The Story of Queen Mother

"Mae sudah penat lor", I received an sms from my brother at 8.53am, 10 Aug. I couldn't go back to sleep. I went to work, I was so restless I couldn't concentrate. I called up my sis, I sms my sis, I sms my cousin, I called my cousin, I called my sis, I sms my sis. I was so so restless, my sister and I decided that it was time to go home or it will be too late. Luckily my supervisor let my off early. Took the monorail back to my place, took some stuff and ran to the monorail to go to Titiwangsa. Took taxi to Hentian Duta. Sis was already there waiting for me. We boarded a 5.30pm bus. The journey was hell. The bus was driven very very slow, I swore a lot, I cried a lot, I laughed a little, I smile sometimes, but the journey was the longest one I'd ever took. Half-way through the way north, bro called asking where we were for the zillionth times. Smelled something fishy, sis said it didn't sound so good, "Are we too late?", she asked. I was preparing for the worst, my eyes wet again. I sat restlessly on the bus. Will I get to see her for the last time? Then we arrived. Finally. Reaching Alor Star, we had to drive for another 45 minutes to reach grandma's house. I was in the car driven by bro, while sis was with cousin driving. It was dead silent between bro and I. I didn't dare to ask the question. How is maemae? What if I don't like the answer? So, I didn't ask. Reached grandma's house. I quickly got out of the car, rushed inside the house. There she was. Breathing heavily. Everyone was there. Her three children, five grandchildren, few close relatives. I kissed her, asked her how she's doing. She just lying there with her eyes closed. Then, the we kissed her again. She smiled. She smiled. SMILE. I knew it was hard for her to smile. I knew she was using all her strength to smile, to tell us that she was fine. That was the sweetest smile I've ever seen. I will never forget it. I'll bring that smile to my grave. Then she opened her eyes. Her eyes looked around. She saw me, I was certain. I told her I love her. She was dying, she breathed heavily, she ... ... the situation was horrible. I felt so helpless. She looked at my sis, she looked around, she looked at everyone. She must be happy that everyone was there, all her love ones were there. By her side. She struggled for a while. She opened her eyes. Looked at my mom, the daughter she cared and worried the most and I certain the one she loved the most. Her eyes telling mom goodbye and expressing her last mother love. Then she was gone. Her last breath was at 3.44am, 11 August 2009. I watched her go. I watched her leave. My maemae, my grandma. I love you. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

R.I.P my lovely maemae 1928 - 2009 "เวลาอาจทำให้เราต้องจากกัน แต่สักวันเราคงได้พบกันอีก หลับให้สบายนะ maemae สุดที่รัก" see you later นะ

HIStory

I was reading back my previous posts on my previous home at Spaces Live. I was actually surprise and overwhelmed that I can really write some pretty good shizzie. =)

While reading back the quotes of my life, again, I couldn't believe myself that I actually wrote that. All the angst, the thoughts, the comments, rants in my head, I wrote them in words and posted them on my blog.

I started my first blog as a platform for me to publish my quotes, poems, stories and any creative shizzie that whispering in my head. I've always like to write, whether it is scribbling on my head or on a piece of paper. My only problem is I can't write in a book. I bought lots of books, lovely ones, with cute designs, and some scented. I even consider buying Moleskin notebook (google it if you don't know WTF is that), since it is such a hype, but too expensive for my budget. Whenever I scribble on the paper in a book, my idea just didn't flow comparing to writing on a piece of tissue paper or some draft paper.

Here are some of my scribbling scribbled pieces:


Poem and story is what I aimed to write at first, but now, blog has become my ranting spot. Sucks. Sort of.

Starting working life (ok,intern life), it's pretty tiring and time just isn't enough to do many things in life (such as sleeping, I need my 16 hours beauty sleep everyday). Back then, as a student, time is abundance. I wonder who wrote blog for Lim Kit Siang since his blog update as frequent as Perez Hilton. I thought he is a VERY busy politician.

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PAY DAY!!!!!!!


Got the money!!!
It's more than what I thought I'll get!!
After all, all the shizzie worth it. :p
I can do this for the next 90 days. =)

Counting down... Tick tock tick tock...

Princess gotta work ya'll

I'm working at VideoEzy, Pavilion.
The Choice is Ezy.
Yeah right, my ass.

Here are some photos of my work place. Let's take a look at my most favourite place in Pavilion.

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taa-daa!!

TOILET STALL!!
clean & conducive for me to take a nap



Next is the normal place people like me work

This is where I will check to see whether the video the customer asked for is available or not, doing the ordering purchasing, title tracking, bla bla bla whatever...



Most of the time, the supervisor will "control" the chair, and us, the silly staff, will get a special place to sit, which looks like this

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From outside, this is actually a display corner

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Customers in VideoEzy HATE Angelina Jolie. Because, everyday they will step on her face.




Well, there's not much to say about this place, just that it has lots of discsss.



Till then, ciao!~

Princess of the North going down South

In case anyone interested to know about my well-being, here’s a little update:

I arrived at KL on the 28^th night with two luggage for my four months internship.

One luggage of clothes and one luggage of my necessity, e.g:

Cosmetics

Skin care

Body care

Toiletries

Handbag

Sling bag

Backpack

Shoes

Electrical appliances (electric kettle, chargers and cables for camera, handphone, PSP, MP3 player)

HardDisk full with downloaded movies and series for four months supply

Mangkuk, spoon, fork, mug, and pot for my green tea

Green tea

Chasing Harry Winston, To Kill a Mockingbird, Tuesdays with Morrie

Etc etc

~Those are my necessity~

I stayed at Bukit Jalil, my sis’s boyfriend apartment (flat?) for few days until 31^st . Then I start staying in my rented room at Jalan Something Samad (can't remember), very very near to KL Sentral and Tun Sambathan Monorail.

The room is spacious and can fit three people and live comfortably. It’s a shophouse lot. Very convenience with 7-eleven nearby and food stalls (Chinese, Indian, Malay food all got).

Here’s the picture of the room:

And the big wardrobe!!!

Housemates are very friendly. All working.

Anyone wants to crash at my place, welcome. Just need to bring your own blanket, pillow and bed. :p

I’ll update about my workplace soon…

BIG dream

Big dream ahead

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Do u know where rainbows end?

I finished reading "Where Rainbows End" by Cecelia Ahern early in the morning at about 5.30 last 5th of April.

It got me thinking: Can best friend be soulmate? According to the book, Yes (oops, spoiler here!). According to my experience, sadly, N-O, No.

He had always been my friend. But things just didn't work out the way we wanted, or can say, how I want it to be. Honestly, I resented myself for saying "yes", for we could still be friends now.

From the bottom of my heart, I wish to say: "I miss you, my friend."
And another evil voice in my head say: " Screw you!" haha!~

So, anyway, those that haven't read this book yet, I highly recommend you to read it, as well as other books by Ahern. She, by far, is a talented young author in my favourite author list.

This is the book:

And the talented Cecelia Ahern: