Nerves are AMAZING

Yesterday, Zatyfaty and I decided to take the time and visit Madam Jalina; her ex-math teacher and my ex-add math teacher. Our ex-teacher la pendek kata.

Well. I wished I was that thoughtful but I wasn’t. Wahaha.

We went there to deliver Syafiqah’s invitation to her Doa Selamat this Saturday. There Sya, I just announced to the whole world about it. On her behalf, those who know her (tauk nama pun cukup la), you are invited!!

 

Anyways, we went there around 6++ pm. Not a good visiting time, I know but I just remembered. After getting lost only once (I’ve only been there ONCE and that’s 2 years ago), we found her house.

Of course, you couldn’t expect to just hand the invitation and leave.

Madam Jalina happened to be at home and she invited us in for a brief chit-chat.

“Nurisa! Masuk masuk,”

That brief chit-chat turned out to be almost an hour. To those who know her (her ex-students), you know how she is. Once she starts talking, there’s no stopping her.

Out of politeness and curiousity, I asked her about her health because I’ve heard various rumours about it.

Turned out, she has Miller-Fischer Syndrome (MFS).

 

It sounded interesting so I looked it up:

MFS is a disease in which the bodies central nervous system is attacked by the bodies own auto-immune system, which suddenly decides that the myelin sheath that acts both as a nerve insulator and fast impulse carrier is a foreign body and attacks it, causing inflammation and destruction. MFS starts in the head, affecting eye muscles, balance and slowly descends to the neck arms etc. MFS does not generally have the life threatening aspects of GBS but can be very difficult to live through with double vision, nausea, weakness, difficulty walking, light sensitivity and pain which can go on for months.

For more info, you can visit http://www.lovelyhealth.com/Miller_Fisher_Syndrome.htm

 

Just because it’s a syndrome, doesn’t mean she’s now an OKU (orang kurang upaya). She looked perfectly healthy to me so I asked:

“What’s the cure?”

Well, according to her, the only known cure for this disease is to REST. That, of course, includes, no reading, no lifting heavy stuff, no moving around etc. In short, it means the patients DON’T GET TO DO ANYTHING AT ALL. All she has to do is lie down and DO NOTHING for a minimum of 3 months to a maximum of 6 months.

 

Crazy! I felt restless on my first day of holiday. If 3 months I die already!

 

What interests me further was that MFS affected only 3% out of the world’s population. She happens to be one of the “lucky” ones.

 

Nerves are so amazing!!

 

The nerves behind the eyes shifted just a few degrees- they only moved a little - and already, our vision will be doubled.

Think about it.

The power of God Almighty.

Let us be free

Since Merdeka (Independent) Day is looming, and since most of my friends have suddenly* become patriotic, I too want to share a story.

suddenly*: tiba-tiba, out of the blue, whoa-I-didn’t-know-you-had-it-in-you

Not a summary of our history. Nor is it about our tokoh-tokoh or the current politic issues.

 

I want to share a love story.

 

Ahah, now you’re interested in what I’m about to say.

 

Ok.

 

Back in the 1940s or 1950s, there was a guy. I wasn’t sure how old he was, but this guy was a Johorian. He was born and raised there. One day, he was out at the field playing with his brothers. Somehow, he got lost and got separated from them. There he was, wondering alone, searching and searching but not finding. He tried to be brave. A guy must not be scared!

In God’s will, while he was lost, he bumped into a group of people. Ah! How God had not deserted him! How blessed he was! Then, in despair, he found out the brutal truth.

 

That group of people happened to be THE JAPANESE!

 

Oh, he struggled to get away. He screamed, he cried and he fought but alas! He was powerless and held as a prisoner. However, to his suprise, the Japanese didn’t dare to touch him. He was not tortured, he was not even beaten!

 

Was he really caught by the Japanese?

 

That uniform, small eyes, fair skin. Yes, they were indeed Japanese. But why? Why didn’t they do anything to him? He merely sat there, like a prisoner in the modern days.

He did not practice black magic. Nor was he tough and muscly – he was skin and bone. And then he made his own theory; could it be because he was dark? He was more than tanned but not as dark as the Africans. He was a western malaysian dark dark (no pun intended).

 

Maybe. Maybe that’s why.

