An unspoken feeling

Today, I went to eat at a restaurant with my family somewhere at Damansara. While I was eating, suddenly adela satu perasaan yang entah I dont know where it came from but it has absorbed into my soul. Just wondering why I accidentally started thinking about those who less fortunate. Tengah makan sedap ni then tetiba boleh terfikir dekat diorang. Actually, before ni pun I selalu terfikir pasal benda ni. Maybe, Tuhan nak ingatkan I supaya hidup ni kena berpada-pada. 

During all this time, Ive always had a fancy foods, wearing all the pretty clothes, bags, shoes etc. I can go abroad, I can buy this and that. I admit that I dont come from a wealthy family yet we're still able to buy something that we want. Just bcs a person is poor doesnt mean they're less fortunate. They've a money problem not necessarily a life problem. They may not have a lot of material things but what they do have is a lot of love and a lot of respect. Well, I guess when we're either forced to or choose to live more simply we tend to take more of an opportunity to be grateful for what we do have. Having a deeper gratitude for the simple things in life means to me is vastly more fortunate. 

So about this feeling that He has given into my soul. A feeling that I cannot express with words. Its not a feeling for liking and loving someone or whatsoever but a feeling which is quite beautiful and cannot be revealed even a single word. Im so grateful to have been given by Allah to have a "feeling" of this. I hope it will remain forever.

- AN.

Confession

Since its raining heavily right now, people choose to sleep rather than doing anything. But I keep blogging instead of sleeping hehe.

I frequently opened my Twitter account every single time and I read most of the tweets but I didnt tweet anything tho. When I dont talk about something or when I dont tweet or blog about certain things, it doesnt necessarily mean that I dont think about it. Well I guess that applies to everybody. Maybe sometimes we cant help but pour our feelings to someone or somewhere kan. Im not saying its wrong express ourselves bcs theres nothing wrong with it.

At this point in time, Im having a Facebook account with over 3k+ friends which I dont really know most of them. I have a Twitter account with more than 42k tweets (not as much as yours) and I suddenly realized that Ive spent half of my life on social sites. In fact, just now Ive just spent half of my time to unfriend most of the not so-called friends from my FB friends list. Now I currently have only 400 friends on FB yet I still dont know most of them.

Sometimes Im so scared day by day bcs of the social sites like these. How can people be arbitrary screenshot others conversations and pictures that they themselves dont know, just to get more RTs and Likes? Just imagine, if you posted ur pictures on ur Instagram then suddenly someone had secretly screenshot ur pics and then posted anything bad about you and then they gets much more RTs and it has spread widely. Imagine if it was you or ur family? Ohmai those attention seekers are sick. I guess this definitely a good sign. So Ive decided to take a long break from social sites like FB and Twitter for the time being. These are social sites that I think Im addicted to and I should take sometimes off.

- AN.

Hospital and Doctor

I was admitted to Hospital Sg. Buloh since 26th October due to remove my wisdom teeth. Minor surgery had to be done. Actually, Ive made an appointment in June before and I thought I would be able to do the surgery immediately but I had to wait until the next 4 months. Well everythings happen for a reason and Im so happy with that. Tbh, it was actually a perfect timing. Thank you Allah.

24th October - I need to come to the hospital to take a blood. Dr. Nazrul told me to come to the hospital again on Sunday and admitted in hospital for my surgery on Monday. Day goes by.

26th October - It was my very first day in hospital. I came pretty early bcs my dad said "nanti susah parking". But when we were there, everything feels like "safe and sound". Theres a lot of parking, no many people as always, no shops were open at that time and such else. Ugh why dad? Why must at 8 am and its Sunday. I was admitted at 10 am in ward 7A (Wad Oral/Maxilofasial/Dental) and my life has been so lifeless. Why Dr. Nazrul? Why must at 10 am? Why not at 12? Hehe. I was alone in an empty room. There were 4 patient beds and only me without any other patients in a lovely room. Yes, I kinda love my ward and my bed. My family went to wedding without me, nicee.

When the nurses was checking my blood, then there were also a 12 y/o girl went into my room. Played with the nurses and I heard that the girl was already quite long in the ward. The more time passes, I already know a bit about that girl and we became close.

27th October - Its my surgery day. Of cos I was so nervous and scared bcs I had absolutely no experience in surgery. But everything goes well, Alhamdulillah. Thanks to my surgeon, Dr. Syed Iqbal and all. Not to forget to my Dr. Nazrul Sauban too.

28th October - Sometimes I feel sad when I had to leave a place that will make me feel longing. Its not bcs I love to stay in the ward, its bcs the people there. The doctor and that girl. She always was with me day and night. She even waited for me by the time I was in operating room. Now its the time for me to go home. Hmm and I got 11 days of MC okay.

5th November - How time flies. So today I went to hospital again and got to met my Dr. Nazrul haha. But sadly, it was my very last appointment with him. Nomore after this. Then, I came up to my ward 7A and met my little sister, Mira. So happy to see her again but she told me that she would be going home today. Aww so happy for her but at the same time I was gonna burst into tears bcs I was so sad and till now Im so sad. Then before I make a move, she gave me a rubber band made ​​by herself and promise I will keep it safely. Akak loves you Mira. My "spy" when I wasnt at the hospital anymore. Nanti siapa nak jadi spy akak lagi.

I cant believe that today is my last day at Hospital Sg. Buloh. I cant even believe that today is my last day as a patient to a doctor. No more appointment with "That doctor". I miss I miss I miss. Dr. Naz ~

*Errr?

- AN.