Misused Du'a

Doa isn't a wish they told us. In Islam, we have been upbringing to the fact that doa can solve almost anything. From the littlest problem to an avalanche. It is a weapon if we can use it right. But what if we misused it?

I don't know if anyone had ever misused his doa, because every doa I believed is sacred. However, everything that we say, it can turn into a doa. That is why people keep telling, say only good things, positive matters because in the end, those can turn into a bless-ful doa. 

Many months back, before returning to India for my final year, I had my most incredible time, every night to sleep beside mom. I cherished it every second. My dad would checked on me upstairs, and would wanted me to accompany mom. Dad was a busy man, he worked during the daylight, came back when it was Maghrib, and after Isyak, he would leave the house for a badminton or futsal match. Dad loved to join the community and had so many friends. I love that thing about him, always so active in his age and he always seemed happy doing them even though I knew he must be exhausted. 

One day, mom was a bit cranky. Injected her dose of fasting insulin for the night, and cuddled her like I did almost every night. I slept early to accompany her. She always wanted a cuddle. I realized as mothers get older, they feel like they are going to be alone and their children would always go farther, that cuddle must be very special for her. 

Of course mom is known to be strong, well witted, amazing working lady. Since she recovered from stroke, she had this itchiness and muscle pain around her upper limbs. Even though, she still has not recovered fully, she returned to work. Every night, I had to scratch her back and cuddle her to make fall asleep. I wouldn't mind as that would my mom would do years back when I was also a cranky child myself. 

I was tired that night, and something got into me that I felt an urge of saying something to mom so badly. It was a long deep thought that I must say it to her. She blamed me for not cuddling her enough and she couldn't fall asleep. I turned to her and whispered and talked slowly to her while scratching her back. 

"Mom", I started.

"You must be strong"

"I am just afraid..that one day...."

And then she stopped me, and asked, "What if one day what?"

I continued

"What if one day, papa is no longer with us...we never knew.."

"I will be far from you...you must be strong, Mom"

She was a bit hesitated when hearing that part came from me. She said, "NO! Papa must be with me. He loved me, and he is all healthy. He would look after me"

That night, the feeling was intense. I didn't know and noticed whether or not she cried or hurt when I said that. She then stopped asking me to cuddle, and fell asleep.

My only intention was to trigger my mom to be stronger. And not only after 1 month later, I got a call from my brother at 2am in the morning, I was awaken from my deep sleep after a lengthy medical bedside teaching, the scariest call I ever received, and the most heart-breaking.

"Dena, papa....he's gone"

The lovable, healthy papa, the jovial and the most witty but amazing dad, is no longer here with us. Now, it has been like 4 months since he left us, I still thought that I was the one who made that du'a. Misused my weapon to such a big loss. I shouldn't have said that to mom, I regretted it badly. Somehow, here and there, I still wish there would be a morning joke from dad or anything fun coming from him from afar. Yes, he is in the heart of course. But that du'a....I have misused it. Never say something so bad ever. As it can turned into a du'a. 

postcard

maaf to the friends who feel like I have neglected them,

maaf if I seem like I don't care,

while deep inside, I don't feel alone when I think of you.

I have postcards here with me,

To tell you how much I care and love.

And how much I would like to have you here right by my side.

>>p/s: missing the grenade girls like crazy<<

Simple steps how to wake up a friend who sleep in lecture

 

>>>p/s: Only work for those yang tak tidur mati katak<<<

Dugaan Bulan Ramadhan

Minggu yang serabut. Minda serabut, pertuturan serabut. Semua serabut. Cuma masa tarawih sahaja ketenangan menerpa.

8 August 2011

Actually today I need to send back my Mara's agreement forms and whatnot. One word dealing with all these forms would be : tiresome. No wonder many friends before this, asked me to decide properly either I want to accept this offer of vice versa. And now I know how tedious all of these are. Part of growing up dear self. Live with it.

The fact that some of future coursemates and I have to send all these by 8th August is because we took the agreement by hand, whilst some others got theirs through post laju which is not as laju as it seems. Anyhow, so yeah, I really was positive that I can settle everything about Mara's agreement by today. My mom skipped from her office to follow me to the Oath Commissioner to get her/his signature for the guarantors' agreements. She was a nice lady, which brighten up my day quite a bit.

Spent bloody RM50 note on Stamps for the 5 copies of agreement booklets was something I have to bear. Went to the LHDN, to matikan the stamps ahhaha and luckily it was quite near and didn't cost me a cent. And every thing seems to be almost complete till I arrived at the MARA's headquarters down the Jalan Raja Laut, Kuala Lumpur. Took the bloody commuter to reach Bank Negara, along the way standing upright holding to an aluminium rod because the coach was as always full of bloody people. Walked a few stones of steps to voila reach the MARA's building at almost 1 pm.

Greatly about my arrival was that, it was actually lunch time, Even though most of MARA's staff are Muslim Malays, and they are all fasting, they still need lunch time. I went to the third floor dear readers, where I should hand in the documents. I sat down at one couch and start rearranging all the forms in order. And it was nearly two seconds before 1 pm, that I walked to the receptionist. Greet one woman with salam, but sadly I was badly treated.

It was my bad frankly to say that I came at inappropriate time. She asked me what agreement was that, and I told her that I was one of the USM-KLE'S students. And she went looking puzzle for a sudden as if she doesn't know what is it. I was a bit pissed actually when they told me that they were tired, and asked me to come later. Haissh

And in the end, the agreements need to be corrected. I need to see my cousin again as he is the guarantor, to get his initials for every mistakes in that bloody booklets. HAHAHA. So, I left MARA's building with this frown face. Dad and I walked all the way to Masjid Jamek, crossing the forever crowded Jalan TAR and the hotness of Ramadhan to go to Indian Visa Centre somewhere near the Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad (Jalan Lebuh Pasar Besar). Saw some tourists drinking coke like heaven brought up the tenses I tell ya! Takpee dugaan.

One thing I hate about KL is the those uniformed DBKL people who should function as our travel guide in KL. How pathetic that they don't even know where Lebuh Pasar Besar is. And what more the Visa Centre. Pity laa Malaysian. And after lotsa walking, guess who helped Dad and I to the Visa Centre? A kind hearted Arabic Man, who is a foreigner for GOD SAKE!!

I was relief when we actually got ourselves to the Visa Centre. Then, came another bad news. The Visa application time is already of at 2 pm. We reached there at 2.30 pm. And of course I was bloody disappointed. After all the walking, after all the sore throat and thirst. But Dad said, in KL weak people die early. You need to be strong to be in KL especially during Ramadhan. Dad was so strong. So rigid and so positive. He is a total opposite from me. I adore him a lot for that. He is willing to sacrifice his time to bear all these with me, syukur AlhamduLILLAH.

Back at home, mom was there. She is kinda mad at me for being so careless filling up these forms. I like always like to blame on things when I am in a bad mood, so all those blaming, made me tired and wearing out. HAHAHA. I slept after reaching home till Iftar. Didn't help mom sorting out the preparation for it though, what a daughter am I huh?

All these I should consider as dugaan. Allah Taala loves me dearly, so HE gives me all these obstacles again and again. I am blessed with a dad who forever is willing to accompany me and attending my amends. I am blessed to have a cousin who is willing to be my guarantor and going to and fro to attend my documents. T.T Syukur ya RABB for all these lovely people. Lovely life and lovely dugaan.

Havoc and Mercy

Assalamualaikum dear readers,

How are our fasting progressing? Any better? AlhamduLILLAH for the chances to feel Ramadan till this very day. 

Well, my preparation to leave to India, is by far approaching 90%. Ceh. Hahaha. But still clothes are unpack, foods to be brought along haven't been bought and yes, I am telling you I am 90% ready? Yeah right.

So, this recent Monday, Encik Redza from MARA contacted me, informing me to take my MARA's agreement letter which almost look like a pillow in an envelope. Luckily, mom and dad were so kind enough to drive all the way to Jln Raja Laut, KL for it. I guess they really really care for me. AlhamduLILLAH.

