tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21720984017396626792024-03-04T21:55:35.515-08:00gee's lifeGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-52037758507201540512023-01-17T19:17:00.001-08:002023-01-17T19:17:36.297-08:00HI<p> Hello. </p><p>Its been some time since I last posted anything here. So many things had happened since then that caused the abandonement of this blog page.</p><p>Once I was a student. Now I am a working professional.</p><p>Once I was not married. Now I am married and am a mother of two, and soon to be three child.</p><p>Once I was a bit more creative and motivated. Now I'm just going with the flow, working the 8-5 life. </p><p>Sometimes, I wonder what can be done to re-live the motivations that I had in my earlier teen life. And whether I can start back my passion for writing. For that, we shall see if there will be another post following this one.</p><p>Bye. For now.</p>Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-57762446805864727012016-12-08T06:07:00.000-08:002016-12-08T06:07:24.154-08:00Book reviews: Love letters to the dead by Ava Dellaira<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Laurel was given an assignment by her English teacher on her first day of class. The assignment of writing a letter to a dead
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On the night that May died, was after movie night. They went
to their usual spot, where the old train tracks cross over the river. They were sitting in the middle of the bridge,
when Laurel said something that she felt never should have been said. May then
stood up and started to cross back to land on the metal edge of the track, like
a tightrope, and within moments, after she turn her back to look at May, and as
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And the moment the furrier boats set sails in the island,
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and the twins could be the only two that know where he was. And the two decided
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hibernating monsters began to wake and dominate the island. Since the start, they
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Daniel. He was an enigmatic guy. He was a fallen angel, who was
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-15175616843772085812016-10-21T05:13:00.001-07:002016-10-21T05:13:17.163-07:00Jelly Belly.Holla.<br />
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Thinking back, my weight had been consistent for two years. I never trouble myself to go shopping, as my old clothes always fit me fine and I'm not the shopaholic kind. But, for the past few days, I feels that I might need to get hold on new gears, and upgrade my attires to bigger size.<br />
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Gosh! I am getting F.A.T.<br />
During HOship, I was like someone with hyperthyroidism. I ate a lot, but I never gained weight. It must had been attributed by the stress and hardships at that time. But, now that, that phase of life was over, and I'm enjoying life more with proper lunch time in between work. The fat cells decided to build a camp on me and my jelly belly began to shows.<br />
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It’s been awhile since my last post isn’t it. How are you
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You won’t mind reading me rambling after all this while bah
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I started this blog 5 years ago, and in my first post ever
for this blog on the 10<sup>th</sup> of Feb, 2012, I wrote about having to take
different kind of road which may bring different outcome in life. And I believe
I had taken the full of obstacles road, and it had yet to come to an end. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I had completed a total of 7 years of study + training. And
all those years has never been easy. There never been a day past without me
thinking/blaming/ regretting the decision made 7 years earlier, but with much perseverance,
we managed to go through the obstacles and be what we are today. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m not good with recalling events, but lots had happened. <o:p></o:p></div>
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HAPPY. SAD. FUNNY. DEPRESSING. VICTORIOUS. FRIENDSHIP. LOVE.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I believe it’s time to move on now and continue to create new chapters in life. I may or may not write in this blog again. But I wishes everyone a good life and good luck in your life journey ahead. Hope that you get the happy ending that you wishes for in life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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B.Y.E</div>
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You might think that I have forgotten of your existence. But worry not, as that's not the case.</div>
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It's all about work now. And work has drained me out of me. </div>
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Am sharing a few photos taken during my Singapore trip last May.</div>
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Singapore will be the second oversea trip that I had after Indonesia 2 years back. </div>
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It was a short and fun trip with the special one. </div>
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-41606078556973591562014-03-30T18:55:00.001-07:002014-03-30T18:55:45.214-07:00Which life will you live? - ONE ft. Wang Leehom (+playlist)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/B2G-pK75h7g" width="480"></iframe>Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-62642085920938375742014-02-18T10:00:00.002-08:002014-02-18T10:00:58.114-08:00No more hatred for Mr Bone.I'm into my 6th months of working life. I long leave medical dept and currently settling down in orthopaedic dept.<br />
Life in orthopaedic is so much different from medical. One day I was working in a busy ward and the next day I get to experience the awkwardness of being jobless in the ward.<br />
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What does it feels to be a second poster?<br />
Nothin special. No feeling of superiority. I felt normal. And I get to start all over again. Orthopaedic is so much different from medicine. Just imagine one day you were dealing with medical stuff (infection, inflammation, nephro, gastro, etc) and the next day you need to deal with bone, bone and bone. Fractures. Every type of fractures.<br />
