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I met this guy… I mean we don’t actually met. We got to knew a  bit of each other on this sophisticated social network-Facebook. Should I say thanks to Mark Zuckerberg? Or should I say I regret it instead? The answer is blurred in my mind. And I don’t even wanna know the answer. All I wish is that, just like the song, wake me up when it's all over.

I don’t wanna write every bit of everything about how we met in Facebook and in person. I just want to write this because I want to remember how I professionally met a guy for the first time. Ugh, at least that's how I felt today. Oh are you kidding me? Actually I'm a bit ridiculous and always stumble when meeting a guy. I could remember I met like two guys and it was an arranged meeting. I tried to act normal and end up staggering. Those days were gone with the wind I guess. I felt stupid remembering all those moments.

Today was not actually arranged for me to meet with somebody. I was told yesterday that I'd be sent to accompany the front-liner of my family to give respect to the invitation of one of our family friends. And off we went. I actually expected that I might met him there but made no extra effort look more pleasant whatsoever.

It bores me during the occasion. Coz one friend I knew was conducting the ceremony so I have no one to talk to. Suddenly I saw this familiar face coming inside. He has this cool smiling face. And right at the moment I saw him my heart went crazy inside. It feels like they're frantically drumming through my chest. Crazy! I tried not to look at his side. He took a seat at the side so I felt relieved that I wont have the pressure of meeting his gaze ( if he ever stares at me). And somehow I regret that I didn’t made any effort to made myself more attractive. Too late. The show was on now. I didn't glance at his way because circumstance may need me to open a conversation while the ceremony is still going on and it supposed to be conducted solemnly.

We sat silent and I pretend to pay my every attention to the ceremony. No one seemed to know that I actually my mind was so distressed and tensed. I act cool though. Damn. I just knew this will happen.

After the somber ceremony he stood and went inside the dining area of the house without glancing on our side. Okay. I'll catch with him later. My friend was also his friend. So it'll be easy to at least acknowledge him. No, don't get me wrong. I felt the need of me to get to talk to him so that at least he'll know that I appreciate his giving me of chocolates and every chat we did last time.

After some time chit-chatting with his folk, he went out towards us. Our mutual were actually sitting together with us. I started. Oh girl… I took it like I'm some kinda expert and whoa…I didn't stumble. He too. He's so mature and sensible. Like him =) (regardless the rumor I heard about him)

♦I called him by his first name to acknowledge him. With a smile of course.

♦He too. I think he smiles a lot. Or at least he put up a smiling face on his for this occasion. And he extended his hand to me. I think I heard him called me by my surname. We shook hands. (I felt I'm so very casual and very business-like here.)

♦We started a small conversation. Not much. Just so we could talk. Thanks to our mutual friend.

♦He seemed to know everyone in the occasion. Of course he should, after all they're his folks.

♦I introduce my aunt to him. He repeated my introduction, like to confirm that he heard it right.

♦My aunt thought he's a gentleman. He really seemed.

♦We ate our own food together. Once again thanks a million to our mutual friend.

♦And time went by fleetly. Aunt decided that we must go. So I said we'll go ahead to him. He said we'll just go together. Unfortunately I said my aunt is rushing for sembahyang. He finally said yes.

End of show. No it's not actually a show. It's me. Real. But it's end of my business-like meeting with a guy. And bravo to myself I did handsomely =)

Generally I like him. I don’t know about him, on the other hand. But not to the extent that I fall my heart on him, okay. The limit does exist.

Sweet Like Chocolate =)

These are sweets...

  This is sweet...

     This is sweeter...

        These are much sweeter...

           But this is much more sweeter x)

....See, sweet like chocolate, is it not?

P/s: (Thank you for the blessing Lord Allah, the Most Merciful..)

Bad News 2013 =(

As usual, after my first period class in the morning I go out of the lab to give the privacy floor and freedom of feelings to the next teacher who's going to use the lab on the next period. I took all the quiz sheets of my students and my phone together with its headphone.

