Today is Eid-Adha day. One of the celebration days where my families and friends get together, ask for forgiveness, give forgiveness, a lot of hugs, a lot of kisses, and many happy tears flow down and not without non-stop eating of special dishes. Apart from the amount of cholesterol gain for the day is equal to a week (like anybody cares about it anyway), having everyone, who are dear to your heart, on board is good for the heart. The least to say, the day is havoc but fun and it is a merry day indeed. I just wish that I can be part of them now.
I made a called to my mother just 5 minutes ago. I can hear the loud background of people chatting, talking, shouting and eating and sending their love to me through my mother. I just missed them all a lot.
If God permit, I will be among them next year. Eid-Mubarak everyone!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
All the Good People
There was countless time that I told myself, ‘I am apt to make it different in my life time’. And thus I have taken the journeys, pursued the ups and the downs. There were thousands times I had stumbled upon the rocky patches, and fall into the abyss. But then again, there were thousands times I was commemorated for the conquests. Every rap was finally going fine once the deals were close successfully.
During the expeditions, I met a lot of good people. The not-so-good people were insignificant, thus, I rarely babbled about them. These good persons entered my life camouflaged in many costumes. Some of them spanked me hard but then I can see the reality. Some of them held my hand and walked me down along the narrow track. Some, let me tasted a bitter drink but it was a medicine all along. Some held me high on their shoulders so that I can see the world.
As the life has it, all the good things must end. The same goes with all the bad things. It all comes to the same conclusion, ‘The End’.
I cherish all the time that we have together. All the kind or harsh words are now music to my ears. All the memories were now packed in a folder named ‘All the Good People’. Thank you.
p/s This is a tribute to All the Good People in the world.
During the expeditions, I met a lot of good people. The not-so-good people were insignificant, thus, I rarely babbled about them. These good persons entered my life camouflaged in many costumes. Some of them spanked me hard but then I can see the reality. Some of them held my hand and walked me down along the narrow track. Some, let me tasted a bitter drink but it was a medicine all along. Some held me high on their shoulders so that I can see the world.
As the life has it, all the good things must end. The same goes with all the bad things. It all comes to the same conclusion, ‘The End’.
I cherish all the time that we have together. All the kind or harsh words are now music to my ears. All the memories were now packed in a folder named ‘All the Good People’. Thank you.
p/s This is a tribute to All the Good People in the world.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The hairy winter
I have a thing for winter, the good one. Winter is equal to a hero when it comes to keep the right body’s temperature of mine. Oh! Nothing extra-ordinary, it was just I am a warm person, both, personality and physically.
My body heat is always warmer than the average Jane or Joe (I would like to think so) which somehow acted on the protein at the root of my hair. Before I bored everyone to death by going into the scientific details, let me put it in a plain sentence, my hair was falling out excessively throughout summer time comparing to the winter season.
As you can deduce, under the all year summer weather of Malaysia, the same thing took place. The progressive hair thinning caused baldness at the center of my head. And having two hair whorls doesn’t help either as the open space in between them made the nakedness of the scalp prominent even from afar. Being the shortest among siblings made the ordeal worst. They would make sure that I comprehended it well; there was a location on my head that was not having enough hairs to cover the scalp and that was a bad thing because I am a girl. Both of them, the boys, would take turn pointing it out to me every time they walked passed by.
Ah! It’s genetic by the way. No. Not inherited from my father’s side. He had soft pretty black thin waving hair that I love to touch. Playing with his hair was the last thing I remembered of him before he was wheeled into the ICU. It was actually a combination of both. My mother had strong curly thick black hair that started to turn white in her late 30’s. Her hair loss started earlier, after giving birth to me until she decided to have short hair style in her late 40's. Me, I have a soft thin waving black hair, that love to fall.
Then, the magic ensued. I started to learn that I was gaining more hair than ever since the end of 2006. The hair softer than usual and I can keep it long, something I never did in Malaysia. The temperature was cold and so the skin of the scalp. Last year, when I went back to Malaysia for holiday on March, my mother noticed that more hair was growing on the spot. And then, thanks to summer and build up stress, the falling hair syndrome began once again. So now, I am eagerly waiting for this winter.
