Cont. - Dedicated To : Muhammad Fayyadh Al Usaym (Part 2)

And yes, yesterday was a looong post from me without any eye-feasting pictures to serve. Pity me, not having any evidence to show...

I was in the operation room, lying there on the operation table. My hands were wide opened, strapped (I think?). In front of me, there was a turquoise cloth hanged at my chest level. To prevent me from watching them cut open my belly. Blergh....

Before, Faidrol said goodbye before, and I went cold feet.

I was scared, yes scared as this was my first time being under the knife. My sister had experience this herself, when she was young; operation to remove her sinus since she always had running nose...

Before my hands were strapped left and right, they asked me to sit and hug a pillow. In that seating position, hugging tightly (or holding on very very tightly, scared), the anesthesiologist  injected something at my spinal cord. It felt like an ant biting, as they have planted the idea in our brain. Or so I felt that way.

Waiting for the anesthesia to kick off, they prepared the above; the curtains, the straps and had my operation gown taken off...

This is it. I'm having my baby without any wailing, crying, pushing nor even a drop of sweat...

Subhanallah... For the knowledge He created...

When it started, I almost felt nothing; just a feel that someone is pressing our tummy though. Pushing and shoving. And there was one time I think one of the doctors strapped something with a yarn and threw the spindle across the room, over at my head. What was that flying around ? The thought that something was tied in my belly and the source was far enough to reach... That wasn't easy. Ha-ha.

And during the operation, the doctors mostly kept quiet and focused on their work. When finally the baby was out, one of the nurses (or the helpers, I'm not sure myself) said "Ah besar ni hidup la...". Wow. That was an understatement of the year. I almost vomited hearing that, just because it's my child she was talking about. The baby had to live! Or I die having him to live.

Then the baby was brought to a small room, located in the same operation room. I can see the nurse was cleaning him, but I didn't hear a thing. I tried consoling myself that the baby is too tiny to make up a crying sound just like normal babies out there.

When he was finally clean, the nurse showed me and asked me something I couldn't remember now. I was like "Oh comelnya..." haha. And she told me to say the baby's gender. Oh that was the procedure ? Oh ok... "Baby boy...". Not tired. Not sweating. Just relieved. That the baby survived, so was I.

Now that I was not sure where the baby was brought too, the doctors finished up their work by stitching my belly back to it's normal state. They worked very quietly, and very quickly. It was almost Maghrib (around 7.15PM; the baby was out at 7.05PM) that they wrapped up the operation...

I was wheeled out from the operation room and back to the observation room, near the procedure room in which those pregnant mothers waiting for the babies to come out. But my room is a bit more special, with more plugs over my head, with more monitors and sinks and counters. Because it is meant for observation rather than procedure ?

I was there overnight, not having even a chance to see my newborn baby. By this time Faidrol was already with me again, updating me on the baby health status.

Before the operation begun, the doctor, Dr Azmi already informed us on the risks of having a premature baby. If by the time the baby is out, with a premature lung, the baby needs to be connected to a ventilator instead of the normal incubator. By this time, Putrajaya Hosp only have few units, all used up by other babies. Yes, if my baby came out with a premature lung, he may not have the chance to be put into a ventilator. And Dr Azmi also informed us all other hospitals (Gov. Hosps i.e. Serdang or Klang) also do not have any available unit. The unit is immobile though, as it needs to be connected to the wall... So moving it from a hospital to another is impossible, unless we bring our baby to the hospital which has any of those.

And yes, it costs RM6,000 / day if we opt for our baby to be under the care of a private hospital with the ventilator... Also source from Dr Azmi.

This was where both Faidrol and I prayed very, very hard for the survival of our only son. Hoping the best will come in either a normal way or miraculous way. Hoping that Allah will help us both, either financially, or naturally.

News from the NICU (all premature babies are stationed here, for how long ? Depends on your baby's health status) that my baby survived with a mature lung! Alhamdulillah praise be to Allah. He even did not need to depend on a ventilator, he can breath on his own... Alhamdulillah... He just needed to be in an incubator, just because it provides a warmer surroundings and to regulate the temperature around them.

Another incredibly long post from me... That the baby is now out, and I am in the observation room. What happened to me? Or the baby? Let's read in the next post...

Till then,

Love,

Emma.

