2010

My final, yet halfhearted attempt to revive this dying blog....wish me luck!

Sayang....do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?

According to my husband:
if it's a boy, he's gonna have a huge *censored*. like his dad.
if it's a girl, she's gonna be an independent smart ass. like her mom.

What can i say.....

listening to: Regina Spektor

life as i know it

July 6 2006:
It HAS been a while. Too many things have been happening that i resisted putting any entry down, because then i would have to write about so many stuff and i don't have much time for that. And i'm not even going to talk about the crappiest internet connection ever. Lets not even go there.I'm a newlywed now. A wife. if u can even imagine that. Still getting used to the idea. it's not easy, when u live most of your life independently. And living in this tiny little space with no other partitions to separate u from your significant other once in a while,well, in moments of drama, can be very trying. But it's been great up to now. don't know if milacku feels the same though. hehe. I hope he does. I can't ask for more. He's been lovely, so understanding and so patient. My famously unreasonable moodswings never faze him. Dekuji lasko!_____________________________________________________
April 3 2007:
I have been soooo lazy! and uninspired, hence the sparseness(?) of entries in this blog. Since the new year begin, i have been unemployed, and i can't say enough how boring it had become after the first month. But the silver lining is that i'm pregnant! 18 weeks now, just into my 5th month. It is still early days, and i know i shouldn't get too excited and attached, but i can't help it! especially now that i can feel tiny flutters and squirms in my belly, still not very often, mostly after i had a meal and relaxing. it makes it all the more REAL. Yet i can't shake the apprehension that probably all expectant couples feel. I hope everything goes well, and my baby stays healthy and safe.

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You Should Be a Romance Novelist

You see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart. You can find the romance in any situation, and you would make a talented romance story writer... And while you may be a traditional romantic, you're just as likely to be drawn to quirky or dark love stories. As long as it deals with infatuation, heartbreak, and soulmates - you could write it.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

try it....mine hits bullseye!

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

favourite quote of the day

I sometimes wonder if this readiness, this expectation, prevents the miracle from happening. But I have no choice. He is coming, and I am here.
- from the time traveler's wife

Favourite word of the day....

understanding

Lunchtime on Monday...

Am at work now, well technically. It's lunchtime. We have just discharged our last patient ( to Ema's annoyance, should she know about it). It'll be just about five days before my 2 week holiday starts. I'm flying home, and i can barely contain my excitement. It's been almost a year since i've been back, and it is about time to re-fuel. i need the malaysian air, humidity and all, at least for a while. Sometimes, being home kind of put things into perspective. i need that now, with all these confusion that's been going on. i've been kind of going about my days in sort of a daze lately... it feels like everything is a question mark. i just dread the thought actually sitting down, and really think things out, find answers and make decisions. one might say that i'm too scared to face reality. chickenshit. hehe. oh well. others might say i'm unthankful. i've a wellpaying, somewhat distinguished job, a caring family, a great, loving boyfriend and a bunch of absolutely lovely, there-for-me friends. and yet i'm still disheartened. i still wonder if i haven't hit bullseye; haven't found my true calling....i don't know. well who says life is straightforward?

current playlist: so beautiful - darren hayes
hung up - madonna
kaiser chiefs

The Time Traveler's Wife

Just completed reading this exquisite book by Audrey Niffenegger. It has been a while since i cried reading a book (14 years to be exact - cried reading the Catcher in the Rye at 14).
The Time Traveler's Wife, what can i say. What an imagination, what depth and originality. It swallows you with the play of vastly varying emotions in its characters. It draws you in and hypnotizes you - i finished it in more or less 7 hours in two sitting. I just could not put it down. Even with the obvious fantasy of time travelling as the core of the story, this book is truly an old-fashioned love story at heart. I just love it. I feel for and empathize with Henry and Clare. I want to have what they have with each other. I'm getting dramatic! hehe
Anyways, here is an excerpt from the prologue of the book. Just in case it'll whet your appetite to actually read the whole thing!

Clare: It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?
- from the Time Traveler's Wife by A.Niffenegger

Bliss in Brno :)