It has been an eventful 11 days.
Tomorrow, work resumes.
I planned to finish reading The Lost Symbol (checked!), Bill Bryson's Down Under (half-way through), watch Angels and Demon on dvd (didn't happen) and browse through Jobstreet (didn't happen either) during those days or at least the last 5 days of it.
Oh well, one can only plan. Laundry and napping got in the way, most of the time.
So tomorrow, it's back to my desk at work. Clearing off what I am expected to. I am quite done doing more than I should. Morale is hitting rock bottom at the moment. That's another entry altogether.
Hey, why are my sentences short?
Oh yeah, must be the lazy bug nipping on my arse.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The Lost Symbol
My date with Robert Langdon was not as I imagined. I was hoping for a thrilling experience with countless of unexpected twists. Unfortunately it was lacking both the thrill and the unexpected.I am a bit disappointed.
Probably I had my hopes set a tad bit higher than usual. Then again, with all the publicity and the super-tight security imposed on the process of producing the book, I expected an excellent product.
Instead, it was a letdown.
It was not exactly a page-turner like Da Vinci Code or Angels and Demons.
However, this is a personal feel. I have said it before, taste is a tricky substance.
Dan Brown is always a good read. I just don’t think The Lost Symbol is as good as his other books.
His next book, maybe?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
About A Babe
Zura called me earlier today to inform that she’s warded in APSH.
A year ago, we met at the same place – our beds next to each other. I wrote this piece about her but didn’t publish it for a reason I couldn’t even recall.
Tuesday came and a new patient filled the empty bed beside me. She drew the curtains surrounding her bed almost immediately and stayed on her bed for quite some time. We did not speak until the next day.
Took us less than 10 minutes to get acquainted and immediately hit it off.
Zura is one chatty babe. She’s the same age as Ainil but found comfort in calling her kakak. It’s a miracle that she didn’t call me auntie, given the age difference. Hahah.
We were the 3 musketeers. We’d move from one bed to another, talking, laughing and literally owned the four-bedded ward. There’s another patient in the same ward but somehow she preferred to be left alone. I suppose four is a crowd.
With Zura around, our conversations became more open. If it’s a reality show, half of our talks would be taken over by the censoring beeps. When Zura’s mom and siblings came to visit, they ended up in our quarters instead of hers. They were as friendly as she was, if not more.
Breaks my heart to know that she’s in the hospital again, from the same illness. I am going to see her tonight and see what I can do to ease her pain a little.
A year ago, we met at the same place – our beds next to each other. I wrote this piece about her but didn’t publish it for a reason I couldn’t even recall.
Tuesday came and a new patient filled the empty bed beside me. She drew the curtains surrounding her bed almost immediately and stayed on her bed for quite some time. We did not speak until the next day.
Took us less than 10 minutes to get acquainted and immediately hit it off.
Zura is one chatty babe. She’s the same age as Ainil but found comfort in calling her kakak. It’s a miracle that she didn’t call me auntie, given the age difference. Hahah.
We were the 3 musketeers. We’d move from one bed to another, talking, laughing and literally owned the four-bedded ward. There’s another patient in the same ward but somehow she preferred to be left alone. I suppose four is a crowd.
With Zura around, our conversations became more open. If it’s a reality show, half of our talks would be taken over by the censoring beeps. When Zura’s mom and siblings came to visit, they ended up in our quarters instead of hers. They were as friendly as she was, if not more.
Breaks my heart to know that she’s in the hospital again, from the same illness. I am going to see her tonight and see what I can do to ease her pain a little.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
A Loss
We lost an uncle this morning at 2am.
I could still see his face, smiling kind and warmly to us. He's a fine man, a great father to his children.
My condolences to his family and my cousins - Reen, Rina, kak Liza, kak Leha and the rest.
We made plans to visit him comes raya but i guess He has his own plans for Uncle Harun.
Al-fatihah.
I could still see his face, smiling kind and warmly to us. He's a fine man, a great father to his children.
My condolences to his family and my cousins - Reen, Rina, kak Liza, kak Leha and the rest.
We made plans to visit him comes raya but i guess He has his own plans for Uncle Harun.
Al-fatihah.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Merdeka Surprise
I couldn’t believe it.
A piece that I wrote on Children & Education was published for the whole world to see. They have not officially launched the site but I get to browse through the final draft for consent, earlier today.
The email was sent on Merdeka Day. I’ve had a taste of liberation. –smiles-
A piece that I wrote on Children & Education was published for the whole world to see. They have not officially launched the site but I get to browse through the final draft for consent, earlier today.
The email was sent on Merdeka Day. I’ve had a taste of liberation. –smiles-
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