Dedicated To : Muhammad Fayyadh Al Usaym (Part 1)

It was well over two years ago, two years and 11 months to be exact, that I gave birth two my second child, my first son. I am moved to post this thing today, as this will be the official post of the first dedicated to my son, as I have never posted anything only about him.

I am writing what I could remember of the moments before, during and post of giving birth to him...

It was August 2nd, 2011; week 32 that I went for the rutine monthly checkup at Putrajaya Hospital. This is the second time that I considered FPP Programme provided by the Government since it is very affordable and we will be taken care of by the Specialists instead of normal MO. We can choose our specialists (if we know any) and opt for First Class wards instead of the normal Open Concept wards (don't ask why is my hosptial jargons are rarely used by the people who work in the hospital, 'cause I know nothing about hospitals, I just write down what I want to say! :P)

I waited patiently, as always, alone, without husband nor the maid. Or my occassional partner, my sister Fayzah. It was afternoon, opted for the specific time since in the mornings there were always full of people queueing up for checkups (FPP at the point of time was very popular because it's the in thing?).

Unfortunately, my specialist Dr Wan Hazim; was that time performing Umrah. I was unlucky for the second time, as during my first labor under the same specialist, he was breaking fast with his family. I was not worried as an FPP patient, the other specialist (here, Dr Azmi) will take care of me.

Things were normal, urine checkup, blood pressure checkup, weight taken at things like that. But in no time that the nurses alerted me of my blood pressure readings were not good, hence they advised me to rest for a little more time (there at their waiting benches). They even worried to see my urine result, where it has more protein than my body should have (doctors who read this please amend if this is wrong?).

I was not worried at this stage, but once I got into Dr. Azmi's room for more detailed checkup, I was advised by him to be admitted on the day itself! Now this scares me...

He told me my readings are not good, it was a silent killer to both the mother and the unborn child. I may not feel anything except for headaches (which is very normal to me). Apart from headaches, everything went under the carpet, unnoticed. That was why Pregnancy Induced Hypertension (PIH) mothers are advised to be admitted or given house rest warrant.

Dr Azmi further advised me to downgrade myself from being an FPP patient to normal patient since this is totally due to my hypertension, not for labour. There is no need to be an FPP patient just because you have hypertension and paying more than you should to the hospital.

And so I called my dad, to pack my things up (and also to give deposits! I did not have any cash with me at the time). My dad arrived in no time and I was wheeled (wheeled!) to the ward room. I was starting to be uncomfortable at the situations I was having at the time, since there was no one with me and I needed to go through that all by myself.

When my dad finally went back home, I was resting in a two-bedded room and the nurses came and went to my room every hour, to check on my blood pressure. As I mentioned earlier, PIH is something we say a silent killer. Read more here. The article does not mention the danger as what I've written here, but you know, paranoids. Hehe.

One nurse came and checked on my blood pressure. She has worried sick look stapled on her face looking at my result. I did not recall the reading, but she told me to lie down more and rest more. "Dr kat sini tangan cepat.... Sapa2 yang ada problem dorang ceaser je..." she told me that. That is a new experience to me.

Ha-ha. My first child, my daughter Faryyal, was born normal, I mean natural childbirth (medicated with pethidine and sedated with nitrous oxide; as "natural" as I can be avoiding the common epidural).

The next morning, August 3rd, 2011, a nurse diligently came in to check for my blood pressure, as a routine. And yes, they needed the result to decide whether or not I am staying for a ceaser. To save my unborn child as well as to reduce my hypertension. As what Dr Hazim told me before, "satu je ubat untuk PIH ni, beranak lah..." dengan rileknya nya berkata kedak ya kan... Haha.

And guess what was my result then? Yes, still very high and very dangerous for the baby to stay in my womb. Dr Azmi came in, and told me that today I'll be wheeled in to the operation room (haha, another experience! Previously it was only waiting / procedure room) and perform ceaser on me. The only thing I was afraid of this kind of child birth was during post-natal. The "care" that the wound need, was extremely hard to adhere to. Let see if this is true.

I forgot to mention earlier that, since I downgraded myself from FPP to become normal (public) patient, I should be served by an MO. But since my monthly checkup was with a specialist, and Dr Azmi took over Dr Hazim since he left for umrah, he agreed to take me in under his care (I am not sure till now what was his reason of wanted to take me in). This is really a blessing in disguise, you know, being a normal patient but served by a specialist! I heard he is just as good or more than Dr Hazim...

