It's been some time since I read magazines.  I have grown out of CLEO.  I'm definitely too old for Remaja although it still makes me laugh (at it, not WITH it).  Nona, Wanita and Jelita is too mak datin for me (and doesn't really feature muslimah fashion).  So that leaves me with Dara.com and Nur.  Nur is a magazine for career muslimahs, which will be me... but since it always features articles about how to raise a family and how to... errr... please your husband, I grabbed Dara.com while sighing to my mom that I should have outgrown this magazine.  "Takpelah, anak dara lagi," my mom said.  Ya, remind me again of how my ex-schoolmates are now showing off their hubbies and babies on Friendster while a 25-year-old hairstylist kept referring to me as "Yang" because she thought I'm still "budak-budak lagi."  Ya I did rebonding ... again... and forgot how painful it was the first time so I had to grit my teeth while three women ironed my hair at the same time... again.  Next time remind me to have two paracetamols before going for another treatment.

 

---

 

I'm disappointed with what the masses selected for One in a Million.  I shouldn't say too much because I didn't watch it anyway; I went out to MidValley to watch Miami Vice instead (which caused motion-sickness for me due to the wobbly camera effect... and the fact that Colin Farrell looks too 'selebet' for my taste does not help either).  I prefer Faizal... but with a contest that relies solely on SMS, what can you expect?

 

---

 

I don't exactly get what the Malaysian papers have been saying about doctors who don't want to further their studies. 

 

Hanya dua orang doktor setahun dihantar berkursus?  Pergi mana?  Overseas?  Don't you count those doing Masters in Malaysia as well?

 

 

 

 

I just read a blog of someone who has started his/her studies in Belfast, and suddenly my eyes are watering.  I miss having a second home.  I don't regret my decision coming home.  I just wish my stay in Belfast had been more colourful.  It is so easy to regret something that has not been done.  And it gets easier to smile at mistakes that one has made; time erases the humiliation.  I wish I registered for the Advanced Mandarin Class; I wish I had stayed in Taekwando although someone kicked me in the rear during sparring and caused shooting pain in my backside everytime I 'rukuk' during prayers for a week.  I want a bit of rock, a bit of rhythm, a bit of soul and a bit of funk.  Instead most of the time I get monotone, and the fault falls onto me.  Isn't that silly, boys and girls?  Like I tell my little sisters, Do what I tell you to do, but don't do what I do.  Get it?

You seem to find the dark when everything is bright
you look for all thats wrong instead of all thats right
does it feel good to you to rain on my parade
you never say a word unless its to complain
its driving me insane

if i were you
holding the world right in my hands
the first thing i'd do
is thank the stars for all that i have
if i were you

look what surrounds you now
more than you ever dreamed
have you forgotten just how hard it used to be
so whats it going to take
for you to realize
it all could go away in one blink of an eye
it happens all the time

if i were you
holding the world right in my hands
the first thing i'd do
is thank the stars above
tell the world i love that i do
if i were you

so whats it going to take
for you to realize
it all could go away in one blink of an eye
it happens all the time

if i were you
holding the world right in my hands
the first thing i'd do
is thank the stars above
for the world i love
take a breath and enjoy the view
live the life that i've wanted to
if i were you

 

(If I Were You - Incubus)

I was already miserable for a few days and thought to myself, "How can this be any worse?"

 

And as Murphy's Law dictates, it did.  I got a reminder letter from my sponsor to heave my ass to SPA as soon as possible. My Banting friends will kindly recall my golekan maut?  I will, I will go, in 2 weeks time... boleh? 

 

By the way, little brats I have for sisters clapped with glee when they were told I will be working soon.  And I am reminded by Syed who exclaimed his surprise when I told him two weeks ago I will (try to) start work after Raya.  Despite thinking his predictions about how I will start my career are bordering on evil, I'm afraid one part has come true.