A late bloomer, that’s me.

Mim, alif, lam, sin.
That’s me for the past few days… I don’t feel like doing anything (anything here refers to my course’s tasks). The only thing that keep me grounded is my Malay novel, "Ayat-ayat Cinta" by Habiburrahman El Shirazy. Great novel! I’m totally immersed in it. Indahnya percintaan yang Islamic. Islam is beautiful. I think the last time I read Malay novels was in 1996 and the reason being everyone was doing it so I blended in. The famous ones I must say were the ones by Ahadiat Akashah. he would have these out-of-this-world names for characters and then I’d think of ridiculous names for my children too! i.e Shaharazade, Ashraffizran, Chloe, and what not. Thank God I didn’t have children then otherwise they’d hate me for naming them as such.

But I want children now. Badly. Yesterday I consulted a doctor regarding the irregularity of my period. I had it for about a month now, non-stop. I cried in front of her saying that I’m ready to start a family but if my period is irregular than how am I supposed to conceive? The doctor seemed to understand, she allowed me to cry first than slowly comforted me with encouraging words.
She advised me to see a specialist just in case there’s something wrong. That sent chills down my spine.  Dear, oh dear. Already I’m swarmed with lots of problem at the moment and now this? Something is wrong? Tuhan memang sentiasa menguji kita. I’m looking forward to my next cycle and the diagnose will begin form there. If there’s still a problem then gynae specialist it is. In the meantime I guess I have to control my food intake and do a consistent workout. (That, I need you to wish me luck) Pic: My acid folic

Tomorrow is my sis’s birthday. She requested a jubah from me (from her abg ipar actually) I need a new jubah too, so maybe we’re heading to Shah Alam tomorrow for our jubah hunting. My cousin, Ee is here with his family. I wish to meet him and his 2 adorable kids, Adam & Sarah. They’re adorable.

Looking forward to my sis’s convocation this weekend. She got a job with SEDC, a prominent property developer in Kuching. I wish her all the best. At least now she can pay mak’s kelisa. I can imagine how vogue this sister of mine will be when she becomes an executive. Gabbie Solis lah kata kan… Heheh.

Okay, got to blog off. Humm… these rainy days really spoiled my mood to do anything…
Please pray for my well-being ya.
Drew.

I can’t sleep. (10 mins later) That’s why I’m still wide awake, staring blankly at the screen of my lappy. There are so many things on my mind at the moment especially now that new semester just begun and it marked the beginning of my senior year. How 3 years just gone like that right before my very eyes. But still, I pretty much regard myself an under-achiever. Sigh…(same old…same old)

The 1st day (09.07.07). Anis hitched my ride so we both went to UPM together, picked our result slip (belek and belek lagi padahal dah tau dapat apa…) and headed straight to Dr. Nooreen’s office. Dr.Nooreen, my idol; her lecture was the 1st that I attended to that
day. She’s looking beautiful as always, confident and
sophisticated. My friends were cool as usual, couldn’t believe after all the hardship that we went through during the last semester we managed to return with big sincere smiles on our faces. Right then I knew they probably let it go too, I mean any hard feelings; as much as I did. I know new semester can do wonders, especially to inject motivational spirit to those who need it badly like myself, a classic casualty. I’m glad that everyone is smiling again. Then we met Cik Pah for EDU3061. Cik Pah’s looking great and she emphasized that we have to be serious this time around. Going to class means to pay 100% attention as well as to be verbal and responsive. We have to access the ‘old’ files saved in our brain as she will assume that we’re all well-equipped with the terms, theories, hypotheses learned for the last 6 semesters. As usual, my storage crashed every time each semester ended. She also stressed that attendance is not to be compromised. Speaking of attendance…

…just when I thought that I was all geared up then along came Ms.Fever, ripping the pink hue of me and consumed my energy! I skipped the 2nd day of lecture and darn I missed the first class of Dr. Jaya of which Anis claimed as FUN, FUN and lotsa FUN, and I know it was a big deal. I self-sooth myself, coaxing over-the-counter pills down my throat hoping that the heat would just go away. It didn’t. I was Mrs. Human Torch soaring with fever on the 2nd day of lecture. Some motivation huh?

