Giving Birth story

I always scare when people talk about their experiences of giving birth. I cannot stand the 'cutting of the private part', the contraction and all the related things with delivery. Frankly, if I know in details about their traumatic experiences, my body seems can feel how the pain is. And my fragile spirit easily make me pass out. Even though I do not have any idea how terrible the pain is, but I do know it is terrible enough to put your life on the cracking egg. Well, that is me..heehhee.

My friend, En. Onn once told me about his real experience when he accompanied his wife in the labour room. He was there for almost an hour (and the truth was, he was about to reach the panic points in his 'waiting' session since there was some complication with his wife 's condition). Apparently, when he was there, he could hear clearly one of the patient (Indian lady) in the next room was screaming out loud with her healthy lungs while giving birth.The atmosphere was very chaos and then out of the blue, one nurse hurriedly rushed into the room with a stretcher. My friend was so scared just if that lady could not make it and he kept praying to GOD to save that lady's life.

In a few minute later, the same nurse was strolling out the stretcher from the room. And what a massive shocked to En. Onn to witness one gros Indian guy was laying on the stretcher instead! That guy was unconscious because of the traumatic experience in the labour room, like the blood, the 'cutting part' and everything. The nurse just left him outside, I mean just by the labour room's door.(He still unconscious on the stretcher k and nobody gave him any emergency treatment!) Hahaha..I guess, everybody was in a full hands so no more space to rescue the poor guy. Pity of his wife. But I think if I was there, I am pretty sure to give the poor guy a big laughs even though I am faint-hearted like him..hahaaha.

Well, I guess this phenomenon is going to happen if, the husband does not mentally and physically ready. Spouse is someone that should be there to welcome their new comer. To cherish your wife more by witness their pain to give you the most precious thing in the world. Oh dear...I do not know if I can get through the labour pain. But, I just knew I will somehow. Cannot wait to preggy again and experience it to myself....But, now I am getting better than I used to be. I do not want to think about it deeply until the time has come. Let nature take its course, I reckon!

Entry rindu yang poyo dari aku!

The clock showed 1.51am in the early morning. I still cannot rest my eyes when I was in bed just now. Thus, I woke up and straightaway switched on my laptop. I browsed the oldest entry of my fotopages. Suddenly, I felt like I miss Manchester so much. It only has been five months since we left the UK but it feels like years. I miss our life in there. Well, the things that I miss so much in there are...

I miss the language that I can easily understand.

I miss the variety of English TV channels. Especially my favourite TV series such as, Hollyoaks, Corrie, Jamie at Home, How to look good naked, Colleen Real Women and many more.

I miss our old flat, Birchlane. I cannot find the photos of the flat though! Sigh!

I miss waking up in the early morning to go for work.

I miss shopping in Picadilly, the place that I pass by everyday after work, I love it there, especially when I can buy any brands easily and not as limited as in Belgium, just have your money ready and all is done!I miss buying English magazines and books easily and cheaply! I miss ASDA, the continental shops, the carboot sale every Tuesday at Longsight market.



I miss church, the place that I used to gain my knowledge in English language, I miss my best teacher ever, Miss Clare Bateman, and even though we still keep in touch through emails and messenger but it is not the same.



I miss our previous Volvo S40 car, P674JSR. The car that did a good deeds a lot for us!

I miss the greenish area in the UK, trust me, I never ever found the best greenish area view like in the UK especially the scottish land, since I have been travelling a few places in the Europe.



I miss the English cute cottages ,the castles etc.



I miss everything that was related to us.The first place that we spent as a husband and wife after we got married, Our honeymoon place, and many more.


Truthfully, not to forget I miss Faz and family, who helped us a lot when we were moving to Belgium..Thanks so much k.
(sory Faz letak gambar kat blog..heheheh)

Actually, I am getting bored living in Belgium. I am starting to think that Belgium is a boring country and in fact I still do not feel the eagerness to travel all around in Belgium like I used to feel when I was in the U.K..I miss everything there except the bullshit weather....sigh!!!


p/s - Nevertheless., I still love live in Belgium in terms of "to travel all around Europe", the weather, friends of mine in here. and...err..maybe I will appreciate Belgium after leaving Belgium for good in the future! Ops..I do know that, when in Belgium do as Belgians....But I can't help the "miss feeling" in my heart though..Tempat jatuh lagikan dikenang, inikan pula tempat berak and kencing..kikikikiki..