Actually, I was in-debt to a makcik who is a salon owner here for giving me ideas of maintaining healthier hairs even without winter in the future. The girls brought me to her shop, after I pleaded them because I cannot stand seeing the falling hair all over the house anymore, to cut short my long hair. Right after getting the not so trendy Lady D's hairstyle, I asked her if she had any medicine to help my hair grows healthily. By the way, she was also commenting about my thinning hair while doing her job. She told me that because I am young, this problem probably because of the trait inherited. She had a few commercial protein remedies for hair but she would not suggest it. The best things to do for now possibly are to eat healthy food with more protein, like wakame or such and wash the hair once in couple of days, and do not overdo it. She also mentioned that probably the idea of me having a long hairstyle was not a good one; long hair that easily fall out means the protein at the root of the hair was not enough. She then suggested that I should wear a short hair cut throughout my life, which I will gladly tell my future hubby if ever he asks me to keep my hair long. He presumably doesn’t like to be served with hairy rice by his lovelybaldly wife, instead of hairy crab as his lunch meal.
Here, I am blaming nothing for the loss of my hair. This is just a confession of my love for winter. Sigh!
My body heat is always warmer than the average Jane or Joe (I would like to think so) which somehow acted on the protein at the root of my hair. Before I bored everyone to death by going into the scientific details, let me put it in a plain sentence, my hair was falling out excessively throughout summer time comparing to the winter season.
As you can deduce, under the all year summer weather of Malaysia, the same thing took place. The progressive hair thinning caused baldness at the center of my head. And having two hair whorls doesn’t help either as the open space in between them made the nakedness of the scalp prominent even from afar. Being the shortest among siblings made the ordeal worst. They would make sure that I comprehended it well; there was a location on my head that was not having enough hairs to cover the scalp and that was a bad thing because I am a girl. Both of them, the boys, would take turn pointing it out to me every time they walked passed by.
Ah! It’s genetic by the way. No. Not inherited from my father’s side. He had soft pretty black thin waving hair that I love to touch. Playing with his hair was the last thing I remembered of him before he was wheeled into the ICU. It was actually a combination of both. My mother had strong curly thick black hair that started to turn white in her late 30’s. Her hair loss started earlier, after giving birth to me until she decided to have short hair style in her late 40's. Me, I have a soft thin waving black hair, that love to fall.
Then, the magic ensued. I started to learn that I was gaining more hair than ever since the end of 2006. The hair softer than usual and I can keep it long, something I never did in Malaysia. The temperature was cold and so the skin of the scalp. Last year, when I went back to Malaysia for holiday on March, my mother noticed that more hair was growing on the spot. And then, thanks to summer and build up stress, the falling hair syndrome began once again. So now, I am eagerly waiting for this winter.
Actually, I was in-debt to a makcik who is a salon owner here for giving me ideas of maintaining healthier hairs even without winter in the future. The girls brought me to her shop, after I pleaded them because I cannot stand seeing the falling hair all over the house anymore, to cut short my long hair. Right after getting the not so trendy Lady D's hairstyle, I asked her if she had any medicine to help my hair grows healthily. By the way, she was also commenting about my thinning hair while doing her job. She told me that because I am young, this problem probably because of the trait inherited. She had a few commercial protein remedies for hair but she would not suggest it. The best things to do for now possibly are to eat healthy food with more protein, like wakame or such and wash the hair once in couple of days, and do not overdo it. She also mentioned that probably the idea of me having a long hairstyle was not a good one; long hair that easily fall out means the protein at the root of the hair was not enough. She then suggested that I should wear a short hair cut throughout my life, which I will gladly tell my future hubby if ever he asks me to keep my hair long. He presumably doesn’t like to be served with hairy rice by his lovely
Here, I am blaming nothing for the loss of my hair. This is just a confession of my love for winter. Sigh!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Dear Winter....
My dear winter, you are here again. My last winter in Japan, I guess. The temperature drop so suddendly. It is cold all over again. The bright red yellow autumn is saying goodbye with heavy non-stop raining. At the moment my brain is almost frozen that I can't write of our little adventure visiting autumn in Kyoto last weekend, koyou in Kyoto.
