31st July 1983

Happy 25th Anniversary to my parents...

Be strong Ma..

P.S:Dinner sorang2 la....hehe

Fireworks!

And a meal at Woodlands Vegetarian Restaurant..

a.k.a PERFECT!

I'm a ghost

I'm officially a ghost in the hostel..

Over The Weekend..

Arrived around 5am Saturday morning.Woke up when they reached the KL tol.Took my phone and saw 17 missed calls!Wow...no one have ever called me up to 17 times.Hehe,it's mum.Asking where I am.Since I arrived around 4am previously,she assumed that I would reach around the same time.So she waited for 40mins in the station.Haha.She should have come only after I called her....haih.The minute I got down,I got some nice lecture in front of everyone in the quiet station.Huhu.But I was too sleepy to pay attention.

Went back,prayed and slept.Woke up around 9.30,got ready and went to KLsentral.On the way to the Putra Komuter Station,some crazy fella was complaining about my flip flop making so much noise when I got down the stairs.He even shouted obscenities when I passed him.I pretended not to hear him and kept on walking,For all I know,he might be a schizophrenic..Die-la if he goes violent.Went to KLsentral to buy flight tickets for mum.Came back and had breakfast in a much quieter McD in The Mall.

In the afternoon,went to my dad's staff's wedding somewhere in Bangi.They invited my mother,since my mum was working so I went to represent her.I guess no one knew who I was,so I just sat down quietly and tried my best to enjoy the food.My father always enjoy this 'kenduri' food.While me and mum kept complaining most of the time.

Rushed back home after the wedding.Clean my face from the make up.And uncle came to pick us up to go back his 'kampung'.Visited dad.He still has 2 new neighbours.No more new arrival.I pray that he is fine somewhere in Barzakh.
After that,went to uncle's family's house.Picking 'rambutans',mangosteens....etc.'Musim buah'!

Before nightfall,we headed back to Shah Alam.They invited me to play badminton with them at night.While mum and aunts stayed in my aunts house,gossipping.
Came back hom around 12am,sent by my cousin.I wasn't feeling well.Mandi and straight away 'pengsan'.

Sunday morning,just laze around.Accompany mum to Masjid Jamek after her work.Had lunch in MFM Sogo.And shopped in The Mall on the way back home.I was already cranky then.
Bus to Kangar was a nice one,instead of a 4 seater bus.God really blessed me after feeling lousy for the whole day.

Stop And Stare

This town is colder now,
I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move,
I'm shakin off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel...
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal...
for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can u see what I see

They're tryin to come back,
all my senses push
Un-tie the weight bags,
I never thought I could...
Steady feet, don't fail me now
I'm gonna run till you can't walk
Something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, you don't need
What u need, what u need...

Stop and stare
I think I'm moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be Oh,
do u see what I see...


-->Fair isn't what you really need

The Ugly Duckling

*migraine..migraine..migraine.....it's coming!*

I'm going to blog about other people.This is just base on my observations.Which may be wrong or right.

There's this girl I know.She wasn't hip,cool,pretty,popular..etc..etc..You get the picture.More like a nobody.And there's this group of people.Which is a total opposite of her.Currently,she has the chance in a lifetime to be with this group of people.Immediately,her principles change,her attitude towards others change to match with this group of people,her style change in someways but not much(maybe she couldn't afford what this group of people can afford),the way she talks more on looking down at others(which also match this group of people) and many others.

What I'm trying to point out is that females are very fragile.We tend to get jealous easily when another female has better stuffs,assets,looks prettier,attract more males...etc.Lost her true identity just because she needs to feel on par with certain people.Change her mentality,change her principles,and many more.Not totally comfortable with herself.

I've seen so many friends change because of this.Ditching the old friends which doesn't suit the new person she has become.I'm not saying that getting a new style is bad,changing your lifestyle to a healthier diet or trying to do facial or manicure,pedicure is bad...nope.It's actually good.But there's no need to change yourself,your mentality and all the good principles that you previously had to be with certain people.