By this time, Faidrol had arrived from Penang earlier that morning. On the day itself, he was with me up till the time I was wheeled out into the operation room, barely wearing anything (malu oi...) but the hospital gown, the type that tied at the back, showing our butts off... My Ipod was in the ward, thinking it would be safe there. I brought with me my handphone, in case anyone wanted to call me before the operation.

Before the op, I was stationed first at the procedure room where, I was flanked by the trainees! I have never seen so many trainees at one time; three were shaving my pubic hair (really?? Do you really need three for that???), two were searching for my vines at the right side, another two at the left side (they injected corticosteroids on me, in effect; I can feel my body slowly turned warm inside) to make my baby's lungs mature. It was lucky that I'll be having him (yes my son) delivered at 33 weeks of pregnancy, so the dose should be not much and possibility of my baby surviving the birth will be higher.

The procedure is supposed to wait for the next 24 hours before the baby is delivered, but it could be due to my 33 weeks of pregnancy that they gave it a go for the operation; not waiting for the drug to take effect (they are positive that my baby's lungs are mature at this time).

I went into the operation around 5.30PM. I was scared for being a first time for ceaser, for my child's life, for my own life and for my daughter's life if Allah wanted to take my life during the operation. I asked for forgiveness from my husband, and from my parents too, and from my siblings. We never know what will happen during the operation... 

My parents and Aunty Ana and Uncle Din were also outside the operation room but I didn't get to see them since only husband are allowed to visit the patient at the procedure / operation room.

 I'll continue to the next post since this is incredibly and unexpectedly long post for me. Never knew something that I thought I forget the details but I didn't... I'll try to gather some pictures of the pre or post natal of my son if I have any.

Till then, later...

Final Week before Ramadhan 1434 Hijrah

I am in dire need of completing most of the tasks pending for my new house. I am in the final week before weeks of cleansing and repenting... Take a look into my entry on this here.

In the meanwhile, I am still here at my office, writing something off from my laptop, with my lunch wide open from the container.

I'm having fried chicken and some vegetables. As usual...

And Faidrol sent images of a kitten (it's skin looks like an American shorthair, only it is in Penang hehehe) asked me if it is worth bringing it home, introduce to our kids.

Is it trying to play with slippers ? Is it cute ?
Haha. After six years, so here it is.

I said yes, give it to our kids to play and to develop their sense of empathy towards animals. Pretty good ha. Let see what happen when the kitten arrive at our doorstep this late afternoon...

Hiatus, Not!

Today is July the 1st, making it almost 2 months since my last post.

And guess what ? I get bored too much today that I wanted to write something.

And to link this to my Facebook.

Boleh kah?

Haha.

*Silence.

I've been silent-reading the blogs my friends have, or the blogs I've got inspired from.

Some of them (or almost all), I'll link those up here in my blog, for easier reference.

I've put them in "Favorites" here in my browser, but in case I don't bring my laptop home (in which I do now), then the links are useful then.

Since my house "renovation", I've been browsing on DIY or decoration blogs.

They really inspired me to do something to my house, to beautify it, and to make it a home to Faidrol, Faryyal and Fayyadh.

I purchased the mitre saw even!

Image from svtoolsstore.com

Costed me RM1350, bought in Bukit Mertajam. What shop it was, don't ask me. It's Mr. Husband doings.

This might help a lot.

I have something on my mind, to make full use of this saw, and some other equipments we (Faidrol and I) purchased last month :



It looked aaaaalmost like this. Image from alibaba.com.
Something red, something wheely.
Naaah, girls.

Red compressor.

Advised by Mr Husband to buy for spray painting.

RM420, also bought from the same shop as the Mitre Saw.

And also those equipments to spray painting.

This is a small step to something that I wanted to do.

I am not sure how good my idea is, until I let it go real this time and see how it goes.

I'll be updating soon on my new blog on DIY and stuff, if I am super-rajin.

Trip : Zoo Taiping

My SIL bought a new second-hand car; the Honda Oddysey! Ah with that, the whole big family wait no time to hop in and to go somewhere; first time in a single car!

So off we went to Zoo Taiping, just an hour away from our house. We departed at 12PM and arrived at Taman Tasik Taiping (Taiping Lake Garden) just a shy away from 1PM.

