Its been more than a month since my last post in December.
First of all allow me to wish Happy New Year 2009 to all readers. May this year be blessed with happiness, peaceful, prosperous and above all.. good health.
Recently, I turned mid 30s - wow! what a long journey of life I have been through. Looking back at what I have done to myself the last one year... gosh! nothing much - what a waste of time!
Have tried to fulfill my life with something that is more meaningful but always fail.. Reason I always use is nothing else but.. time constrain..
Come to think of it, everybody are getting the same 24-hours a day but why am I using this as a big ticket to escape?? I myself know the answer.. mis-management of time.. but still, as a human, I never want to admit my weaknesses.
With the change of number in my age, I do hope that I become wiser, good in managing time and above all be grateful on what have been given by Allah the almighty. Amen!
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Monday, 1 December 2008
Mumbai's Attack
The recent Mumbai attacked was a tragedy to us – the Hannover Re staff. A day before the tragedy, three of my colleagues were flown into Mumbai for a meeting – 1 local, 2 Germans.
Thursday morning (27th Nov), my colleague called and informed about the incident and they are staying exactly at the under siege hotel – The Taj Mahal.
Friday, 28th Nov: When I came in my colleagues mentioned that the 2 Germans are contactable. 1 of them will be flying out to Germany and another back to KL but still no news of Hema – the local.
Her husband flies into Mumbai with a hope he can locate her. From time to time Hema’s boss contacting her husband.
Saturday, 29th Nov: Still no news of her… Later close to midnight, her department colleague text me… Her husband finally found her… He recognize her through her heart patient chain she wore, her body nearly burnt and that’s the reason the husband couldn’t recognize her… I was terribly sorry over the news and inform some of my colleagues about it…
Her body will be flown to KL and arrive on Monday morning. The funeral will take place on Tuesday – waiting for her children who study abroad to come back. I’ll be going for the funeral tomorrow and hope I will not breakdown and cry…
To Hema, may your soul rest in peace... and to the rest of the victim. Amen.
Saturday, 29 November 2008
An Experience I'll Never Forget
Recently I was diagnosed with endometriosis – a kind of fibroid. The gynaecologist also found cyst on my right ovary and he informed that there are few options I can choose from to tackle this illness – pills, jap or surgery. Having discussed this with my boss, I choose to go for surgery. The date is fixed 3-weeks later that is on 4th November 2008. During that period I was so tensed, so worried and I lost quite a number of weight.
Tuesday, 4th Nov: Finally, the day shows its face. I was alone registering myself to the hospital – none of my family were told (I just don’t want them to worry) and the worst part, the person who I can rely was abroad. Around 2pm, the nurses start to take blood, get me change to the surgery gown and etc. This is a painful experience to me as I never get any jap after my primary 6, no one is there with me – I felt a bit sad but I choose it to be like that.
When the anaesthetist comes, he put me to unconscious and takes me to the operating theatre. There onwards I don’t know what happen until around six I was waken up by the doctor and they took me to the ward- room 603. I was not fully conscious and when one of my colleague came, I still drowsy. That night, until the day I was discharged, the doctor and nurses never stop looking after me, giving medicine, take blood pressure count, etc..etc..
Wednesday, 5th Nov: in the morning, the nurses help to clean my body. I was still weak, I can’t move and I was on the urine tube, blood tube and on soluble diet. During the day, my colleagues came and visit me. I was still weak that time. The person I can rely came and visit me the same evening (he came back one day earlier due to an urgent meeting he has to attend). Another colleague of mine from the same department came and visit me along with his girlfriend that evening.
Thursday, 6th Nov: still on tube, I can’t move. Life is so bored.
Friday, 7th Nov: that person come and visits me again – today is his birthday. Unfortunately, I can’t celebrate his birthday due to my condition but I make it a point that when I recover, I’ll make up that missing moment. Having chat for quite sometimes, he finally makes a move…
I am supposed to check out on Saturday but I had slight fever today afternoon and my gynae doesn’t allow me. He further convince that I can’t check out when he learn that I am going to be alone at home. This make me sick and I couldn’t take it anymore – staying further in the hospital can make me crazy - I was crying and crying.
Saturday, 8th Nov: called my boss and update him on my progress. He is unable to visit me as he is having fever. My colleague visits me again in the morning. He stays for sometimes and the same night my uni-mate visit me with her mother and sister – am surprised but happy that she turns up. They are nice people… they are willing to send me home (all the way from Damansara) if no one help me when I check out.
Sunday, 9th Nov: finally I can check out. The person I can rely suppose to fetch me but he has to attend to something in the morning therefore unable to do so. I call my colleague and he fetches me. Around 11 he arrive and finally, I am free from the hospital… Drop by the office for a while to take my books, my boss is there and he does everything for me - carry books, open the door, send me down…
I will be on medical leave until the 3rd Dec, stay all alone at home… Hopefully, I’ll recover faster and that I am mobile to go here and there especially to my exam which starts from 19th Nov.