Will do that soon. Oh! Autumn is just sooooo beautiful.
Will do that soon. Oh! Autumn is just sooooo beautiful.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The day I was born years ago.....
Nothing to shout about of my birthday. And today, instead of celebrating, I will be doing another mice operations the whole day, for the second consequative day. Yeah! What can I expect? I am a student anyway. (^_^)
However, the best thing about celebrating my birthday is that at this time of the year, I will again have a chance to analyze the life, my life. I have been living this life wonderfully, have a good health, best family and relatives and friends. Looking back at my past years of living, there were many stages of life which taught me the meaning of love, hardship, endurance and success. The stages of experiences did made me who I am today. Thus, now I am seeing the world from a different perspective and it may again change in the next coming years. I wish that there will be many for me to see, witness, embrace and celebrate in the coming year.
In short, I am glad for everythings. Thank God!
I love me, me, me....pls pardon my narcicissm
Monday, November 9, 2009
Horoscope of me?
I am one of the girls who love to read the horoscope. Yeah, it is unacceptable to believe in astrology (scientist?!) but anyway, I was never one of the believers. It was just for fun because now and then, it provides me with a good remembrance about my own self. Occasionally the horoscope will go like; ‘You should not expect that everyone is looking at things the same way as you do’. And in my opinion, it is good because it jog my memory of my old me.
If people know me well, they will also know that I am technically a possessive type of person, my personal characteristic that I hate so much. Up until one point, I tried to detach my life from things or people around me because I was afraid of the consequences. But I guess ignoring the personality and wish that it will just fly away will do nothing good. I need a reminder, so that I could control the trait. That’s the reason I read the horoscope, to strike a chord. Nevertheless, it usually can be disregard if it read like something similar to the next line; ‘You will receive a certain amount of money from your close relative.’ By the way, I am quite a narcissist, please pardon me for that.
I love me, me, me, me......
Thursday, November 5, 2009
100 yen plaza - day out with Ila II
One of my favourite places if stress is too much to handle....(^_~). By the way, beside being nominated as an AJK masjid, I was elected as an AJK 100yen shop...hhmmmmm......
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Divert from the present to live in the present
"Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why we call it 'The Present'." attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt.
Enjoy the seasonal luxuries that life has to offer. Forget about past and never indulge too much about future. This principle can be found in some life teachings.
Easier said than done, that is quote is all about. Sigh! Sometimes, it is hard to let the worries of the future to just go away. Not as easy as letting the waves of the sea to swept away the sands on the beaches. And then, there are some heartaches of the past that have taken places somewhere in the memories. It is all hard to erase because we are only human, full of weakness. And yet life is so beautiful and not to be abandon. At least for me, I don't want the seasons to pass without being part of it.
Me, myself as an example; once a while I will have a brush with life’s realities. By having a fragile heart (literally) it makes my life a little more difficult to handle. But then again, because I live in the present time, I need to push myself to come face to face with my own sadness, or worries or above all, my own weakness. Sometimes, I can feel like the blood is flowing out from the heart (again, literally!). At time, I can feel that the pain is so real that I wish I can have painkiller (such as pana*ol, Oh!) to take away the pain. It is hard. Really hard! So hard that I wish I can sleep trough the whole process of grieving and then wake up feeling on the top of the world.
During this time, many people will take a short-cut lane; either booze or drug. However, those will only provide temporarily relief. Once the effects have gone, the pains come back haunting. Human is so weak that they will again and again seek the alcohol and drugs for the temporarily solace. At the end, however, come the addictions and the consequences that follow will sometimes cost life long miseries. There are many blogs describing the life of ex-addicts available in the internet which become one of my sources of inspirations of not to become one.
Up until now, I always choose the pain and grief. And then try to divert myself from them. It is often does not work for the first time. Never work for me. But being persistent in changing life patterns and activities, one fine day, I always find my shelters of solace. Now, the shelters are consisted of a few things; internet, blog’s hopping, FB, music, camera, good companions, coffee, travels, cooking, shopping and the final one, eating. None of those worked for the first time but in life, people should just keep trying. And pray. After all, we're just human.
Enjoy the seasonal luxuries that life has to offer. Forget about past and never indulge too much about future. This principle can be found in some life teachings.