We had our lunch under the tree (with lots of red ant, ouch!) but the lunch was good and we were all starving, so the red ants are ignored... hehe.

The garden has a very big open space and all the kids jumped and rolled to joy. Haha. Literally. They gone to the farthest possible; before we found out my boy went too far and got to be fetched. He was leading all other kids to the other side of the garden and my husband and I had to run and rescued them all...

After we had lunch, under the schorching sun but blessed and covered by the tree, we packed up and got ready to explore the Zoo. The family members stopped at the Surau to perform Zohor while the kids and I (and some other family members too) waited at the lobby area.

I managed to capture with my Iphone some pictures of pre-Zoo exploration before it went dead. Feast the eyes with the pictures :

Dad pretends to be a dead butterfly, while Fayyadh peeking-through gnome

Two kids and a cat! A cat in the hat!

Tried to capture a family photo, ended up ignored by Miss Princess

Too excited to see a crocodile; Imran, Faryyal and Aisyah

And after these four selected photos, my Iphone gave up on me. Will try posting some other photos from my husband's iphone soon...

We went back at around 6PM and arrived in Bukit Mertajam to have Char Kuey Teow; as claimed by my BIL, the best in town. As for me, it is just as good as the one we have in Bandar Tasek Mutiara, only the portion are bigger. Located near BM Pasar Basah Lama. Not sure of the route though... :)

Till then...

For God, For the Mother Land

It was just this morning, at 7 am Malaysian army, with the muscle of 7 battalions proceed their attack on Sulu people how came on shore to claim their Sabah land. It has been almost three weeks since they've landed, but it is now the time for the troopers to start the "war".

We usually read history of our old Askar Rejimen battled our way for the King to claimed right for lands. Since independence, Malaysian army mostly only used for protocols, or to make sure formal and officials occasions by the King is properly executed or the occasional misi keamanan.

But now, it is the true war that they've waited so long, to protect our land, from the people who claimed the land to be theirs.

Let's pray for our brothers and sisters who are fighting in Lahad Datu.

Pic credits to mstar.

New House - Part 1

Faidrol has been eyeing that one particular house just less than 500 metres from his mom's. As they said we need to buy a house which is farther than our in laws or our own parents, but this I myself could not resist.

The house is not as initially planned nor it is our dream house; an intermediate, no ground at the back of the house and very little beside the car porch, opening is only 20 feet and the list goes on.

But it is the house that no one can resist, as I said before. Even there were so many people set eyes on this property, prompting us to speed up our loan application.

Loan was not easy; first we got rejected because there was only one name submitted and the loan cannot be bear by only one person. Hence I stepped in to become "nama bersama" for the house; and after about 2 weeks, the loan is approved.

It was a long weekend; a CNY holiday , that we asked for the owner's permission to paint the house interior. He agreed to let us in, despite SnP had not been signed yet.

And here it is, our first project to the house; almost all parts of renovation are DIY as we cannot afford to have a contractor or interior designer to do it for us. Only 3 pictures looked good for the blog though, and here they are:



DenganMu Aku Tenang

Tuhan sentuh aku dengan cinta-Mu
Basuh rindu dendam hatiku
Berlari mencari diri-Mu
Terbata meraba di fatamorgana dunia

Tuhan ampun bila hamba terlena arungi sang hidup
Nenangis tercenung nafsu butakan sang mata
Berlutut memohon Engkau ampuni sang jiwa

Lewati sepi lewati duka
Di kehidupan yang sementara
Di dalam bising di dalam tawa
Hanya dengan-Mu aku tenang
Aku tenang

Berlari mencari terlempar tak pasti
Terbata meraba di fatamorgana dunia
Menangis tercenung nafsu butakan sang mata
Berlutut memohon Engkau ampuni sang jiwa

Lewati sepi lewati duka
Di kehidupan yang sementara
Di dalam bising di dalam tawa
Hanya dengan-Mu aku tenang
Aku tenang
Aku tenang
Aku tenang

Firefly

A firefly i saw two nights ago, made me search for a cylinder glass container or any other material for that purpose, to capture the insect and to excite my little boy.

I cant find any and with my eyes fixed to the firefly as to not miss its whereabouts, and rummaging through the cabinet to search for the container, i lost the firefly.