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But good thing about ortho is. It is less hectic than medical. And after some time. You will get used to the same old things that you see everyday, so that you want get shocked with any unexpected, weird case that may come your way as in medical.<br />
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So far, I'm loving my life in ortho. I got time to read my novels and got time to spare with my love one. :)<br />
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And that's that. A short update from a lazy me. Adios. :)<br />
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<p dir=ltr>It was on my night call. The first night call ever in my new ward. I was expecting a peaceful night. With less admission compared to my former wards. Gastro ward wa so much hectic than nephro, which is my new posting. I was dealing with a difficult blood taking when respi ward, the ward that I'm covering for other than nephro calls, saying that one of the patient is not responsive. I immediately abandon Mr difficult and run to respi, which was just right next door. And the first sight that welcome me in respi was the nurses pushing the emergency trolley into the isolation room. and I just know that it was serious. That I'm gonna deal with someone's life. Without further delay, I just grab a normal facemask and went in to assess the patient. </p>
<p dir=ltr>The sight of the patient is aint pretty too. She look .... well.. numb. Rigid. The first thing that I did was check the patient's carotid pulse and auscultate for her heart beat. And I can hear nor felt none. After making sure that she has not been issued DNR and was for active resuscitation. I did the first thing that came to my mind. No time should be wasted. Every second waste could lead to cerebral hypoxia. And so, I just went up the bed and start to do CPR. </p>
<p dir=ltr>I was in doubt at first, whether CPR should never be commence without guidance from my superior. That maybe I was wrong, maybe the pulse is there but it was me who was unskillfull in eliciting the signs. But, my inner instinct get me through the night.</p>
<p dir=ltr>I ordered the nurse to call my superior and the other to check her pulse and blood pressure. Both were none recordable. But the heart activity was present with the CPR going on. I got high adrenaline rush that I can get myself to do CPR for 15~ mins straight. (Which never happen before this)</p>
<p dir=ltr>My superior came around 5 mins after I start doing the CPR and the patient was immediately intubated. But sadly, even after 1 hour struggling to keep her alive. She didn't make it. </p>
<p dir=ltr>That's why my first time as an attending Dr to an unresponsive patient is not cool. Not cool at all. </p>
<p dir=ltr>But on the bright side. I'm glad that I didn't cower in fear and do something stupid at that time. I'm glad that I can take action. And from this, I became aware of the things that should be done during an active resuscitation. And I believe I could do better next time. </p>
<p dir=ltr>But still, I loss a life last night. :(<br><br></p>
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-44029268164044455282013-07-20T00:31:00.001-07:002013-07-20T00:31:13.078-07:00Restless ramble<div class="MsoNormal">
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I haven’t write in ages; the last update that I wrote
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I am in limbo now, where times seem to freeze along with
this body of mine. I’ve been passive for months and all I’ve been doing for the
time being was eat, sleep, read and face the laptop for all days long. All days lonnnnggg. Well, though I’m dreading
the day that I’ll start working, being in this boring state for too long make
me no good too. So, I can’t help to wait for the days that I’ll get my ‘calling’
letter and start to get active again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Talking about the letters or documentations, they are part
of reason why I am restless on my longus holiday. Holiday supposed to be good
right, but mine isn’t so for me. *Sigh* <o:p></o:p></div>
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The letters. I’m expecting 3 batches of letter but not one
has reached me yet. You see, I lived in papar and though few years back we
moved to Sepanggar, I never changed my mailing address to my current location
for not having a trustworthy address here. And so, all the letters was mailed there and
for some reason, I was unable to stay overnight at my aunt house and being a
nocturnal person, a day trip back just for the letter is tiresome ;p, so I
called my cousin to help me take them and passed it to my brother, as they are
colleague. But the frustrating thing is, my cousin went for outstation after he
took the letter and this crazy brother of mine never take me seriously and didn’t
take the letters from him until the day he, himself went out for outstation. So
now, I’m left hanging here with the letters lying at some foreign place. *Sigh*
again. So, All I can do is to wait and wait and be patience. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Another big reason why I am trapped in this place is my
driving lessons. I made a big mistake. A seriously huge MISTAKE. I chose the
wrong driving institute or ‘branch’ to be exact. This branch of driving
institute that I went to has been taken their student for granted. I don’t know
how to say this, but in this limited time, when I’m trying to get my license as
fast as I could, they are just being ‘unhelpful’. No. It should be something stronger,
but I’m trying hard not to use vulgar word here. My classes was postponed for
so many times and at crucial time, the tutor was being unreachable. And now I
am stuck with my current progress. Have you ever wished hard for something and
when it doesn’t go the way that you wanted it to be is causing you serious
heart ache? Well that’s how I am now, I was quite confident with this driving
thingy at first, but with all these problems, my confidence decrease. Hope that
it will end well before my holiday end. *Finger crossed* I just can’t leave
this place without completing this saddening quest. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Enough with the depressing stuffs, I want to share the good
things about my holiday too. The keywords to describe my heart candy are 3Bs.
