I am a Movie freak...

Hello everyone, sometimes movies are created based on real life stories or events taken place. Movies make us laugh, cry, hatred after watching them. As for me, I have watched many movies as I am a movie mania. I often hit the cinema to watch any movies being released on the very first day itself and I hate if others watch them first and telling me the story. So annoying.(sigh) It’s not being selfish or what, it’s just the pleasure that we get being the first to watch the movie. I love watching movies from various languages like, Tamil, Hindi, Korean, Chinese, Malay movies but I have a craze on watching English movies. You can see me in the nearest cinema lining up to get the tickets on the very first day it was release.(hihi) I can wait in long queues just to get the glimpse of what the movie is all about. However, after having my son, things were difficult as I can’t be dragging my son to the cinema but somehow I will get the pirated version later (which I know it is forbidden to do, but can’t help it).

One of the best movies I’ve watched was the Exorcist. I love horror movies. I remembered watching in the CD, as those days watching movie in the cinema was a bit difficult. My father did not have a car so going out was a hassle to us. The movie was done back in the 70’s but I was taken back with the creativity of the director for making the movie so real. The main character was a 12 year old girl going through exorcism in the house which was acted by Linda Blair who is now in her midst 40’s. At a very young age, I would say her acting was superb. To act in such way, a person needs guts and she done it flawlessly. I was amazed on how she managed to do her character well at 12. The movie was spooky and really scary. I remembered watching it and afraid of going to the loo for few days. My brother had to accompany me when I needed to do my nature calls.(Haahah).

Until today, I can remember every bit of the movie and trust me people it is really first class movie. No words to describe the movie. It was the best horror movie in the century. They had Exorcist part 2 later on which was not as scary as the first. The Exorcist was good and after watching that movie I realized that exorcism exists. It depicts on how people do worship to Satan which is a creepy thing to think about. It also shows how we must believe in God in everything that we do as only God that Satan fears off and only HE can solve the problem. I even bought a copy of the movie as I find the plot of the movie was different compared to other ghost movies. I remember watching other horror movies like Evil Dead, I know what you did last summer but nothing can beat this movie.

Linda Blair’s face still gives me the chill. I still have goose bumps thinking about the movie. It was so frightening seeing how her body floated on the air and the masculine voice she had. The best part was her head spinned to the back. It was impeccable. She was cursing throughout the movie which made me shock as a 12 year old girl daringly saying those words. After all, it ‘s just a movie. Really scary!!!! The movie even won many awards and I think the movie deserves it. So to those who have not watched it, try watching it. I can tell you, it is not easy to forget the face with scars and the gothic eyes.. seriously. Really fabulous, marvelous, awe inspiring, spectacular movie , I should say..

Wish I could disappear....

Hello dearies, it’s going to be super hot story this week.. I have tried many times to erase this incident unfortunately it is still vivid in my mind. How can people forget their most embarrassing moment in their lives? Well, I have encountered many humiliating moments in my life but this particular one will stay forever, I guess. I have just revealed this to my husband and until today he is still laughing thinking about it. (sigh) Since I was small, I have gone through a lot of humiliation that no one bears to face. Somehow I managed to rise and react as normal human being after being critised in publics for being fat..the most humiliation I have got till this very day( and I am not doing anything about it..sigh), embarrassed by friends and teachers for being stuttering for whole life. But somehow this particular incident has changed me into a person who hates being around public especially BOYS…for a very long time. I can say that this incident has also made me hated boys for a long period of time.

          My mother thought I have got over it but to tell the truth..It did not.. I felt my dignity was ripped off.. People…please do not have wrong perception on this statement. Some may find it humorous but for me it was the day I lost myself actually. It was in 1996.( sounds like a century ago) I was in Form Three and was going to sit for PMR examination. I have enrolled myself for Accounts tuition since I was quite weak in the subject. I hated that subject so much. I had no interest in Science stream so I enrolled myself in Arts Stream which was discouraged by my teachers and brothers. Due to my lack of the art of wise decision making, I had dumped myself in a tough situation where nothing I learnt in class entered my brain especially Accounts. My teacher advised me on taking extra tuition class as my result was really a disaster On this particular day, I was late as I had the habit of taking naps in the afternoon. The class started at 4.00 in the evening, so I took a short nap which turned out to be a long sleep. I got up at quarter past 4 and I was rushing to the tuition centre like a mad person. When I reached there, I realized that the class has started and everyone’s eyes were settled on me. I felt really embarrassed as my face was very obvious that I had just got up from bed. Everyone had the cynical smile on me but however the boys burst out laughing and I was wondering what was so funny until they had to laugh in that way. I quickly settled down at the back of the class and was concentrating on the lesson. However, the boys kept on giggling and smiling looking at me. I was furious and gave a stare at them but they kept on giggling. It made me angry and I had to warn them to keep quiet as I felt really uncomfortable with their reactions.