The office was crowded with both youths and the 'mid' elderly. The woman at the receptionist wasn't rude nor polite. She asked my name thrice and I was like a log waiting for the officer to find my agreement and offer letter. Signed the log book and rushed off to SOGO for shopping. Thankfully, I wasn't in the mood to shop, even though got one blouse...cittt off story.

Anyhow, before I rushed home from MARA's building, I did asked the man who handed me my parcel of documents, when should I send the agreement back. He harshly tell me to send it by THIS UPCOMING MONDAY THE 8TH AUGUST. I was like Ya Allah....with tonnes of them need signatures, some need guarantors and lotsa complicated things to be done, they want it by MONDAY? How great. 

But, the time limit that I was given had somehow put me in this amazing velocity to work hard to get what I want. Of course, it is the 2nd most important agreement I ever had in my life after my agreement to be Allah's slave for the last 19 years, and this one valued so much to me. I am now going to pursue medicine with funds from the People. People's fund. No way I am gonna burn it all to ashes. Half a million ringgit is the worth. InsyaAllah, I will do my very best, to make it all happen.

Just today, I almost finished up 50% of the agreements. All the forms that needed important verification have been  completed. My cousin is kind enough to be one of the guarantor, the first is my mother. Then, I am also done with medical-checkups, took the HEP B AND C shots as well as HIV-did the X-Ray again -.-' and did the urine test. It was shocking however, to notice how high my diastolic pressure is (124/90) and to note that I got blood in my urine, which then gives me this scary feeling that maybe I have kidney problem T.T. All in all, I still feel I am a bit of shaky to note as a healthy woman. This is the repercussion for leading a sedentary lifestyle for almost a year. Blaming myself is what I can at least do though. I am just too lazy to work out. T.T

Anyhow, back at home after that, I told the rest of my future coursemates, that the agreements need to be handing it back by this upcoming Monday. Then the HAVOC begins. I sort of starting it though. Some of my future coursemates, haven't received theirs yet and they started shaking in fear. But then, when a girl call the MARA's officer, they gave another due date which is the 10th August. AND I really feel bad, it feels like I am putting them into this almost wrecking ship already. My friend, Darina, already burst into tears knowing she got 2 days to complete everything up. I am so guilty. But, I really did heard the officer said 8TH AUGUST. Dang. 

Whatever it is, I am glad that they put a new date for it. At least, things will be completed in a manner of neat and proper. I bet my friend Darina can wipe all her tears of worry now. Hahaha. I am so afraid she would change her mind, and go to UniMAS instead of India. Just pray she won't though..

GAHHHH penat....anyhow, thankfully Allah gives mercy to complete all these. If not, it would be war. HAHAHA. And I hope I won't have to redo my medical check-up though....since I did it at AZ ZAHRA, Bangi. Emmm...till then. I will nag again don't worry. ;p

Exam which feels like a phantom

3rd week now and it feels 'okay' a bit compared to the previous weeks. Why eh? Mostly because I read several motivational comments on the blog, and maybe because I finally could adapt to the UiTM Shah Alam campus. I now know where the museum located, where the laboratory located, the computer lab and the lecture hall of course and find good place to eat around Cendekia. Except for one thing, I COULDN'T TOLERATE: THE SMELLY Shiteous TOILETS!

We bumiputeras are well pampered including us who are undertaking the pre-medicine course. Why must I say that? Well, first is because we joined this thing at the first place WITHOUT the need to pay for anything, just using our money to support on our food and stuff we wanna buy. Can you imagine, how lucky we are, seeing those lecturers cum doctors who are also specialists - and they are superbly nice to us - they gave us lecturers without us paying them any tuition fees? And it's so lucky to be having Dr Hisham, an Iraqi as my Physiology lecturer cum doctor in charge during Small Group Session (SGS). Plus, we are staying at 'moderately' furnished hostels with no fees whatsoever- even though has to bear the gross of the toilets and the smells from them that arouse especially at night.

