itself, layer by layer as she sheds her skin revealing a little of her true self every time someone dare cross her.

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Vision 20/20

Imagine clear vision 

the moment I open my eyes

No more fumbling

for my prescribed glasses 

Painless refractive surgery 

is all I need

It's very safe, said the eye specialist

but you'd need to sign this disclaimer form 

for Lasik complication first

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Delivering an Eulogy is hard to do

When my husband first met me, he said I had verbal diarrhea for I could not stop talking. I would say anything whenever a moment of silence found its way around me. I spoke because I was uncomfortable with silence. It made me feel awkward and nervous. Silence was a torture and wrong in so many ways.

That was my past. These days, with three happy little monsters, silence is all I crave. Something I only get when they are asleep and that's when I start jabbbering away in my virtual world.

Never once I thought that my rambling would have touched someone so deep that he would ask me to deliver an eulogy. I didn't think much of it and agreed because I wanted everyone to know how beautiful my aunt was right to her last breath.

I met my aunt Dilip sometime in the year 2000. My husband, then my boyfriend wanted to introduce me to her. She was the first to embrace me into his and her family. I still remember the warmth she showed me. She didn't ask much questions, she just hugged and made me feel very welcomed. I knew instantly, I liked her very much. She was very lovable, approachable and full of emotions. A beautiful social butterfly that never let anyone feel out of place. 

Her hearty and contagious laughter never ceased to entertain us. No matter what life threw at her she always stayed postivie. She is what I like to refer to as a Chardi Kala person. Always in high spirits and blissful even in trying times; as a sign she was fine with whatever God willed for her. 

What inspired me most was her ability to always smile and laugh despite her battles. Her ability to knock depression out of her door and spend her every moment being surrounded by loved ones. Her words to me couple of month back "I feel that the little time I have left, I am going to enjoy every moment of it and I don’t have time for depression, for God has given me a life to live, so I am doing just that! Therefore live, love, forgive, forget, enjoy and laugh. That is exactly how many remember her till her last few days. 

Despite being sick, she never turned anyone away. She always made room and time for others. She had even put up a note outside her door, urging visitors to wake her if they drop by unannounced because she felt bad missing out on the opportunity to meet some family and friends who came to visit her in the hospital and left without seeing her because she was asleep. That’s a gem of a person, who despite being in pain still cared for others and made them feel appreciated for taking time off their busy schedule to visit her. 

She may not be related to me by blood but we are connected to each other in so many ways. She is my father in law’s sister, my mother in law’s sister, my husband’s confidant, my children’s grandmother and so much more. She has touched so many people's hearts with her beautiful, loving and gentle soul. Although she is not with us today, her memories will live forever. Her lessons will be cherished by me forever. I will always remember her embrace and her beautiful hearty laughter. Forever, Aunty Dilip.

That was my eulogy. Writing it wasn't hard but delivering it was so difficult. My voice was caught and I struggled to form words. I paused too many times to calm and control my tears. I dared not to look up for each time I  did,  I saw teary eyes and it made my eyes blurry. 

There was so much love and pain in that hall. There was so much silence and the only sound audible was my quavering voice trying to deliver an eulogy.

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Community football (& Supergirls recruitment drive)

Sunday 18 October turned out to be yet another hazy day to be training outdoors. After a whole week moderate haze readings, (Yes! Breathing fresh air in my country is becoming rare) we didn't have the slightest inclination that the day would have turned out bad (schools had to be shut the following day because the air quality index reading went from moderate to unhealthy). 

It may have not been as bad as FISA tournament but once again we were exposed to unhealthy air. Luckily, the organisers, Premiere Skills were very informed and wrapped up the football clinic ahead of schedule. 

Premiere Skills (PS) Malaysia is community development project. It uses UK's largest culture export i.e. football. They provide basic training and certification to interested participants whom in turn will give back to the community what they have gained, through football.

On Sunday at Sunway University, the volunteers who happened to be all females, had to put to practice all that football skills they gained over the course of four days. 

The programme (Introduction to Premier Skills Women training course) is one of their four pillars of Premiere Skills Malaysia community development project. 

Supergirls were thrilled to be part of this and had a wonderful time being coached by these ladies along side Supergirl's own coach. 

UEFA Women's Development Reps and former Switzerland Women's Head Coach, Beatrice Von Siebenthal was also present. She has shown interest in Supergirls and would be attending their training session this Saturday 24 October.

We have already bagged an assistant coach who has agreed to assist Supergirl's head coach Patrick. He has been doing a wonderful job with the girls and has brought many victories but as the number of Supergirls players are swelling and we will be recruiting* more, Supergirls needed an extra hand. 

She, Leila Chua from Hamburg, Germany has played football with a local club called HEBC when she was 12 years old. She has been (on and off) playing football for about nine years. 

After her return to Malaysia, she found it close to impossible to continue playing football. Over in Germany and most European countries, you would easily find many girls football team. They are passionate about football regardless of gender. Every community has their own club and they have leagues for all ages and levels for girls and women. The same cannot be said for Malaysian football scene. So since there wasn't much opportunity to play football, she got herself a football license and wants to coach an all girls football team.

Having a woman coach for an all girls football team is an asset because she can be the source of inspiration for these young and eager footballers. She can also impart her knowledge on what to expect in a male dominated sport.

*Supergirls recruitment drive will be taking place at SMK USJ 4:

1. 14 November 2015 Saturday between 3-5pm
2. 13 December 2015 Sunday between 3-5pm
3. 9 January 2016 Saturday between 3-5pm  

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The worst kind of disease

She sat at the corner of a crowded bus stop. 

Disheveled and disorientated. 

"I'm sorry but why is everyone looking at me?", she cried 

"This isn't a public toilet you freak", someone ridiculed. 

" Leave her alone! She's got Alzheimer's, her savior screamed.

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