Friday, 28 December 2007

I've been tagged...

I have been silent for a while... a lot have been asking questions. I have no reason, other than i was lazy, overwhelmed at work, emotionally 'unstable' for a while.. hence, i had been de-stressing through working like a mad woman in the clinic, stitching and watching Korean DVD. A good cry, and 'prying' into someone else's life had always made me feel good and re-focus back to my own reality!!!

i have been tagged to write a lot. One is on first love by Twinkle... however, i am postponing that as long as i can.... i thought about it.... I can't yet write about it without being emotional and tears pouring down my cheek.

Therefore, I am going to reply to the Tag i got form Burt instead. Before that....
  • I would like to congratulate young family members that had gotten their results and passed with flying colours.
  • I would like to congratulate the 2 newly wed people - sarul and diana. Of whom is yet to give me a picture of their wedding for framing!!! I'm feeling their present is un-needed!!!!
  • Conratulations to those that had realised love, fell in love, is in love (That would be everyone!!!) and will joint hands in faith (Sabrina)!
  • Thank you to Haslin for the wonderful gift. It proudly sits in my room, near the 'Main" attraction spot in my room, the TV!
I would like to apologise to others that i had:
  • misled
  • hurt
  • waited ages for a blog entry
Without waiting long: Here are the Tagging rules;
  1. Each blogger must post these rules.
  2. Each Blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
  3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
  4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and read your blog.
Eight random facts/habits about me ~
  1. I am afraid of going bald.
  2. I toss and turn in bed before i wake up in the morning. Its such an ordeal!!!
  3. I don't have many people I call friends...
  4. I am reserved. I rarely open up to people.
  5. Despite popular theories, i have had only 1 boyfriend!!
  6. I just realised my secret desire to be a 'pampered' housewife.
  7. I hate ONIONS and TOMATOES!
  8. I want companionship!!! Someone i can talk to and hug freely!!!
These are the people tagged:
  1. Iskiness
  2. Balsy
  3. Twinkle
  4. June
  5. Haslin
  6. Adeline
  7. Wardah
  8. Anyone else that seems to be reading this blog entry!!!
I would like to wish everyone
  • Selamat Hari Raya Haji
  • Merry Christmas
  • Happy New Year
  • Selamat menyambut Tahun Baru Hijrah 1429

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Pictures of cross stitches... project delayed for 6 years!

This project was meant for my niece; Hannah. It was supposed to be finished just after she was born and now she is almost 6 years old!!! I shall never live this down. I had plenty of reasons why it wasn't completed sooner... and its all REAL!! None of that excuses mentioned in Twinkle's blog entry!

I kept it in a box for at least 3 years thinking would be moving house soon. I was misled. Then, I only had backstitching to do... I completed all the back stitches in 5 days i think.

So,... Haslin and June... This is proof 1!! More to come...


I took picture of the details :)


The charms were easy to add...

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

cross stitching

I was invited by 2 of my friends to go to a bookstore not well known to people. This book store offered books of different ranges, particularly romance. However, other genre are widely available.

I browsed through the shelves... i was tempted... but there weren't anything i was dying to get. As i was about to give up hope, i spotted a stack of magazines.... and lo and behold... a stack of cross stitching magazines...

I was immediately in cloud nine. I looked through several magazines and found a few charts that i was interested in stitching. The lady charged a dollar per page - scanned with colour. To some that may be a bit steep and perhaps it is... but its better to get charts you wanted to stitch than buying several magazines with nothing that holds your interest. In the end, it probably is more economical!!!

Anyways,... my 2 lady friends were not quite convinced that i stitch... and i stitch quite beautifully and neatly!!! I take pride in my work. They required proof of my work... hence,... in the next few blog entries, you will probably see me showing off my work just to prove to some friends what i am capable of ;P :) All in good fun :)

reflection on work...

When do you think one can be free... to have time to one's self to do want to do what one want... to have one's agenda without being interrupted?? In my experience, you won't have that chance, however, one should seize every opportunity available to carry out tasks or fulfill one's demanding social calendar to one's best ability!!!!!

Often also, you cannot please people no matter how hard you try. There are always things that are unsatisfactory. However, i personally believe that you have no one to please except yourself. If you had done a good job - it should be enough. we should not find approval in others.

These thoughts of wisdom was a result of a meeting i had this afternoon. Meetings always made you reflect back. Not all meetings are bad :) :P i believe in "Good Attitude" and responsibility towards work commitments. ;)

Friday, 30 November 2007

Busy...

Dearest (especially Burt and baby) people...

I have been busy lately.

  1. I have a cousin's wedding to attend, hence, i drive up and down KB just to be there.
  2. December is generally a busy month at the clinic... and so... been occupied with work.
  3. Moving house is not that easy... i have many boxes to unpack during the weekends.
  4. I have friends to visit and see...
  5. My house is at the ulu, and so, i take every opportunity in "TOWN" when i am there.
  6. Another cousin is getting married in February, and i am getting ready for that.
  7. I have patient's new schedule to prepare for next year!
  8. I am tired.....
  9. I have nothing to write, though i have been tagged to write about 'my first love' and 'music'.
And so... i hope every stays calm... I shall blog soon... and i hope very soon...

Shall i blog about music? my first love? or just a meaningless forwarded email?? or a questionnaire?

Thursday, 22 November 2007

locked in the toilet

I told my patients that i would not be taking any leave end of this year... hence, attendance to the clinic has been super good! I am always full.... justt enough to clear my table before the next patient walks in... sometimes.... i dont even have time for that.... the patients are already knockinng on the door.... but.. it has been good.

This afternoon, i had an autistic patient comin to the clinic. We were going to work on language, particularly counting and more vocabulary in sentences. He wasn't in a good mood for the past couple of weeks, and had to do therapy outside therapy room. He hides behind mummy's back just to avoid me.

I was clever today.... Since KB had much changed... i brouht him for a walk around the hospital.. counting.. holding hands... and looking around... we still achieve my goals, but executed differently. I somehow managed to get him into my therapy room and started to do work.

Then,... "I need to go toilet" he said... and so we ran to the public toilet. I supervised from outside... giving verbal instructions. "Sit on the toilet", "Are you done?" "Flush the toilet" then comes.. "Open the door"... and.... pull.... pulll.... pull.... and then... scream.... the door wouldn't budge...

"SHHHHHH. Calm down. Listen. Sit and wait" (he is not ood at waiting... post 5 seconds, he is up again!) he locked the door from inside and didn't know how to unlock it.

i had to quickly run to the next bunch of men... and asked them to help me open the door from inside. The boy... was already screaming. making him understand help is on the way is not easy. I have to keep my voice up just so he can hear me above his screams... then.. "Shhhhh. I'm coming. Lets count. 1 2 3..."

Needless to say, the door opened... and he rushed out. I was gonna hug him because he ot me worried... but he had not washed his hands... so that was first. "wash your hands" and "say thank you" then we walked off.

I finally gave him the hug in the clinic... and we talked a bit about how he felt. I had plenty of words...

I told the mum what happened... Mummy smiled. She said... He's locked h imself iin the car once. But he was able to follow instructions as the windows was clear. Mum understood that he is unable to follow instructions! Thank god!!

Anyways... Next time any of my kids wants to go to the toilet, we run like the wind... but doors are AJAR!!!

Thursday, 15 November 2007

its easier to diss other people's flaws than to think and reflect about yourself... Plus, i find it a good sport! :P I am not particularly mean, but... truthfully... its a sport everyone enjoys... the tongue lashing :) My specialty is often 'sindiran'. (the mind does not think too well at the moment as i can't think of the equivalent English word!!!)