Then before I go further down to the 'mumbling'- I must say now is a hazard zone. Zone to get all the facts and all the mechanisms inside the brain-those we already discussed of course. Because exam is looming. And it's frightening me off like crazy to think of OSPE -Objective Structural Practical Examination -whereby there're 10 stations to deal with- and we have to answer several practical and structural questions-either on anatomy or on laboratories work like measuring blood pressure or lungs volume and capacity. And this is all maybe- plus, tonnes to be read and not just read but to memorize! Then, also we are required to undergo 150 MCQ's together with 3 Short Answer Questions, which are compulsory to be answered. 

Asked one doctor named Dr Syed in the Anatomy Lab just now- regarding the examination. Should we the premed students just depends on the lecture notes or on the books? He said, PRIOR THE BOOKS. The lecture notes are like extra-simplest key points. After listening to the advice, I tried pushing myself to look for more diligence to open up those books and get some points from them. Scary.

But, Premed is also fun. When we got super roommates who heal and washed away all the crazy uneasy feelings on insecurities, when we are able to sit together during dining either it be lunches or dinners, when we are able to advice each other and etc. It's amazing to hear experiences from doctors cum lecturers here- how their life were during the housemanship, during the college years- all in all, they somehow gave inspiration to me- to note that No One Says Life is Easy. What makes it easy, is perseverance and lot of prayers and blessing from Allah and dear Parents.

Thanks for all the comments I received. And, I already been lectured by Mom last week, whereby she told me to rethink if I am really determined to be in this field of madness. Kalau premed pun tak tahan, apatah lagi real med school and real life as a doctor kan? For this 3rd week, I have somehow put in mind that to be rich, this is certainly not the route, but if there's more patience and hardworking together with perseverance and CONFIDENCE we can be specialists- and when we are already one of them- we could gain not just respect but TRUST. The eternal trusts from our patients and the community. Sprinkled too with LEISURE, whereby we can almost do whatever we want without having the need to be boss around. 

-fun going to Hospital Sungai Buloh-the place was a majestic, and a beauty of course. Imagine, how we can go doing roundings at the place, so conducive and comfy. And not as busy as those hospitals like HTAR or HKL. 

-met a neurologist-who is also very sarcastic and funny simultaneously-Dr Andrean Husin who happened to be our coordinator; Dr Rosfaizah's husband-who told me mostly doctors deal with satans compared to dealing with God. 0.0

-met Dr Faisal, a paeditrician- a good doctor who explains very well.

-met Dr Onkara, an opthalmologist (kutt, dah lupe, tehee:D)  ....who happened to be a bit strict, whereby she advised a group mate to do something with his wavy hair as she told us doctors should look boring not interesting. 

>>>p/s: gives strength to your servant dear Allah. To pass all these and be happy. And to Aini Najwa, hope your choice to reject USM is the best for you, Amin<<<

Answered

Alhamdulillah, praise to Allah Al Mighty for letting me breathe once more. Amat terharu dan sedih:) Today is the most historic date ever for the year 2011. Results for the final semester and the overall CGPA has been counted.   And, for the past two weeks, students or ex-asasian have been making countdowns for the day. Now finally arrived. 

Last night, I had some trouble closing my eyes. I am so freaking scared of what might happen. I am so stressed out and at the same time can't wait to see how my performance paid for the course I intended. 8 months approximately and today the results are out. It's amazing how we grew up that fast, right?

Got my first message from Dina, a friend, asking my result. I replied, I haven't go online to check mine even though it was already 10 a.m. I just do not want my smelly morning body and mind to witness the results, so I went to shower. Then, went down, watching Ewah-ewah, a funny game show for some laugh and got some breakfast and finish the housechores and do some driving. Back home, already 1 pm, but still reluctant to see the results. I don't know why was I so coward.

Climbed upstairs to my room. A message received from Azyan Amani. Like always, a message asking about results. I quickly got online and checked my email. And it was there, the results was there in my mail box. Clicked on it, and alhamdulillah. Praised to Allah Almighty Lord for helping me gone through this. I am shocking to see my results, despite all the bad days of flunking at certain papers during test one and test two. 