Books, bake and babies. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Books. I’ve collected a few new read over the holiday, and
finished more than 5 novels. Yeay! Books bOoks booKs. But I’m not in the mood
to write book reviews on each book though; I’m lazy enough as it is. Hee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Bake. I finally succeed in the making of a chocolate moist
cake after 2 failed attempts. I didn’t snap its picture though, because a mini
disastrous thing happened and the presentation was not pretty. Hu. And I also
made chocolate fondant and butter cake. All was inspired by sis Stella who was
pretty successful with her baking project now. *Heart*<o:p></o:p></div>
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Babies. Well as you know, I’ve been spending 1/3 times of my
holiday over my sister’s place and spend some time with the babies. And now
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It's been awhile since I post some random ramble.And I'm just in the mood to share an interesting event that happened recently, so, stay tuned folks. :)</div>
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It was my eldest brother's birthday last Saturday. Tho I was not as enthusiast as his fiancee to surprise him on his special day, I became her partner in crime in preparing the mini event.</div>
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My brother was such a bully that he'd been requesting for future SIL to bake an ice cream cake for him, but since she didn't have much spare time due to her bizarre work schedule, she decided to just buy it. And the only place that we know for selling it is the new Baskin Robbins at 1B. So?? BR is it.</div>
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Future SIL had a night shift the night before, so, we confide to meet at 1B for the cake. And that day was the first day in my longus holiday that I wake up early in the morning. Lol. </div>
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Anyway, I took a bus from home to 1B and meet future SIL there. As expected we were early, but we didn't expect the store to open at 11am. Ok, I know I'm a noob, but we never have BR here what, and I thought the standard time for any shop to open at a mall was 10am. Betul kan? ;p</div>
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The way the cakes were sold in BR was different from other store/ bakery that sells cake. </div>
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The selections were limited for our walk-in cake-hunt, so we just randomly chose one of the few flavors of ice-cream cake there. And chocolate is always the safest choice, don't you think. :)</div>
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Le bro was overly tired from work the day before, so he was still asleep by the time that we went back.</div>
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And then the usual surprising process happened and that was him with future SIL in his 'bedraggled' look after being forced to wash up for picture taking. Hehe.</div>
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The mindlessly bought donuts that are still in the fridge.</div>
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My brother was damn lucky right?! To have such a cool cake for his birthday. Oops. It seem like I'd been putting the limelight on the cake rather than the birthday boy since the beginning till the end.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>ps: The reason for the lack of enthusiasm to celebrate le bro birthday was that he didn't wish me mine on my birthday the week before. @.@ Tidak puas hati betul. Hehe.</i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air" - Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></i></div>
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Random photos during my longus holiday with the quotations from my favorite philosopher. :)</div>
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A new addition in the family. Baby Bella Dalisha Albert. :)</div>
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Baby Brandon with his little sister. *Adorable*</div>
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Bella's cake for her full moon party. An unexpected event held over her mother's hometown.</div>
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<i>"In a library we are surrounded by hundred of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes" - RWE</i></div>
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The novels that I read over the holiday. </div>
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And currently reading Jodi Picoult's novel, Sing you home.</div>
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<i>"I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me" - RWE</i></div>
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My favorite phrase from the book. *Funny*</div>
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Self cam with my new contact lens. *The picture was dark tho*</div>
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My first attempt to draw my favorite youtube's artist.</div>
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Half-way done knitting project. -.-</div>
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And non-other than the haze-y weather.</div>
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"Divorce.. It's the end of the world." - Karen</div>
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Everything changed for Karen when her parents had a big
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<o:p></o:p>Karen tried to fix the situation with the insight of her
parents getting back together if they’re given the opportunity to spent time
together again after the fight. She plan for a natural encounter for both
parents but before she take action, her rebellious brother run away from home
and her father did went back to their home to discuss about her brother
disappearance. But, he didn't reconcile with his wife and their fight gotten
more intense than before. That were the time that Karen realize that both of
