My First Day At School

I had it in my head all-school-break long, I was gonna write this yesterday. Unfortunately, my work comes before blog.

I remembered my first time in school, year 1989. I was a speck of dust, really small that mom worried about me carrying my bag pack. My first attempt landed me on my back. Yeah, I was tiny and weak.

It was Monday morning, mom took the day off to send me to school.

Upon registration, I was assigned to 1A. My first deskmate was the principal’s grandson, Najwa, dark and handsome. I took my seat and stared at him when he offered a black pencil color. I took out my 24-color pencil and smirked. HAH! I have more colors than you do! *kids*

Some of them were crying while stomping their feet. I had no reason to weep, school was nothing new for someone who’s been to nursery since 3 years old.

While the teacher was giving her introductory speech, I looked outside and saw flocks of parent waving at they’re kids from the aisle, so was my beautiful mom. I signalled her that I’ll be ok, so just go, leave me be.

There she stood, her eyes gently gazed mine as tears build up.

I never understood why she cried then. It was this morning I realized, those weren’t tears of joy nor sadness. It was HOPE.

In dire hope that her son will turn out good and noble. Hope that he’ll be useful to the society. Hope that she released him under safe hands. Hope that, what I learned from today onwards will shape me into a better person.

Ma, thank you! Thank you for standing on that aisle all this while, waiting to catch my fall. If it wasn’t for you, I KNOW, I wouldn’t have come this far.

ps: Funny. I wrote this with tears running down my cheek.

When You Have to Go, You Have to Go!

I meant to write a serious post. Somehow my draft got sucked into the recycle bin.

What I’m about to write will probably disgust you, so leave if you plan on being judgmental. Those who’re eating, feel free to continue.

I have tonnes of gossip buddies. And I can really talk, for hours non stop. (more…)

AinWahid Tagged Me..

Grr. It’s been a while since I was tagged or maybe I just didn’t notice. Serves you for not linking. From AinulWahid

In this tag, I’m supposed to write 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about myself. It’s kind of like boasting on permitted channel. Here goes.

1. Lotion. I’m addicted to lotions. Especially after shower.
2. Pain. I was addicted to pain. The cut inside was so deep, a physical injury was needed to reflect the pain. Of course I’m not stupid enough to cut myself. And it made me immortal on the rugby field.
3. Hum. I hum myself to sleep. It may sound sad, but it does help truncating my train of thoughts.

(more…)

Pure Boredom

Google Reader (subscribed RSS) - Checked
Plurk - Checked
Twitter - Checked
TV Series - Checked
OneManga - Checked
Negaraku - Checked
Ultimate Guitar - Checked
Online Test - Checked
Comment on other Blogs - Checked
Stalk Docs - Checked
Go Out and get Boss Coffee - Checked
Play weekend touch rugby - Checked
Hang washed cloth - Checked
Take out the garbage - Checked
Wash the Car - Checked
Shave - Checked
Clean work station - Unchecked Checked
Procrastination - Checked
Work - Taking my time

I still want another hour in a day.

ps: I tried my best to fail the test, still ended up with D. WTH?

pss: I was joking about stalking doctors or meds student

psss: I was lying in PSS.

pssss: Ok, back to work Edwin. No dilly dally  

Bad Habits, If Not Resisted

I sure miss my Internet/Work, it’s been only 2 days.

On Friday, we made a rare visit to my brother’s in laws at Sabak Bernam to see Adriana before she goes back to Kelantan. Carried her in my arms, shook her a few times to wake her up. She opened her eyes, looked at me, and fall back to sleep. If I were a vampire, I’d bite her apple-shaped cheek off.

The road was rather calm, except filled with road hoggers.

The next day, we raced to Johor Baru to see grandma. She’s not eating, hence weak. It’d be helpful to have a doc in the house to re-admit her for glucose drips. I guess the burden is on my shoulder, since both my brothers are taken  

On the way back to KL, I took over the wheel (I did 70% of the driving). Lucky me, dad has a soft spot for luxury fast cars. Driving is more of a pleasure than a chore.

Abah: I didn’t know we can do this fast..
NH: What?
Abah: Look at the meter.

120 miles per hour.

From my rear view mirror, I saw Abah grinned. Two things, he was being sarcastic AND happy with his horse. Slowed down by 20 mph. So JB-KL, 2 hours flat, door to door.

Bad habits, if not resisted, soon becomes necessity.

ps: Solution, take the Kelisa on highway. Surely can’t beat 110kmh with full load.

pss: Celebrating my raya in KL

psss: I miss my younger bro. We usually take turn mocking road hoggers.

pssss: Express bus switches lane suka-hati-ly. F’ You!

psssss: Bad habits are necessities, like coffee.

Cheap Shot

It’s amazing to see so many colors of people on the Internet. Some cheer you, others jeer you. I deeply pity the latter group.

For your consideration, Surah Yasin is motivating.

Pity is not kasihan, but the humane quality of understanding the suffering of others and wanting to do something about it.

Angkuh? Feel free to send some verbose text to the complaint department or call 100 from your mobile.

ps: Going back kampung tomorrow to visit my sick grandma. Pray for her health. Amin.

pss: I don’t need to justify myself  

Who Is NoktahHitam?

I’m guessing 90% couldn’t comprehend my previous post. Pardon me for wrongly asking before. It should’ve been, what and who is NoktahHitam?

Have you ever heard voices in your head telling you this and that? When you try your best to weigh the pros and cons? When you feel down and something (or rather someone) pushing you from behind?

I’m not schizophrenic nor a psychology expert but my gut instinct tells me it’s my sub conscience mind. (more…)