Three of my comrades including Azyan and Dina merely share the same pointers. That's why we are called comrades, I guess. Congratulation to Azneeza who still on the lead. She's so bright. I don't know how did my class representative and a friend named Syikin did. Hope they triumph too. 

To Fawzan, I heard it somewhere that he got a 4.00. Maybe it is true, and I bet it is true. Congratulations, doc-to-be. 

>>>p.s: not gonna post my results in the blog. I'll tell to those whom I feel like telling, and whom contact me politely. Ececeh<<<

What you can do when you think you are unlucky.

If you think you are unlucky...

1.The place you live in is a mess? Think twice.

2. Your salary is low? Think again.

3. Your job is pathetic. See this!

4. Your friends and families isolated you.

5. Feeling like giving up? How's this?

6. Public transport and transportation sucks? Then see them...

7. Work too hard and have no rest and no life?

Enjoy life, how it is, and as it comes
There are always those who are worse
off than we are. There are many things
in your life that will catch your eye, But
only a few will catch your heart…pursue those… 

This is a message for you and me, for US. Who never tend to sit down for a sec and reflecting the things that we have and what they don't have. We are indeed much more luckier than they are. Hence, don't whine and mutter for the smallest things because what we have now, like a roof to shelter us from shine and rain, like a family who cares, like a dining table full of food, like friends who we can have fun with and INTERNET for us to use, are giving us the contents more than what they would have. Do not forget our third brothers and sisters who suffer. Do not let modernization and consumerisms be the border between humans and engulf into our minds and souls.

Buried.

I would say my life is 'buried' under some ashes, where I could still see light penetrating through the empty spaces, but, I just wish it brings me more of something called 'inspiration'.

Did'nt I tell you how cosy it was at the Alamanda Cineplex? I mean, before this, I thought Midvalley's was the most comfortable and beautiful cinema, now, after seeing how it looks like at Alamanda, it just amazed me. Maybe because it was friday, and not so many people came to have watch movies.

Today was unplanned. It was like any usual cosy Friday, and all I like to do on Friday is sleep and not stressing my self out. But, Huda text me just on a sudden, at around 1 p.m, asking for Maryam's number, and soon after that, not realising, that she also got an off from classes. The three of us, then headed to Alamanda for a movie, and without deciding on any movie to watch.

On the car, where Huda was the driver, decided to watch Buried. Of course, we had seen the trailers and what not on the television, but yeah I didn't expect to watch it at the first place. Haha, nonetheless, I myself, and Maryam were clueless, so we just gave Buried a shot.

The movie started by making us the viewers perplexed. The screen went dark for like 10 minutes, without any sound, making us thought that something was going wrong. Suddenly, Ryan Reynolds appeared, with a cloth in his mouth, and hands tied up. He was Buried. In a wooden coffin, meters down in Earth. Well, the movie was just like watching a Youtube video seeing someone trying to get out of a coffin buried down in earth. The best part of all was that, Ryan Reynolds or named as Paul Conroy, was given a handphone, two lamps, a note of I don't know of what reason until the end of it.

Alas, what could I say, you guys have to watch it. Yeah, for me, Buried was not something that you MUST go and see, it's not that spectacular, but it just brought back those sorority of venge between Islam and the US. Paul Conroy, a man, who went to work in Iraq as a truck driver (well, mentioned as not a soldier, but as one of the US citizens trying to 'rebuild' the country). He was made into a hostage, by buried alive in a wooden box/coffin, deep down in Earth. In order to escape, he was given a cellphone, and it seemed illogic because the phone he had was 'blackberry' and the movie was set up in 2006? Do you think in 2006 we have phones looking like Black Berry? I am not that sure though. He was also given two lamps, notes, a hand knife and yeah, the second appearance was a black snake you know, to arouse the panic and frighten among the viewers. Go see it, go see how scarying it was to be a hostage, being blackmailed that your family will 'show blood' if you 'don't show blood'. Go see how, a hostage like him, penniless like him, is nothing but trouble for the government, well, the bad one asked for a million of dollar, and would the government gives that much to save someone like Paul Conroy? After all, it's all a mind game: Islam bad, they are good? See it for yourself then:D

M.U.E.T and Miscellaneous

Ops, I think I forgot how to spell the word miscellaneous? Or was it correct? What ever, but it feels great of being back typing something here, even though it isn't that important to be blogged. 

