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It rains a lot this few days, alhamdulillah. But I read on the star online that the government will continue with cloud seeding because the water volume in dams in the Klang Valley is yet back at safe level. Anyway, I read up a bit on cloud seeding and how its done.In a laymen term, what I understood is the operation is basically to spray some chemicals commonly used (silver iodide or dry carbon dioxide) onto the selected clouds.. The chemical will then vaporize with the existing droplets in the cloud or on its own depending on the type of chemical used... and induce rain. I wonder to what extent does cloud seeding is dangerous for health and how much it costs for every operation and why are we not focusing on the haze issue at its core or global warming in general and bigger course instead of resorting to such a temporary solution. Need to do more reading.  Oh yeah, heard that the petrol price Ron 95 will increase again tonight. Third time since I moved here a year ag...

I have fever and everything that comes with it. Coming home after work today, I was a girl with a mission. I'm going to do something with my stuffy nose because I couldn't bear breathing through my mouth, it makes me sound like a whale and cough more often. I read, somewhere on the internet (u know, like after an hour of scrolling through 'how-to' google search results) that inhaling steam helps your breathing. So, in desperation to de-congest my stuffy nose, I boiled some water, poured it into a bowl, and carefully carried the bowl into a table, so I could sit, put a blanket over my head and inhale the steam... It turned out, I wasn't careful enough... while  carrying the hot water to the table, I lost balance... and the steaming hot water spilled over my hand. Lesson 101, if you're having a severe headache and can't barely walk properly, don't be so ambitious with yourself, you know like carrying a dangerous object while walking or.....

uhuk uhuk uhukk uhukk... its monday, and I am home. alone. I've been feeling ill since yesterday, and woke up this morning with a heavy head. I dragged my feet that carries my body to the washroom. I felt so fragile. Prayed two rakaat of fajr and my mind made up, 'I'm not going to work today'. It's cloudy but warm as always, I wrapped myself in a thin blanket and rolled up on my bed. I imagined myself as a half-cooked sausage. My body is warm, but its cold at the same time, I could feel the chill.  I am a hot sausage topped with a layer of frozen lettuce and carefully wrapped in a room temperature pita bread, that is my blanket. I closed my eyes, or I think it was more like, they closed themselves.  I slept for two hours or so and woke up to my own violent cough. I need to see a doctor.

There was an article I read a few months ago with the title "Why is the child sleeping in the arms of a beggar." Although the source an authenticity of the writing is questionable, the points written worth a little attention and perhaps, more contemplation. I don't have kids myself, but I have lived with my nephews and nieces. Kids, being themselves, at such age, they don't sleep all day long. They run around and cry. Remember the last time you walked past a beggar with a child. What was the little child doing. Sleeping? And try to recall a couple of times before the last times you walk past them. Was the little creature sleeping too? Next time, you might want to try remembering the child's face, and see for yourself if the next time you walk past the same mother weather its the same child sleeping on her lap. It was mentioned in the article, from an investigation ( insertyourskepticismhere ) , the children were drugged to keep them asleep and in some cases, they...

Bismillah.... April it is now. I can hardly remember the last time I wrote anything here and what kind of fuss was it. haha. Anyways, yeah... I've been busy with technically everything. From settling to a new home, adjusting with a new workplace, learning the traffic, reviving my cooking talent (assuming it existed in the past) to getting to know new people as well those I might have known in the past. At some point of life you might be brought back to where you were once, it could be you might end up working at your school, university, hometown, you might end up working with your schoolmates or just simply meeting them again in a casual gathering after, say 10 years. When this happens, as for me, I take it as a new experience, those familiar places and faces are as strange as anything/one new. Things change, people change after all. And as the saying goes, the only constant thing in life is; change. Speaking of change, have you ever felt like something inside yourself is ...

I was baffled with the story of a 13 year old trying to rape a woman at a Shell Petrol Kiosk. And today another story of a 14 year old committed suicide.  At that age, I was trying to get used to a hostel life, making more friends, curing homesick, keeping good scores at school and saving up monthly pocket money for a little shopping with my sister at the end of the month.  Those things were like my greatest struggles. These kids, I wonder what kind of childhood did they have.  God, I don't even know if I should be mad or sad for either of the story. And as a woman, you can't literally trust anybody, not even a kid with an innocent face. God... Being a parent these days must be very challenging. I don't know if I would make a good mother.  . . . . . . . . .   In a parallel universe... As I came back from work, a seven year old neighbour who was playing near by told me that I looked pretty today. Awwww~ But then he also asked if ...

I wore a knee length plain fuchsia dress, a pair of black pants and a floral head scarf. I guess, I appeared a bit made-up for I had an interview on that day. I was walking toward Surau at R&R Tapah when two guys sitting on the kerb muttered something to me. I couldn't really register their words until I walked a few steps passed them. It was something between whistling and flattering, then I realized it was nothing serious but the playful remarks a lady often gets especially she's walking alone. I got that sometimes. Not very often, but sometimes and it has been many times. I believe many of you have experienced something similar... and it could be worse. If I were to rate the above scenario on a scale of 1-10. I'll give it  1. or maybe 1.5. Imagine 10. What makes they do that to us? what makes us so vulnerable to men that they think they could freely harass us on the street? Is that in the way we dress, the way we walk or the way we look or the way we n...

One sad evening, I made a wish to be a florist. When was that sad evening, it is not now of course, but perhaps just now. It rained beautifully, it is raining still. You know how in the movie, it has to pour to make a scene dramatic. Oh, that is! perhaps, I am just being dramatic, there is no sadness after all. Just a normal evening, the sun is just leaving, and the moon is idly rising. I'm sure they blew each other a kiss twice a day. At dawn, and just about now... at dusk. Oh dear, what a faithful couple but never would be together. It's good to be home around these hours, especially after days of working around the clock. The clock should learn to work around us. Why must we go about complying to something we invented. Stupid head, it is not the  clock you're abiding, it's the time. Ouh yeaaah! there goes my little voice. She is a lot cleverer sometimes, talks too much though, especially when I am quiet. Words to me could be like gasses sometimes. Have y...

A crime in the eyes of law is a pleasure in the heart of a hooligan. oh well, maybe she/he isn't really a hooligan... maybe he/she is just a desperado. A desperado cherishes everything, for he got nothing. Dear people, I have a curiosity. or to be exact, something I wish to learn. Should there be a manual, I'll throw an investment onto it... and there is no law, no hooligan no desperado. Only a heart seeking to understand... How do you forgive an offence that is about to be committed against you, knowing that you would never be able to forget it? Should anyone reading this have any idea on how to do it. Prey tell, for I've been trying my heart out... just, to understand why should there be a forgiveness at the first place when there wasn't an apology. Maybe there was... an apology. Saying "sorry" sometimes is just a custom. Like, "I'm sorry sir, you stink!" That's not a real apology. It's just a 'proper' way o...