her parents had made the right choice of getting on their own way and there
were no use of trying to fix the damage. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The story portrays the inner thought of the children (or
teenage to be exact) in the process of understanding and adapting to the
situation whereas their parents are going divorce. It let us see into the mind of
the divorcee’s children. Hanna kept it as a secret from others as she thought
that they may think of her differently if they know the truth, and she also has
been having denial of her parent’s divorce and take measures to get them back
together, but with Val’s help, she finally understood and slowly adapting to
the situation. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Living
at a farm house at the countryside (I supposed), deer hunting was a common practice
at their neighborhood, especially to those who own their share of land over the
forest. But Hanna and gran’s family kept their land as a sanctuary for the wild
life and even provide foods for the does during winter to keep them at their
land and not fall into prey to the hunter during the opening season. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When
she was little, Hanna was left at her neighbor’s house when her parents had a conflict,
and that was the time that she grow attached to the Schoenmakers couple, the
one that she addressed as gran and grandpa in the story. And even when her parents
get back together, she still went for routine visits over the Schoenmakers place.
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To protect
the bright and small Hanna from the trouble of the world, gran told her a lot
of story that ends with happy ending. The story that Hanna loves the most was
about how gran and grandpa first met and it was a love at first sight. It was
like a fairy tale and to make small Hanna happy, gran make up a lot of lies
without intending to do so. But, the truth remain sealed until later..<o:p></o:p></div>
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As Hanna grows up, she ceased down her
visit to the Schoenmakers’ place and falls into the usual flow of a teenager
life. She had a crush and after years of chasing after the same boy, she had
her chance when her crush finally turn to her and ask her to be his girl. But,
their love life doesn’t goes as what she imagined it will be. The boy was not
loyal to her and it was a hurtful relationship, but believing in fairy tales
and happy ending, she endures it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As life goes, the Schoenmakers grew
older. Gran was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease and grandpa has heart
problem. Gran need to be put on a wheel chair and was unable to move.
Later, she even has difficulty to talk and can only communicate by eye movement.
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Being caught on not doing her mandatory
community service on time, Hanna made a proposal to her counselor to serve her
time at the Schoenmakers home and it was approved. She looks after gran
afterschool when grandpa goes to work and help around with the housework. When gran was well, she was a member of 5 book
clubs and she had a collection of novels at her house. Back then, Hanna used to
borrow books from her and they will discuss about it after Hanna finished it
all. But, after having the disease, unable to read as she normally does, gran
turned to audiobook instead of the normal hard print books. Hanna turns the radio on for her every day,
and on one of the occasion, she was drawn to the audiobook as well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Throughout the visit, they’ve been
listening to an audiobook entitled ‘How it ends’, which was a life story of an
orphan. Turned out, the story was the real life story of gran and grandpa at
which was totally different from what Hanna had been told before. Affected by
her past, gran was not fond of the hospital (Doctor) and she made an agreement
with grandpa to end their life when her last batch of medication finished.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Grandpa shot gran and he on the first
day of the opening season after gran’s medication finished. Hearing the shotgun’s
sound, Hanna immediately knows something was not right and ran to the
Schoenmakers’ home. But she was late and both gran and grandpa was dead. She
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The incident affected Hanna and she finally broke up with her boyfriend and chose to be together with another man that
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<i>“I pray you will realize that a happy
ending is not the same as happily ever after and that fairy tales are fiction,
but love, true love is trustworthy, steadfast, and reliable, is not”</i><o:p></o:p><br />
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How it ends was a great book revolving around Hanna and gran's life, and it was told by both person point of view. I love how Hanna's life and thought was well describe in the story. And as for gran or grandma Helen, I never expect her life to be that tragic. Her life as told in the audio book was totally different from what I thought she was earlier in the story.<br />
Whenever Hanna turn on the audiobook, I was so horrified with some of the story that I wish Hanna will faster finished the chapter that they were listening to and go to her part of the story. But, afterward, I also anticipate the sequel of the audio book as much as Hanna do after finishing each chapter.<br />
Although this was a great story, I feel that the part where gran and grandpa ends their life was a little disturbing. The description was too vivid for me and I didn't expect them to end their life that way. @.@<br />
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Stepping away from the student's realm mean that I'm gonna start my career soon. </div>
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Despite knowing the busy day that looms ahead, I decided to be positive and day-dreaming about the things that I would like to have in the future. . </div>
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1. A comfy home </div>