Anyways, I did return on Wednesday because the fear of skipping Dr. Ed’s first class surpassed my fever agony. The subject EDU3234 is a project work meaning to say it has no finals.
Good news? Not?!! We’ve got to prepare a position paper, keep an e-journal and write a research paper!! Seriously, I was not prepare for this, it’s as if I was punched right on my face (not that I ever was). Not ready…as I’d have expected it already he assigned us with ‘mini’ tasks… Right there and then I was praying hard that the sharp needle filled with motivational dose would poke me many, many times.

Okay, I know you probably scrolling down as it started to get draggy. All I’m trying to say fellas, is that I’m actually back on the field waiting to hit the ball with my steady bat or simply to kick the ball right into its goal.
Ready to realize the strategies even if I know I’m lack of spirit to win. To be able to participate in the game with a great team means the world to me. And I’m thankful that Allah SWT provide me the allowance to do so. InsyaAllah, new semester, new beginning. And I know my friends are here to stay.

Welcome back guys. We are now the TESL seniors, let’s bring down the house!!

As I’m typing this entry, there’s this one song that keep
serenading in my mind. I love this song simply because it’s a beautiful song,
the same impact that Jess Simpson’s "I Belong To Me" had on me. The
chorus that made Fergie won the hearts of her fans goes something like this;

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It’s personal, Myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do
And I’m gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But Ive got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don’t cry…

I don’t know if you guys had seen the vclip but I was going crazy for it
because she was in the arms of Peter Petrelli!
(Milo Ventimiglia) Yummy hunk!
Okay enough about this song already. Let’s see what I have been up to lately.
During the previous entry, I did mention about me sending off someone to UPSI
Tg. Malim. Seriously it was bone-weary, beat up trip! Hubby and I exerted
ourselves to the limit we ended skipping the ‘pekan‘ and headed straight
home. I never knew that waiting for a student during registration could be
excruciating and dead boring! Thank god the new cell phone of mine is packed
with interesting games that I could engross myself with. The next day hubby and
I were down with soaring fever and massive body ache! Some trip huh? (tp ada
hati nak pergi cuti2 Malaysia!! Tetttt). Then I received a 2nd blow on the same
night (yes, wish it was the same blow that your dirty mind is thinking right
now, heheh!) guess what? I dislocated my knee! It’s been ages since I last
suffered dislocation on the same spot and when I had it that night I cried like
a baby! I couldn’t move! Hubby was dead asleep (he had his priton) and that
left me weeping in agony. Tyger was staring at me as if asking, ‘What can I
do?" I rubbed my fav Helang ointment and slept off the pain. It’s
ironic that I’m in love with ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry‘ yet I find myself
easily succumb to emotional outburst. Sigh…shame on me. When will I ever grow
up? The next day, the thing that I hate the most finally happened. My hubby
assisted me in the shower and I felt so helpless. I hate it when I become
physically dependent especially the main reason being I’m sick! But hubby was
so cool as if he’s been doing it forever. Thank you By. That’s all I can say.
This whole situation reminds me of an excerpt from Mitch Albom’s ‘Tuesdays
with Morrie‘

Mitch, I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than
that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that’s all… I thought about all
the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves.
How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful
minutes, then on with the day…

Heck, I carry on with my daily domestic chores. Must put a stop on my self-pity. But just when I thought I could do it the somehow I stumbled upon an ‘old friend’ ’s homepage. He’s living a very good life, good life means earning RM30K/month and splurging your salary into expensive gadgets
and
genuine goods. Can you believe that?? I can’t, still…
I have this one song that I’d like to dedicate to this ‘old friend’ of mine which is "Girlfriend" by Avril.
Funny eh? To mend this uneasy feeling I am now an avid fan of Mika’s ‘Relax’…and the lyrics goes something like this,

There is an answer to the darkest times.
It’s clear we don’t understand but the last thing on my mind
Is to leave you.
I believe that we’re in this together.
Don’t scream – there are so many roads left.

Relax, take it easy
For there is nothing that we can do.
Relax, take it easy
Blame it on me or blame it on you.

My sisters would laugh at this point cuz they know exactly what I’m typing here. Sabar jak lah nak oh?
Well, I should practice on my limiting self-pity from now onwards. I should try to carry on with my life. In life waiting is rewarding indeed. So, relax.

On editor’s note, I’d like to personally thank anyone who’s willing to drop by and read these crap sheet of mine. Thank you so much. Comments are most welcome.

Relax! DREW