M.U.E.T is over for speaking session. Hooray! The fearsome of all tasks is now a history. I got the earliest session which was held on last Tuesday, at 11 a.m. Mine occurred at dear Maahad Hamidiah, the famous agama school in the district. Whilst, many of my former schoolmates, got the old SMK Kajang Utama as the venue, mine was quite far from home. Plus, no one I know get the same place as mine. But, that was not so important. 

I was in Group 2, with another 2 male candidates and another female candidate. Making my group, a balance one. I was candidate D by the way, the last to speak. Heart was pounding tremendously like usually when it comes to spontaneous speaking. I don't quite remember when was the last time I ever speak English to a real person in a real situation. Wohoo. And that is mainly the reason why I should be cold feet with the test. The topic for that day was 'how to reduce disciplinary problem in schools'. And I had to elaborate on 'implementing a mentor programme'. At first, when I saw what the point that I need to elaborate, my mind suddenly stopped. My eyes were glancing at other candidates. Shoot! I can't think of anything to start up with. The butterflies inside my stomach were dancing not with grace but with vigorous. I was like OMY I am doomed!!

Then, we were given 2 minutes to jot down our important sub points for the main points we had for task A. Everyone was in hurry. The guy besides me was so relaxed, meanwhile the guy in front of me kept looking at me. Short after that, I recalled that I too, had, undergo this mentor programme, while in school. I was in the prefects board, and I was a mentor for young prefects for three consecutive years. I should know how this work. So, I jot down everything that popped out my head. 

Soon, the 2 minutes were up, Candidate A started to speak. Then the other two candidates, before mine. When it came to my turn, I greeted the others, and speak. Just speak, and the funny part was, I can't quite ring the bell what I was trying to say. Suddenly, my 2 minutes ended just like that. Hahaha. But, I think I did put my elaboration at the right place. If not, I am a dead meat.

Not long, Task B started. It was rather fun. I wanted to start the discussion when candidate C ruined my plan. Ok, I sighed down in my little heart. I was again the last candidate to give my opinion, and I was also the one who make it to a conclusion. It was rather hard to 'fight' with this one girl who happened to be a TESL student. You can actually imagine, how good she was. I felt belittled a bit. 

Despite all those, terrifying moments, or was it terrifying? And despite those points I didn't elaborate because I did not have time to, I definitely think, it went out to be smoother than I ever thought it would. No need to justify how sad I am when I didn't really show my very best, it's time to move on. And next session will be writing, reading and listening. Those will be on the upcoming 13th November! Long way to go! 

>>>>>p/s: Why must she nagged of how expensive my laptop was? Now, I feel down for burdening her pocket!

Leaving behind

Today, two other friends left for good. They entered the newly formed group called J1. The persons I mentioned were Calvin and Balqis Isa. Seriously, I will miss Calvin and Balqis like crazy after these. Why they had to leave after Dinie and Bahjah? Just becoming frustrating.

 The four of us, Calvin, Balqis, Dina and I went to take a look at the J1's schedule. To be frank, I love the schedule since the classes are all packed in the morning, thus making evening with no lectures whatsoever. I need that, on second thought. I wanted to join the J1 group too. However, I feel a slight disheartened since I have many friends in the B1 group, but with Calvin leaving, it is such a lost. Terrible one. All these whiles, I depended on Calvin when it comes to meeting the lecturers personally, he also who made me feel more hardworking, and have that high spirit to continue striving here. Now, he's gone, how great!

Even if I made my mind to change group, Dr Rozana won't be taking or consider any appeal for now. She said, the group J1, is fully occupied now. Haih T.T

Why is it have to be like this? During in Presco, I was told to change into J3, even though I wanted to be in the same class as with Fahmi who was in J2. Now, here at UiTM, people I am close to keep leaving me behind for their own sake of goodness, but why those I love to be with?