Brokenhearted, i told my husband :

"Ema dulu, orang gaji akan tangkap and letak dalam glass container, pastu ema akan tengok kelip-kelip tu sampai la ema tertidur...."

So sweet.

He replied :

"Aku dulu nampak ja kelip-kelip; takda orang gaji tau; tangkap dengan tangan, buang kat lantai, lanyak-lanyak".

Habis semua sweetness.

Addicted.

The black tar or the white china that needs to be cooked, they are all addicted.

Though the stories are mostly in Courtney's favour, I beg to differ. Those could be true. If they're not, they were all good lies.

Am asking for more, this time from a different author, who, he happened to interview Kurt purposely to publish this book.

Let us pray local stores has this / order this from overseas just for me :

Addicted? Come on, move on to next.

Of Whatnots : Heavier Than Heaven.

And so I have started to read one of the books I purchased.
Kurt Cobain is further distanced from me personally, as the book, as I personally take it, was more against him, describing him as a sex obsessive person or someone who was a really intimidated by his own fame.

Halfway through the book, I tried to search for some reviews that might help me to fix Kurt's bad personality as I see it (or read it to be more accurate).
Most reviews said the book is a total Love's affair, her way of covering truths and thus reveal the lies, and mostly what the writer liked to think of what it should be, as a fictional writer wants it.

I am happy to have to download more of not-so-famous-here-in-my-world songs of Nirvana (or Fecal Matter; an earlier version of Nirvana) after I've read those reviews, which siding me in the first place before I read Heavier than Heaven.

Surprisingly, I found out "Even In His Youth" sound to be interesting, among other songs.

After all, its his music that matters, it doesn't matter no more if he like to paint with his semen.

His music and his vocals are what matters most of Nirvana, not his personal broken fucked up life.

Cannot Stop. Cannot Think.

Yesterday's programme of MHI TV3 ripped me off parts of my heart, when a segment of Ahmad Adam Syukri was aired.

I cried watching it at the bus stop, on the bus to Perda, and again at the Perda bus stop waiting for Faidrol to fetch me.

I thought I will not cry after watching it several times, but tears never failed to drop, everytime.

Again watching it on my bed, cried.
Again watching it today (where I confidently said to myself I will not cry in the office big time, and I've watched it before so I should'nt cry) but I wept like a baby!.

"Adam tunggu Mama depan pintu syurga ok".

Hati kena siat.

CNY Getaway!

We didn't really plan our long holiday this time, particularly due to our work to paint the new house, and also both Faidrol and I have been staying together, so staying at home is also considered as holiday for us.

But Mak and Ayah decided they gave us surprise by making an impromptu journey up north to see their grandkids!

I was very happy to know their plan and excited at the same time as to show them off our newly-purchased house.

Twas having lunch at 2PM on Saturday, Faidrol and I planned to started our stop halfway through in the morning of painting the walls. The plan was to start at 3.30 - 4PM but, Mak Ayah was already on their way to Hard Rock Hotel.

Upon hearing this, I excitedly told them that I am willing to chip in for a one night stay in the hotel and for that, we were invited to stay in together. Yeay....

And so the plan all went down the drain (the paintings uh uh).

So we made our journey to Hard Rock Hotel, stopping by Line Clear for Ayah's order on Nasi Kandar. We started our journey around 3.30PM and reached Feringghi around 5PM.

Cars started to piling up the road towards Feringghi thus the 2-hour journey.

Once we reached Hotel, we didn't waste any time but to go for the swimming pool. Not for us, but for the kids yes! Aok bah... mak pak pun maok juak bah hahaah.

Faryyal insisted to stay at the pool side, playing only with the shallow water meant to be the "pool drain". But Fayyadh wasted no chance, jumped right into the pool with Faidrol! What a boy!

But everntually Faryyal wanted to join them and I have to carry her into the pool slowly and steady as not to terrify her.

We were in the pool until almost Isya'!

The swirling slides are superb unless you got stuck midway or almost reaching to the pool. Either way, it was fun to do with the kids (the kids are the reason we can surely enjoy the slides or, you have to just only watch from the poolside!). Faryyal and Fayyadh cannot stop to slide and I even think and told Faidrol to just let them be alone on the slides til I catch them in the pool but to think twice, it was a dangerous thing to do to a 2 year old and 1 year old.

