Come What May

I have always thought I have my life at the tip of my finger. I've my life sorted out already like a homemade recipe just ready to be made. I would write about my hopes and dreams and future wannabes in a diary/paper ; like I would have a master degree and become an engineer and I would then fold the paper and prepare the ingredients needed.I would work my ass off to get the most delicious homemade success based on the recipe written. So by the time I would have to open it back,I can make sure a few of them can be checked accordingly. And by that time, I can't help myself smiling or even letting out the sound 'heh' while I read through it. Proud.

But until yesterday, I met this lady named Evren, half Greek half Turkish, in my french class asked me

"So, what is your plan after you finished your research?" while we were walking towards the tube station. We had the chance to bond after we went through a minor lostness in the department of Maths.

I was surprised as I didn't actually have an answer to that as I used to have all my future plans laid out neatly even in a piece of a paper.

Evren told me she is 32, which she doesn't at all resemble to. Had been married once for 2 years and got divorced. Have no children. Travel around the the world and stayed at a few countries due to her nature of work. Supposedly reside in London for 2 months. But yet, she has been here for almost 3 years now. Tired of traveling. So when I told her that I do not know what's going to happen after I finish my writing up. Evren reminded me it's OK. Because suddenly I have this feeling that anything can happen in the future which sometimes can be bothering. Be it good or bad, better or worse, in sickness or in health, living in the UK or back for good in Malaysia.

Life is beautiful as we never know what is around the corner. Being a spoilt as I am, I keep whining to my dad about the difficulties I have to suffer while living here. All the sacrifices I have to make. And the feeling of left out-ness that I have to endure because I have to finish up my work that I've began. And because of that difficulties, my goal now is to just to have the doctorate and forget about everything else. But dad being a wise one as he always does, said "It's not the destiny that matters. It's the journey. The harder you work, the more experience that you will gain. The more you fall. The more that you'll learn to stand up tall. And taller.

Oh well. Life is beautiful on its own way.

Come what may. All I have to worry about now is how well did I do my work today.

The Fun Has Begun

I haven't write for ages.

So.Hello!

I just got back from Malaysia like a week and I wasn't feeling well for the past days. I don't know, maybe something that I ate or maybe it was the pressure in the flight MH004 journey to London. I have a lot to blog about while I was in Malaysia. There was so much happening those past 2 weeks. Maybe other time. I had diarrhea. And I still got the jet lagged. Well. Maybe a little bit of jet lagged now. Fairuz love to have jet lagged because he says it helps with waking up early in the morning.

New term has just started for Imperial College and also for me. The college is busy, new students keep on buzzing the department secretary to get their welcome pack, it annoys the hell out of her as she can't have a lunch. New term used to be a happy moment for me to start on a clean slate. I know most of you vowed you will give your best for the year to get good grades. But now that I'm a researcher, no more new term, just working days 9-5 everyday. Nevertheless, I am still grateful I have flexible time. Though I have to harder than Fairuz for 3 more years.

I'm taking few lessons this year. What kind? I'll tell you one day. And I've just registered myself for the gym for a year contract. Its going to be great as I have my own personal trainer. This was 80% Fairuz idea and this is one of those wife roles I have to put up with. Atleast a year for an excuse to not having a baby for I want to loose some pounds from raya and have a toned up body. Wuhuu.

Raya is still here and there are still a few open houses that we will attend this weekend. I have yet to puasa 6. I hope I'll get it done this year since there will be open houses by Shell and all.

Before I forget. The most happy thing happen. Ria is here. She's back in the UK for another 3 years. For those who didn't know. Ria is my bestfriend. And she's married and her husband is here too. I'm so happy for her. And she wore hijab now. Alhamdullillah tehee~

I do miss the good old times. I do miss sleeping late at night and slept the day off. I miss having company while traveling like I used to before they all went back for good. I miss all the weekends of never at home and out the whole day even if it was cold outside. I miss jumping up and down like we were sixteen and our commitment was just the homeworks. I miss laughing our ass out for the things that was never funny. I miss having an opinion about anything and the only person never agreed with us is Shimi. I could go on forever.

So this blog of mine will again be fill with our craziness and more fun and traveling together. Maybe more =). Atiqah is also back in the UK working. I'm looking forward to it. I hope the readers do too.

I think thats it for the new start of the new term. Apart from the bad weather, I'm sure this year is going to be fun. So enjoy your year love.