Easier said than done, that is quote is all about. Sigh! Sometimes, it is hard to let the worries of the future to just go away. Not as easy as letting the waves of the sea to swept away the sands on the beaches. And then, there are some heartaches of the past that have taken places somewhere in the memories. It is all hard to erase because we are only human, full of weakness. And yet life is so beautiful and not to be abandon. At least for me, I don't want the seasons to pass without being part of it.
Me, myself as an example; once a while I will have a brush with life’s realities. By having a fragile heart (literally) it makes my life a little more difficult to handle. But then again, because I live in the present time, I need to push myself to come face to face with my own sadness, or worries or above all, my own weakness. Sometimes, I can feel like the blood is flowing out from the heart (again, literally!). At time, I can feel that the pain is so real that I wish I can have painkiller (such as pana*ol, Oh!) to take away the pain. It is hard. Really hard! So hard that I wish I can sleep trough the whole process of grieving and then wake up feeling on the top of the world.
During this time, many people will take a short-cut lane; either booze or drug. However, those will only provide temporarily relief. Once the effects have gone, the pains come back haunting. Human is so weak that they will again and again seek the alcohol and drugs for the temporarily solace. At the end, however, come the addictions and the consequences that follow will sometimes cost life long miseries. There are many blogs describing the life of ex-addicts available in the internet which become one of my sources of inspirations of not to become one.
Up until now, I always choose the pain and grief. And then try to divert myself from them. It is often does not work for the first time. Never work for me. But being persistent in changing life patterns and activities, one fine day, I always find my shelters of solace. Now, the shelters are consisted of a few things; internet, blog’s hopping, FB, music, camera, good companions, coffee, travels, cooking, shopping and the final one, eating. None of those worked for the first time but in life, people should just keep trying. And pray. After all, we're just human.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Early birthday celebrations
My birthday this year came early as I had celebrated it twice, even before 11 November. First was at Isma's and then yesterday, Shima's.
Isma's first son birthday was at then end of October. Thus, Isma and family invited almost everyone from Malaysia and Indonesia for a celebration party last Saturday. Knowing that my birthday is just around the corner, she made a cake for me aswell, a chocolate cake. I felt like a schoolgirl once again....hehehe!
Yesterday, Shima invited Ila and I for lunch. Her way to welcome Ila's visit to Tokushima. She knew Ila back then in USM, they were working in the same lab. The lunch, it was a kampung style of set which included budu, ikan bakar and gulai tempoyak with ulam-ulaman and sambal belacan. A complete set for lunch which reminded us of Restauran Cikgu of KB. The best thing was for dessert, another birthday cake for me, another chocolate cake!
I am bless with so many good hearted friends. Thanks a lot!
By the way, in the morning Ila and I went for shopping in the 100yen shopping plaza near my house that made both of us grining from ear to ear. This was the first visit for Ila and she was happy to have bought most of the souviniers.
All I can say is 100yen shop is the best place to shop in Japan because you can find almost everything in one go and that too at the lowest price. Though most of the things sold are from China, the quality is good.
Isma's first son birthday was at then end of October. Thus, Isma and family invited almost everyone from Malaysia and Indonesia for a celebration party last Saturday. Knowing that my birthday is just around the corner, she made a cake for me aswell, a chocolate cake. I felt like a schoolgirl once again....hehehe!
Yesterday, Shima invited Ila and I for lunch. Her way to welcome Ila's visit to Tokushima. She knew Ila back then in USM, they were working in the same lab. The lunch, it was a kampung style of set which included budu, ikan bakar and gulai tempoyak with ulam-ulaman and sambal belacan. A complete set for lunch which reminded us of Restauran Cikgu of KB. The best thing was for dessert, another birthday cake for me, another chocolate cake!
I am bless with so many good hearted friends. Thanks a lot!
By the way, in the morning Ila and I went for shopping in the 100yen shopping plaza near my house that made both of us grining from ear to ear. This was the first visit for Ila and she was happy to have bought most of the souviniers.
All I can say is 100yen shop is the best place to shop in Japan because you can find almost everything in one go and that too at the lowest price. Though most of the things sold are from China, the quality is good.
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