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I've been planning since like forever to have my own home. But I still hasn't decide what kinda house I'm gonna buy. I prefer a bungalow, but apartment is not bad too. It's too early for me to daydream about these tho, so I'll leave that thought to future me to decide.</div>
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2. Car</div>
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This is the most important and essential thing in my must-have list. Without these, how else am I going to work or even anywhere else. I'm not aiming for fancy car, i'm gonna buy one of those small and affordable car. </div>
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3. DSLR or lomo camera maybe? </div>
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And P.L.A.C.E.S </div>
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That I would like to go when I finally can afford to do so.</div>
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I MUST go to Japan at least once in my lifetime. I'm in love with Japanese culture and I vow to myself that I must go to Japan on spring to appreciate the Sakuras before getting married.</div>
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Hmmm. That's all that I can dream about for now. </div>
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*Finger-crossed* </div>
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Hope that I'm going to have all of it real soon. </div>
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'No person has the right to rain on your dreams' - Martin Luther King Jr</div>
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-30545469289194902672013-06-08T01:24:00.000-07:002013-06-08T01:24:05.670-07:00Hello-ing<div style="text-align: center;">
It's been more than a month now. The 'honeymoon' phase of le post-student's life. </div>
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I've been spending most of my time at Sandakan accompanying my sister 'ber-pantang'. </div>
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I feel normal. No need to worry for the coming exam. No need to study every night.</div>
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And having a toddler at the house, it was not convenience for me to play with the laptop as the nephew will surely attack me/ more of the laptop if he see one. So, that's attribute to the lack of update from me. Hee.</div>
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This is just a short post though.</div>
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Just want to say Hi to the lovely folks who are reading these and wish all of you a good day and a fun weekend ahead. </div>
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Bye bye. :)</div>
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-72362662237415925612013-05-17T11:04:00.000-07:002013-05-17T11:04:15.172-07:00A letter to a friend II<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;">A letter to a friend is dedicated to Ms Firah & Ms Nurul that went back to Peninsular after all these years. Here to you "a letter to a friend II".</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>" 'We'll be friends forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. 'Even longer' Pooh answered" </i></span>- A.A Milne, Winnie the Pooh</div>
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Nurul San~<br />
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Among all people, you are the one that know me the longest. We were destined to walk together. To walk the life path as a student together. We've known each other for nearly 2 decades now, to be specific, 17 years.<br />
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We studied together at the same primary school, and back then we were best friend too. And together with Miss Dg we were a triad made of "telur", "ayam" and "itik". You are one of the earlier person that accepted me as I am and I am really grateful for that. My childhood won't be the same without you and Dyg. *Hug*<br />
Then we separated when you went away for another school during secondary school time. I still remember writing you letter, but being a lazy bum at that time, I broke the chain after one or two letters and we totally lost contact after that. *Sorry* <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Kalau ko masi ingat lah, hehe)</span><br />
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Then, our next encounter was during matriculation time. But we haven't talk to each other yet that time. We crossed each other path for once or twice, and I recognised you instantly, but being a shy shy cat, I didn't tegur you. Lama tidak jumpa kan, takut tidak kena ingat ni. ;p<br />
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We truly become reconciled again at UMS. We took the same course and suffered for a few years together. You are cool and sporting gila. You guys are the best neighbor that I ever had. Aisey. Hehe. Sorry for the time that I whined about my love life to you guys. Sorry~ Mesti kamu stress kalau saya datang bilik kamu masa tu tu kan. Hee. Thanks for being a good listener whenever I had trouble and feels like sharing. Thanks for not judging me for my mistakes.<br />
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I love hanging out with you guys especially when you are around, why? Cos you are the pe-meriah suasana and also event- planner. So the activities won't be boring without you. But, sorry for not being around for most of the time juga. During first and second year, faham faham lah why jarang hang out kan, but during third to fifth year, I didn't go out much due to unstable emotion + stress. Sorry. @.@<br />
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Ada lagi yang saya mau thanks ni: Thanks for providing me meggi time saya kelaparan tengah malam and thanks for the non-putus supply of running man at UMS <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Skrg teda suda T.T).</span><br />