I went inside the reading centre in which right next to the reading corner is where the office of the School Head situated. I sat silently and checked all the works of my students with headphones attached to my ears. I don’t know what made me took off one of the earphone from my ears. It's when I accidentally ear-dropped the conversation of our school head with I don't know who. Could be the guest. I really don't know who. But that's not the point.

The conversation more or less went this way.

Don’t know who: Sir, tinuod nga mohawa na daw ka? Tapos si Teacher Gina and mopuli?

(I thought it was just a silly question. In my mind I answered, dugay pa oi, diri nah moretire si sir.)

The conversation went on. I don't know what's next but I tried to not to skip a heartbeat when I heard this from sir.

Sir Jose: Wah ta kabalo ug i-transfer tah. …

It went on. And I feel like there's something important in Sir Jose's line. Something serious. Something heart-aching. Like a bad omen it seemed to me. I don’t want to anticipate it. But I did not know why it seemed so real. Like it's happening. I silently wished that it will not be too soon. How true is that? I have to ask someone. It filled my head all morning till noon. I went back to lab on lunch break.

I asked Teacher Gina about the matter.

Me: Teacher, tinuod mo transfer daw si Sir?

Teacher Gina: (Smiled impishly.) Asa ka nakahibalo? ( She seemed to know something.)

Me: Nadunggan nako sa storya-storya nila Teacher Leonila ug ni Sir ganina sa office nia.

Teacher Gina: Sa tinuod lang galihok na baya si sir ana. (Like a bad weekend. Or like a rotten evening. This is the shit I heard.)

Me: Nyee…laina ni Sir teacher oi.. (I don’t know why I feel like my tears seemed to flow out. No. Almost flow down.)

I learned that Sir Silva will actually be promoted to SSHT-IV. Good for you Sir. But the unpleasant news is that he'll be transferred to another station. And accordingly, he himself seemed to be a bit faint in riding his motorcycle from Kabasalan to Bacalan everyday. I know. Sir is not getting any younger and with respect to his health, it'll do no good to him. I completely understand sir. But my mind and all my system seemed to be closed to accept the fact that you are leaving. Perhaps because my system is conditioned to have you everyday as my father and my grandfather that I hold on to in this school. I put to my mind that we still have a long years to go together. A very long years that I didn't even let my mind to bother the question-how long? Until when? Now it seemed so real and it seemed so awful to my mind.

Just like the line from a song that I used to love, 'we don’t know what the next day life could be'. It seemed like just yesterday I want to come to school very early, so that I can prove to you sir that I will not take for granted the item I have and with my house just at the back side of the school, I will really come early to school everyday. I did it everyday sir. And just the other night I planned perfectly in my mind about what I would do with my classroom instruction so that you will know that I always give my best and I don't want to disappoint you. Those are so incredibly beautiful vision in my head. And today I walk to school with all those things in my head. I never expect the news I heard today. I didn’t and don’t want to anticipate it. Hopefully not too soon. Hopefully long enough that I would have time to prepare the courage to accept the fact that you are not going to stay with us forever.

I know you are so blessed Sir. And I hope more blessings will come to your life. And I hope you will continue sharing your blessings to everyone. Just like me, you are one of the blessing that has come into my life sir. People come and go in my life, but the goodness of people like you will stay forever in my heart sir. I am very sure that not only me, but to all the people who knew you will always consider you as one of the best blessing that had came into their lives. I don’t know and I don’t even want to know when you are going to leave, but right now I started to miss you sir. God bless you sir. We love you.

Tribute

Finally we’d successfully done with the Commencement Exercise. I do not really like to write about all these graduation thingy. It’s just that I was really saddened on one part during the ceremony. You know why?