 

So he followed wherever the Japanese went. He ate what he was given. He didn’t make any fuss or trouble. The days turned to weeks. And the weeks became months until there came the moment when he decided he couldn’t stand it any longer. He decided to make an escape.

 

*please use your imagination on how he escaped =)

 

He couldn’t believe his luck! Never did he thought he would be free again! He really thought he was going to die. God was on his side once more. Only that…this place wasn’t Johor! No, he was still far far away from home. Far from his brothers and sisters and parents.

 

WHERE WAS HE?

 

He was in Borneo. Miri, Sarawak to be exact (at that time, Sarawak was a different country from Tanah Melayu. Revise your history =D)

 

*Johor-Miri was considered very very far because

a) it’s considered oversea, ha ha

b) there was no Cuti-Cuti Malaysia back then

 

What did he do? Did he try to find his way back? Nope. He met a young Chinese/Malay woman. They felt in love, got married and had children. I would love to say they lived happily ever after but….

When he had established himself in Miri, he tried contacting his parents. Weren’t they glad to know he’s still alive!! They honestly thought he had died! Hooray!!!

 

However, the joy was broken when his mother found out he was married. Ahh. You see, I forgot to tell you. Back in Johor, he already had a fiance. Had he not been captured and brought to Miri, he would have married her. His mother was not pleased, not pleased at all and demanded him to come home immediately.

 

He was an obedient child and so he went home. Leaving his wife and children, he went back to Johor. While he was there, he tried persuading his mother but she was adamant. He was to be married to his fiance!

 

He was heartbroken.

 

Then his father spoke. It was his father who brought light into his life again. His father told him to go back to Miri and take care of his family there.

Oh, how happy he was! How he could not wait to be reunited with his family again!!

And thus, he went back to Miri, and they lived happily ever after…..

 

Ok, that was long. Anyways,

 

the guy = my arwah atuk

the Chinese/Malay woman = my nenek

 

It was a true story except for some bits I added for dramatic effects. Couldn’t resist, eheh.

What I wanted to say was that amidst the Japanese colonisation, people could still fall in love, and they could still be happy.

It was a blessing in disguise.

To those who experienced it, achieving independence means so much more than just being free. I couldn’t understand why and I didn’t think I would.

But now we know don’t we? =)

 

Let’s celebrate the 51ST INDEPENDENCE DAY with spirit.

Men are from Mars, I’m NOT from Venus

It took me 2 days to finish this:

 

              

 

It was 606 pages thick.

 

Currently, I’m reading this:

 

            

 

Today is the 5th day and I’m still halfway through reading it. And oh, it’s only 286 pages.

 

Go figure.

 

Anyways, this book; Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, never succeeded in enticing me despite seeing it sitting on the bookshelf in every book store for the past years. I’m not BIG on self-help books. In fact, this is my first (and my last, no doubt). You see, to me, this kind of books are full of shit. No offense but I should be able to figure out what a guy with a balding head can, can’t I?

I only bought it because of Fakrul’s recommendation. When he mentioned about the BIOLOGICAL part of men and women, it got me interested. But guess what? I’m already on page 164 and there’s still no scientific stuff mentioned so far. Maybe it’s on page 280 do you think?

 

After 5 days of forcing myself to read it and failing miserably to digest its content, I gave it to my mum.

 

So it’s not a waste of RM 36.90 after all. She’s in a relationship with my dad! Isn’t that what the book is all about? A PRACTICAL GUIDE FOR IMPROVING COMMUNICATION AND GETTING WHAT YOU WANT IN YOUR RELATIONSHIPS.

 

Hey, I’m not saying this book is totally bogus. In fact, when I read it, I found most of the information correct and helpful. Should I be able to finish it, I would understand the opposite sex perfectly. Only that I don’t need to, and I don’t want to. Thus, Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, is so not my type.

Consider I’m too shallow ; )

You’re 18!

When I was done with Foundation, the hardest thing to do was to leave MSU. Not because I loved my college (are you kidding me?), but because I found it hard to leave my housemates and most importantly, my brother.

 

  

 

He entered MSU in June 2008, doing FMS, the same course as I did. If I had the authority, I’d have send him to Riam Tech, near to home. But then, he would never learn living on his own would he? So when he went there, my parents were worried as to whether he could cope. Not in his studies, but whether he could be independent. Thus, they visited us monthly. Naturally, as his sister, it was my responsibility to look out for him. I didn’t fuss because like my parents, I too was worried. I felt that he was growing up too fast.

