I wonder if all these would exist if each of us lives a day at a time. Each us here includes me as well. What if we go to know that world is coming to an end tomorrow? Will we be still harbouring ill feeling towards others? Will we be still trying to snatch each other's lives? Will we be blogging trying to outdo others in the cyberworld? What will we be doing?

What will you do if you know that the world going to end tomorrow?

I have a perfect song for this question. The visualization of the song disappointed me a little, nevertheless AR Rahman's beautiful composition to Vairamuthu's lyrics is simply amazing.


The lyrics is here, just in case if you want to sing along....

Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Alegeh Enah Seivaai
Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Alageh Enah Seivaai

Kangelai Thiranthe Kalanggal Maranthe
Kadesiyil... Vanathai Parthekolveen..
Mandieth Amaarthe...
Manethem Kunithe
Kadesiyil Bumike Muthem Yeipen
Unn... Marbinil Vilenthe..
Mivili Kasaithe
Nee Mathum Valeh Toleghai Seiven..

Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Alegeh Enneh Seivaai..
Naalai Oooolghemmmm...
Naalai olagam Ellaiendrana
Anbey.. Enn Saivaii...
Ore Nurr Annde Valthidum Valvei
Ore Naanil Valthekolveenn..
Unn Ethelgelin Meleh Ethelgelai Sethe
Ereveli Mudikolveenn...
Maranathai Marakum Magelchiyai tanthe
Maranathai Maraikeveipeen..

Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Alageh Enah Seivaai
Kangelai Thiranthe Kalanggel Maranthe
Kadesiyil... Vanathai Parthekolveen..
Mndiethe Amaarthe..
Manethem Kunithe..
Kadesiyil Bumike Muthem Yeipen..
Unn.. Marbinil Vilenthe
Maivili Kasaithe
Nee Mathem Valeh Toleghai Saiven..

Kathelin Thevei Erekindrevaraikumm
Buloogam Alivethilai...
Ayirem Minnal Therikindra Pothem
Vaanam Kilivethehillai...
Kadel Nilavagum
Nilam Kadelgum
Naam Buumi Maraivetheillai...

Udalgelum Poogum..
Unarvegal Poogum..
Uyir Kathel Allivethilai..
Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Uyire Enah Saivaai
Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana
Uyire Enah Saivaai..

Vanaiyum Vanangi.. Manaiyum Vanangii
Unainaan Talevikolveen...
Ayirem Poovil Padekeyum Amaithe
Unaiyum Anaithe Uyir Taripen
Enn uyir Manil Pirigeravaraikum..
Unn uyir karthe Uyir Thurapenn..
Naalai Ulagam Ellaiendrana..
Alageh Enah Saivaai..

I'm so in love...
Happy Weekend everyone!

I know I have stopped wishing some time ago. I never had any resolutions/wishes before but this year I have not one but 10 of them! I want a change a now. Possibly a change I have been longing for; a change that will startle any people; a change that will definitely change me!

Okie okie.. don't get confuse. Let's get down to short list of my wishes for the brand new year:

I need to shed 15 kg to be back to a healthy weight! I don't know how I am going to push myself to do it, but I have to.. somehow!






The last 3 years have been wasted. Don't wanna waste another precious year in my life for anyone now. I better start looking for a bf now! Any volunteers eh? ;)








Every year will start with a bang, u know the usual countdown parties and fireworks. But this year started quietly. Just me with my darling. Praying that a different start will give me a different perspective for a new year!

Happy New Year to all!

[update]

The news on rally being featured in numerous blogs & online news portals. This post has been highlighted in Newskini as well:

What you get to see in the national newspapers:

About 200 people gathered outside a hypermarket here yesterday to protest the the assault on a 22-year-old man by two security guards on Friday. Technician R. Sashindran claimed the guards hit him on the head and body repeatedly with a plastic stool until it broke and then forced him to write a confession that he had shoplifted some items from the hypermarket.

He claimed they then forced him to pay RM30 for the items he allegedly stole.

Sashindran claimed the guards later put several items into his bag and took pictures of him holding the bag before calling the police, who he claimed also assaulted him.

"One hit me on the back with his hand while the other used the butt of his gun."
Sashindran later lodged a police report, claiming he was taken to the Section 11 police station where he was forced to write another confession.