I see no harm in giving honest opinions especially when asked for it. I usually do not save or reserved the option of going safe, slow or even 'nice'. In my experience, when you express empathy and/or sympathy,... people often feel they are understood and do not take the high road to 'reinvent' them selves or make a wrong, right...

Opinions are exactly that... opinions... however, facts of life, and rules that need to be obeyed are something else... Example, when i say to a patient that he/she should seek counselling or even report to the police of abuse happening at home to him/her and his/her children... I expect it to be followed. However, when it is not, I can't help feel disapointed. I won't mask the feeling of disapointment to spare the other person's feeling as I, feel it is wrong to subject yourself to such a torment, what more innocent children!!!

I especially hate hiprocacy... that just makes my blood boil. You say something to one person but as soon as you turn you back, you say and act something else... I do not tolerate it... But somehow, that is going beyond the scope of this entry.... back to it...

It is also nice to have the option of expressing one's self... say towards a group of friends. I feel that if you can't express your truest opinions and thoughts to the people you love or trust... what is the use of having them? be alone. be a hermit.

Plus, when people are in the heat of expressing their opinions, people are often thoughtless (of which i am) and... what ever was said should be taken with a pinch of salt... However, the validity of such opinions remains logical, credible and resonable. minus the heat!!!

Anyways, no one should force their opinions on others, regardless it being THE BEST opinion and SHOULD be followed. However, the person giving the opinion reserves the choice to be disappointed with the stupid person who asked for it but did not follow it in the first place. My opinion that is :P hahahahahaha...

Sunday, 11 November 2007

Translation

A lot of people think translation work is easy if you are fluent in the languages you are translating! WRONG!!! Its a lot harder and complex than just translating.... especially when you are translating into a more formal language than the normal 'slang' we use everyday.

I find using proper Bahasa Melayu everyday a challenge. What more using Bahasa Brunei. and when i have to write reports in Bahasa Melayu, i cringe and always ask if we get the alternative of writting it in English instead.... Its not that i am not fluent in Bahasa Melayu.. i think my skills are acceptable, and my standard malay is pretty impressive... however, using Bahasa Melayu in a formal, business setting is different from speaking it.

Often, words you rarely use when you speak are needed when you write to express yourself eloquently and politely. Often, my boss would say... "Your Bahasa Melayu is horrible" or just laugh it off and asks me to re-write it again.... She often would also give guidelines... and words she thinks is important to be used. Yesterday, we had our routine monthly staff meeting. I handed her a letter i wrote in Bahasa Melayu and she said my usage had improved. I smiled. It was a lot of effort :P

I just finished translating and reading through passages that needed to be done for a book i am collaborating in. It felt like my head had split into millions of pieces... i can't feel my head... everywhere i press.. i feel pain... i don't even know if the sentences made sense or not!!! But i hope it does, because i can't do it any more... I had been doing this since early this week... and its a torment... i cannot live with a pounding head! simply cannot.... its not negotiable!!!

With that done, i have several other pieces of work that needed me using Bahasa Melayu... Thank god i had sense to purchase DWIBAHASA kamus early on in my professional life!!! But today, tonight... I'll stop here and take a break... start again on Tuesday!

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

What does love mean?

This was forwarded to me by a friend.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:


"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8


"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4


"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6


"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4


"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make ! sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7


"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8


"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)


"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)


"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7


"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6


"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8


"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6


"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7


"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4


"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4



"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6


"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8


And the final one --

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just s at there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"


When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need. All you do is simply say the following small prayer for the person who sent you this.

God bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing this day! And may their life be full of your peace, prosperity and power as he/she seeks to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.

Monday, 5 November 2007

Seven deadly sins

I read Burt's blog and he had this... and i decided to take it... hehehehe... the results don't lie :P I am memang pemalas :P My family can vouch for this,... though i can be hard working when i want to... take the quiz and see for yourself, what you are...

Greed:Very Low
 
Gluttony:Medium
 
Wrath:Medium
 
Sloth:High
 
Envy:Very Low
 
Lust:Very Low
 
Pride:Low
 


Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Friday, 2 November 2007

Growing old...

My parents wanted me to accompany them to "beraya" to their friend's house which is about 20 mins away at 90 km/hr. This was their high school friend and her name is Dk Damit, though she is more popularly known as Dk Small. I like the popular version better. and she lives up to her name.

My parents promised to met up another friend 'Amin" at the petrol station at Lumapas. However, this friend, not knowing where lumapas was, he stayed at the Limau Manis's petrol station... We waited and waited... only to find out her was still there... needless to say, we were going up and down the roads for a hour. We were late by 1.5 hours!!! (I had a headache!!!)

I was eating away and te parents and their friends were chatting and discussing and remenicing old times... things they did.. fun they had... they alsoo exchanged words and news such as whom is where... how everyone's health is... and whom had died, why and where...

It came to the soberring topic of aging. The lady (Dk Small).. she was saying that in her area, there are not a lot of the old people now. Most of them have died... and that leaves her and her siblings to be the "elders" in their village.

She also said that she had never imagined or visualised herself to be in such a position. Time flies too fast for her to realise it, then... it just happened.

It was as if, she changed from a youth having fun, to an aging old-ER woman instantly!

It didn't stop me thinking.... One day... I will be growing old... and would be one of the elders... what then???

Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Funny things about being a Speech Language Therapist...

A friend emailed me this :) I love it... read on...

TOP TEN REASONS TO BE A SPEECH LANGUAGE THERAPIST (SLT)

10. We have ways of making you talk
9. We know what the name of the little thing that hangs in the back of your throat is called
8. SLP is more than just lip service
7. [wil/`vtutraenskraib]
6. You're always analyzing your friend's speech
5. You think it's cool to hear someone swallow
4. Someone has to help Cindy Brady
3. We like to hear ourselves talk
2. You know how to say "larynx" correctly
1. You can legally brainwash people by making them repeat the same phrase over and over again

TOP TEN REASONS TO MARRY AN SLT

10. Get your mother in laws hearing tested free
9. Translates pet talk
8. Uses appropriate sign language - except when driving
7. Early diagnosis of dementia
6. Unlimited thickening fluids
5. Steady income - for weeks at a time
4. Free oral-peripheral exams
3. Good vocal hygiene
2. Knowledgeable in tongue-thrust remediation
1. Can distinguish women from cross-dressers based on pitch, intensity and intonation patterns

TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE AN SLT (MY FAV top 10!!! HA HA HA HA!!!!!! Its so wrong... yet so funny!!!)

10. We'll prove that doing it slow makes it smoother
9. We can make you scream in all the right ways
8. One hour sessions are our speciality
7. We'll teach you how to make the "OH" face
6. We know how to get your strongest muscle up
5. We know the value of frequency
4. We love intensity
3. We know how to swallow
2. It's all about tongue placement
1. We do it orally!

YOU MIGHT BE AN SLT IF....................

10. You casually drop the words "diadochokinetic rates" at parties to impress your friends
9. You are the only adult you know who still plays with bubbles on a daily basis and enjoys it
8. You write your child's first words phonetically
7. You get excited about flavoured tongue depressors
6. During informal conversations with friends, you often interject "good speech!" or "nice talking!"
5. You take dysfluency data during speeches and sermons
4. Children seem to gravitate to you during social events
3. Instead of saying to your friends "What a cute baby!" you say " Does he vocalize in two or three syllables?"
2. You can recite the Ling 6 sound test backwards
1. You make casual eye contact with people's mouths during casual conversations

Thursday, 25 October 2007

at the hospital

I went to the hospital, bringing our housekeeper, to see the skin specialist after she had done something to her skin to aggrevate an allergy - creating such ugly and worriying rash, spreading through out her body... I just left her prescription at the pharmacist's window, waiting to be billed.