 

I made sure we had dinner together at least once a week so we could catch up on each other’s live. He would nag at me for not finishing my food and drink and helped me with them. Thank you! You’re my "vacuum cleaner" forever!

 

Sometimes I helped him with his laundry (I hateee this), groceries and bought lunch or dinner for him. I checked on whether he’d eaten everyday. I bought stuff for him whenever I went out. Stuff that sisters do la. Of course, there were times when I got impatient at him. Sisters also do that. They get impatient. Hehe.

 

Coz among my siblings, I was always overprotective of him the most. If you guys think I was spoilt before entering NS, you should have met my brother  =| He’s the most dasyat one.

 

Anyways, since today’s his birthday (I’m exactly a year older than him =) ) and I couldn’t be there, I’ve arranged a little something for him beforehand.

 

 

A suprise for the birthday boy =) They said he cried. Dunno true or not.

 

To my ex-housemates, thank you for helping. I appreciate it a lot!

To my brother, Happy 18th Birthday! Now you can withdraw RM 201.00 from the ATM! Study hard and be a doctor aite? I’ll be waiting =D

Rubik’s Cube

I like KokoCrunch.

I hate veggies.

I’m scared of jaws.

I am made up of all these characters and more, and that’s myself alone.

It’s a colourful world.

A mixture of people with a variety of attitude.

A majority of them, I feel blessed to have as friends. A minority of them, disgust me.

Sometimes, I feel like knocking them on the head and kicking them down the hill just so they could get some sense into themselves. Sometimes, I feel like screaming at them for purposely taking the wrong turns over and over again.

That is me. And I’m not ashamed of myself for judging people.

Because those I judged, I cannot accept them as a person.

Those who find excuses and twist their faith for their needs.

Those who say but do not do.

Those who leave everything in the hands of God.

I’ve said it, and I’ll say it again.

These people are not welcome in my life.

Feel free to leave.

19 on the 19th

The whole world says it’s the 19th of August.

I say it’s my birthday  =)

It was the date I was born and today, I turn 19 years old.

Shit, I feel old.

I say that every year and will continue saying it until the day I die.

So anyways, present present. Dilemma dilemma.

What should I ask for this year?

When I was small, my parents used to bring me to Toy’s World, handed me a basket and asked me to fill it with anything. It was a kid’s dream come true! I remember rushing here and there picking what I wanted. That time was fun.

So I told my parents, instead of the usual money, this year I wanted a present. But I’m 19, not 9. I don’t desire soft toys anymore. Nor am I eyeing that pink tea set complete with a trolley.

So this afternoon…

 

"Nisa, get ready,"

"What for?"

"We’re gonna go buy your present,"

"Ha? Dun want. I still dunno what I want."

"Then when are u gonna buy it?"

"Tomorrow. Next week. Next month. Next year. When I’ve figured out what I want."

 

To be frank, I’ve been eyeing the iPhone. But then, buying a new phone is so cliche. Not to mention it’s teenager-ish. And I know I’ll just change my phone again when there’s a new model out next year anyways. So I went with this one.

 

 

Behold, my new darling =)

 

 

Sony Cyber-shot T Series – DSC-T2/G in apple green (the fact that I didn’t choose the pink one proved that I don’t really like pink ok?)

• 4GB Internal Memory
• Photo Album & Scrapbook
• Smile Shutter
• Face Detection Technology
• 8.1 Mega Pixels with Super HAD CCD
• 2.7" Touch Screen LCD
• Carl Zeiss® Vario-Tessar Lens with 3x Optical Zoom
• BIONZ Image Processing Engine
• Super SteadyShot
• HD Slide Show with Select Music Playback
• 1 cm Macro Mode
• High Definition Output (for still image)

 

Thank you Mum and Dad!

Already this year’s birthday seems a lot more special =)

Oh yes, I’m a materialistic girl.

Now you know aite?

Haha.

The sweetest thing

About a week ago, I received a PosLaju letter.

 

 

 

It was from MSU!

Could it be my result??

Could it be my offer letter??

After battling excitedly with the tight wrapping of the envelope (siot PosLaju)…

 

   

 

An invitation to the graduation ceremony.

