The weekend has passed again.
I think i am glad to be sitting down at my desk and rushing for work to be done.

As usual, i spent my weekends catching up on my sleep.
I am talking less and less on the phone with Fzam.
I think my body needed the rest more and I am glad that the body got it.

Well.. a recap of my weekend....

It starts on a Friday.
Its coffee as per normal for my family and me in town.
I feel bad having to keep cutting our coffee outings shorter and shorter.
It is always either because I am exhausted or that I have work the following day.
Somehow i do feel bad that i am not spending enough time with them.

Anyway that Friday night I had a dream.

A dream, in which the nature i never had before...

Which somehow disturbs me a little the whole day.
The dream somehow never left my mind
And it disturbs me more especially after what happen on that particular friday afternoon.

I dreamt about my grandmother and my great grandmother on my maternal's side.
My great grandmother, as many have mentioned and still mentions, is a great woman.
50 years since she died, people today are still telling my mom, her grand daughter, how wonderful a person she is.

My grandmother, who is turning 80, is senile.
The only people she calls out for is me and my mom but she never could recognise us in person.

They both appeared in my dream.
I was with them and my mom and sis.
We were all in a syarahan.
To cut the long story short, my great-grandmother walked past me and said,
"Be careful of that man."
I looked at him and see thru his eyes.
Though it was eyes i see, there was some figure dancing behind those eyes.
I knew something was wrong.

Yet, knowing my stubborness, i turned to my great-grandmother whom i have never met and said,
"huh? why you telling me all this when you don't even know me?"

"Just listen to her.." my grandma said and she hugged me so tightly.

I know who that man is...
And he somehow appeared distinctively in my life again
Which made me take the dream seriously.
I mean why the hell would my GREAT GRANDMOTHER come in the dream for nuts?!?!?!

And so...

Saturday was somehow a solemn day for me.
But I managed to keep my mood was at ease, alhamdulillah.
Thank god i didnt take my slimming pill.
Else, I think i would have reacted differently today when i was faced with so many things.

Blog-bitching.


There are many who does that.
That's why bloggers come out with disclaimers on their blogs.
Probably this is bloggers' nature. I have very good friends who puts up disclaimer on their blogs too..
Yet people still bitch about them
And as a form of retaliation, they bitch back.

Human's nature:
Fight or flight.

So probably some fight.
As for me i choose flight.
Cos i don't bother wasting so-much-of-my-blardy-effort time and having to bitch back.
Some people don't and i admire their patience
Some people do in due to retaliation which i understand too...

I am not condemning who bitches and who bitches back
Cos the blog that they own and theirs to update.
Who am i to say that what they wrote is wrong or what they say is wrong.
I blog out my opinions too.

I do bitch about the nyonya that cut my hair like shit
Or the idiot who steals my cab
Or the asshole who recommends me a job as a cashier
But they cant bitch back. Cos they don't read my blog.
*haha*

And people so itchy hand if they wanna bitch, they always do that on my blog bitching about me.
Haiz...
Talk to the hand la.
Anonymous la.. passerby la... bloghopper la...
Cannot put their own name is it?
No courage to put name, then don't find the courage to tag la.

And like i said, it is my blog.
And i dun give a shit if people don't agree what i say.
They don't actually have to.
I never expect people to agree to what i blog.
Or people to even read them if they don't feel like it.
I don't put an obligation to it.

I don't have expectations on people's blog too.
And i don't care what they think on certain issues.
I just let them be.
Let them blog
I'll just read what they blog..
Enjoy it if it is good..
Close the window if it sucks.
The end...

And i think that's the way it should.
Then probably there will be less blog politics around.
Hahaha!



The only reason why i keep a blog is because i have been keeping a diary of myself since i was 13.
Till i was 22 when i started writing up a blog.
It is almost the same.
Pros and cons.
Less privacy but i get to enjoy designing the blog skins...
(yeah like as if i do that all the time)
It has always been my habit to tabulate my almost-daily events.
So that's why i blog.



DAMN...


Was i supposed to be talking about Saturday?
Oh yeah... So sat came and went with me having a SLEEPY-HEAD-EFNI at AMP.
*groan*
And the normal coffee with the family and all..

But above all the solemnness, i treated myself to another of James Patterson's thriller.
'LIFEGUARD'.
Or at least my daddy treated me to it.
*hahahaha*

I am not a fan of thriller books.
Just a fan of James Patterson.
For the time being till Paulo Coelho's new book arrives.

Currently reading: The monk who sold his Ferarri
I love reading.
I love reading philosophical books.

And....
I cant wait to get my hands on my new book

*wide grin*