The protesters, who included members of non-governmental organisations, later met representatives from the management, who promised to investigate the claims.

District police chief ACP Noor Azam Jamaludin said police were investigating the case.

Source: NST


What you don't get see in the national newspapers*:

The following is the excerpt of the police report made by one Sashindran a/l Ravichandran,22 who was beaten and insulted by 2 security guards of the Giant store.

On 16 Nov 2007 around 11.20am, I went to Giant in Section 13, Shah Alam to buy some things. After purchasing items for RM23, I put it on the counter to buy another item.

[…] After talking via my handphone, I was reprimanded by two Giant's security guards and brought to their room. There I was assaulted from behind by one of the guard.

The guard kept on assaulting me and forced me to sit down. He erased the kum kum I was wearing and snapped away my chain with a pendant bearing Lord Krishna. Then he took the pendant and put it on my forehead, kicked me from back and said "Now you look like a devil".

He was later made to take pictures holding some items that was planted in his bag. The guards called police who later continued the abuse in the police station.

In the police patrol car, one of the policemen insulted me by saying:
1. “ India keling you apa 08 punya orangkah “ ( I seriously don't know how to translate this one)

2. “ I can let you go, then shot and dump you anywhere"

Then he took my staff ID from my wallet and threw it out of the patrol car though I pledged not to. He said "You definitely going inside the lock up, you will lose your job. so there is no need for the ID. This is Islamic country, why are you here? If you wanna steal, you can go back to India."

*Translated from the excerpt in Mahen's Bolehland.




Now should anyone blame the community if they want to organize a rally condemning these kinda insults on Indians?

A class action on behalf of Malaysian Indians has filed at The Royal Courts of Justice London on 30th August 2007 to sue the UK Government for bringing in Indians as indentured laborers into Malaya & exploiting them for 150 years & thereafter failing to protect the minority Indians rights in The Federal constitution when independence was granted, Hence making Malaysian Indians a permanently colonialized society until today.

A petition with 100,000 signatures to be presented to her Royal Highness the Queen of England to appoint her Majesty's Queen Counsels to represent the poor, underclass, oppressed and suppressed Malaysian Indians would be presented at the British High
Commission as follow:

Date : 25th November 2007 ( Sunday)
Time: 9 am
Venue: British High Commission 185,
Jalan Ampang, 50450, Kuala Lumpur.

Democratic minded citizens of all races are urged to attend and show the British Government we are united & serious with our demands for Justice & protection as subject of Commonwealth

Latest info on the rally can be obtained from Mahen's Bolehland

I'm always amazed at men who have the ability to turn horny at any instance, even if they are dying on the hospital bed!

It may look like sweeping statement but there were incidences that happened during my master research project, which is a proof of what I am saying. The research project was conducted in a public hospital and my dean was kind enough to grant me an office room for me to conduct interviews of the outpatients. Nevertheless, I was still required to visit in-patients in the wards.

During one of such visits in the ward, I came across a 70-yr old man who was a potential candidate for my research project. This guy was having hearing problems, so I had to sit closely to his bed and initiate the conversation. Everything was okie and I was already half-way through the interview when he suddenly started to talk about erectile dysfunction! Then he went on pouring out how 'hard' he felt when he used to touch the nurses and he could not feel anything nowadays. Geeez.. all I asked was about his food intake, not if his d**k could stand still or not. Then he said something I never imagined in my entire life "Can I touch you instead?" OMG! I felt like puking! I immediately terminate the interview and left the ward. The next day, the surgeon-in charge apologized to me - well, pity the surgeon though.

If that was bad, worse things have happened in my office. This time it was a 55 yr old man. I was only enquiring him about his medical history when he started to strip in my office!! For godsake it was not a treatment room, and I was not a doctor. Somehow I manage to stop him by saying my office is equipped with CCTV. Phhewww! And another man who came for the health screening session said proudly (and loudly) how big his d**k was!! I had to conduct the screening with open doors and not before warning all my enumerators NOT to go near him. Damn... what does one's d**k size and strength have to do with nutrition? :S

so, stop questioning my citizenship!