It’s when the graduates were requested to pay tribute to their parents. And here is this student, he actually told the teachers earlier that he really do not want to speak for the tribute, but teachers insisted and he was requested to come to stage to speak. He is only 17, and I learned that he lost both of his parents during his childhood. During his speech I did not really heard what he really said, but thinking that he is orphaned, and he seemed to have no one to be attached to, it made my heart sink. Plus the accompanying melancholic song, my tears seemed to go with the flow also.

I hate to cry during those times but I can’t help it. The thoughts of him having no one else made my heart breaks. How it tears my heart apart. And thinking that some of the graduates had lost their mother, or father... Oh my God…my heart felt like it’s being crumpled over and over again.

Deep inside I thank Almighty Allah for blessing me with my parents who are always there to supports us in all aspects in life. I pray that Allah will not take them away from us early. I pray Allah will give them more life and years and good health to live with us.

And to the student, also to all of them who lost their parents early, I deeply sympathize with you. Just like what Teacher Vida said during her farewell speech to you, magsumikap kayo para dumaan sa tamang landas, huwag sa maliko na landas. Normal lang ang pagiging pasaway dahil lahat tayo ay nagkakamali. Ngunit lahat tayo ay binigyan din ng kakayahang magbago at magsumikap para sa matuwid na daan. I hope and pray that you guys will always be guided by God all through your life. May you guys have a good life ahead. Be good. Anyway, this is from me.

A Brief History of...

Who is actually Sultan Jamalul Kiram? I dont know. Different book tells different history, different country tells different versions, different people tells different stories and different source gives different facts.

Sultan Sulu Jamalul Kiram III

Siapakah Kiram?

Keluarga Kiram dari jalur Kesultanan Sulu ini sebenarnya bermula dari saat pemerintahan Sultan Muhammad Jamalul Kiram I (1832-1842) bin Sultan Muhammad Alimuddin III (1808).
Dari Jamalul Kiram I inilah bermulanya nama Kiram yang kita kenal hari ini, yang kemudian nama ini berakhir selepas kewafatan Sultan Jamalul Kiram II (1884-1936) yang mangkat tanpa zuriat ketika zaman kedatangan Amerika Syarikat ke Sulu.

Selepas itu tiada lagi Sultan Sulu yang diterima oleh rakyat Tausug disebabkan dominasi Amerika Syarikat itu.

Hal ini dilihat oleh rakyat bahawa Sultan dari keluarga Kiram adalah tali barut Amerika Syarikat yang tergamak merestui pembunuhan para keluarga Datu dan Syarif Tausug di Bud Dahu, Mac 1906 dan Disember 1911 serta pertempuran di Bud Bagsak, Jun 1913.

Sultan Kiram II yang terakhir itu terpaksa memberikan restu kepada Amerika Syarikat membunuh muslimin rakyatnya sendiri berjumlah labih 4,000 orang (yang syahid 1,600 orang termasuk wanita dan kanak-kanak) yang memilih menentang USA dan arahan Sultan.

Tausug menentang Sultan kerana bersekongkol dengan USA yang terkeluar dari undang-undang Darul Islam yang mana Tausug enggan dikutip cukai kepala oleh USA.

Menurut Tausug, Allah s.w.t tidak pernah berfirman kepada RasulNya untuk mengutip cukai kepala kepada ummah. Maka Tausug beramai-ramai naik ke gunung duduk di gua batu sebagai mana ASHABUL KAHFI.

Hal ini bagi mereka adalah fitnah besar yang mengancam akidah mereka maka wajib meninggalkan kemewahan kampung halaman menuju ke gunung untuk selamat dari fitnah itu. Sebaliknya mereka dibunuh oleh Amerika atas restu Sultan KIRAM.

Hari ini, kita dikejutkan dengan kedatangan tentera KIRAM yang mengaku sebagai tentera Sultan Sulu. Keluarga Kiram sangat ramai. Ada keluarga dari sebelah Puteri Piyandao bin Sultan Badaruddin I, ada Kiram dari jalur keluarga Sultan Esmail I (ini yang serahkan Sulu kepada Filipina pada tahun 1962) bin Rajamuda Mawallilwasit.

