Thursday, January 28, 2010

Mata still recovering...dokter kata too dry, so dapat ubat baru + kena pakai ubat skang byk skets. No hal, check again on 4 Feb nih. Hopefully better news.

All planning for diving and Jakarta's trip kena hold, madame's order. Well, what to do, kena la honor kuasa veto madame.

Erk, Boo dah larik maintenance dekat 3000 km. Deng....kena set la nih.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Seminggu cuti rehat (sakit), pagi nih aku langgar motor bakal jiran aku dan terlupa tag opis.

Sib baik budak tuh pun gabra sama ngan aku sebab dia park di tempat yg tak sepatutnya. Boo kena luka skets, tapi Alhamdulillah the guy's motor is ok, takder scrape. Selamat duit guer....

Tag opis aku, mana ntah....ingat dalam keta, tapi takde la pulak. Balek kena carik nanti.

Starts with being a really crazy morning....semuga takder la menda2 lain pulak nanti. :(

Monday, January 11, 2010

Broken People - an article from The Star dated 10 Jan 2010.

Broken Heart Syndrome

People say, time heal all wounds...I never actually believed it. Well, tried to....but never actually believed it.

New memories covered the old wounds, make the memories duller and numbing the pain. But can it really heal? Might be time enables us to look at the tragedy that we can extract new information from it.....extrapolates new theories. But time, can never ever actually erase the pain.

For those that just fell from their pedestals, reach out my dears...fb, twitter, blog etc...reach out to your friends. We are always here, to provide support and catch you. Being alone would be too painful. Your heart would feel crushed, the rhythm of your heart would stumble and stutter, you could not would feel choked, each breathe that wou took would rattle inside but still you would be out of air. Insomnia, pain all over your body, headache....all these pains seem familiar ain't it?

Broken-heart can kill reach out. The more people that you could talk to would lessen the pain, and dull the memories. Take the edge off from the pain...and as they say, misery loves company. So surround your broken heart with friends, activities and love.

And even tho most of us are broken inside.....we are still useful in other capacities. Keep in mind of the kettle that is leaking water, yet served beautifully as a flower pot.

And hope do springs eternal.

Monday, January 04, 2010

Dah new year....another year gone. Tick tock tick tock...another year gone by. Tak sedar pun...

What had I done last year? Hmmm..........apparently, nothing much was achieved. But I did not list all the love and concern that had been send to me in my darkest hours.

To all my family members that had understand and stay together during this dark hours, I love you very very much, even tho slalu bergaduh and bergolek...

To all my friends (close, known physically or online only) that had provided me with tremendous support in my calamities....I love you all. Only God knows how much I appreciate all your support and how these had saved me when I was down or being kicked in the mouth.

And now, to start a new year. So many things to do and to plan. Hope all these planning will be fruitful. The most appropriate thing that I can say is "MARGAYA". But then, the work of an oldest sister is never finished.....



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Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
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- T.A. Conrad

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