It was a busy day, and it took a while. All seats were occupied. I didn't really have much choice but sat in front of this lady and her daughter. They looked unkempt. I am such a snob that i looked down on them... thinking how they didn't take the effort to dress up, like the lady didn't clean up well... her dress weren't pressed properly.. her scarf did not match and more horrible thoughts....

As i was sitting there... I looked at the lady and her daughter closely. Having said they were not 'properly' dressed... i noticed the kid had more discipline than other kids properly dressed (beautifully and more expensive) in the hospital at that time. She sat properly, quietly. She hugged her mum, because she gave her a sweet from her tatty bag.

The lady and her daughter exchanged glances, hugs, kisses. it was genuine. It wasn't one of those hugs kids give you because they want something in return!!! I was humbled... I quickly appologised (in my head)... I realised I was a snob.. judging the exterior without knowing what's inside...

I am sure the lady would not want to be in a situation where she is not at her best... where she cannot give her children the best,.. but i suppose, that was the best she could afford at the moment... I felt so ashamed of being a snob. I never did realise i could be one of those people i loathed to be!!!

I then was forced to think back to my childhood... Though I wasn't as 'poor' as the lady and her child appeared to be, but i was far from being affluent. There were times, I wanted things but was too expensive. There were times i wanted to join in school trips, but knew it would be a ridiculous thing to ask. But all these times, I never had a friend saying to me... I am sorry you are poor and unable to join us....

To the lady and daughter at the pharmacist... I am truly sorry... I learnt a valuable lesson... You made me realise, there are always things within ourselves that we can improve and change, if we take the time to reflect... Thank you..

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

you know...

Recently, I have relocated to a new address. It is far away from where i used to grow up in. Readjustment is a necessity not just for me but the whole family, including extended family members. We are no longer free to make plans at a whimp's thought. I have, and so have the others, know we now live deep within a village...

You know you live in a village when:
1. You leave the house at 6.30 am but still gets stuck in traffic on your way to work every morning.
2. People drive insanely slow on the roads.
3. You think your heart will explode from driving at 50 or worst 35 km/hr on roads leading to the main roads / highways.
But others are blind to your hardship.
4. Road users just exited their lanes though they see your car fast approaching. And when you are behind them, they drive
at a ridiculous speed of 20-40 km/hr when you were going 80 km/hr.
5. You no longer drive fast. Instead you drive constantly at a speed not exceeding 80 km/hr to reduce consumtion of petrol,
hence budgeting your needs.
6. You do not feel the urge to move from the house unless something major happened - its too far!!!
7. You are no longer invited to impromtu activities as it takes you more than 30 minutes to just get to Gadong on a non-
busy day of normal traffic flow.
8. People on the road home recognize your car and hoots or waves at you.
9. People realise your family's car activities, and stare as your car moves up and down the lanes passing their houses... and
you think... God! Tongues are going to wag!!
10. You wake up on morning, and the air outside is much cooler, and there is peace and an element of serenity to the
surroundings.
11. You see monkeys, squirrels and cows everywhere.
12. You see different kinds of the bug variety and bigger mosquitoes.
13. There is mist linggering around the trees even at 7 am.
14. When it rains, it pours. HEAVILY!
15. The roads are not looked after properly by the authority.
16. You dont go home late as the roads at night are dark and it gets freaky.

I am sure the sister-hood has more to add to the list... Its not a complaint... its a re-adjustment after 30 years living around Bandar Seri Begawan / Gadong area where its about 5 minutes away from each location at one point in our lives to this.. its a big change... but a change, which i am sure everyone agress, we all are making constantly. Living far has taught some of us to plan the day ahead well... also manage time more wisely... so, yeah... something good always happen out of things / events.

Sunday, 21 October 2007

Some pictures of the kids while they were in my room, enjoying each other's company as well as watching Harry Potter and Barbie :) as well as drinking Soya Bean and eating 'keropok'.










Thursday, 18 October 2007

I have internet connection at home...

We just got connected at home... We have a land line... and we also have espeed.... YEAH!!! cicilised at last :P

Tonight, my younger cousins are sleeping over. 2 younger girls from my paternal side and 1 boy from my maternal side.

Hannah is my niece. She is 5 years old. Azra is my cousin. She is 6 years old. Syahmie is my cousin. He is 5 years old.

The girls rarely meet the boy. and when they do, they go crazy!

Each girl claim to be the love of Syahmie. and the poor boy, just stood there... I am not quite sure if the loves it, or just pretends to stand it. He gets more hugs and kisses than i do!

Funny things the kids says:

hannah: Why do girls like boys? Because they are cute!

Me: Azra, Why do girls like boys?
Azra: Because they are girlfriend and boyfriend.

Me: Why do boys like girls, mie?
syahmie: because they are pondan!

Hannah: Why do girls wear sexy clothes? Because they want boys to like them kah??

;) I hope you like it :)

I talk to all of you soon...

Thursday, 11 October 2007

SELAMAT HARI RAYA

Dear readers,

I will be taking, yet another leave. This is my last day of work and will be back to work on 5th november 2007. However, in between, i will still have sessions in Tutong Disrict. Why? otherwise, they would be seen next year as my schedule is full... kesian jua kan.... nevermind... its just a day.... i do not mind... plus... i am sure, during my working hours, i have been fiddling my thumb or doing something unsubstantial... hence, this is like a "balas balik waktu kerja" supaya gaji yang kita dapati HALAL! ;)

ANYWAYS.....since i won't be patroning this blog for a while, i would like to wish all readers Selamat Hari Raya... I know i have said this earlier... but I like this to be the last entry i write in until i come back ;)

Have a good Raya... DRIVE SAFE PEOPLE... (It does not hurt to drive slow! I do! I drive 80 - 100 km/hr from bandar to KB!!!)

Wednesday, 10 October 2007

cinta is love...

I was blog hopping... something i do not do often... and i came upon this site http://cintaislove.wordpress.com

I read the first entry, the one he has currently is titled 'Someone' and i was like... WOW!!!

I often hear Dj Jenny on kristal name dropping, however, i never go and read his blog until today. Something drove me there...

He started the blog because he wanted to express his love for his 'Ayu', a work colleague, (whom also happens to reselbles one of his old crush that had died several years ago in a car crash) whom is engaged to another, but whom he belives he is in love with, and hence, the journey of him and AYU begins.... the drama is heart wrenching.

A lot of people are hooked to his blog / site because they want to know what happened... and what his reaction to it is...

A lot more female readers i believe patrons his site.... however, the odd, men are there... leaving footprints as proof that they do read actively as their counterparts.

I am lucky, ZUL (the blog owner) just recently started writing... but he wrote frequently. and comments are aplenty... but... i read through all of them... word by word! it took me a couple of hours, including interruptions (sorry folks) from friends and family on MSN and Yahoo! Messenger.

Just last month, Zul came to his senses, and figured that AYU is not the deserving one... after many comments and advices from blog readers. many are emotional... but, all were taken in good stride! I like his attitude.

At least one reader i know of, fell in love with him and wanted to know him more seriously and was devestated when this feeling had not been reciprocated as she anticipated... and the drama is all there for all to see and read.

However, Zul, being a ladies man, managed to get this reader back to the comments page... though she is not as active as she used to.

Zul also made many good friends through his site... I like that as well...

