Finally! A blogpage I can call my own....

After gruelling attempts to make it personal, I have finally done it... My bro's right, once you get the hang of HTML, it's quite ok. So here it is... Of course, there are rooms for improvements, but this will suffice for now.*wipes away perspiration*

First week done. I almost forgot what it was like having a hectic life. So exhausting. I still haven't picked up my stamina yet. Now that with confirmation, I suddenly feel burdened with so much more responsibilities coming my way... And the week just proved it. Yikes...

I wish I could ramble on the stuffs going on in my workplace, but there is so much that I would be better off writing an autobiography. Speaking of which, Dearie suggested to me to maybe start writing. I was so inspired by Frank McCourt at one time, that I thought I could put my life into paper one day. But considering the amount of time left on my hands, I dunno if it's even possible. Some writers and authors take years to finish up a book... So mine would prolly be like what... 10 years? Oh well. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna do it. I mean, who knows? I might write a book one day. Get my autograph now.... Hahah.

Well, that would be on my list of things to accomplish in my life.

I'm going to attend a friend's parents anniversary dinner tomorrow. How weird is that? I never thought I would be invited for such occasions. Hmmm... Will update later about it.

My lil bro, Khairi just reminded me of how surreal it was when my Grandpa was around. As a lil girl, I was just my Grandparents' brat. My mom n dad worked during the day so basically my Grandpa or we called him Yaii (Grandpa in Javanese) and Granny took care of me and my bro, Khalil went we were cute lil kids. I was his first Grand-daughter.

Every morning, after subuh, Yaii would go down for a morning walk around the neighbourhood, by himself, and came back with breakfast for us. Yaii never failed to bring back home Tau-Hway (Beancurd with syrup) and hot soyabean milk for both of us. I remembered when we woke up, Granny will shower us and we will wait in anticipation at the steel gates for Yaii to come back. In the afternoon, despite the fact that our parents disallowed us to play at the playground, we will beg Yaii to bring us down. And he held our tiny hands, one left and the other, right and brought us down for us to have a whale of time.

Yaii would take us to the neighbourhood mamak store, where he will stop and chat with his good friend who is mending the stall, and he bought us Yakult to make sure we were preoccupied. I remembered how panicked he became when he lost my lil bro at the coffeeshop. He put me in the corner of the coffeeshop under the watchful eyes of the neighbours and went to search for him. Yeah, he bought me Yakult to keep me occupied.

He would tell us stories of the Communism. At that time, I was a lil girl and what we could decipher was that Communist were 'Bad Soldiers'. So when we played our mini M-16s, one of us will be 'Soldier' and the other 'Communist'. It was a duel of Good vs Evil.

My Grandpa had a lump on his toe. It was round-shaped and as he was kinda dark-skinned, he called it chocolate. He would joked on whether we wanted chocolate and then, grinningly pointed to his toe. And we fell for it everytime.

He religiously watched Japan Hour everyday at 7pm then.

He bought me my first ever Barbie doll. I remembered he wanted to surprise me on my birthday and wouldn't tell me what it was. Me, being a brat, demanded to see it, and took a peek in his drawer... and couldn't keep my delight! I jumped up and down like a monkey, knowing that I have a Barbie doll, just like my classmates were boasting about! It was a sporty looking Barbie doll, with yellow overalls and sports shoe. I decided that my Barbie doll should have short hair just like me so... SNIP! Off went the poor Barbie's hair. My mom was so angry that she told my Yaii not to buy anything for me ever again. But he still did after that....

When he went away, I cried... no I bawled like a baby. I was 10. I couldn't believe that he was gone. I couldn't hug him for the last time. I couldn't visit his grave as he died peacefully at Makkah. I couldn't believe the fact that he is no longer is in my life. For the next few months, everytime I went to his bedroom, I will hug his pillow and cry. Devastated. My Granny will hug me and tell me it was okay. He was the one man who loved me and more importantly, I love him.

Every time someone mentioned about my Grandpa, I would cry. It took me 8 years to swallow the fact and digest it in my system. Sometimes, I felt that it was a good thing he did not live to see his beloved Grand-daughter disappointed him in life.

I'm tearing right now as I typed this entry.

EURO 2008.

The event that kept me wide awake at night. Gives me a reason to wake up later than usual and sleep in the day like a pig too. At least I wun be rambling about how bored I am at night. June hols are coming to an end, wonder if I could keep this up till end of the season. I better do. I subscribed to his wretched Channel 30 for a season pass and it costs me $10.70. Dang.

Some highlights....

Most BORING match: France vs Croatia.
Everyone expected France to pull this. Not only this match ended up goal-less, but there was not enough excitement. This is the first match I fell asleep halfway, woke up and saw the 0-0 on lefthand corner of the screen, dozed off, then, woke up, still seeing the players somewhere in the midfield, playing 'monkey in the middle' with each other... zzzzzz. Anw, Henry wasn't playing.

Most SURPRISING match: Netherlands vs Italy.
Yup, Netherlands whacked once champions and giants Italy. 3-0. Whoa. Who would've expect that? I didn't. Honestly, with alot of Dutch players injured, eg van Persie, I thought it would be the Italians' game. I mean, the Italians have Del Piero and Materrazzi. Van Baston is one happy dude for his last competition.

Most EXCITING match: Spain vs Russia.
Yeah! I'm a supporter of Spain since last Euro and the World Cup. So naturally, I was rooting for them. Russia got England out of Euro during the qualifiers, so I thought it will be really exciting. Russia gave Spain a hell of a time. Guess they were just unlucky. This game kept me at the edge of my seat. Spain's speedy counter-attacks were phenominal! David Villa's first hat-trick in an International game and Fabregas' first Internatonal goal! 4-1! Darling rooted for Russia (he likes to root for the underdogs - last Euro was Greece and Greece won it), so I kinda got f at by him during 2nd half (now he hated the Spaniards). Guess he wun be speaking to me for a while. Poor me. Ah well, I couldn't hide my elation anw. Serves me right. Hehe.

I'm rooting for Portugal as well. Yeah!

Ok, next match is Sweden and Greece. That's a chance for me to drool all over my fav Calvin Klein underwear model, Ljungberg!!!! Heheh....

New Look... but... no archives link!!!

Finally, I managed to change my blogpage design....

However, it was a long grueling process... Choosing a suitable skin for my blogpage is like shopping for a good pair of brassiere.

Choose, try it on, comfy...? Nah.. a bit too bright for me. Maybe less on the trims, or big on colours...

Sigh, after 4 freaking hours, I chose and adjust and trim and do the necessary... I was happy!

Untill....

I realised that the bloody template does not have archives! I want the archives... how do I add it in... I was looking high and low to add in the archives on the HTML, but failed miserably... Do you know how to? HELP!!!!

It gets better

I've gotta say that it's getting better...

At least for the past few days. Honestly, it has been a lil peaceful now. The hols bliss, I guess. Slower paced, although still alot of shit that needs to get cleaned... But I know I can take a lil moretime to do things. I need to get to the beach badly. I am experiencing withdrawal symptoms already. I need to get to a beach. Bintan here I come...

With a fair share of pleasant news from my closest buds, I feel so much more alive. One is expecting a baby, another has tied the knot finally... and we, we have gone one step closer to where we wanted to go. Its a baby step, but it's a marked territory. I have never been so happy for that day, nothing was able to spoil my mood.

Congrats Nun and Hanis... Congrats to me too. Hehe.