XX : hi. h r u?
me : hie. im fine thanks.
XX : wr u frm?
me : malaysia n u?
XX : india.
XX : r u stdyng?
me : no. working. im a researcher.
XX : wt ur hobbie
me : i blog. u came frm thr rite?
XX : ya

--after a while ---

XX : ur proper?
me : proper? :S
XX : native place?
me : oh okie okie.
im a malaysian.
XX : but u look indian??????
me : well, its a long story.
anyway, im born here.
guess tht hs summarized all.
XX : u no tamil?
me : i do speak tamil.
XX : u got indian name
u speak tamil but u don't want to be indian
r u shame?
me : huh?
shame for wht?
XX : u r shame to be called indian
me : (WTF!) :O no la. look... my ancestors came to malaya about 100 years ago
and they settled here.
we r the 4th generation in malaysia.
i got no idea where exactly my greatgrandparents actually came from
i can nvr call india my home.

-- after a while --

XX : have u visited india
me : no. not yet.
XX : y
me : the time is not here yet.
when we wanna visit, we surely will do.
XX : don't bullshit
u don't love india
u not even coming back
me : dude.. listen.. im being v patient here
u not even coming back <-- coming back is not the right word here
i can only visit india as a tourist
i hold malaysian passport la :|
XX : stop bitch!
u r shame to india
me :#@$#*% (edited)

This are excerpts of an original chat between a guy claimed to be my blog reader from India and myself.


Okie.. Malaysia may not be the best country in the world. She has her flaws, and most of us (read non-bumi) knows what are the flaws and who are causing them. But this is my birth country for God sake! My ancestors were from India, but I am a Malaysian. This is my rightful country and I don't understand why anyone want to question that.

It's not that I have anything against India. The country fascinates me in a lot of aspects. India has charm of its own. I watch movies originated from India - Tamil, Hindi, Telegu, Malayalam.. u name it. I wear Indian clothes - a sucker for sarees. I love their architecture. I celebrate every festival celebrated by Hindus in India. I speak fluent Tamil. But it doesn't make me an Indian citizen.



My genetic composition might have originated from India, but my place is here. If at any point I got shooed away from Malaysia, I'll be stateless!

So, please understand the fact that I am a Malaysian.

It's Muruku Day again. I remember posting on muruku during last year's Deepavali season. Digged my archive and found the post! Hehehehe.. Read my old muruku post here.

Somehow I feel Muruku Day is jinxed! Last year, I couldn't find a camera, so used my camera phone to take the photos. It turned out to be kinda pathetic. This year, coincidenly my uncle took the camera to a function just moments before we start the 'muruku session' *sigh!. This time, I used my sis's camera phone to snap the photos. Something is always better than nothing! Here they are

How was the Muruku Day in your home? :)

I'm just so tired of all this bickering, bad mouthing and verbal abuse going on around me. I have done everything I can, and help anyone at any circumstances - in good faith. Then why am I sinking? Because none of what I gave came back to help me to stay afloat. Being genuine and truthful doesn't help ANYONE nowadays.

My world revolves here. I have very little in life of my own. My life is a routine which even I hate at times. So what kept me occupied? A few friends, a family and my work. Worse part, I think I am losing all three one by one.

I am frank. I am outspoken. I cry out when I'm in pain. I said it when I got hurt. So, now that is wrong and I am a person who doesn't know respect. Fine. That is what other's brain may conclude. As far as I am concern, I have done nothing wrong. And even if I did, that is by accepting such person in my life.

I am disappointed.

Sorry for the unannounced disappearance from the blogworld, guys (and my lovely gals)!. Desperate time required desperate measures :P Things are getting better at my end.

Marking my re-entry to the blogsphere is a new series of POSTCARDS! Do give your constructive criticism on this post.

I am desperate for an image make over. any suggestion where to start?

Week 7th Oct - 13th Oct
...in random



1. Complete manuscripts of 3 scientific papers out of the thesis to be published
Each will take at least 2 week to complete from scratch, mind you :| Only consolation each paper is about 50-70% completed.


2. Read a pile of published papers to strengthen my knowledge on the future project
What project, you may ask.. it's kinda P&C at the moment.. will announce it when the time is right.


3. Complete analysis of the collected data for three researchers
Each analysis will be at least 200 pages from scratch.


4. Blogging and blog-hopping
I will go mad if I drop this from my schedule. Blog updates - 3 times/week & blog-hopping - twice/week.


5. Complete a long over-due project report
This is for a friend. I know he will understand if I decide to submit it later but gosh, it's overdue for (err) weeks now! Feeling really guilty.