Adolescent Hood!

Have you ever admired someone so badly in your life? Well, I had and dare I say until now. The story began when I was in Sekolah Sains Raja Tun Azlan Shah in year 1996 as a USM matriculation student. I can precisely remember when was the first time I started to admire this guy. It happened during orientation week where all the matriculation students needed to assemble in the lecture hall. All of the students have been divided into groups and each group contained about maybe ten to 20 people. Each group must nominate one of the student as a group leader. Here came along this guy that had been nominated by his group. The first time I laid my eyes on him, I knew exactly that I admired him so much.It seemed like love at first sight! My heart pounded every time I saw him. Since that day, I always kept an eye on him. What colour his clothes were?, What dorm was he in? Where did he come from? Which class was he in? All kept lingering in my mind, and I jumped for joy when I accidently wore the same colour of clothes with him! Unfortunately, until the last day of the orientation week I still did not know much about him. The next day when the first time I stepped my foot and met the other students in my class which was Matrik Suria, suddenly my heart stopped beating when I saw that he was in the same class as me. I kept controlling myself from showing anybody in the class that I liked this guy. We had to arrange the tables to suit the condition of the class and I was definitely on cloud nine when I realized that this guy's table was at the same row as mine.

Since that day onwards, I became one of the diligent students that went to class either during day class or prep time. Mixed feelings emerged inside me. Nervous, jumpy, fidgety..just name it..all those feelings rose when I was late to school or prep. It got worse during the semester break, which was normally for two months. At first, I kept the feelings to myself until I could not bear it anymore. I publicized my feelings to all my friends especially my dorm mate. All my dorm mates will inform me about this guy in detail if they knew something about him, so it was like I had an unofficial private investigator to report to me about everything! I kept investigating about this guy and guess what? I knew almost 90% about him .I realized that, when it comes to someone that I admire so much, I will do anything to get to know them and I was so determined in my mission. Just try me!

There was an unthinkable incident that happened to me where I used to play truant when it came to "solat jemaah", for your information, in SERATAS, every "solat" must be pilgrimed. It was compulsory for all students to do so. But, my evil mind said that it was just a waste of time..You see how naughty I was..but, if I knew that this guy will be "imam",automatically, I will be the first person that went to the mosque and stayed in the first row when solat was performed. Trust me, he has a very melodius voice when he called "azan" loudly. During the solat time, my eyes kept aiming at him (the mosque is a double storey building, women on the first level and guys on the ground level, but the first level only half of the building so I can see clearly every guy that performed solat in the ground floor!). The best word to describe me was, I performed solat just simply to keep an eye on him and not particularly performing the solat like I should..see..how terrible I was!! When we met by chance, I will instantaneously snarl at him and if he held something at his hand, I will snatch it and just pass him by like I did nothing wrong! You must be thinking, what was this guy's reaction towards me? Well, he was just too shy to say something and even to stop me from harassing him. That was why, I loved to play the fool with him. Because I knew, he will do nothing to reflect my reaction! He was like "boy next door " to me! hahahhaha..

Time flew so fast, it was time to bid farewell to friends and him. I felt so sad and cannot imagine what I was going to do when we further our studies in Matriculation two in USM Penang, I knew exactly that he will not be at the same class and lecture as mine. So how the hell I can keep staring at him, So for the last day, I gave him something as a souvenir..To let him remember me ( if he wanted to) when we were apart..I think he was glad that we were not in the same lecture.hehhee..The gift that only I knew what was inside the box..Until now, when I think about that, I will keep smiling and thinking, how daring and stupid I was at that time..When we chose different courses for our degrees, (I was in Engineering campus and he stayed at the main campus), a little bird told me that he already has a girlfriend from the same course and in fact this lucky lady become his wife, they got married soon after graduation. I felt so glad for him but at the same time, I felt sorry for myself because he turned me down, even though I never told him directly that I like cum love him.I knew he was the first person that I really admired..and I was into him so much more than everyone can imagine! I believe that, if we are looking for true love we have to make an effort. Never ever stop finding love until you found it.Nevertheless, do remember that it takes two to Tango! So, even though you have been accepted or been turning down, do not give up hope.Keep looking! For me, the eager feeling to others will never be the same as how I was with him..until now, I keep thinking about him, well.. sometimes. But, I know that I now have a husband to love. He loves me so much more than I can imagine. So do I. All my life, my heart and myself is only for him. Truthfully, all the "secret admire" things was the naughty behaviour that I experienced like others, when I hit puberty and now, it is only a sweet memory in my adolescent hood that I have already left behind...

memories last forever in usm

actually i don't have any idea what to jot down here..suddenly the title above pop into my mind..so these are the things that had happened in usm tronoh..definately last forever in my mind...