The recent blog entry, 'Someone' was like a love letter meant for someone, a girl he knew before Ayu, but only now realised he LOVES her.... He had not confessed his love... after Ayu, an emotional roller coster, he needed rest. but, he also stated several reasons why he is delaying it, and i suppose it makes sense.

I will definately patron his blog. I know its sappy... and its someone's personal life... and its kind of intrution of privacy... but its an interesting read...

If i have someone that loves me, just a tiny fraction, as he loves so deeply, i would be a happy soul... and i said so on his comments page, waiting approval.

happy reading people...

MORE POSTS

Actually, during my drives from Bandar to Kuala Belait, every morning or evening, ideas to write on the blog comes aplenty. but when i get my laptop out to write... ideas are drained from my thoughts...

however, do check this space... i am sure somthing is sure to come round.... another entry will be added in today... hopefully.

Selamat Hari Raya

I actually thought I have my temper in cheek compared to my earlier youth. However, occasionally, temper rises and snaps before i can control it. This is one of the few things i have to constantly check on... and this will be a life long ambition...

and so... Things to do:

1. Check temper
2. Smile
3. Eat less
4. Don't think
5. Start saving

SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL - FAMILY, FRIENDS and READERS OF THE BLOG.
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Wednesday, 3 October 2007

Hari Raya

What is the meaning of Hari Raya to the people of Brunei Darussalam. I had a conversation with a friend whom brought this topic up. He said, he misses the old times where he went from house to house either on his own or with family and/or friends and just to drop by people’s houses and said hi!!

His Hari Raya experience cannot be more different from mine. I remember going to people’s houses with my sisters and some neighbours.... but we only went to houses of people we knew. We did not knock on all the houses in Ong Sum Ping (that is where we used to live as children), just because we can. Anyways, if my parents had known, we would have been dead meat anyways. We even asked for permission to go to neighbour’s houses... often making an appointment and planning when we can go over (talking over fences and asking our parents for permissions to see if it was ok to do so).

We did not even minded if we did not receive any “green packets”. We were happy with cakes, and keropok udang and acar. We were also very happy to be served soft drinks. Often, when we received ‘green packets’ we kept the contents to buy school supplies for the following academic year. So, how is my Hari Raya, the same with the children nowadays experiences?

Then, we never call people later than 9 pm. We do not even visit people’s houses later than 11 pm. But, the trend nowadays is to go and knock on people’s houses and talk till the wee hours of the day! I do not appreciate being kept up when tomorrow is a working day.

Hari raya is supposedly a month to celebrate our victory against demons within ourselves, give us a pat on the back for being able to resist temptations and devote ourselves spiritually. However, people now mistake the term to be something else....

Yes it is good to visit relatives. It is good to have a small feast to celebrate. Yes, it is even good for children to know their neighbours. However, how is it good going to people’s houses only because they have an open house, but do not visit them on other days? How is it good, to stuff yourself, after detoxifying your body for a month only to pollute it again? How is it good to teach our children to go to houses of people we do not know just so we can collect money so you have more to spend???

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

My Daemon



By popular demand, i took the quiz, and this is my daemon ;) I like it :) but lets see if you think this is me... and so... it goes without saying... click on the questionnaire, and answer the questions.... YOU have 12 days to do so... :) It'll be exciting... and so.. Haslin, June, Burt, Adeline and Family members... i am waiting :)

Saturday, 22 September 2007

Appraisal

Its that time of the year again where all government servants are appraised for their year’s work. Often, it is your superiors that carry out the appraisal. However, the issues of how fair it is... raises its ugly head annually.

People are appraised according to several headings that existed within the standard form to be filled in. That includes time and general management and how well you carry out your daily tasks.

But not everyone receives training on how to fill in the form correctly. If you think about it... its subjective to interpretation. Example, a boss that comes to the office at 7.30 am daily and yet his subordinates arrive to the office at 7.50 am would not be pleased and would given them lower marks in that area. Whereas, a boss that arrives comes to the office at 8 am, and his people at 7.50 am would tend to give them higher scores in the time management slot.

Another issue with time is, how do you give parents that need to go out during lunch, and often during afternoon working hours Vs single workers that do not leave the office early, fairness in the time management slot.

Again...How can a boss that does not do any work appraise a hard working worker?

Freaked Out

I was cleaning my room, and emptying my book boxes when I came across several books I bought from the book fair several years ago. It was in English and something about Islam and it was produced and approved by the Ministry of Religious Affairs. Plus the fact that I bought it for 50 cents per book wink

And as it happens, one of my sister is dating a Caucasian, and so I thought it would be a good book to give him... nothing that deep to get him make a sudden decision but something to give him an opportunity to know the religion, so he does not get shocked. Anyways, an insight is good for any religion.

He came to the house with my sister and I handed him the book. He thanked me and I said read it... and left it as that.

Fast forward to several hours later, I was looking for a book... a little book. It was entitled “Convert to Islam”. It had gone missing. I freaked out for a bit, but eventually I wasn’t so worried, because it was a small book, and was sure I misplaced it. It was a book meant for another friend whom had already converted to the faith... Until my sister called....

Her boyfriend was worried he was given the book. He was like... ‘and so... I have to convert now’ (not an exact quote of speech). He he he.... poor boy! He must have freaked out.

I quickly called him to get MY book back.... but he was not available, and so, he returned the call. I wasn’t sweet about it either... I was adamant I must get the book back, and he seemed like he was more than happy to return it... hahahaha...

Anyways, there is a good but easy read book written by a westerner in English. I’ll get you the title for those of you interested. George Negus wrote it.

Saturday, 15 September 2007

I am exhausted.... Ramadhan is always my busiest and packed of all months... and because the working hours is shortened, you can only get so much done... plus, work means talking.... the whole morning... the throat does get tired and dry. the brain exhausted, the physical drained...

news update:

1. Azhan informed me that he just got out of the hospital on home leave. He will be back in on Monday. Any updates, you all will know. Any well wishes will be sent his away as soon this is published.

2. For those of you that are unaware, and probably because i have been keeping it on a low, only because it is nothing THAT important to advertise, and this is information to family members abroad especially... we started to sleep in the house. My room is the most messiest because of all my boxes... and i could not keep them away because my cupboard are still in the process of being modified... so i have to wait a bit longer. The parents (dad especially) is very worried! Anyways, i cleaned it up well... and it is spacious :) and last night, Nenek Bini slept at the new place, in my room, on the new bed purchased especially for her.... she loves it!!!

3. Baharin has been promoted to Act. Lt. Col. And he isgoing to Nottingham end of this month. I know i do not meet him that often, but i know i will miss him much :) *HUGS* however, i wish him all the best :)

4. EJOY (anak E suan) recently got a job. And rumours is that he is going to be posted to KB :) Yeah... a friend! finally! however... i am worried about where to keep him... i mean... space!!!

5. Marteen, friend of Long's and SDL... He is leaving brunei soon... and so, we will miss him :) He has been good, though i have not been seeing him for a long time what with his extensive travel plans... I wish him all the best in his studies... Rumours has it,... he is returning in December... I wonder why *wink*

Before i end, i would like to wish everyone...

SELAMAT MENYAMBUT RAMADHAN :)

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

I have been feeling tired these past few days and was sleeping during lunch... which i rarely do..... I was wondering why that is... only to realise that i have been packing, loading and unloading some of my things into the new house... also.. i have been attending the New Youth Ship; youth of brunei's training on the days i was in bandar....