Just hope for the best out of this faith…. and to my friends who all these while give me courage, thanks a lot - I appreciate it very much.
Tuesday, 4th Nov: Finally, the day shows its face. I was alone registering myself to the hospital – none of my family were told (I just don’t want them to worry) and the worst part, the person who I can rely was abroad. Around 2pm, the nurses start to take blood, get me change to the surgery gown and etc. This is a painful experience to me as I never get any jap after my primary 6, no one is there with me – I felt a bit sad but I choose it to be like that.
When the anaesthetist comes, he put me to unconscious and takes me to the operating theatre. There onwards I don’t know what happen until around six I was waken up by the doctor and they took me to the ward- room 603. I was not fully conscious and when one of my colleague came, I still drowsy. That night, until the day I was discharged, the doctor and nurses never stop looking after me, giving medicine, take blood pressure count, etc..etc..
Wednesday, 5th Nov: in the morning, the nurses help to clean my body. I was still weak, I can’t move and I was on the urine tube, blood tube and on soluble diet. During the day, my colleagues came and visit me. I was still weak that time. The person I can rely came and visit me the same evening (he came back one day earlier due to an urgent meeting he has to attend). Another colleague of mine from the same department came and visit me along with his girlfriend that evening.
Thursday, 6th Nov: still on tube, I can’t move. Life is so bored.
Friday, 7th Nov: that person come and visits me again – today is his birthday. Unfortunately, I can’t celebrate his birthday due to my condition but I make it a point that when I recover, I’ll make up that missing moment. Having chat for quite sometimes, he finally makes a move…
I am supposed to check out on Saturday but I had slight fever today afternoon and my gynae doesn’t allow me. He further convince that I can’t check out when he learn that I am going to be alone at home. This make me sick and I couldn’t take it anymore – staying further in the hospital can make me crazy - I was crying and crying.
Saturday, 8th Nov: called my boss and update him on my progress. He is unable to visit me as he is having fever. My colleague visits me again in the morning. He stays for sometimes and the same night my uni-mate visit me with her mother and sister – am surprised but happy that she turns up. They are nice people… they are willing to send me home (all the way from Damansara) if no one help me when I check out.
Sunday, 9th Nov: finally I can check out. The person I can rely suppose to fetch me but he has to attend to something in the morning therefore unable to do so. I call my colleague and he fetches me. Around 11 he arrive and finally, I am free from the hospital… Drop by the office for a while to take my books, my boss is there and he does everything for me - carry books, open the door, send me down…
I will be on medical leave until the 3rd Dec, stay all alone at home… Hopefully, I’ll recover faster and that I am mobile to go here and there especially to my exam which starts from 19th Nov.
Just hope for the best out of this faith…. and to my friends who all these while give me courage, thanks a lot - I appreciate it very much.
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Yogyakarta
I was in Yogyakarta for a holiday with my sister end of July. We visited two cities i.e. Yogya and Solo. Was so excited over the trip as this is the first time we are travelling together.
The hotel we are staying is so..so.. only. Wanted to go for the high end but the lower category rooms are fully booked. Somehow, I managed to secure hotel that is closed to Malioboro street.
The first day, we visit the palace, taman sari and the famous Borobudur - nothing to shout about as it is not as great as the Angkor Watt. Did visit the mount merapi Kaliurang the same evening – can still smell the sulphur.
The next day, we are off to Solo. We take train and the fare is so damn cheap – only IDR 7,000 per trip. The train is like our LRT.
I don’t know why.. I am so lazy to visit interesting places in Solo. Just walk around the bazaar, don’t buy anything here, whilst my sis is pampering herself in the saloon. Suppose to stay two nights but changed my mind as I want to watch the Ramayana Dance Theatre in Prambanan.
We had our lunch at one of the local stall – bakso… wow, its so tasty. Whilst for dinner, we have nasi padang….
The next day, I went back to Yogya… take afternoon train.. so packed. Arrive Yogya, purchase the theatre ticket. Tonight, we gonna watch the theatre. Having watched… its ok la… something different.
Sunday… is a shopping day. I walk along the Malioboro street from one shop to another. Managed to buy 2 pairs of kebaya for myself, 1 pair for my uni-mate, 2 sarongs for my sis and 1 pair of batik for my mum. Not to mention, souvenirs for my boss and my friend, Faisal.
The last night we are in Yogya, we go to Café Vie-vie – recommended by my friends but unfortunately it is so packed. We ended up having our dinner at one of the restaurant close by Vie-vie.
It’s quite an interesting trip though I don’t really do what I want to.. watching sunrise/sunset at the Borobudur..
The hotel we are staying is so..so.. only. Wanted to go for the high end but the lower category rooms are fully booked. Somehow, I managed to secure hotel that is closed to Malioboro street.
The first day, we visit the palace, taman sari and the famous Borobudur - nothing to shout about as it is not as great as the Angkor Watt. Did visit the mount merapi Kaliurang the same evening – can still smell the sulphur.
The next day, we are off to Solo. We take train and the fare is so damn cheap – only IDR 7,000 per trip. The train is like our LRT.