Malah ada juga Kiram dari Datu Punjungan bin Rajamuda Mawallilwasit (inilah ayahanda Jamalul Kiram III yang kerahkan tentera upahan ke Lahad Datu), dan banyak lagi kiram yang sekarang sedang merancang untuk menjadi Sultan kesemuanya.

Kalau ada 1,000 lelaki kiram hari ini, maka Sulu akan ada 1,000 sultan yang mengaku Sultan Sulu dari keluarga Kiram. Berebut menjadi Sultan tanpa rakyat, masuk bakul angkat sendiri. Tanpa pengetahuan sejarah protokol kesultanan, tanpa mengetahui tertib pertabalan, tanpa mengetahui adat para Datu dan Syarif Tausug. Jadilah seperti Kiram yang kita lihat hari ini.

Tahukah anda bagaimana Sultan Sulu ditabalkan oleh rakyat, kehendak rakyat, kehendak para Datu dan Syarif? Tahukah anda bahawa kehilangan institusi kesultanan Sulu itu hanya dapat kembali dengan menyedarkan Tausug agar membuang kewarganegaraan Filipina menggantikannya kepada rakyat Sulu secara hakiki.

Sebab itu muncul seorang pembela dari keluarga Maharaja Adinda Aranan Puyo masuk ke kampung-kampung tanpa rasa takut membangkitkan semangat juang Tausug tanpa senjata, memacak bendera Sulu Darul Islam terakhir sambil melaungkan ALLAHU AKBAR!! TAUSUG BANGKIT!! KALIAN BUKAN FILIPINO HAMBA KEPADA KING PHILIP II SEPANYOL!! KALIAN ADALAH MERDEKA SEJAK SULTAN SYARIFUL HASYIM MENYATUKAN KITA DENGAN DARUL ISLAM!! TAUSUG BANGKIT!!

Beliau ialah cucu kepada Datu Aranan Puyo ini adalah cicit SULTAN BANTILAN MUIZZUDDIN I (1748-1763) yang digelar oleh ahli sejarah dunia sebagai DEFENDER OF ISLAM. Sempena nama moyangnya ini maka Baginda dinamakan Sultan BANTILAN MUHAMMAD MUIZZUDDIN II. Setelah berjaya menghimpunkan puluhan ribu penyokong di Jolo, beliau diangkat menjadi Sultan Sulu yang berdaulat pada tanggal 19 Mac 2009 oleh rakyat jelata dengan laungan takbir dan dendangan Salawat.

Sejak itu Keluarga KIRAM bungkam seribu bahasa. Hanya satu perkara yang boleh mereka buat ialah mencabar siapa sahaja dengan senjata. Walhal mereka tahu, bukan sahaja mereka yang pandai BERMAIN senjata. Semua TAUSUG semula jadi pakar bermain senjata, bukan hanya Kiram.

Sultan Bantilan II ini jauh lebih bijak walau tak pernah mencecah darjah 3 di sekolah Siasi. Namun Baginda adalah pemidato, pedagang yang berjaya, pandai mengatur manusia, handal dalam diplomasi, dan mendapat dokongan generasi muda Tausug. Berjiwa merdeka, tak seperti Kiram yang hanya mengusung bendera Filipina bersama mereka ke hulu ke hilir.

Sultan Bantilan II walau bergerak secara aman tanpa senjata, anti peperangan dan anti keganasan, namun gerakannya ditakuti. Sehingga peluru musuh menjadi AIR dengan izin Allah s.w.t.

Mereka yang menceroboh Lahad Datu adalah keluarga Kiram yang suatu masa dahulu telah menganiayai rakyatnya sendiri dengan merelakan pembunuhan beramai-ramai oleh tentera Amerika. Terang-terangan saja mereka ditolak oleh rakyat Sulu sendiri.

