Deja Vu…
Tuesday, April 8th, 2008Dear Blog, before I go any further, I’ve to tell ‘you’ somethin’. I know I haven’t been a great blogger to ‘you’, and that I haven’t visited ‘you’ to write in ‘you’ in months. My sincere apologies to you, my beloved ‘blog’. I can assure you that I haven’t been "Cheating on you" by blogging elsewhere ; I swear.
My one and only explanation is that , I ‘ve just had a massively long writers’ block and everytime I thought ’bout comin’ over to visit ‘you’, somethin’ came up, and I just neva got around to doin’ it. Anywayz, I trust that our bond is still as good as gold, and that you’re goin’ to "Forgive" me for not havin’ written in you for awhile, ‘coz guess what? Here I am now, today, right now, and that’s what matters most, right??? *winks*
A’ight ; enough of communicating with inaminate objects. Back to the real thing. Hello,friends! Yes, it’s been months. Yes, i DID suffer frm a severe mental block. Sometimes, you go thru’ months and months, floating around like a log in a river. Sometimes, so much happens in life, and yet when you think of blogging ’bout it, you wonder, " is this really worth bloggin’ ’bout ? " , or " shld i be writing stuff like that on Friendster" ? ? Finally, that blog-mood must’ve creept in today, ‘coz right now, I’m all geared up to write like I’ve neva written before. Blog like there’s no tomorrow. Woahhhh, that burst of enthusiasm and excitement, just ‘coz I haven’t come ‘ere to blog in such a long time. It’s like a kid that gets all cheerful and perky when he walks into a candy-store that he hasn’t been to in ages. He wants to go in there and get Daddy and Mommy to buy all the candies in the store ; then, he realizes his plans of eating all that candy needs to come to a halt ‘coz Mommy and Daddy wld gently warn him that if he did end up eating all the candies in the store, he’d end up with nasty tooth-caries and perhaps wear dentures at 15yrs of age, whilst still schooling,’coz all his teeth would’ve dropped off frm all that candy-eating when he was a kid.
**Takes a deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath**
I digress. maybe it’s ‘coz i haven’t written in such a long time ; so now, there are hundreds of thoughts in my mind , and my fingers wanna try and put all those thoughts in the mind down into this blog. Not possible. Or, I could keep writing, and writing, and writing away ! Besides, in view of the time constraint, I shld get started with what it is that brought me back to this Blogging World.
Deja Vu. . . is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced
a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has
already happened or has repeated itself) according to Wikipedia. We’ve all had it at some point in life, haven’t we?Lately, that has been happenin’ A LOT to me. And, it’s beginning to freak me out. Yesterday, it happened twice! See, I was heading to the Clinic to work (Locum 
, and as I was parking, there was a li’l thought in my head, " What if today isn’t ur turn at the clinic? What if u’re goin’ to end up goin’ back home shortly?". . I brushed that thought off my mind thinkin’, " ha ha ; impossible. it’s definitely my turn this evening, and i’m goin’ to be at tht clinic, so this evening’s goin’ to be worthwhile". Off I went to the clinic, and then, the recept
ionist tells me, " Ummm, Doc, doesn’t ur schedule begin NEXT week? i’m afraid u’ve come in a week early ;and we already have someone for this evening" . That was odd.Turns out that the girl that called me up last week got the dates mixed up and hence, I got the msg that I had to come in yesterday- whilst my schedule only begins nxt Tuesday. So, I ended up loitering around tha
t area, just ‘coz i had taken great pains and trouble to get a decent parkin’ lot ; and well, thanks to shops shops shops, ended up splurging on some impulsive purchases ; ah Retail Therapy works wonders.
Moving on, we had some visitors at home, later in the evening. I had to take some glasses out frm the kitchen cabinet to prepare drinks for ‘em. Decided to use my favourite glass set which I brought all the way back to KL frm Edinburgh ; it holds sentimental values for me, just ‘coz I used those glasses whilst studyin’ Medicine in Scotland. Whilst holding a glass, I had this ‘mental pic’ , somewhat like a vision, of me holding a BROKEN glass.
And I thought to myself, " a’ight ai’ght, I’m NOT goin’ to break this glass, so that is NOT goin’ to happen. I’m goin’ to be really really careful with that glass" . I was all cautious, especially with that visionary-premonition. Within the next 5 minutes, whilst washing the glass at the sink, with all that soap, the glass slipped frm my palm, and just one ‘knock’ on the granite board over the sink, and it cracked; into 6-7 pieces. The glass was broken, and it was almost IDENTICAL to that ‘premonition pic ‘ that I had in mind just five minutes prior to that ! Maybe I’m over-reacting. Perhaps these occurences were nothin’ more than mere coincidences. Nevertheless, it certainly freaked me out and it definitely gave me a ‘reason’ to come back to this blog to write ’bout it! 
Apart from that, this week’s goin’ to be quite a hectic one ‘coz of last-minute preparations for late father-in-law’s 1mth Memorial Service. I think I’m still in denial over his death. I can’t believe it’s been close to 1mth since he passed away.We shared an amazing bond. He wasn’t just a father-in-law. He was more of a buddy to me.Just few months ago, he (late father-in-law) and I wld be chit-chatting away, exchanging compliments on either his stylish shoe, or colorful tie, or nice tailor-made shirt, or fashionable watch ; whilst he’d compliment me on the brocade of the pretty saree’s, or jewelleries,etc. And now, he’s gone. I did contemplate on writing a whole blog on him, just as how I did for my beloved Granma. Perhaps I need more time to fully grasp the fact that he’s not around anymore and is in Heaven. In the meantime, I pray and hope that this Memorial Service (Apr 12th) goes on really really well and smoothly; we’ve paid quite meticulous attention to the service : Memorial Service Invitation cards, Professional Photographer, Florist, Newspaper Announcement, Order of Service for the church,etc. Perhaps I’ll come back and blog ’bout the Memorial Service.
Oh gosh, time’s runnin’ and I can’t go on and on and on , besides , I presume it gets quite boring to read ’bout someone rambling away ’bout hundreds of li’l issues in their head after awhile, doesn’t it ? ? ? ? So ‘Blog’ . . . I’m glad that you’ve "accepted me back in ur life" and I promise that I shall be a really good ‘blogger’ and that I’d write in you more often than I have done over the last couple of months. Love ya to bits, ‘Blog’. *mmwah