1.Always aku and bangchik kena tangkap ngn Dr roslan..even we lepak kat cafe yg ramai gilerrrr students lain. Yang betul2 couple time tu shima tak kena..huh..jgn mare ye shima..

2. Aku angin ngan asyraf yari..asyik kutuk aku,fid,nuzai,rushi budak jahat masa degree sb kami bising ..langsung aku mainkan dia..anta surat cintan..punya mamat tu percaya..siap angau lagi..tiap2 mlm siap baca surat aku tu..last2 kantoi..ntah mcm ne dia tau aku pengirim surat tu..langsung dia declared war ngn aku..wekekkee.

3. Tolak kete sewa yg mati masa ngn fid kat ipoh..

4. Studied ngn gondel,shima .mat kong kat library.

5. Aku pasangan ngn chena p kelas..walaupun asik dia naik angin..aku wat bodoh ja..

6. Kena marah ngn driver bus masa ngn nor and chena..tp chena tak tau kot..sb dia berebut sit sebelah mamat hensem ngn aku n nor..sabaruddin..

7. Aku n shima..lupa punca tp ala2 perang dingin ngn cikorn..zaman tu..budak2 tul..bodoh lak rasa...hehehhehe

8. aku scotting bilik chena setengah tahun and bilik shima n cikorn setahun setengah..dasat sungguh tahap scotting aku....

9.ada duit ja..malam minggu kami kuar pi midnight..ngn gondel,matkong, shima, chena..and kadang2 cikorn...

10. and yang paling aku ingat...hehehehe...sedih masa nk farewell..and happy masa konvo..at last kami dpt gak degree even main2 masa blajar..ada kawan2 yg blajar lg tinggu..bakal doktor pun..tahniah ye kekawan semua..

Kenangan2 ni banyak..and will never ever dapat diulang..so remain la in my heart and mind..rejoice!!!!!!!semoga kita akan tetap friends forever..teringat lagu spice gal...viva forever..lagu favourite pidot masa cintan ngn pokku..ye tak fid??nuzai??hehhehe

Memories last forever

Recently i keep thinking about my memories when i was in secondary school especially when i was in form 4 and form 5. The most thing that i really remember well is my 2 teachers.The first guy is my chem's teacher named En Haron and the second one is my physic teacher named En Sabri Salleh. These two teachers absolutely different in character, My chem teacher ( En Haron) actually not good in teaching as good as En Sabri (he totally full swing in teaching)..If i can rank both of them in term of teaching, i will rank en Haron 3 out of 5 and en sabri 5 out of 5 BUT what i like most about en haron is he is very soft spoken, well mannered,and the best thing is he really made me love chem and i was totally excellent in exams and test for chem subject. I can precisely remembered when i sat for the first chem's test in form 4, i only got 5/100 in chem,how worst it was..hehhhe but after en haron kept gave me a motivations i started to improve my knowledge in chem..until i got flying colour in chem for my SPM..hehehe i got A2 for chem..thanks en Haron..i really2 can't pay you with the effort you put on me..opps..about my physic teacher, he totally can't won myself to love physic at all, in other word i was not enthusiastic at all with physic but i kept studied to get at least credit in SPM, and alhamdulillah i got C4 for physic, i didn't like physic because of my teacher so bad tempered, always yelled at his students and many more attitude that i think is not appopriate for him as a teacher. What ever it is thanks to him for taught me..thanks to all my teachers for taught me until i am who i am now and forever.

Dreams....

When i fell asleep..i will be dreamt..sometimes it was a nightmare and sometimes it was a sweet dreamt...Last night was a ...unpleasant dreamed. I was dreamt of my late grand dad. He left all of us in 2002...In my dreamed I met him and the surroundings seemed quit familiar when i was a child...what I can said it was my childhood...We talked in my dreamed and played about lightheartedly....I miss you so much my grand dad...Some people said when we dreamed of someone that already passed away..it means that the late person asked a prayer from us..maybe it is true..lately, I was forgot to send him my prayer...to my beloved late grand dad..Al-fatihah for you..Hope your soul will be blessed and peaceful there..