My uncle and i don;t have TV Brunei (kuala Belait).. the birds have been picking on our aerial.. and so we have bad reception. We didn't even know if we were fasting today... i found my sister on line and she told me... and that was at 10 plus at night (last night)!!! sigh... i am so tired... i was a fool enough to book a full clinic today!

i recieved a text message from Azhan... it started nice... only to find out that he has been admitted into the hospital. The hospital i am working in.... I went to visit him as soon as i found out... he was asleep, or so i thought, but woke up as soon as i gave him salam. We chatted non-stop for an hour plus.... I came to visit him again after work... his sisters and aunt/uncle came as well.... I am sure many more of his family members came... i am also sure he is absorbing the love and attention :) Despite being unwell, i admire his will to get well. He was all smiles... he eat everything despite unworking taste buds... he sits up, even when he feels tired...

I want to shower... and if i can... i want to join Sembahyang Tarawih in KB... so tara for now...



This is a picture of the Youth Leaders of Brunei from (L) 2004- Fakhri, 2005- Meela, 2006-Billah and 2007 - Badar (Picture courtesy of Fakhri (www.sseaypbrunei.blogspot.com) from his blog

Monday, 3 September 2007

eating alone

Lunching alone has been my daily routine since I moved to Kuala Belait a year ago. It started and was meant to be a temporary measure, but, it has been since, a more permanent part of living away from things you know.

I used to eat alone in the clinic because I could not find a lunch partner. Even if I do eat out with someone, it would be my uncle (like twice a year), friends from Bandar whom was on a visiting service for that day, or my Aunty Nor, whom happens to be in Kuala Belait with her CLMV GROUP of people.

In Tutong, nothing seemed to be the different. I still eat alone, while reading a magazine or a book. However, I do not eat in the clinic, I eat in the canteen. (When it is opened) I used to eat out with a friend whom used to work in the army based here, however, he has since moved, and I am back to eating alone.

Why do I eat alone? Its not that I enjoy eating alone... in fact, I used to hate eating alone, what more cooking for one. Sometimes I rather not eat or cook. However, I can’t starve myself just because I don’t feel it.

1. Often, I eat just because I have to. I do not go far from the hospital, opting to buy what ever food they have within the premises, despite the ‘erm’ taste to it. If I am eating alone... why drive all the way only to be your own company most time... I eat so I have energy for the afternoon session. I eat because I do not want to have gastric. I eat because munching sometimes gives me a bit of pleasure that is often unavailable when you don’t have any one to converse with.

2. The people in my working environment are mostly married ladies with their own family, or if they are single, they have an in filterable social circle. I find it hard to ‘mingle’ with them, as I suspect it may be difficult for them should they be in my shoes. However, I do know, I would bring people out for lunch rather than leave them behind, alone, and be miserable!

3. Like what Anthony is experiencing (referring to the blog title: are we that unfriendly) it is hard to make friends... even if I am local, eat the same food, speak the same language, and/or enjoy the same activity. Why is that?

4. Lunch used to be a time I spent with my friends or family members and exchange news of what had happened or what has been going on or what they are thinking. It’s a time we spent eating but also talking.... but me? I am left to be on my own, not that I do not enjoy some peace and quiet or is afraid of my own company... but... humans are designed to be communicative.... even monkeys eat in groups and ‘act’ accordingly!

I don’t feel sorry for myself... far from it... however, I would love some company... to talk to... give my brain a bit of an activity... give me the chance to interact with people whom are not patients or wants me to do work... but... someone whom would just talk, discuss things... or even just a friend to play board games with...

If I can’t find anyone to talk to till the end of this year... I wonder if I should seek a second job just to occupy myself...

magazine reading...

I went to see my Chinese Acupuncturist last night with my sisters. While waiting for him to finish with his client, I took a malay magazine and started reading. (As always, I read from the back – it’s a habit. But its not bad. Regardless, I read it cover to cover!)

There were several interesting articles in the magazine, even if it was from October 2005! As I was flipping through, I saw this article written by this man - I always liked his opinions on life.

One woman asked him why it was difficult for women to find the perfect men to which he answered that men do not understand what women want. He added, man thinks by pulling their pants down and revealing their underpants, and walking their moonwalk, they would be attractive to the opposite sex. NOT!! STRIKE 1.

Then... there are men who would stare at a women’s chest, like a COME ON, from them without realising it’s the opposite of what women want!!! STRIKE 2.

The lady then persistently asked why men do not just ask what the ladies want... he then answered... men have their egos. By asking... you are reducing the vitality of their manhood... (An insight to me!)

He then classified that there are 6 types of men.... of which, when I read out loud to my sister, she laughed and smiled. (Let me try to write them down from memory)
1. Men whom are nice aren’t available.
2. Available men are hideous.
3. Available nice good looking men are gay.
4. Nice, responsible and okay looking men are married.
5. Available nice single men don’t have money.
6. Available nice single men with average income thinks women only want them for their money.

What do readers of the blog think? Perhaps, someone should come up with 6 classifications of women. And why it is equally hard for men to find the ‘perfect women’...

bicycle

I was driving home from work, late Saturday afternoon, when I noticed a group of people going home at the same time I was. The only difference is that they were cycling home.

I drove slowly past them. I tried to look at them closely. It was interesting. Some of the workmen had different helmets on for different types of work, example, a hard hat for work and a bicycle helmet for cycling.

Some of the bicycles even had a basket in the front where they kept their extra hat. Others just hung it off one of their bicycle’s handle.

It was even interesting to see that their bicycle is just one of those normal bikes you could get in the bike shop. None of those top class or very expensive ones. The colours are also just very normal, nothing that spells fancy.

I then smiled to myself.... Kuala Belait is different...

You do see some people cycling to work in Bandar... but just a handful. Even the contract workers are driven. You also don’t see cyclist wearing protective helmets like they do in KB... unless they are one of those people who do own the complete cycling gear and is into it as a sport... they are excluded from this observation.

I smiled to myself... I was thinking... Good... Excellent... They are environmentally friendly and is good healthy exercise. Then... I smiled further.... they are different. It feels as if I was looking into cyclists driving up Victoria Road in Edinburgh. I miss home...

1. They are saving energy and also saving the environment by using this activity as part of their routine. They government should give people more incentive to carry this out.
2. It just proves that you do not need a fancy bicycle to get you moving from one point to another, as long as your practice safety! How many of us own expensive bicycles, yet can’t seem to remember the last time you used it, and is sadly collecting dust at the back of the garage?
3. The land transport department also should look into properly documenting or outlining proper and safer options for cyclist should WE want to encourage this activity as part of BRUNEI’s way of saving the environment as well as promoting healthy living. It is also realising the vision of the Minister of Energy, as he recently spoke in his speech, to reduce the usage of unnecessary energy.
4. I wish I can cycle – I have poor balance, and can never seem to be on the bicycle long enough for me to even move properly more than 50 cm. However, with training wheels, I am good *wink*

Friday, 31 August 2007

There are a few more people linked from this blog... do check them out...

Few things i want to say:

1. teasing is good, but when a 'tease' gets real or is realised.. the fun is over for me. When things gets serious... where is the fun in that.. hence... No more teasing the new couple.... however, i would like to wish them GOOD LUCK!

2. a bit of affection is good, however, i never really feel comfortable with PDA.. hence... i may over react when i see it around me, so new couple, consider this good advance warning! PDA consitst of - holding hands, sitting too close together (SKIN TO SKIN contact is a NOOOO!!!), gazing into each others eyes longer than 3 sec, and more to come... New couple watch this space. this is ur guidelines. :)

3. Criteriasssss of the type of man i like, so if anyone is thinking about setting me up, they have clear guidance... and everyone is allowed to try, and i always reserves the right to ignore ;) :P This is especially dedicated to my 'match-making' aunts: Aunty Nor and Bungsu...