For once, I just wanna know how it feels to leave people behind. Just wanna know how people will be disheartened of my disappearance. For once, I really want to have that feeling. Seriously, I am tired being left out, I want to leave....

There, Here and Everywhere, in the end return to the initial spot

Here. There. Everywhere. 

Three words best describing the journey I am 

 undertaking, to find my identity, to search for tranquility, to empower my 

 knowledge about anything I can. Sadly, the far I go, and the busiest I be, none 

of them can make my life a bit more rejuvenating. What can I now learn is that, I hate the same routine, I despise being among these chaotic scenes in big capital city Kuala Lumpur and I just don't feel a lot better, even though I tried to strengthen myself to be strong. Everywhere I go, it's the same spot I am standing at. What can I benefit from this? Is this what I am looking for? The answer is 

Hell NO!

Come to Me

I watched Supernatural. I don't really know which season it was but what matters is Supernatural is supercool:)

Imagine....

One night...you are chatting online with your friends, lovers or anyone you might not really know in reality. Its getting late, and it's better to tuck in the bed. You wish goodbye to those people you are chatting with. You close the windows.

But....as you are about to turn the computer off, a window pops out. You were scared. You were sweating all over. Messages...line of messages were appearing on your screen

Come to me....

Come to me....

I want to meet you....

I want you to follow me...

and you typed back..

Who are you?

and you were answered

I am mom.

Your mom.

You didn't know what to do. Your mom is dead.
But who kept messaging that.

You typed again

NO! My mum is dead.

Don't try to prank me!

and you got an answer.

Wait. I am mom...
I can prove you....

Suddenly....your webcam was switched on..by itself.

you see yourself on the screen, frighten. and....you see your dead mom behind...
coming towards you..holding your shoulder....

You were really scared.....you got up...your mom was not there...

However...as you looked towards the screen.....the same message appeared

Come to me
Come to me
Come to me...

P/S: can the dead...whether it be the souls or the ghosts contact those who are alive?

I almost fainted:0

Yeah people, guess what, I almost fainted!! What the FISH!

Fine, it went like this. This very morning, around 7 am, I decided to go for a jog around the neighborhood, and luckily my sister was willing to keep me company. So yeah, it has been such a long time since I last jogged, I guess that happened 2 weeks ago? Yeah, maybe, so you can definitely tell if I've earn such an enormous gain of weight, and yeah, for girls this is A NO-NO!!

So, we jogged at this steep lonely road, the road is not so busy, and currently has become the major spot for people around my place to jog, to dating and whatsoever. As I thought I had recovered fully from my 4 days fever, I thought I could run up the steep road, since I need to strengthen my stamina and my cardio, so yeah that's what I did. I ran. And not jog. The first attempt, was still a fine one, my heart was beating tremendously, and I walked smoothly for about 30 seconds and continue to run up the steep road again. This time round, I felt dizzy. A never-before dizziness. And, yeah, people, it's actually a sign that I was about to faint.

My sister helped me to stabilise myself. I sat for about a minute, and decided to walk straight home. I walked as fast as I could, since I couldn't bare the deprivation of oxygen. I really need OXYGEN!! When I reached home, I noticed my brother was staring at me. "WAH PUCATNYE!" thats what he said. I helped myself, up the stairs, to my bedroom, looking at the mirror, the reflection of my ownself, who looked as pale as a decease body. I felt like throwing up and quickly went to the bathroom. After that, I washed my face, rip off my clothes, and wrapped myself with a towel and blanketted myself on the bed. I went asleep for an hour I think. Soon as I woke up, I was relief that I was now in normal condition. My oxygen deprivation had been replaced. And, yeah, now I am blogging again.

I never thought that I could just encounter such an incident like this. What would happened if I did faint on the road? AH, maybe this is a sign that tells me

'DON'T EVER GO JOGGING, IF U'RE ILL'