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-
Saturday, August 29, 2009
A Little Rant
I am going through a phase.
I don’t care that much about work anymore because it’s apparent the big bosses are not. Two of my good friends are leaving the company and if you have been following my writing, you would know that I would take the longest time to befriend someone. Here we go again.
I have been writing a lot lately – poems and just rants. Somehow I felt that I have this desperate need to prove myself as a writer. Not necessarily a good one. Just a writer.
Somehow i dont feel like posting them here. Maybe later.
p/s: Epi, congratulations :)
I don’t care that much about work anymore because it’s apparent the big bosses are not. Two of my good friends are leaving the company and if you have been following my writing, you would know that I would take the longest time to befriend someone. Here we go again.
I have been writing a lot lately – poems and just rants. Somehow I felt that I have this desperate need to prove myself as a writer. Not necessarily a good one. Just a writer.
Somehow i dont feel like posting them here. Maybe later.
p/s: Epi, congratulations :)
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
A Little Unwell
We spent the whole of last weekend away from the city. Well, at my parents’ to be exact. I didn’t realize how much I needed that little break until I was physically there.
The water was freezing cold and yet I couldn’t get enough of it. I don’t recall having tap water that cold in the city. It was surprisingly cool and refreshing. Just what I need to lift the pressure off my shoulders and wherever else they might be sitting on.
The company was even better; in fact it was just perfect. Everybody managed to make some time to drop by though not together at once. I got to see my nephew, all better from an episode of pneumonia and also my niece whom suffered a broken arm almost a month ago. The little darlings made excellent recovery and seemed to be enjoying the extra company. I feel bad for not being able to be by their hospital beds but I suppose that’s the price I have to pay for being a million miles away from them. All of my siblings are a stone’s throw away from my parents. I am always the odd one, always the furthest from the family in distance but always the closest at hearts. I guess I’m not done proving to them that I am independent. – Smiles –
By the time we got back to the city, my temperature was off the charts. I couldn’t really sleep the night before – the coughing was worse than ever and I had a few minutes of breathing difficulty but no fever. So when we reached home, put away all the luggage and Coco (the cat), we wasted no time and headed to the hospital. The waiting room was full to the brim. So full that some patients (or their companies) had to loiter around the waiting area. We were there for an hour and a half before being summoned to see the doctor. He dispensed a long list of things to keep check of; blood sugar level, fever temperature and so on. We waited another hour for the bill and meds; that by the end of it all we were so hungry and headed to GE Mall for a quick bite.
Little did I know that the dinner was the last of my proper and prosper meal.
Then after, I retched whatever food I had and couldn’t take anything except toasts. I could only muster to eat 5 pieces of toast the whole of yesterday, apart from gallons of water. Today is no different; I had 4 pieces of toast, gallons of water and nothing else. I feel so weak but couldn’t force myself to take anything more than that. I just had a few pieces of chicken nuggets and already my tummy’s behaving a bit weird. Let’s hope that I’m not going to waste these as well. I have already lost 2 kg, not that I’m complaining but I need to eat real food. Sigh.
I have been missing work for 2 days and a lot has happened in the office. I am scheduled to participate in a conference-call to Regional Office tomorrow but I don’t think I can make it. I plan to have a light and easy day tomorrow.
We’ll see how it goes.
Oh by the way, FIL is in the hospital; warded because of his diabetic condition. I have not had the chance to visit him with me being sick and all. Probably I’ll pay a visit during the weekends. Deli on the other hand has been going to the hospital every day, on behalf of us all. Our prayers for him; for his speedy recovery and better health condition.
The water was freezing cold and yet I couldn’t get enough of it. I don’t recall having tap water that cold in the city. It was surprisingly cool and refreshing. Just what I need to lift the pressure off my shoulders and wherever else they might be sitting on.
The company was even better; in fact it was just perfect. Everybody managed to make some time to drop by though not together at once. I got to see my nephew, all better from an episode of pneumonia and also my niece whom suffered a broken arm almost a month ago. The little darlings made excellent recovery and seemed to be enjoying the extra company. I feel bad for not being able to be by their hospital beds but I suppose that’s the price I have to pay for being a million miles away from them. All of my siblings are a stone’s throw away from my parents. I am always the odd one, always the furthest from the family in distance but always the closest at hearts. I guess I’m not done proving to them that I am independent. – Smiles –
By the time we got back to the city, my temperature was off the charts. I couldn’t really sleep the night before – the coughing was worse than ever and I had a few minutes of breathing difficulty but no fever. So when we reached home, put away all the luggage and Coco (the cat), we wasted no time and headed to the hospital. The waiting room was full to the brim. So full that some patients (or their companies) had to loiter around the waiting area. We were there for an hour and a half before being summoned to see the doctor. He dispensed a long list of things to keep check of; blood sugar level, fever temperature and so on. We waited another hour for the bill and meds; that by the end of it all we were so hungry and headed to GE Mall for a quick bite.
Little did I know that the dinner was the last of my proper and prosper meal.
Then after, I retched whatever food I had and couldn’t take anything except toasts. I could only muster to eat 5 pieces of toast the whole of yesterday, apart from gallons of water. Today is no different; I had 4 pieces of toast, gallons of water and nothing else. I feel so weak but couldn’t force myself to take anything more than that. I just had a few pieces of chicken nuggets and already my tummy’s behaving a bit weird. Let’s hope that I’m not going to waste these as well. I have already lost 2 kg, not that I’m complaining but I need to eat real food. Sigh.
I have been missing work for 2 days and a lot has happened in the office. I am scheduled to participate in a conference-call to Regional Office tomorrow but I don’t think I can make it. I plan to have a light and easy day tomorrow.
We’ll see how it goes.
Oh by the way, FIL is in the hospital; warded because of his diabetic condition. I have not had the chance to visit him with me being sick and all. Probably I’ll pay a visit during the weekends. Deli on the other hand has been going to the hospital every day, on behalf of us all. Our prayers for him; for his speedy recovery and better health condition.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Introducing Nini's Little Haven
Yesterday was the official launch of Nini's Little Haven - a shop blog i have created to feature pre-loved as well as brand new children apparel with reasonable price.
Do visit the site, if you have the time :)
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