Ceh.

FYI, due to, ehem, some "unforeseen circumstances", the venue was changed from PWTC to Theater Hall. That’s from an 8 to a 2 on the scale of 10! Unforeseen circumstances my ass.

 

Today, I received another PosLaju. Just that this time, it’s a parcel.

 

  

 

Instantly, I knew it was from my MSU friends. I’m telepathic ; ) hehe.

1. It was send from the PosLaju branch at Sunway Pyramid. Who else do I know are avid goers to SP? (Coz it’s the nearest mall to our campus)
2. Who else are avid users of PosLaju? We like things done quickly and fast even if it means paying more =)

 

 

Since I couldn’t come to the graduation ceremony, they decided to bring the graduation ceremony to me. Or as they said it, the graduation teddy. Thank you!

A while later, I heard the sound of now-too-familiar honking.

"Pet pet!" (sounded funny rite, but trust me, that’s exactly how it sounded)

Another PosLaju motorcycle. Another envelope.

 

 

Obviously, it’s a card.

 

      

 

 

It was the perfect card ever. Because in our gang,

Seena  =  Monkey (she could never stay still and always like to move around)

Mimi   =  Panda (I’m sorry for always asscociating you with round animals but pandas are cute!!)

Vi  =  Flamingo (why she wanted to be a flamingo, I also dunno)

Seha  =  Tortoise (she’s always late)

Thanks a million guys!! I’m really touched. Thank you thank you thank you =)

 

I miss you guys lots and yes, HAPPY GRADUATION!

Goodbye

Past would always remain as past.

Memories were overrated.

Those who treasured them? Get a life.

 

That was 2 years ago. Back when I was still in Form 5. Between those years, I think I’ve changed a lot. Between NS, matriculation and MSU,  I know I’ve changed a lot. And I began to treasure both.

My past and memories.

No matter how hard I tried getting rid of everything, I still couldn’t leave them behind. No matter how hard and far I ran, I could still feel them catching up on me. Each time, I asked myself where have I gone wrong. And each time, I failed to find the reason.

I felt suffocated. I felt trapped in my self-made game.

Where did I go wrong?

I didn’t know. And I still don’t know. Should I figure it out? Or should I let time dealt with it for me? What?

I tried going south, north, east and west all at once.

There were too many unaswered questions. 

But then, trying to solve the puzzle gave a bigger impact on my life. I found myself.

Now, it’s not that I couldn’t care less. I know that I’ve done my best and if that best wasn’t good enough, I know it’s not me to blame. Most importantly, I feel relief because if anything, I know I won’t regret it in the future. I know I’ve done the right thing.

I’ve a future to look forward to. Out there is a more frightful and exciting journey. I’ll be running again. Not running away though. This time, I’m chasing my dream =)

 

Waaaa, offer letter. Datang la cepatttt. I can’t wait to see you!!

 

To my past, goodbye. It was fun once and it was not regretable. But the past will always be the past and I need to move on. Even so, the memories live on.

 

As I always say it,

"Always regret the things you did, never the things you didn’t."

=)

There’s a first for everything

My first tiket saman.

An RM 5 dicsount if you paid in the first 14 days.

A further 20% discount since it’s still Megasale.

Bleh.

There should be! It is the sale season kan.

At least it’s only RM 15.

How should I know I’ve to display the parking coupon~

Of course, readers are strictly prohibited from telling my parents =)

I didn’t fold it until it keronyok2 and hid it inside my handbag for no reason.

Cheers.

Gardening, Not.

Does scooping some soil into a pot, pushing a seed deep into it and water it once a day count as gardening?

Probably.

A 2-minute worth of gardening.

 

Anyways, last weekend, me and my youngest sister decided to do some gardening *cough cough*

One pot and one seed each and a sprinkle of magic water.

Now a couple of days later…………

 

It grew.

 

What is that anyway? Looks like bean sprout to me.

Zoom a little closer……

 

 

 

Humph *smug smile*

Unfortunately………………………no it hasn’t wilted. Yet.

Unfortunately, the bean sprout-like plant with words and little hearts etched to its cotyledon, isn’t mine.

That’s my sister’s.

 

This is mine.

Either it’s barren (not exactly a gardening term), or it’s a late developer.

 

I think it’s a late developer.