Jan 23, 2013


I am going to disclose something ugly of my life. Peace..

During elementary and high school, library is an eerie place full of molester. Library always have haunted toilet. Scary librarian because i always return the book after overdue. This is public library in Miri.

Then a new library open for education staff beside my school. I always go there through a small gate. The 1st book i read from that library is an iban book, buaya putih (white crocodile). Very interesting story book. From the book, i knew that crocodile make nest at riverbank. Very interesting Iban story.

Miri Public Library was very huge when i was in high school. When i went to UTM, i saw a large large huge huge library. Now Miri library seems like very small room.

UTM library does not allow people sleep in the library and no water bottle But whenever i go to library, i will start sleeping, drool and snore. Most of my books have stain of my saliva. For water bottle, never ever put water bottle on table. Put it on floor. Just in case librarian saw the water bottle, just made blank face and never claim you know your bottle.

Library is such a memory

Upside down house

Last weekend, my friend from miri came to visit me.

We went to Rumah terbalik (Upside down house) at Tamparuli, KK, Sabah.

I went there last year, 2012, and I went there again in 2013.
They renovated the house. Floor not slanted and does not feel like in an upside down house.

And they moved the car inside the gate, so no more free view of upside down house.
The house have big window pane, making the house brighter inside.

Quality of service have decreased greatly.

When I went there last year, there was a friendly guide introduced the house to us. There is a gong in front of the house. She explained if we hit it once, we are datuk, twice would be tan sri, bla bla. And she was with a smile.

This year, the guide is not smiling. She did not explained about the gong. She was not friendly at all.

Feb 2012 Vs Jan 2013. Any difference?

Jan 18, 2013

18 Jan 2012

I have a resolution actually, which is to blog everyday. So far i failed to do it. Today is 18 Jan 2012. It is my beloved mother's birthday. And she is here in kota Kinabalu with me. I am such a mummy girl.

So many things happen at home when I was away for 3 months, makes me feel want to go home and be there for them if anything happens. I will try to go back Miri again. Gambate to me in job hunting.Will I be doom if my kaypo colleagues read my blog. I don't think anyone would want to admit they are kaypo (busybody) by mentioning my thought to anyone in the office. Shhhh..

Btw I was just kidding about matter mention above.

I forgot to buy any present for my mama. I guess I am not a sentimental person. Have to admit that I seldom buy any present to anyone. If I saw a thing and that thing reminds me of that person, only then I will buy for the person. Aha now i get it! that's why I don't get much birthday gifts! huh..... I forgot to wish my mum happy birthday this morning... duh....

I know what my mother will said if I give present to my mama, she will said 'be good to me everyday is the best present to me'.

Happy birthday to mama and everyone who have their birthday today!

Jan 14, 2013


2012 is full of decisions..

2012 is very memorable.

I had sweet memories and not that sweet memories.

It is not an easy year, 2013 is the result of 2012.

Bye bye 2012. I miss you.


Jan 4, 2013

Flower only for me

Today i attended a funeral of an artist of Sabah. He is not a normal artist, he is Mingo. Someone who dared to speak up through his comic. Although I did not know him, he seems very nice and sound like a great person just from description of papers and his family members. He is constantly improved himself through his whole life and contributed to society.

When i signed my name on the attendance sheet before the ceremony, there is a little boy who was in charge to give a red packet containing 20 cents and 2 candies, a white cloth and 20 cents wrapped in red paper to all attendees. Beside her there is a little girl. After i wrote my name, the little boy hand me those things, along with a flower, a big flower without the stem. The little girl exclaimed, so big!

Then i realised i was the only person who have been given a flower. I suppose to put the flower into the coffin. Because i was the only one who have been given a flower, i guess the boy likes me much. Somehow i feel the flower is a gesture from the artist. Not spooky, but sweet. I am feeling good. A good new year indeed!