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Good luck for the next chapter of our life and you must come to my wedding k! <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Tapi jangan risau, bukan saya yg first kahwin ni, antara kamu 3 tu, jangan lupa honeymoon trip ah)</span> hehe.Dan jangan lupa jemput saya pigi your wedding juga. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(OK! Habis pasal kahwin)</span><br />
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17 years is not a short time. You are a part of my life. Although I didn't express it, you are also one of my greatest friend in this whole wide world.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> *Hug* </span> I never wanna say goodbye to you, it's better to say it in chinese = 再见. Let us meet again in the future. :)<br />
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As childhood friends, we grew up together,</div>
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Swearing to be friends forever and ever.</div>
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Sometimes we would argue and fight,</div>
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We went from playing with games and toys,</div>
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My thoughts and feelings, to you I would confide,</div>
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Never having anything to hide.</div>
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Friends we do remain,</div>
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Things changing, and things staying the same.</div>
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To each other we still listen and share,</div>
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About each other, we will always care.</div>
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It's the end of le student life. </div>
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Final exam was over for like 2 weeks ago and I moved all my possessions back home. </div>
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I had 3 moving trips to transfer all my stuff from hostel back home. Why 3 trips you might say, because the mover a.k.a my brother only drives a Myvi and the stuff accumulated during the 5 years period was seriously a lot, so it's not possible for us to move back everything in one sole trip. </div>
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And till now I still have sore muscle pain over le shoulder resulted from lifting the book racks and dino-books up and down the stairs. *Exhausting* I never wanna move again in near future. @.@</div>
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The highlight of this post would be this! My simple study/working/reading corner. Thanks to le weakut, I have 2 book racks now. One for my novels and the other one for my text books. </div>
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The photos of my lovely friends. To remind me that I am a lucky person for having these lovely people.</div>
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And another one.</div>
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Oops. And this stolen poster from school also become one of my room's deco. ;p</div>
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<br />Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-36388520539158050632013-05-15T03:04:00.000-07:002013-05-17T11:02:20.479-07:00A letter to a friend I<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">A letter to a friend is dedicated to Ms Firah & Ms Nurul that went back to Peninsular after all these years. Here to you "a letter to a friend I".</span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"Each friend represent a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born" </i></span>- <span style="font-size: x-small;">Anais Nin</span></span></div>
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Dear Firah,<br />
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It's been 3 days since we last see each other, how are you? ;p By the time you're reading this, you're back to your hometown, far away from us here at Sabah. But, though we are separated by the wide sea, I hope that you won't forget your Sabahan Buddies and all our precious memories here.<br />
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Do you still remember? We started off as roomate, then team mate, then group mates for 2 years. And our friendship's bond grew on each passing day, we are<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (ARE not WERE, cos still is ;p)</span> super close though we were not back then when we were still roomate. Hee.<br />
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Dear friend, I never tell you this before. Throughout this 5 years, you have been my greatest friend. You are the friend that stick with your friend when they needed you and you are fun to be around with. You are the most understanding person that I know and talking with you will be something that I'll miss in near future. I love you Firah! as a friend ;p<br />
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I thought of this moment before, the moment of us parting and continue with our respective journey on our own different ways. But, I never imagine that it would feel this weird without you on near vicinity as you always were. And the thought of never seeing you again in the future is scary. I am not good in keeping contact with my friends and I hope that we won't lose contact, cos I never wanna lose you as a friend.<br />
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When we first talked to each other</div>
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Our friendship has kept on growing</div>
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You listen when I have a problem</div>
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And help dry the tears from my face.</div>
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You take aways my sorrow</div>
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And put happiness in its place.</div>
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Laughing 'til out faces turn blue.</div>
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Talking of things only we find funny</div>