- No smoking; i dont want to die carelessly!
- no wearing jewlery; YUCK!
- able to converse and is willing to speak up
- working would be nice; like air is good to the living
- loves watching movies; any type
- loves to sleep; so when i sleep, no one bothers me...
- likes reading; so i can save $$$ by sharing books
- nice and humble personality
- dark features is a PLUS - think Robert Downy Jr.
- a bit of stupidity is acceptable, because what men is not ;)
- willing to play boardgames with me...
- listen to me grumble patiently ;) and i ofcourse will listen too... not more than an hour!
- I am sure there is more... but... these are important :)

Wednesday, 29 August 2007

thinking out loud...

Recently, I found out that a lot of people i know patron this blog and actually READ... not browse through, but actually read... I freaked out.

I usually blog about things that are happening in my life.. or thoughts that are plaguing me, happy memories, things i want to express and more... and so I feel, sometimes i am rambling on topics that are passionate to me, but not everyone else feels the same...

I have a counter on the blog, and i often feel happy knowing and seeing that the number has increased and constantly changing... however, i always assume they are due to people that blog hopped that just happens to land on my page.... but... knowing someone you know is actually reading it, knowing how you think and click, know you more intimately... i wasn't sure about that.

i asked several people about my blog.... to find out if it is 'okay' to close down. Obviously, family members were not pleased with me.... calling me 'boring' however... a friend said, he patrons the page regularly.... and with this, he feels he knows and understands me better. He also said i have an element of 'truth' and that he likes my writing style... Another friend expressed a twinge of disappointment as she JUST discovered the blog by browsing through another's blog.

I wrote about this 'invasion' of thought and privacy as i tend to be very emotional, and personal with my entries. I thought the same way before as well.... in the initial stages... but at that time, i thought i would put in less 'personal' stuff.... i can't.... i like doing it like this :P

and so the question remains... do i close the blog down because i am afraid people "that knows me" think i am a 'freak' because i think differently, accuses and point fingers.... or do i dare to just plod on and express myself.

It is scary for me to think that people know me better because sometimes, i try to understand myself. Its also scary as i tend to be such a reserved person, only out of the shell with a few and still reserving the best just for me... but with this blog, i get to be more expressive, write more, profess more.... am i feeling that i no longer have the power to control the things people know about me? having less sense of power over myself??? does that makes sense? anyone understands?

Thinking back of the people i think i know are reading this blog.... it makes my skin curl... i shudder... not from fear.... but something else... uneasiness?

do tell me what you think.... Like i said to Adeline, a friend... i will sleep over it.... think more about it..... before i decide anything... help me think...

Monday, 27 August 2007

Playing games

I remembered being exposed to board games in high school, where everyone was encouraged to join a club and do something they liked – part of being involved in indoor games. You would think it would be something easy for me to do as I wasn’t much of an outdoorsy kind of person, but it wasn’t. I wasn’t much into sports generally.

I remembered my class teacher, whom also happened to be my English teacher, Miss Townsend, was concerned. She was wondering why I wasn’t involved much and why I was finding that particular task difficult. I explained to her that I wasn’t much of a sporty kind of person, and I wasn’t exposed much to board games either, having family members not playing this activity as a family unit.

She first introduced me to chess – I obviously did not know what each pieces were... she taught me. I played well for the remaining of that year. She also taught me black gammon but sadly I have forgotten most of it, like I did chess, not that I played it particularly spectacular!

A couple of other friends introduced me to games such as monopoly, scrabbles and more. I loved it. As it happens, I was also in my team’s track team, doing relay 1500m I think. I can’t remember... we won 3rd place. That was really nice. I also did tug of war, volleyball and amazingly enough, basketball. But I never enjoyed the later... always not knowing what I was supposed to do.... and I was playing defense... was it wing??? Sigh... I can’t remember, as I always dreaded PE classes, preferring if it was replaced by math or Ugama or science or home science... anything really as long as I do not have to do that!

I was in a swimming team in my younger days, but I quit prematurely, opting to concentrate more on my studies. I never regretted it, but somehow, I always wondered what I could have been if I had not... Nothing dazzling I know, but I would have probably built up my stamina, and increase the love of sports.

Anyhow, in University, I mostly did walking to release any elements of anger, dissatisfaction, or frustrations. I also did running – some squash (towards the end), badminton (earlier on), swimming (through out) and hill climbing. A few of my flatmates introduced me to other types of games such as Mah-jong, Rumikub, monopoly and more. It was exciting. I loved every minute of it.

I stopped carrying out physical games since returning to Brunei. I don’t know... I suppose the environment wasn’t conducive enough to carry them out. I used to do them to release endorphins, however, I drive now, to have the same effect!

A few years back, I hung around a group of people, and we played games as well... like the above. Mostly scrabbles. I loved it. However, we played another game called taboo and that was marvellous. I loved that too...

The group has dissipated... and hence, playing partners for board games had decreased. I was left to be on my own to read and surf, until recently...

One of my cousins discovered a computer game and introduced it to me in one of the family outings at her place (Often it involves around food). It appears that I was the only person whom did not know the game existed, and when I went back to my own haven, I realised I had it in my laptop and played like mad... I did not sleep for 24 hours trying to solve it and aced it. It was time well spent!

Since then, I have been trying to download more computer games, however, being new to Mac... and her games. It was kind of tricky for me to play them. I found a couple that I loved.... however, I am not sure I can download the whole thing without purchasing it beforehand.

Just last night, we had another crazy time... we played a computer game till late night... We played as a group. Initially there were 8 of us. It was reduced to 2... and it stopped about 4 am in the morning from 8 pm the day before. It was crazy.. I wasn’t any one of them... I was in and out of sleep at 3 am.

Many parents believe playing games is a waste of time.. and that children should focus more of their education. However, they fail to see and remember that through game, children learn a lot more. Good games are out there... you just have to choose the appropriate ones.

Playing games as a family unit unifies the family. It brings them closer together... it also allows the parents to give their children a break and actually have fun and spend good quality time together. Depending on the game you are playing... you increase experiences in life, you build up your vocabulary, build team spirit and good working conditions in a group and more...

Next time someone said you shouldn’t play games... You tell them... I know the difference... and I know what is good for me (Know your boundaries!) “I play hard and study smart!” – courtesy of Mr Saxson, Chemistry teacher in Maktab Duli, ‘A-Levels (1994-5)

Empathy of people in your surroundings

My previous CEO empathises with the people. He was able to put himself in a situation where he would be desperate enough to actually ask and seek help purposely from others, and for that, I commend him for being a good leader and administrator we all should aspire to be.

Empathy is something I feel a few in every culture lack. Especially to have empathy from the top management for the things you are doing, more over what you are experiencing is not something you’ll get. Perhaps in a 100, 2 understand.

Empathy from people in your surroundings is not something we get easily as well. Often, people have expectations of what you should be, and when you fail to perform due to many reasons, they fail to understand or help to see why it happened or even asked why you failed the tasks. Instead, accusations, long faces and interrupted office relations or friendships are at cost!

It is summer and my sister and a cousin of mine had brought their friends to Brunei. I spend some time with them enough for them to start talking to me on matters irrelevant to things. They may think they are just chit-chatting, but I feel a sense of something else there...

A couple of times, these young people amazes me how they have ‘empathy’ of my sister and cousin to be in a different place, away from their loving and boisterous family and trying to fit into another culture using a different language.

I use the word “amaze” because they show and demonstrate a hierarchy of feelings that is often missing in one’s character, and also, they were able to illustrate such emotions at a young age.