There was a lion dance in front of the Hard Rock Cafe, Faryyal enjoyed it so much she did not move from her spot watching it. We went to the Rock Shop but nothing aspired me to buy anything (as I already have a lanyard, Roxy one) or the umbrella that I wanted to buy but sarcastically approved by dear husband that aborted me to purchase.

It was a night to remember as both kids enjoyed their time there, Faryyal never want to be steered away from Neneks and everytime we were apart, she was always looking/searching for her Neneks.

The next day we went to as usual, Padang Kota Lama to enjoy the delicacy : Pasemboq and headed straight to our new house.

Haha, sad to say nothing is in the house but my parents insisted to stay there that night. I gladly setup their "shack" with hot coffee, iced tea, some pistachios, cucur by Mak Lang, beds and pillows, with a fan and a mosquito coil. Being ayah as always, he will mop the floors and sweep them, giving me advices on what's yes to go or what's disastrous to do.

Since the next day I already started working, they made their way back to KL as early as 6AM as we made our way back to 15 Padang Lalang to send the kids to Mak Lang.

As short as it may sound, but it was a memorable holiday alright. I really enjoyed it as long as people around me do too.

Miss my parents :(

Here as some of the pictures taken during the break :

My sandals, Fayyadh eyeing the beach girls, Fayyadh with the beach girls and Faryyal playing sand.

Faryyal pouty lips, Fayyadh having jolly good time, Faryyal posing as herself and Faryyal looking at herself in the camera.

Fayyadh freezing cold, Fayyadh eyeing the beach girls again, Faryyal still insisting to stay dry and Fayyadh trying to say hi to the girls.

Fayyadh pouty lips, Beatles, 3Fs with The Beatles.

US.

Doing Bribe at Work

As per that article by SPRM, I am now full-fledging my time doing bribery work i.e. downloading, facebooking, blogging, hop-blogging, wiki-ing and whatnots.

Clicking the "Send/Receive" in Outlook also applies, every 5 minutes or so.

No mail received.

Surely no mail sent.

Harrassed dear husband to chat with me, either from phone or through emails.

Bored as hell.

Bribe pun bribe lah.

Whatever.

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

Nevermnind I'll find someone like you,
I wish nothing but the best of you,
Don't forget me, I beg,
I remember you said,

Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.

With or Without You.

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you.

Through the storm, we reach the shore
You gave it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you.
I can't live with or without you.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

My hands are tied, my body bruised
She´s got me with nothing to win
And nothing left to lose.

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give, and you give
And you give yourself away.

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you.

we' ll shine like stars in the summer night
we' ll shine like stars in the winter babe
one heart, one hope, one love

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live

Here I am, typing again.

Of all the blogs I had in the past, I knew I cannot be committing to something other than my kids and family.

But as for this year, there are no plans so far for a third child, both Faidrol and I are now living together after 3 years waiting for the faith to come, I hope to manage some time to blog.

And to play guitar.
And to read as much books as possible.
To learn to cook. (Oh gosh this scares me)
And to make myself younger by, mmm... 5 years younger?

And I think these are my new year resolution then?

I don't have any formal NY resolution before, but then, some things have changed and so do my style.
Above are the resolutions I had in mind days before we hit new year.
Spontaneously came into my mind, things I have thought long before this post.

To play guitar - back in 2003.
To read as much books as possible - circa 2002.
Learn to cook - as new as your car.
Make myself younger - instantly hit me when I frequently peed in my panties!

I am already on my way to make these come true, as I have prepared the ingredients and ready to roll:

To play guitar - Bought a Yamaha guitar after Facetime with abang (all the way from Down Under) that he consulted me to buy the brand.
To read as much books as possible - Already bought three books from MPHOnline.com (one is a biography, one is motivational and another is fictional - my favorite always). I can recall two books I recently finished (both are based on true stories). That adds up right?
Learn to cook - Been googling kitchen cabinets so far. Apa kaitan dengan masak kah?
Make myself younger - Bought Murad cleanser set in Bangsar.

So, so, so many things happened gone undocumented. Neither by pictures nor by posts (blogs, diary etc).

And I hope to blog if not all, most of the things happened to me in the past, occuring now in present and will happen in the future (if Allah wills it for sure).

Till then,
I'll draft posts first before I publish. This is consider intro, as I might say.