Masih wajarkah mereka menuntut Lahad Datu sebagai hak mereka sedangkan Sulu sudah mempunyai seorang sultan yang baru. Seorang sultan yang dilantik oleh rakyat Sulu sendiri yang mana juga merupakan seorang berketurunan sultan dari susur galur SULTAN BANTILAN MUIZZUDDIN I?

Sumber: http://beritamy.blogspot.com/2013

Sick

Beloved blog…

               

Many things happened for the past few months..and too bad I had had not blogged any about it. I was indeed very busy, and the fact that there’s no wireless connection for the internet here (this place is medieval…but even so, I love my place, proud to be a taga Bacalan) adds more. Unli surf plan? Cost much. Just don’t mention about that (I’m not that rich to avail it, but someday I could perhaps).

               

Now I’m not gonna talk about every single crazy come-across I had..but I think somehow I want to blog about my experience being admitted to a hospital. Sounds so typical, isn’t it? But mind you. Not till you go through once. Oh yeah? Alright, talk this way. At the first place I’m actually a scaredy-cat when it comes to hospital, which is why it sounds so dreadful to me. If you think this is silly, yeah well maybe it is.

It started on calm Thursday night (January 31, 2013) when suddenly my chest felt tight, like every muscle and vessel in my lungs were constricted, caused dry cough to me. I didn’t suspect anything, but my mother, (she’s such a keen member in our family) she really told me that she feels something’s wrong with me. She told me that she know it by looking at my face (I think my face was getting pale that time) and by my cough. No break and no joke, she told me that my asthma might strike. No worries I thought. I’ve got salbutamol tablets in my first aid kit. I even took Rubitusin capsule right after to soothe my cough and Neozep for the overacted mucus. Like a good kid I went to bed early without glancing at my netbook or even at my phone.

Mother was right. She knows me. She understands me. She can predict thingamajig and thingamabob of me. Like few minutes past 1 am or so, I was awakened by my heavy wheeze. Back pain. Dayem. Like a nightmare asthma hit on me. My heart pounded. My nose was stacked with mucus.  All muscles felt tight. Everything else seemed cramped. I felt so exhausted. So uneasy. God knows what else I felt that night. With so much effort I rose and helped myself to a tablet of salbutamol. Ma was awaked too. I knew she would. She slept inside my room that night. Without much thought ma decides to take me to the hospital. Noooooo…! I thought. I’m afraid of everything in the hospital. I tried to talk with ma. I tried to sound okay. Ma was convinced, but not assured enough to not to take me to the hospital by postponing it till morning. Okay. At least I might feel better by morning, I thought. And darn…I was not able to sleep that night. I was getting nowhere with salbutamol. My breath seemed so hard to catch. My nose had an endless mucus discharge. My cough was so dry like I wanna puke everything inside my stomach out. My back aches like I don’t know what position would lessen the pain and help me sleep through the night.

Dawn came and I felt no good. I threw up thrice. I look worst. With no second thought ma sent for my aunt to accompany me to the hospital. Probably she was startled with my condition that time. Me too. I didn’t expect it would be that bad. I had no choice but to seek help from nobody but doctor. Off we went to Dr. Henry M. De Villa Memorial Hospital. This is the hospital in Ipil where my family trusted ever since. The doctor who attends me was always Dr. Said Sahi.  In Kinabalu City of Sabah, we used to go to see Dr. Ganesh at his clinic for check up, and Queen Elizabeth Hospital for intensive care.

I felt like dying along the way to the hospital. I grasp hard for air. I didn’t stop praying along the way. I tried not to think about horrible things I pictured in my mind last night. I tried to think positively. All is well. When we arrived I felt like I want to rush in into the ER. We went straight into the ER. OMG this is it. I think this is really the place for emergency cases and even for operations. There are nurses stand by inside. I think they’re assigned for ER and intended to attend for emergency cases. I saw trolley full of cottons (wet with alcohol, ready to be used), thick stack of bandages, scary injecting needles, and other types of needles (for cut sewing perhaps), huge scissors (it looked so sharp, I suppose it really was), etc etc… Inside the ER were also oxygen tanks, chords, beds for patients, thingamajig and thingamabob ready for attending cases. And the smell, the smell inside the ER is sickening. I really felt bad. Horrified by what might happen to me, terrified by everything I saw inside the ER.