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People think we're insane -if they only knew!</div>
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For catching me when I fall.</div>
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Thanks again for being such a good friend</div>
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And being here with me though it all.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Rachel Bill</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Let's travel together in the future and don't you forget to invite me for your wedding k. ;p</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">ps: Sorry for this jiwang post.. see you during kursus induction. ;p</span><br />
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Geehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17209783482663680564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172098401739662679.post-65790037605491964272013-05-12T08:56:00.000-07:002013-05-12T08:59:43.976-07:00Book Reviews: Playing with the grown ups by Sophie Dahl"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes" - Antoine de Saint Exupery, The little prince<br />
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The story started with a phone call. The call that needed Kitty to go back to England as something happened to their mother. On her journey back home, rivers of memories flooded through her mind. The memory of her mother and her life.<br />
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The story was about Kitty's life and mainly about a daughter who adore her mother above everything else in the world. Kitty was born without a father, her mother had an affair with a married man and gave birth to her. Her mother was a painter and they live a simple life in the countryside with her <span class="GRnoSuggestion GRcorrect" grcontextid="bestemama:0" grmarkguid="c405bb2d-2038-4468-9d8e-11c28e2f5f0b" gruiphraseguid="08d78ae6-d907-4398-b7cf-4d852271abb7">bestemama</span> and <span class="GRnoSuggestion GRcorrect" grcontextid="bestepapa:1" grmarkguid="7deeb254-2a8f-4314-a793-f11e7484d40f" gruiphraseguid="08d78ae6-d907-4398-b7cf-4d852271abb7">bestepapa</span>. When she was 8 years old, her mother had another man in her life and given birth to a twin. However, the relationship only lasted for some time before the guy left them again.<br />
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Their peaceful life in the countryside abruptly changed when her mother had a sudden attraction toward a Hindi's teaching headed by a man named Swami-Ji. Their life course changes periodically according to Swami-Ji's forecast.<br />
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Kitty went through hardships in her boarding school and had a glamorous life along side her mother afterward. Turned out, her mother were not well and while her mother were getting proper treatment at the hospital, she and her younger brother and sister were taken care by their grandparent back at the countryside.<br />
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At the last chapter, the condition of her mother after they went back to the countryside were not mentioned, and I thought that the call mentioned earlier was about the death of her mother, that's why Kitty rushed back to her mother's side. But I was wrong as she was pretty much alive when Kitty reached England.<br />
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At last, Kitty get to meet her mother again and she get to hear the long awaited apology from her mother.<br />
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The story is mainly about how Kitty feels as she grows up with her mother as her idol and role model. Trying to become just like her mother, she dressed way too elegantly for her school and as expected, a lot of people thought that she was eccentric and she does not have a big circle of friends. Her feeling were described in the story and although she adore her mother very much, she was soon tired of the attention given on her mother and the drug problem that her mother has. Kitty doesn't grown in a normal family as others did but at the present, she is married and living a normal life with her husband.<br />
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Back then, I prayed a lot to the God, and I always tells Him how grateful am I that He has chosen to walk with me since I was 14 years old till the present.Why 14 years old you might ask. Even though I had been baptized as a Catholic since I was young, I had not been an active church-goer until I was fourteen, and it was the same year that I received my first holy communion. He had been my loyal companion since then and I had no trouble in finding my ways until now. </div>
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I distanced myself from Him and seldom talks to Him as I used to back then. The hardship that I faced in my university life made me feels like I'm walking alone, without Him by my side. </div>
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And I stopped talking to him. I stop visiting His holy church. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Yeap, I was that kinda worst person*</span></div>
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He never abandoned me, He was always there. Looking out for me, guide my through my hardship. </div>
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It never occur to me that life could be much harder if He weren't there.</div>
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And now, I want to thank Him even more for guiding me through the hardship and guide me to the right path, especially in my studies. </div>
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Thanks God. I won't made it without You.</div>
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You knows that I dream of these days and you made my wishes come true. :)</div>
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God has guide me through and I passed my exam. I am no longer a student. I am a D now. :)</div>
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