That's What Friends Are For

I've been toying with the idea of digital scrapping lately and finally tried one yesterday. Here's my first ever digital scrap, a tribute to Ms. Prudential.

(The picture was blurred on purpose)



More to come!

Heavy In The Heart

Isn't it overwhelming to see your loved ones work so hard when they're not supposed to? At times like these, you'd hate yourself for not being able to do anything about it. You prayed hard with the hope that things will get easier for them.

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I wish I could buy the world.

*Sigh*

The Self-Defined Victim

The self-defined, “Victim” writes his/her own history (along with keeping a now wary protective vigilance toward his/her future power structures by a practiced "marketing" of his/her "mistreatment" and/or "abuse." Support garnered through such projections provide outside support during rejection, separation or divorce potentials and isolates the falsely labeled "Victimizer" in his/her life).

Source: The Internet


All too familiar.

He's Gone

I came to know about him from Yahoo News, last year. The news was about his "Last Lecture". From time to time, I keep updated about him through his website. Also, I was fortunate enough to watch him on Oprah.

When I logged on to the Internet a few minutes ago, I was shocked to see the news about his death at Yahoo.

Even though I never knew him let alone met him, I feel sad. He was such an inspiration. I am not going to blog more about him because his obituary at Yahoo News already did the justice.

Rest In Peace, Dr. Randy Pausch.

"...when you see yourself doing something badly and nobody's bothering you to tell you anymore, that's a very bad place to be. Your critics are the ones telling you they still love you and care." — from The Last Lecture - Go figure!

To The Drama Queen

I cannot help but smirk at your latest “manifesto”. I don't believe every single thing you said in that domain.

You're a phony.

I think you should stop faking every drama in your life.
Every stories in your life has been blown out of proportion, by you.

I truly pity you because you're still resort to sympathy for people to like you.

Haven't you realized that "people at that place" are tired of your dramas?

Much Ado About Weekend

Yesterday was spent karaokeing with a bunch of friends. I think I'm becoming a karaoke addict. For the past 2 weeks, I've been karaokeing a lot. However it's not entirely my fault hehe because I have friends that are karaoke-holic too.

Also, this morning I went to Gabai with Juju and the Sate Minang Gang minus Ms. MetroJaya. Thank God I successfully climbed the 325 steps up to the waterfall! But now my legs are still shaking a bit from all those climbing. Anyway, there were a lot of people at such a small area and thus limiting my berendam activity. Furthermore, the water was sooo cold. An obscene view of Apek Cine in clinging boxer shorts *shudder* didn't spoil our appetite to enjoy the picnic foods. We had nasi lemak (imported all the way from Mak Wanjor, New Village) and Ms.Comot's scrumptious fried macaroni. We went back just before noon and I had a good rest after that.

Laters!

Happy 26th Birthday

Before I was diagnosed, I already experiencing the early symptoms. However, I was so scared to see a doctor. In order to ease the heavy burden in my heart, I decided to confide to a very few people including my sister. That was a decision that I come to regret later because of the many incidents that happened after that. Nevertheless, at least now I know what type of friends I have. Amazingly, my sister was so understanding and patience though she didn't agree with my stubbornness. She never ever gave me a hard time during my stubborn moment. Plus, she never gloated that she was right or telling me I-told-you-so for not listening to her. Ungkit-mengungkit is not her style.

When I was in hospital, she stood by me and really took care of me.

This is why I appreciate her more. She's my one and only sister. My best friend. The only sisterhood that is real for me now. Nothing else matters anymore.

I love you so much, beloved sister!

Happy 26th Birthday

Staying Alive

Today I had a routine follow-up at the neuro clinic. Dad dropped me off somewhere in the hospital area, very early in the morning. Thinking that I couldn't handle large crowds in the early hours, I avoided the hospital canteen and opted to have breakfast at a small cafe. As I sat alone having breakfast in the cafe, I noticed that the doctors had breakfast together, female nurses gossiping among themselves and male hospital attendants talked only about politics. Even in a different environment and time, segregation still exists, I guess.

Then I made my way to the clinic. The experience being in a neurology clinic is depressing, trust me. I mean no disrespect but I seeing many people with different kind of neuro disease is disheartening. Nonetheless, I am very much thankful to Allah, despite being sick, I am not as bad as other people that I saw at the clinic. Alhamdulillah.

However, things are still not doing so great for me. My recent blood test showed an unsatisfactory result therefore they cannot reduce my medications (I hate steroids!!) yet. My doctor is still optimistic, though. After that, I had another blood test at the clinic. The good thing is I'm so immune to needles, I don't feel much pain anymore. Will be going through another blood test soon. So yay, for me!

I actually wanted to write more, especially about suffering the side effects of my medications but that's another story. Later!

Disconnecting - Reconnecting

With the insistence of my 2 friends, Mr.Eh and Mr.Ek, I attended a wedding reception with them. It was quite a surprise for my friends when I showed up as I am known with my disdain of attending wedding receptions. Ever since I got sick, this is my first time seeing a whole bunch of friends that I've been avoiding before. So I did a lot of catching up when I got there. Although they were glad to see me, some of my friends expressed their disappointment to me because I didn't inform them when I was really sick and being hospitalized.

I knew I have made a mistake. I underestimate and overestimate my friends. A very few that I thought I could count on, weren't exactly supportive (Maybe someday I'll blog about it). While those I'm so embarrassed to tell about my condition, were being very, very kind.

Consequently, my personal point of view about friendship has definitely changed. Albeit not withholding any hatred, I've had enough with that very few. That is why I've stopped to care. I do not wish to strengthen or maintain whatever 'strong bond' that we used to have. I try to be civil once in a while but most of the time, I just let nature takes it's course. Nevertheless, I am very much grateful with some of my friends (beloved Juju, BBmates, Sate Minang Gang, Mr.Cockroach and Ms.Prudential to name a few) for being exceptionally caring and understanding.

Finally, I'm happy to be among those whole bunch again.