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Sunday, 15 June 2008


"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends." ~Richard Bach


Whenever we or our friends wanted to start a new life and need to move to some other places , time nak habis skolah ke, habis uni ke, ade kwn pindah ke, tak kire la bile2 kan, for me, the saddest part wasn’t the moment when we said goodbye, but the saddest part was knowing that eventually, we won’t miss or remember each other as we missed and remembered them at the moment when we said goodbye.

Sad to think how easy we get habituated with that situation. The friends that we were so hard to let go once, and few days, weeks or months later, we won’t remember or miss them as much as we did at the first place...or, not at all..

True, time healed. True, we need to move on. And true, we are not supposed to linger on the past. But, just wondering, could those feeling last a lil longer naturally without us controlling it? Yep, i know the answer.. :(


Saturday, 14 June 2008

~Selfish Tasha~

Just an excerpt from Zoela's advices to her stepsister, Tasha when Tasha told Zoe that she wasn't ready to live a hard life ( 10 k per month considered very little?!? )..adoiii...

Zoela: I think its about time change la. Stop being so selfish please... The world does not revolves around you. Take this a sign, okay? And after this you start fresh.


Please Nadot... stop being selfish... Bad Nadot..very bad Nadot.. huhuhu

~Conversation with a stranger~

"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around." ~Leo Buscaglia


My Babu and Fanindra were both eating blissfully near their wallow. The weather was fair - with patches of white clouds here and there. Watching them eat, made my stomach growled.

"........., right?" I was a bit shocked. I thought I was alone. On my right, there stood a man looking at me waiting for my answer to his question.


"The rhinos, one weight 3 tons, aite?" he asked. I was trying quite hard to concentrate on his thick Scottish drawl and his gruff voice.

Like I know how many kilogram equivalent to 3 tons, but politely i answered, "Yep".

"They are heavier than a land rover then", the man continued. And like I know the weight of a land rover?..huhu..

"Owh, is it?" I asked looking interested.

"Aye. They are the third largest among the rhino species".

"No, they are the second largest".

"No, they are third"

"NO, they are second. It's written on the board outside their enclosure over there", I pointed to the indoor enclosure.

"Owh. So they're larger than the black rhino?"

"Yep. Black rhino is the third largest", I felt quite good for being able to remember that fact and told the man about it.

"Still, they are massive. I wonder how old they are".

"Both of them are 3 years old. Not fully grown yet", I explained.

"Not fully grown and they are this big. Imagine when they are 15, 20 years old". He sounded really surprise by the fact that both my rhinos are only teenagers. I chuckled.

We were both in silent for a few minutes watching the rhinos browsing for food. Just trying to be nice, I asked "Are you from Edinburgh?"

"Aye", he answered.

"So, you often come here?"

"I came here last year, but it wasn't Indian Rhino here.It was White rhino," he explained.

Then we talked a bit more (>10 mins) where he told me about his collection on animal's models, asking me about my dissertation and some other things before he thanked me and went to see other animals.

There wasn't any point for this post. Just a remembrance of my conversation with a stranger.


Monday, 9 June 2008

~Her story - Part 5 dah?~..huhuhu

"The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it." ~Charles DeLint


The bus was approaching. She stood and waited for the bus to stop. The bus stopped right in front of her and opened its door. "Hi!", greeted the driver. She smiled politely and swiped her card on the card-swiping-machine (whatever it was called) and took her sit next to the window. The bus began its journey to the city.

It was warm and sunny outside. But she liked the weather very much. It wasn't as hot as her own country. For her, the weather was perfect. The weather itself made her smile (provided nothing happened that could change her mood). And she knew, mid spring to summer was her favourite weather here in Edinburgh and she will miss it so much once she's back in Malaysia.

From inside the bus, she looked at the outside world as if she was seeing from a giant screen cinema. The world was really like a big massive stage she thought. While the bus stopped at the red light, she saw an elderly couple in their 70s or 80s walking hand in hand on the busy pedestrian sidewalk, oblivious to the rest of the world. The scene reminded her to a conversation she had with a friend. She told that friend that she really hope that she and her husband (whoever he might be) will still be holding hand walking together no matter how old they are, as long as they are still alive. Being a typical malay guy friend, she was laughed at. She was told that she was a hopeless romantic and that wasn't likely to happen. But she didn't care. She said that was what she wanted and that was what she would do. She smiled to herself again.

The bus kept on moving and was almost approaching the city. And she kept on watching and observing the world as if she was watching a life performance on a theater stage. All the scenes that she saw made her smile. "Do these people realize that they are being watched?", she thought to herself. "Obviously not", she answered her question herself with another smile.

The bus finally approaching Princes St. She pressed the bell and the bus stopped at the next stop. She get off the bus and crossed the road to another bus stop where she need to take another bus to go home.

And that was how she pictured life as. Some people reached their destination or goal easily and some have to work hard and try different ways to make it. And in the end, is not whether you achieved your goal or not, but the effort you put in, that's what really matters. Just as long as you do your best, just be rest assured that God will take care of the rest.

The last bus to take her home was approaching. And for the umpteenth times that day, she smiled again... :)

Sunday, 1 June 2008

I'm in Galway, Ireland!!!!!!!

Hi Guysss!!!!!!!!!!! It's my 2nd day here in Galway, Ireland. The weather was nice and very sunny today. We walked from Mira's place which is quite near the centre all the way to Salthill which is 30-40 mins walking distance, taking pictures along the way. Not going to go into details about it as I have to sleep and get up early tomorrow to prepare some foods for our one day trip tomorrow to some places near Galway.

And around midnight, Kak Linda and I have to get ready to take our bus back to Dublin Airport at 1.15 am and will fly back to Edinburgh at 6.30 am and arrives at 7.40 am.

Anyway, I'm feeling kinda useless and hopeless right now (Nothing to do with this trip). Two things are bugging my mind which i'm not in the mood to share as they are not very important, really. For one thing, I hope that God shows me the way and hope it ends well whatever the ending is. And for the 2nd thing, I'm sad and annoyed with myself for butting in other people's problem at the first place and in the end just getting myself dissapointed as I couldn't really do anything about it.

I'm getting my sleep now. Enuff said...