Sunday, October 26, 2008

the big L

You know.

There are thousands of reasons not to be with someone. Yes you can create thousands of ways for same too.

Like saying that you're taken (or pretending for the same), or confessing that you have a terminal disease, or an acute infection (make it more dramatic like an inflamed genital herpes or something like that), or saying you're migrating to a strange place like Timbuktu to learn clay art; my main point is - there are thousand of ways to do it.

There are also thousands of reasons to be with someone too. Well for this one reasons need not to be justified as your heart will tell when it comes. Too hot, too cold, cool, uncool, fair, dark, sweet, bitter, funny, uncanny - too much too little. Cues are sent with questionable pick up rate.

You can do the old trick of sending love letters dusted with perfumed powder, throwing peebles on the bedroom window, making a scrap book out of him/her, or the latter days ways of sending thoughts via sms/messenger/email, burn a cd full of love songs, pretended to be late and surprised him/her with a confession; few of the many ways.

The heart is a funny thing. Indeed.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

post-raya

Hey. I'm back.


Home was terrific. Glad to see the good lot, sad too not able to see the rest. Eid is eid, eat till you sweat rendang and lemang.

Back in rainy Dublin, I was greeted by the happy registrar who was almost half broken left alone for 2 weeks. There were piles of works and presentations due. Ghastly.

In ICU today my super wonderwoman boss sent me a signal from far. Those (protruded) eyes said - come here we'll talk to this kiddo's parents. At the same time they were doing portable CXR on the other patient beside us. Funny was, the boss refused to leave and continued talking. The radiographers signaled me, of all people, to tell the boss. I, tried my polite-est gesture to boss, meaning to convey the message that we needed to leave the bed. Either she didn't get it, or just refused to leave the heated discussions with parents. So we all had to stay. And embraced the unnecessary radiation dose.

My poor ovaries!

Mom is here. That means, a happy cup of coffee in the morning, and a wonderful dinner going home to. After years of living away, everyone needs this kinda pampering.

roti canai with rendang

To my dear Seri Puteri girls, sorry I missed the potluck and tak sempat jumpa. Next time ye i'Allah. To the others, you made my holidays such a memorable one.

Till next time ;)