6. Curtain railing
The curtain railing in my living room going to fell on someone's head ANYTIME!! I got to buy new ones and that should be done SOON!!!


7. Organize my files
It may not sound like a big task, but with piles of papers on my desks, bags, files, book shelf etc, I have to organize them before a fat rodent starts a family in it!


8. Read on pets
My Labrador, Bobby is 4 months old now and she is growing at a lightening speed. Time to start training and teaching her tricks. Need to slog on some books on training guard dogs before she grows too big.


Oh dear.. what a week it's gonna be?

I did semen analysis before :P. Please believe me when I say so. It was my industrial training and I was placed in one of the leading pathological laboratory here. There will be a rotation and the trainees were required to be placed in each department for about 7 - 10 days whether you like it or not. That's when I learnt to analyse blood, urine, stool (yucks!) and semen! :)))))

I was 21 and I never seen seminal fluid ever prior to that. Hehehehe.. not at I am seeing it everyday now. It was initially freaky and I was a bit 'shy'. It was an analysis for male infertility. We got to record the colour, liquidity, sperm motility and sperm count. As semen has to be analysed within 2 hours upon collection, the clients usually drop by the lab and 'provide' their samples then and there. Hell no! We are not allowed to collect the sample from the clients, mind you ;) Our work strictly confined to the lab.

I remember wearing double gloves - just to make sure NONE of the semen touched my hands or fingers. I couldn't imagine eating my lunch with my hands if I ever got into close contact with that sticky thing! :S God bless the glove-makers! One thing I enjoyed doing there will be watching the sperms moving. Or was it racing? Hehehehehe!

Humour apart, I realised one thing - there are few men out there understood there is such thing as male infertility. When a couple is not blessed with a child, the first thing one would say - "send the wife for a medical check up". What's wrong in sending the husband for a check up? The facts say that in any case of a couple being childless, 40% of the infertility is related to men and 20% of the cases is incurable. And here we got men marrying for second or even third time citing that his wife is 'infertile'.

Probably they don't want their ego to be shattered. That's one. What could be other reasons for some men to ignore the fact they need professional help here?

I look like an evil Japanese doll.
Grrr!!!!

I just got my studio photos taken for my graduation today. Can't help but to notice how different I look. Do I look fake? May be.

I have uploaded the rest of the photos in My Flickr for you guys to have a good laugh! :|


Although I enjoy going through others' studio photographs - usually looking into the fine details of the 'art', I must admit it is a painful procedure when it comes to my session:

"Look up a bit";
"Head down..head down!";
"Turn left please";
"I mean your body turn to left, head looks straight";
"Smile pleaseeeeeeee";
"Show your teeth a bit";
"A bit only can huh?"

May be it sounds familiar to you too. Have you ever took any studio photographs? (No, passport-sized photos doesn't count! :P). What is your studio experience?

Almost the entire world now knows that I have graduated. Good. Few people realised (and remembered) its my birthday yesterday. Not so bad either. But I bet everyone think ammu must be in cloud nine right now, enjoying her Merdeka holiday which triples as her birthday & convocation break. Wrong.


Anyone who could read my mind and may be those who knows my heart should have realised something is not right when this post on selfishness came up last week. To many, it was nothing but an one-line question, but those who truly loves me will know that is not just any one-line question. I don't know if anyone realised that - literally meaning 'i don't know if anyone loves me that much' to know something is not quite right.


A crossroad. A limbo. A dilemma. A w-h-a-t-e-v-e-r. People have different names for what I am feeling right now, but I don't have one. I am not so sure what this whole uncertainty means or if the linguistic experts have a word for it. Or may be you can tell me what is the right word for this mess I'm in right now.


I have always put the others - my so-called the loved ones before me. And these 'loved-ones' I am talking about are not my family members (although they take precedence to anything else in the world). These 'loved-ones' are friends and those who has a very special bond with me. I have never ever asked for THEIR time to be specially dedicated to me, THEIR day to be sacrificed for my sake, THEIR relationship to be compromised to make me happy - although I did that for THEM, knowingly or unknowingly. I never asked for anything materialistic in return and I was (and I am) proud of that fact. "The hand that gives is better than the hand that takes. " Thats how the saying goes, but I have reached the point where I am not sure if I am able to give anymore without taking anything for myself. I am a normal human being after all. A lonely human being.