A nurse approached us and immediately performing initial vital check up…blood pressure, body temperature, weight and etc. At the same time my aunt, spoke up for me, telling the nurse every single thing. What was wrong, what happened to me, and the interview. You know, I like the nurse attending me. She works swiftly, she is calm, she always wears her smile, and when she recorded my birth date that day  and she realized I just had my birthday, she greeted me a belated happy birthday. Maybe she has a good psychological knowledge, or she’s just good in interpersonal relationship. I felt a bit relaxed and comfortable with her.  Hurriedly she called for a doctor.

Not Dr. Said as whom I expect. He’s not yet around, they said. Any doctor will do. I’m at a critical state now. I felt my chest was about to explode. It’s difficult to breath. I can’t even bear to stand long. Not even able to talk properly. Like I was extraordinarily exhausted. Everything was so arduous and grueling. It was Dr. Henry who attended to me at the ER. He studied my vital sign and briefly asking how I felt. With much effort I answered his questions even it is hard to talk. He promptly send for nebulizer to me. The nebulizing machine was a lil larger than our normal lunch box, and when connected to a source, it will vaporize the medicine (I think it’s salbutamol) inside the whistle-like stuff through a tiny hose attached to it. I was nebulized like three times continuously, and doctor instructed the nurse to nebulize me intermittently starting on the afternoon.

While waiting for the dextrose, a doctor came inside and glanced over the patients inside ER. There’s also baby admitted too. My aunt told me, he’s Dr. Asli (I don’t know the exact spelling), the surgeon of the hospital. He’s mad with I think one of the nurse here. He told the other nurse inside the ER to send the (nurse I guess) to see him. He’s mad because one of the patients there was being sewed without him knowing, being he is the only surgeon of the hospital. Telling the other nurses that he won’t hold the responsibility if something went wrong with the patient because of the unauthorized sewing performed by the nurse. Uuh...how crucial, isn’t it? And then I saw someone who looked so familiar to me. I think it’s Torr, my tsub’s boyfriend. But he looked awful, like I almost can’t recognize him anymore. Were he’s being browbeaten? (Weeks after I learnt that they, both of them, he and tsub, was actually involved in an accident and tsub was also being admitted to the same hospital.)

And here came the dextrose (I don’t really know what you call those liquid injected to a patient through a small hose but they used to call it dextrose). I know it would hurt. The nurse rubbed the back of my palm with wet cotton trying to find a vein for the dextrose to go through my system. I try not to look at the huge needle, but I can’t help. OMG the needle looks so awfully big. The nurse try to put all her smile as she injected the needle inside my vein, but all those smile was no help. The needle was painful trying to go inside my skin. You know, I really don’t want to cry, but what a shame, my tears keep rolling down as the needle being pushed inside my skin. Finally when the nurse pulled the injection I saw my blood goes along and I felt sick to my stomach. OMG I want everything to be speed up so I won’t have to witness each and every single moment of these bloody things.

When the dextrose was already attached and the bandage was being dressed up I felt relieved. The nurse looked at me and looked at the baby crying out loud on the other corner (being injected for dextrose too), and giggled. She said, “Bakit ka umiyak? O pareho kayo ng baby, umiyak din.” Why? The needle is painful and I’m terrified by your needle okay. You think only babies will cry of injections? I just wiped my tears with that thought in my mind. The nurse asked my aunt for ward option afterward and ordered wheelchair for me. Huhu…felt like I’m some kinda senior citizen riding on a wheelchair in her old days. Nooo….! I’m not that old. Just too tired to walk to my ward.