These emotions are perhaps raw, but it exists. I do hope and wish they do not forget what it is to be like another person... in a different situation... it would help to make them a better person.

Rona, a Scottish flatmate I had in Uni, she empathises with me... In a funny way. I love her to bits... She was really sad when she found out that I had circumsicion at a young age. She worried that I would not be able to experience ‘pleasure’ of the flesh in the same manner as she had. It was funny... but it was sweet at the same time. She was most expressive and violent in her opinions about mutilation of sexual organs... but she stopped when she understood that it is not what ISLAM is all about. Its HYGIENE!

Yen, a Taiwanese flatmate in Uni, she was listening and watching me and several others doing a monthly budget of our spending and how much we have to save to purchase a flight home. She was worried we would be saving too much and not eating well or looking after ourselves that she offered to purchase our tickets home using her gold visa card!!!! It was very nice of her... but I never took her up on it. It was just a tad too much... but it was very touching... something I will never forget...

As a muslim student, obligations of ramadhan is carried out despite having classes through out the whole month. My lecturers were sweet. They informed the whole class what Ramadhan was... advised them not to eat and drink when around me as I was fasting... and would often remind me to bring sandwiches and drinks to class anytime I was about to break my fast! It was really really sweet and touching!

Empathy is not the same as sympathy. I often think and feel that empathy is a higher emotion than having sympathy for someone... Empathy makes your feet firmly latched to the ground... it exposes you to different conditions of life that is present around you!

Friday, 24 August 2007

Being Lonely...

My friend since i was a young teenager has left brunei with her parents for Germany! It was a kind of relief - I get to stay back in KB and rest, but also a bit sad because she had gone back... leaving us "June and Me" alone....

There is a song i constantly hear on the radio... and has words like "being lonely" no one wants to be lonely purposely... i agree... However, how do you change things???

I am not saying that i am lonely at the moment, but sometimes it does grab you suddenly... and when you do not have support by your side, you feel empty and small...

June gave me this magnificient magnet about being a "cancerian". words such as manipulative, moody, procastinator, craby and more were just some of the words listed. I loved it, though there were some words i do not agree characters i have. Its a lovely magnet and i am putting it on my office cabinet... the cupboards feel empty without anything helping them add character...

Sometimes, being a crab, it makes it hard for people to approach me. however, as i was reminiscing... I have emerged out from my outer hard shell. I was a different person at a young age, if anyone can remember - having a short explosive temper, also not quite a social bird. however, though i am still not quite a social bird, my people skills have improved tremendously! with a bit of temper in cheek!

being lonely.... is painful. sad. and it brings a lot of negetive energy with the word and mood. it helps to have good people in your surroundings to help get you out from a repetitive vicious cycle that seems to drag you down very so often...

Away...

Dear beloved and avid readers of the blog,

I do understand how your day can be quite uneventful without reading or hearing anything from me for days sometimes stretched for weeks... however, do try to understand that I am trying to keep a balance of making people or my laptop a constant good companion... still deciding!

To make your day, shall i update what has been happening?

1. My cousin had her wedding and 'I' was trying to help where necessary. and Everyone knows how hectic and stressful weddings can be like.. especially when things unexpectedly happened.. and you need to come up with a solution fast! anyways, thank god that is over and has a good ending.

2. I attended a course held by my own department in RIPASH. It was on tracheostomy care. and from that, i learnt more good information from the doctors and nurses... It was a nice experience. For a change, I understood almost everything they said without killing more brain cells in the process. It pays to kow your stuff before attending a lecture and killing yourself with textbooks to understand the topic. Well Done me! *wink*

3. Another cousin has been back from Germany and recently a friend of his came over for a holiday and trip around south asia. he is such a sweet boy. I am going to officially say... he is one of the more polite and nicer germans i have ever met. and soft spoken too... not to mention very nice, intense looking pair of eyes, even though there is nothing special to stare into ( I Know because i have done this... and dont anyone claim they have not because i know you have unintentionally!)

4. There was also the thing about "US" setting this german boy with my younger sister.. it was a laugh... and i was laughing... I like a good laugh... and a joke to play on someone once in a while!!!

5. Haslin was back in Brunei.. and June and I have been out with her on several occasion. It was nice. However, she got sick.. and i knew it wasn;t a virus from me. I had a nice time... and because of that... i am seriously re-thinking of i can afford to go to Germaany end of this year.... sigh.. spent what little i had on other things already! :(

6. I was on leave for 2 weeks because baby and her 2 friends were in Brunei.. i brought them around... destined driver and sort.. but also.. i spent time watching TV most times they were working.... They were dead tired the day i decided to bring them out shopping... so young... but so without shopping stamina.... Bungsu.. you would be dissapointed!

7. I was on the phone several times to an old friend whom got a 'scholarship' to further his studies but is not confirmed yet pending his IELTS... which is soon... so all the best!

sigh... are they more???? I am sure there are.... but for now.... be hapy with this ;) :P

Tuesday, 14 August 2007

tomorrow may be too late

The Message is really nice!!!

If you're mad with someone, and nobody's there to fix the
situation.... You fix it. Maybe today, that person still wants to be
your friend. And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late.

If you're in love with somebody, but that person doesn't know... tell
her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. And if you
don't say it, tomorrow can be too late.

If you really want to kiss somebody... kiss her/him. Maybe that person
wants a kiss from you, too. And if you don't kiss her/him today,
tomorrow can be too late.

If you still love a person that you think has forgotten you... tell
her/him. Maybe that person has always loved you. And if you don't tell
her/him today, tomorrow can be too late.

If you need a hug of a friend... ask her/him for it. Maybe they need
it more than you do. And if you don't ask for it today, tomorrow can
be too late.

If you really have friends who you appreciate.. .. tell them. Maybe
they appreciate you as well. That if you don't and they leave or go
far away today, tomorrow can be too late.

If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do
it. Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. That if you
don't and they leave today, and then tomorrow can be too late.

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

"Professional bithcing"

is there something called "professional bitching"?

I am sure I am not alone when I say we often talk about our collegues and counterparts, not to mention our management behind their back. Good or bad, its often called professional 'talk'. However, often, there are times when you need a bithcing session to let go of steam..

is there a professional way of 'bitching'???

In my opinion, there is. However, it is not easily achievable. How?

Well... When you are able to separate your opinions and your professional ethics... when you are capable to have a good level head despite hating the person you are taking about... when you are able to give good reasons not colouded by your hatred or negative opinions...

There are many privillaged persons are currently working as government servants. Some carry out their tasks and responsibilities as expected, however, there are several that just uses the opportunity to earn paying wage without really pulling their weight.

Worse is when these people are obviously not working. I shall spell it out... not coming to work, not carrying out work, not professional during office hours, not updating clinical knowledge and not carrying out clinical responsibilitie...etc.

BUT, because they are from the 'privillage' society, they pull invisible strings to keep them where they are and more...

Often, we know these irresponsible privillaged persons get to the top at a faster speed because of their position and/or family connections. No measure to count their responsibilities, quality of work and brain activity had been carried out.

It comes as a dissapointment when management disciplin normal workers compared to privillaged worker. Say, a normal person that does not come to work without proper reasons may get fired or suspended from work. However, a privillaged person may get a blind eye from their irresponsibilities... often without warning... like they are saying... "Good job!"

Where is the fairness of these all???

Because a lot of people are unhappy at how things have been carried out... peole often resort to preofessional bitching.

Management should really open their eyes... and cast no favouritis as called by His Majesty in his titah recently.

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

In another life time..