Now I am asking myself - "I have endured enough. Why should I still be giving? Why shouldn't I become a selfish person as well? What's wrong in it? I want to survive too."

"no never wish for that Ammu...cos you are YOU..and they are THEM. That's what differentiates a good person from a bad one."

- Keshi on my post on selfishness.

You know Keshi, I am tired of being 'the good' one here. I am tired of putting a smile across of my wide face, grinning while I am hurting inside. I am tired of being taken for granted. I am tired of being used at will. I am tired of many things, Keshi. I just can't go on like this ANY longer. I feel like there is some kind of parasite trying to consume my body and worst, my soul bit by bit. I ain't Mother Theresa to everyone, but I am not a whore either.

"You can wish to be..but once you are you will not like yourself"

-Seal in Astral on the same post

I understood your concern, but what makes you think that I love myself being bullied right now? Or may be you didn't know what is happening here, which is obviously not your fault.


So now, taking is bad and I can't carry on by giving everything to everyone any longer. What would I do? May be I should stop giving and never takes anything either? May be I should sue them? :)

I have completed my master. So what's next? Obviously I want to further my studies. Plus I have find a career for me as well. I am 27, not 20 any more and that fact freaks the hell of out me. I have nothing when that shouldn't be the case. With everything - my time, my passion and most of my precious life given out to people who doesn't seem to value it, how am I going to pick up the pieces and start it all over again?

IPOH: A man was ordered by the High Court here to pay at least RM70,000 for breaking a promise to marry a woman.

Justice Mohd Azman Husin ruled that legal clerk S. Nagamah, 38, had proven a claim against legal office administrator R. Punnosamy, 41.

The decision was made in chambers yesterday.

Justice Mohd Azam said he found Nagamah’s testimony to be more convincing than Punnosamy’s and ordered him to pay RM50,000 for breaching his promise to marry her.

He also ordered Punnosamy to pay RM20,000 for Nagamah’s mental anguish and loss of reputation, name and honour, as well as costs.

Another RM2,000 was awarded to Nagamah as compensation for assault when Punnosamy slapped her in 2002 after she had supposedly threatened his fiancée at a tuition centre in Teluk Intan.

Read the rest of the news HERE.


A case of a man breaking his promise to marry a woman is a rather very subjective matter. Mere monetary compensation will definitely not going to undone what he has done to her, but remember for some men out there, money means a lot to them. Taking a portion of their wealth surely gonna hurt their ego (plus with the fact that their names have been published in leading daily!). Nagamah might never get back what she has lost, but she has set a precedence to women in Malaysia.

Guys... Dare to cheat another gal again???


*Glad to be back on my usual mode of blogging! :P

Yesterday morning, my home was attacked by armed robbers. Yes, my HOME. Ladies (which includes me) and children were at home that time. I was very much traumatized by what happened, and couldn't bring myself to put up a post on it yesterday itself. Let me narrate the incident now, just like my statement to the police.

About 9.30am (may be a little earlier), 3 armed men around 20-23 yrs old entered my home. One of the guys put the parang* to my bro's neck and made him to sit down at the sofa. He also guarded the front door. All windows and doors were then locked. There was a fourth guy in the car waiting.The second guy went to mom, grabbed her neck n put parang on her neck. He asked everyone to shut up but everyone kept on shouting. He hit my mom's head n punch her face. mom felt down and started to bleed. I shouted and told him to take whetever he want but not to hurt anyone. But the idiot didn't understand what I was saying and hit my head with parang's back too. I got disoriented and almost fainted, but somehow stayed strong. He grabbed mom's chains, thali, bangles, wedding ring. Same with grandma and aunty. Then he asked us to take off our earrings. The third fella asked for handphones and purses. i said i don't have a handphone (don't know how he bought that!). He took bro's new Nokia. Then he made me to bring him to the my room to get my purse. I manage to hide my ATMs and phone, and gave him about RM50 that was in my purse. He wanted to take away my precious lappy but it was all connected n wires all over the place. Its old lappy and by that time, ppl started to gather outside my house. They panicked and ran away with the waiting car outside the house. The whole robbery thingy took less than 10 mins. The police arrived about 2, 3 minutes after neighbour made the phone call. Till now, those bastards still roaming free on the street.


