Smses were coming in all day since 8 a.m. on my first day of work.
Thanks for all the well wishes and prayers.
And thanks to those who called to ask if I did make it to work.
No thanks to my driving skill.
Watch these!
Here are some movies which I want to watch for many different reasons, but mainly because...
1. ...I'm really bored and have got nothing better to do.
(That's a lie. I've got plenty of interesting things to do like go be a mallrat like everyone else coz the Mega Sale is here, but I would rather be watching some movies which you've probably never heard of.)
2. ...they are indies. I like indies. And I wanna watch them before everyone else in Malaysia does. These will probably never hit our shores anyway.
Three Questions
Over the span of three days, three different cabbies asked:
You Melayu ke Cina?
Do I look Melayu to you???
On three separate occasions, three different docs asked:
Are you a medical student?
That’s flattering, but no.
My family’s hospital routine has taught me much.
Not enough to make a doc out of me yet.
You Melayu ke Cina?
Do I look Melayu to you???
On three separate occasions, three different docs asked:
Are you a medical student?
That’s flattering, but no.
My family’s hospital routine has taught me much.
Not enough to make a doc out of me yet.
Memories are funny things.
I once told myself to remember. “Keep them well in that bird brain of yours”. I deliberately pin up that card or that tiny something somewhere apparent. I thought, great, now I will never miss it and I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
But I don’t remember anymore.
The more I yearn to remember, the sooner I forget. I am angered by my pitiable memory. I wish I hadn’t stuff so many things into my brain. I wish I had left us some room in my memory.
I thought I did.
I want to remember again.
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