In another life time, (if you believe in it) I must have been a very
good clerk or secretary or administration staff. Why do I say this?
Well... Because I enjoy typing up reports (amongst other things),
making sure they are put into files, record it in a book, and send it
back to the storage. Though the job is 'boring' and repetitive.. i
find it theraputic... and not stressful.

In another life time, I must have been a musician. I don't play
well... but I enjoy music much. I don't have to know the lyrics to
songs but I hum along all the time. Occasionally, during long drives
alone.. i sing on top of my head horrendously! You'd faint if you hear
me.

In another life time, I must have been a hermit. After having so many
things to do, I find being alone and quietness is actually something
theraputic. I can live with. I do not mind being alone accompanied by
the internet, TV and books by my side.

In another life time, I must have been a cook. Like music, I do not
excell in it, however, I do love food. Certain types. I must have
been a MALAY in the previous life time as well as its the type of food
I love. I love Italian but i hate tomatoes.

In another life time, I must have been a critic. I often see little
things and say things in my heart, if not out loud. And when i say
something mean, often to myself and in anger to share with others in
my surroudings, i feel slightly happy. I am a sadist!

In another life time, I probably was thinking what i was in my other lives...

Family

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

FAMILY
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don't you think?
So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Source: Forwarded email from my Sister.

Saturday, 21 July 2007

Weddings

sigh... I have nothing against Weddings, but i just dislike attending.

I hate the waiting. I hate the not-doing-anything while waiting, i
hate the long queque when eating, i hate the heat, i hate almost
everything about it. I hate difficulties finding parking.
(Occasionally, i like the food)

However, I attend several weddings a year. Those are of family
members and friends. I attend these mostly without complaints :P
hahahaha...

What can i say... Weddings and me don't go along well... oooo... one
more thing i dislike about weddings is the dressing up... and people
competing to look their bestest - hence out with the most expensive
materials, accessories and more... ARGH... is there anything good that
comes out of weddings?

Having said, that... i hate parties as well... sigh... so perhaps, I
am not a social animal.

Thursday, 19 July 2007

are we friendly?

I recently was introduced to this Malaysian man (from my Laotian
friend from my times on board of the youth ship) whom is going to work
in brunei for at least 2 years. He is a hotellier in town.

Many avid readers would remember reading my blog entry a few months
ago soon after my transfer... I was very lonely and alone in a new
place, despite it being my country and speaking the same language and
eating the same food. I was lonely because i was without company... no
one to talk to... no one to actually laugh with and share thoughts and
more...

I am a local and I have much problem befriending people 'socially'...
not professionally... Imagine a foreigner, whom just started work in
brunei... a place so different from his busy life, alone, lonely and
without transportation. If you were this man... how would you feel?

how would you feel being this man... then.. having no one to talk
to... and having no avenu to meet up people.... He said something to
me that strike me.... I have thought of it before but dismissed it...
He said, he went to Coffee Bean, a place essentially to socialise but
people were busy showing off their lap top and not easy to penetrate
to strike a conversation...

I know how it feels like to be abroad in a strange land in a different
environment.. also having no one to talk to... I also know how it
feels like to be alone and lonely in Brunei. The second is more
miserable, because there is nothing much to do here, and with family
or friends... you do not have a life and slowly rot...

So my question is... are we that unfriendly that we cannot put
ourselves in their position and befriend them? are we so wrapped up in
our own problems that we do not see others? Are we that unfriendly
that we can't even offer our friendship or just offer some company to
people working to build our country? Are we that unsociable???

--
Friendship is the heart of so many special joys.

Friday, 13 July 2007

Relationships... and growing old... maybe just thoughts..

I was in bed, woke up with pain localised in my left wrist. It has been there for the past few days but this time, its worse. I am going to see "John" about it. He is my magician... he makes the painful bit go away and bearable. and i need it .. i can't even turn off the tap without wincing...

and today, is the 13th of July... the last day as a 29 years old. I am not sure how I turned out to be... based on others expectations of me... but i like to believe though I can be lazy, aloof and likes to be on my own, I have turned to be a nice, occasionally considerate and kind person. Events over the year had light some doubts on my character, and i have been through personal anguish of 'have I done the right thing'... however, if there is one thing i learnt over the years..."never regret your actions once you have decide". and i won't... and I shall live with it.

With aging comes maturity... and i hope i have that. I have been told i am mature beyond my years... perhaps some would disagree... This year, people taught me not to 'trust' others... i have, disclosed several personal events to some only to have it flaunted back at me in anger... twisted in a way that made me look like a vilan. TRUST is one of those thing that should only be given to a few regardless of blood relation, hence... its a lesson i learnt the hard way this year the past month or so...

with aging, comes grey hairs... and i have them before my 28th birthday. I keep them to remind me of my fastly aging process and to mature... also a reminder of death to come... Nothing so ghastly comes to mind, but just a reminder to be nice through out the day... (If i start the day with looking at the mirror - which i often don't... my haid doesn't need much combing and live without being brushed for a few weeks).

With aging comes wrinkles... I am not that worried about wrinkles. I am blessed to have few around the eyes. Looking through old and present pictures, i can definately see maturity... however, these changes dont bother me much. Having said that, i am trying to slab on moisturiser and sunblock to protect the skin against risks of skin cancer...

With aging comes back pains, increasingly often headaches, restless night, nightmares... painssss throughout the body and more. Shame on me because i have not been maintaininng a fully functioning body as it should... however, that could be something I may work on. Body image has never been an issue with me. I cannot care more of how i should look like... I can't even bother to exercise. when clothes dont fit, i find something that does. plus... i'm a doormat. the only time i am really out there is at work. however, i would like to focus on the health aspect of body image... I am not saying i would.... but something i can look into... i really hate stress... i FLIP!!

With each birthdays... Questions of "when?"... "have you got one?"... "Introductions?"... "Your are old enough to have one.. you should start trying to find one" is the more popular ones now... and another one is.."its for your future... someone to look after you in your old age" They are obviously talking about relationships.

Its not that i do not want a relationship.. its just that i had a few and it left me with a 'BAD AFTER TASTE'. Plus, i am not exactly in a field infested by men... My life as it is now, does not give me room to know men. I dont enjoy socialising (as you can read from STPRI reunion) Also.. i see a lot of relationships around me crumbling... what started with laughter, love turned to be bitter filled with hate. not to mention the constant bickering about what had happened.. what partner has not pull their own weight... and more... its just a nightmare and TOO much more for me...

I have seen people staying together despite their differences for several reasons. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn;t... and the worst is to stay in a relationship:
1. for your children
2. (abusive relationship) because you can't move away
3. to potray a 'happy' image to fool others
4. because you dont have the money to be independent
5. because you are afraid to be alone
6. afraid of being a single parent.
7. because you have invested a lot in the relationship.

I obviously do not know what it is like to be in a bad relationship. Though the few i had wasn;t successful, the men weren't evil. however, i am subjected to stories of bad relationships everyday and then them telling how they have suffered, how they tried to stay patient... how they sacrificed their hapiness for their kids and more... don;t they know... if they are not happy, the kids aren;t too... i feel like shouting... GET A DIVORCE on top of my lungs. i can;t do that, can i? however, I am known to lose my cool... and when i do.. I am afraid i would say something i may regret...

Its Friday the 13th... I am not afraid. I would be 30 tomorrow... so happy birthday to me... I dont feel like celebrating... I dont want a cake... i do, however want sincere prayers... To being a good person with god in her heart and step! Amin!

Reminiscing Part 2

Part of reminiscing is you look back on what had  happened in your life, and what a better record of my past than browsing through this blog...