Just love yourself for who you are.If someone brings a new positive thing,take it and make yourself more wonderful with one new positive input.

High temperature

I know my father passed away.That's a fact.He can't come back.Life goes on.Period.
But there's no need to be nasty.I know I expect too much.
But,do you need to make a face whenever I talked about my dad?(some people)
No one's perfect,I know.But it's not wrong for a daughter to idolised her father right?
In fact he was a better friend than you(some people)could ever be.
In fact I don't think I expect too much.

Either you or me need a psychiatrist.

Ideal Sunday Morning

...would be going out for breakfast to someplace good with the family.Buying newspapers and just discuss about the articles over breakfast.And go home after that.I thought of shopping but I hate the weekend crowd.And I also prefer the thought of absolute rest before starting another Monday.So,home it is.

Another choice would be going out for sports in the morning;tennis,swimming,jogging..etc.And then go for breakfast.It would be nice if having the breakfast in some clubhouse overseeing a terrific view.A spa would be nice before heading home.Haha...it's all just in my imagination.Haih.

Reality bites.

Public Health posting

At the vector control unit.The old fogging machine on display.

Field trip?Haha,went around finding the larva of mosquitoes.In a fishing village in Kuala Perlis.

The place where the larva was found.

Home visit in Bintong,Perlis.

And many more.....I only like the visiting part.Hehe,because I can't understand the theories.

Signs Of Migraine

I am already nauseous and don't feel well.Having mild headache which is pulsating in nature.

I am currently in the Public Health posting.And this week I am required to go house to house to find datas.For an antisocial me,it's terribly hard fighting with myself,to push myself to get my job done.

I remember when I was still fresh in Kangar and haven't got used to the long hours bus ride,when I got home,I used to climb onto my parents specially heated bed(they bought some special mattress for my father).The whole family(dad,mum and me) would cramped together in the same bed.Haha,imagine 3 adults fighting for space.And my father couldn't stop talking to me while I'm dozing off.It's annoying at the time.But now I miss it.

Cold fingers

I'm waiting to pray.

Just arrived from KL this morning at 6.30.Stressed during the early part of the journey due to the 4 seater bus they used for the journey back to Kangar.Anyway,since I ordered a single seater,I got 2 seats for myself.However,the seats were not comfy.Anyway,I managed to fall into deep sleep also.Amazing.
One of the O&G specialist was on the same bus with me.

During the weekend.Visited dad.Ordered his gravestone.We actually went to graves to see examples of the gravestones.And there's this grave belong to a girl 4 years younger than me,her gravestone is nice and mum and aunt wanted that kind for dad.The poor girl died of accident last year.Another thing that I learnt is that,if it's a guy's gravestone it would be round while girls would be flat.They will build it 3 months after the day of death.So it will be somewhere in August for my father.Ordering the gravestone felt like my father is a step further away from me.It's stupid I know,but I just couldn't help it.

Went to Madam Kwan in KLCC with mum.Remenisce the days when dad always wanted to go to Madam Kwan.With wheelchair.Bought 'P.S:I love you'.A book that probably suits my mum more.

11 days later...

...and I still don't have anything to write about.Actually,I do.But it's all full of negativity.So I refuse to write about it.So many things happened and I'm trying my best to sort out the good things out of it.Instead only the bad things are still swimming in my head.

Racking my head for the positive things;
1.I'm happy that I'm going back tonight
2.I'm happy that finally I manage to discipline myself to do laundry daily
3.I'm happy that I'm quiet this days and didn't get involve in gossiping other people.
4.I'm happy that I didn't choke to death while eating nasi goreng few days back
5.I'm happy that I wasn't that dependent on people last week

I think that still counts..

Cars Of Lurrvvee

The white car with plate number WBD 1424(his car)
The grey car with plate number KBV 55??(her car)

Apparently,cars of love decided to park themselves here,at my hostel parking lot.Taking advantage of the peacefulness in our area.The lady got out of her car and went into the guy's car.And you can guess the rest.Huhu.Perlis people do rock sometimes!