This is just the story of myself and my family.

Monday, April 25, 2011


Suddenly at this wee hour both of us are at the Trauma Care HUKM. We are here since 2.00 am. He is all over with rashes since 11.00 pm last night after came home from Putrajaya to witness his wind orchestra. Surprising I am not that sleepy now. This is posted in HUKM.

Thursday, April 21, 2011


In a way I regretted I had such a big mouth. I shouldn't have tell what was going on with work. Of course one can't get everything done like what it should be. It is just work, there is nothing new about it. I don't create anything extra or something strange, it is just like it is. As a worker you have to do it. There is nothing to do with the boss is always right all the time. Actually it is damned difficult to text everything here.

Concerning work, the outcomes are really expected not only the output. It is so demanding in my workplace. On top of it I am not a perfectionist. That is the trouble.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


I managed to talk to a new friend about partnership in life. She said the other person expects perfectness in everything and has so much 'self actualization' in all walks of life. He demands high standard even in his children. Then I started to understand what had actually happened in our life. If I could text everything here.

That perfectness makes a person lonely. No one wants to be your company. Somehow now I don't regret what had I done even though walls talked.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Happy Birthday

Today is your birthday. I asked the kids to buy you the cheese cake. Nurul fried the mee hoon. Your job life is now hardly three years then.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


I wished to write many things here. I don't suppose anybody like to know what I write. I wonder who like to peek. There is nothing interesting in here. You see before I started blogging, I do have diaries. Like a little girl. I write what I felt but actually I don't write everything. I thought I wrote about my kids especially Ita and ucin when they were still in school. I wrote about how I felt when they left us for good. They were small books where I can put them in my small handbag.
I like small black handbag.

I lost one handbag in Ulu Yam house where I lost everything including that particular diary except my handphone. I wrote about how I felt when Ucin obtained his good SPM results (for me that was good enough) and when he entered KMPP. I also wrote about my trip to Kangar, Langkawi and Sungai Petani in that book if I am not mistaken.

At that time I was in SMK Syed Mashor Batang Kali. How I was very sad in that school because I was not in good term with the headteacher. I still say here if you are not good with the others especially you are the boss, the fault still fall on you yourself. Don't judge others as if as the boss is right every time.

Friday, April 1, 2011


I wonder at this age one have to work on weekend. A very long week of work I suppose.
I do love to go to work then, have to. Working makes your life full of happening actually. You have to struggle here, your fore go there, you missed something somewhere, but I believed you gained also may be not now, then you wait a while longer.
Just go to work.