I don’t know why.. I am so lazy to visit interesting places in Solo. Just walk around the bazaar, don’t buy anything here, whilst my sis is pampering herself in the saloon. Suppose to stay two nights but changed my mind as I want to watch the Ramayana Dance Theatre in Prambanan.
We had our lunch at one of the local stall – bakso… wow, its so tasty. Whilst for dinner, we have nasi padang….
The next day, I went back to Yogya… take afternoon train.. so packed. Arrive Yogya, purchase the theatre ticket. Tonight, we gonna watch the theatre. Having watched… its ok la… something different.
Sunday… is a shopping day. I walk along the Malioboro street from one shop to another. Managed to buy 2 pairs of kebaya for myself, 1 pair for my uni-mate, 2 sarongs for my sis and 1 pair of batik for my mum. Not to mention, souvenirs for my boss and my friend, Faisal.
The last night we are in Yogya, we go to Café Vie-vie – recommended by my friends but unfortunately it is so packed. We ended up having our dinner at one of the restaurant close by Vie-vie.
It’s quite an interesting trip though I don’t really do what I want to.. watching sunrise/sunset at the Borobudur..
Here are some pictures taken whilst we were there…
The Entrance of Taman Sari
In the compound of the Palace
In front of the Hall at the Palace
The Borobudur
Myself at one of the level at Borobudur
The main stupa surrounded by the small stupas
The Kaliurang Mount Merapi
The local (short distance) train to Solo
Monday, 30 June 2008
My Sweet Little One - Update 3
Hi... its my kids turn....
Received the following pictures last Saturday. Moris fell down and hurt his front tooth - it has turned gray now. He has grown up and he is a big boy already. Sometimes he just being naughty and tease Roman until he cries - poor my little baby.
They might be coming to KL next year - I can't wait to see them. Miss you boys... with lots of luv..
Moris and Roman
Look at this naughty boy..
Why my darling, who has teased you???
My sweet baby... like little cat just finished the milk
First look, people must be saying this kid is a girl... so sweet...
Here is my macho man...
My sweet baby....
These pictures were taken when they were in Boston.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Euro 2008
Euro 2008 .... Welcome.
Have the chance to watch Euro 2008. My favourite team.. Germany beat Poland 2-nil during the first opening - thanks to Lukas Podolski who scored these goals for the team.... keep it up man!.
The German team
The second game, Germany meets Croatia. Sad that they lost this game 2-1 (also scored by Lukas). I didn't manage to watch the first 70 minutes of the game. By the time I watch, the score already 2-0. Was wondering why Miroslav Klose didn't show his strength this time... I admire this player (who is with the Bayern Munich team back in Germany) the first time I watch WC 2002. Just couldn't remember the match against which country but they scored 8 goals for that game and Miroslav scored the most goals. Since then, I follow the development of this team (only if I have time). The last WC 2006, I was again frustrated as they were only managed to get the third place - lost to Italy during the last minutes of the game in the semi final...uhuk..uhuk...
Miroslave KLOSE with J.Kleinsmann
Germany won over Austria by 1-nil and it was scored by Michael Ballack... Now they move on and will meet the Portugal. They've won this game at a score of 3-2 (scored by Schweinsteiger, Klose and Ballack) that qualify them (the first team) to the semi final.. hurrayyyyy...
Yesterday, the Croat was defeated by the Turks by 3-1 (over penalty after a draw of 1-1). This means, my favourite team will meet the Turks... Gosh! hopefully they can manage to go for the finale...Finally, the semis come. Germany is meeting the Turks. Yahooooo.... they won 3-2 and yes, the Germans are going for the finale... against???? Another teams in the semis are Russia and Spain. Didn't watch this game - the result.... Spain move on to final.
This morning, I woke up to watch my favourite team play against Spain. Somehow... they don't play well, as if no spirit to win... gosh.... what happen to you guys????? where are my heroes all??? With no winning spirit, they lost to Spain 1-0. I was so frustrated. Well, its a tradition of a game there is win and lose... we have to accept it... :-(
Picture courtesy of irishblogs.ie
M I S T A K E
Mistake... what does this word means to you.... There are a few types of mistake and it depends on the discretion of individual.
Recently, I accidently done a mistake which I've promised myself I will never commit. I just couldn't forgive myself for committing this mistake and it bothers me now...
I hate myself for having commit the same stupid mistake - this is my weakness. I wish I could turn back time and correct the mistake but as proverb says "life is a drawing without an eraser". So, let the picture be our guide in the future, but this one... we, human will never remember.
Hopefully, I manage to get through this hurdle and become wiser.
Recently, I accidently done a mistake which I've promised myself I will never commit. I just couldn't forgive myself for committing this mistake and it bothers me now...
I hate myself for having commit the same stupid mistake - this is my weakness. I wish I could turn back time and correct the mistake but as proverb says "life is a drawing without an eraser". So, let the picture be our guide in the future, but this one... we, human will never remember.
Hopefully, I manage to get through this hurdle and become wiser.
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