Good that my aunt requested for a private ward. Nice lil ward, with comfort room (it’s the most important feature for me), a cute television and air-conditioner inside. At least I don’t have to walk along the hall to pee or whatever. Later on ma came along with extra pillows and sheets and etc.. The first day was a bad day. Still difficult to catch my breath. Doctor Said arrived and went to check me. He finally ask for oxygen tank and I was oxygenized. Tiny oxygen hose was attached to my nose and I could imagine myself looked like…I don’t care. And the first night was worst. Still I can’t lay down on bed because of my back ached like hell. That evening my aunt called one of my lolo to come, and my back was ‘tiyuktukan’. Puzzled by the term? I just don’t know how to translate it but if you were a tausog or a kalibugan perhaps, you may ask your mother. After ‘tiyukyukan’ I felt a bit calm but each time I cough my back felt the same penetrating pain. Nurses on duty came time to time to check my vital sign and giving medicines. There were these antibiotic where when injected to my dextrose tube I felt a bit pain. And during the first day I was not allowed to take in food for few hours (so grateful, ma won’t be able to force me to eat…I didn’t felt any hunger anyway that time, absolutely no appetite) till they collected my blood sample.

The next day I’m getting used to the routinely check-up and the intermittent nebulizer. But I hate it when they injected me for the skin test and blood sample and repositioning my dextrose hose to the other vein. My skin on one of my vein was swollen, and I think it’s normal. They also collected my urine and sent me for x-ray. Everything is normal, told the doctor. My blood pressure was always normal, my body temperature gave no sign of fever, blood sugar was 97, still normal, normal chest finding on x-ray, and no bad report on my urine and blood test. The usual goddamn bronchial asthma, almost killed me by taking my breath away. I think it’s the overreacting mucus that turned things wrong inside my system.

During the second day I felt a lot better. I asked the nurse to take away those goody hose from my nose which supplied me the vital air to live. Third day it was Sunday and I really wanted to go home. Doctor Said was not around on Sundays. But still he called the nurse and asked about me. He finally allowed me to be discharged after evaluating the report of the attending nurse. He instructed the nurse to give me the home medication sheet though, with a list of medicines and schedule of taking them up. There’s also the schedule of my follow-up appointment with the doctor.

When I went home grandpa was there waiting. I felt like I was a child, palangga of everyone. Mother, father, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, teachers and everyone is wishing me to get well soon. I hope and I will. Now I’m taking further medication (herbal) at home and on a strict food diet. I learnt the cause of my asthma- it’s the disequilibrium of the body. I would take extra good care of my body and goodbye hospital. I was there, and done that but hopefully not coming back again. Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine’s Day!!

So long 2012, Helo 2013

It’s the first day of the year, January 1, 2013. Since last night, I’ve been sending and receiving New Year’s greetings. Open up my Facebook account and scrolled down the News Feed. Macam-macam ada. But to sum it all, everyone wish to have a great year ahead. Some of them did not forget to thank God above for the good 2012. Indeed, this is the time for reflections and resolution.

Mine, I really want to send this profound gratitude for God Allah s.w.t. for blessing me with good life, great people around, and valuable experiences which I know will help me grow holistically. Especially with last year 2012, which ended last night, I really feel fortunate because there’s a lot to be remembered of. And most of them are truly pleasant and wholesome for me, especially worth remembering.

Thesis

Internship

Recognition

Graduation

The board exam

My job

My passing of board exam

The oath-taking ceremony

…so many more…

Not to be forgotten of course, the people who came and go in my life during the wonderful year. Some had really came to stay, but I don’t know til when and I don’t wanna think about it. Some even said goodbye and left me, but I know we’ll see each other in Heaven one day. I pray for all of you.

Thank you Allah, Alhamdulillah for the marvelous year you gave to me. I hope 2013 will be as great as 2012. With my resolution listed, I end this.