I still can feel the pain on my head. Damn! But in a way, I'm grateful to God - we are still well & alive. IF the idiot hit mom or me with the sharp point of the parang instead of the holder, we won't be around right now to narrate the story.

It's a dangerous world out there, and everyone regardless their place of residence, country of origin, age and gender should and MUST always becareful of their surrounding. Never, ever take anything for granted, including our own life. Till yesterday I never feared for my life, but the fear I felt yesterday cannot be described in words. So my friends, please becareful all the time and remind that to everyone you guys know.



Although my boss has advised me to rest at home, I don't think sitting here doing nothing will bring me any good. I will be going to outstation on Monday and will be back on Friday. Will try to blog from there. I will miss you guys and thanks to everyone who rang and wished me well. God bless everyone.



And DannyFoo has highlight my post on dating vs sexual services in his bloggie. Got a serious discussion over there, do take part. Will check that out once I come back!




*parang - Malaysian equivalent of the machete
**pardon me for grammatical error in this post, which was typed in hurry :)

I have just read and published Diya's comment on my previous post:

diyadear said...

tulip,
u haven't been speaking much lately :D

6:40 AM, August 05, 2007

Well... what she said has some truth in it. Or should I say, that's the truth? :) Been really busy travelling for the past 3 weeks and those places I went had bad or no Internet coverage. It was a different world out there and I don't know if its a blessing in disguise that I get to experience it right now. It was a work-related field trip, where I conducted a research among rural folk. Can't reveal more than that, but it taught me lot more than just research. Especially my last trip to oil palm estates around Kuala Selangor and Klang area, kinda rekindle alot of memories. This requires a post on its own :)

The time I went away was a more or less a test period for me. I have heard my friends complaining that blogs are nothing more than just html codes; people here are fakes and what so not. They claimed that no one gonna bother me once I stop publishing post/updating tulipspeaks, and this blog will just die off with no one wants to know what actually happened to me. While I can't refute their claims 100%, but I know there are people out there who care about me and what I write here. Despite my no show in others' blogs, I still get commentators and respectable number of hits in tulipspeaks. Better still, I am still earning some bucks via the adverts here :P. Although I feel its not fair for me to continue expecting visitors when I am not visiting their space, its kinda sweet to know that there are people who missing me when I'm away even for a short period. I feel loved. Thank you to all!

Sharing some photos I took during my field trip.



And a wallpaper I did :P

It was different :)

First we were greeted with tonnes of rambutans everywhere! On the first day of our arrival, we got excited. On the second day, we were (well) still excited. Then, we started to be 'fed' rambutans in every house we paid a visit. On the sixth day, we got fed-up even at the sight of the fruit!

We stayed in a decent place this time. Thanks to my previous bad experience with hotels, I am more careful in selecting a place for our six days stay. Below is the pic of my room :P Nice huh?



My room was a stark contrast from the rural households we visited during the work trip. Below is one of such house. A typical Malay house with poor lighting and air-conditioning. There will be couple more photos in my flickr. Check that out too.


Besides doing work (which I am suppose to do), I learnt alot about the other side of Malaysia. Born and bred in Kuala Lumpur, I didn't even know the existance of a place called Trolak until I was told to pack my things and stay there for a week. Next stop will be Kuala Selangor, and I will visiting couple of oil palm estates there. It will take me probably another 10 days to put up the next post.

I wish I could write down how much I miss everyone, but I couldn't. Till my next post, a huge hug from me!

*kampung = village

I will be off to Trolak** tomorrow morning *sigh! That means another 5 days (maybe) without Internet. Literally meaning I won't be able to blog for the next 5 days. I will be back on 24th July, only to leave again elsewhere on 26th. Then I will be away for good 10 days! I will try my level best to update tulipspeaks whenever possible. No promises though.

Another news I would like to share with all will be my sister's enrolment in the university. She has been offered a scholarship to pursue Pharmacy in International Medical University (IMU). I just send her off yesterday. A little sad to see her leaving home, but I know she will be back soon :). Guess both of us will be contributing a lot to our telcos for the next 4 years! And hopefully she will resume blogging *Amen! ;)

I am so sorry leaving without visiting any one's blog. Its almost midnight and I have just finished packing. Too tired to type anything more :( Just a freaking wallpaper which I did in haste for everyone:

**Trolak is a small estate town in Perak, Malaysia.