Throughout the lesson, I felt awkward as I felt eyes were staring at me. It made felt remorseful throughout the day. Once the lesson was over, the boys were teasing me and calling me names which I do not wish to say. Very absurd and vulgar anyway and I was horrified to hear those words. I waited for those indecent boys to leave but somehow there was this one good looking Punjabi boy waited for them to leave and sat back. Only a friend of mine, the boy and myself were in the class. Out of bloom, the boy just said..Helo Miss… Baju awak koyak lah..( Hello miss, your shirt is torn.) At the moment I felt goose bumps all over me and I felt blood rushing to my face and my face turned red. 

my exact reaction at that time

He was a gentleman as once he told me that, he quickly left the class so that I could do something with my T-shirt. I was wearing a worn out T-shirt and I didn’t realize it was torn from the armpit until the waist length. I was sweating and felt so embarrassed as I had never gone through this humiliation and being told by the most hottest guy in the class made it worst(sigh). I refused to get out from the class but was persuaded by my friends to leave as the boys have left the tuition centre earlier. I waited an hour and rode my bicycle as fast as I can to reach home. I cried all the way and when I reached, I told my mother about the incident. As usual, they had a good laugh too. I sulked and stayed in the room and was recalling the incident and examining how big the hole was and was experimenting the incident from different angles whether the boys have seen my body parts that no girls want to show. To make things worst, I had worn an inner which is bright in colour and then I realized they were actually mentioning the colour that I have worn. I felt like hitting my head on the wall. I felt like going to other planet just to hide myself. But, I guessed it was too late.

 I stopped going for tuition after that as I couldn’t bear to face the mean boys. I hated going to school by bus as some of the boys go to school together with me in the same bus. I had persuaded my brother to pick me up every day and I had to bribe him every single day to pick me up.

Later, things were cooled down but I was still tormented by the incident. I hated talking to the boys as I felt very uncomfortable talking while looking at their faces. Until today, I still feel embarrassed thinking about the incident and always wanted to change my identity and my face(haha). Coincidence, I met the Punjabi guy the last time I went back home, in a supermarket, he gave me a big grin. I smiled and wondered what was the big grin for?????(sigh).

My Little School Story

Everyone enjoys their school life. As for me I didn't enjoy much. I encountered bitter moments compared to sweet ones. As I’ve told in my previous blog entry, I had stuttering problem and it was real bad. Teachers and friends were mean to me most of the time but I managed to pull through all those difficult moments and be someone now and not someone who I was in school. I was timid and reserved person during my schooling. I was very much isolated and I had few friends during my primary school. Only later when, stuttering went away, I began to talk more and had a circle of good friends during my teenage life. My friends were more understanding and kind during my secondary school. I hate to recall all my bad moments during my childhood especially in school. I try to forget my past and moved on actually. But somehow, there were some moments that I could not forget during my primary school. It was the canteen day..

school badge....i just adore it till today

            Most primary schools nowadays do not organize canteen day and I felt such a waste. They have “Hari usahawan” instead which is so different compared to those days canteen days. During my primary schooling, Canteen Day was held in the month of June. However, the preparation for the day was done months before. We will be eager waiting for the day to come. Concentration will not be in lesson. We will always talk about the preparation in the class. Our class teacher will ask all of us to bring the food to sell during the day. I can remember I’m always in charged for the chicken rice. I will only bring the rice and some of my friends will bring the other dishes for the chicken rice. I remembered how my mother and I will get up as early as 4.00 a.m to prepare the rice. I was so grateful to mum as she did not even grumble once doing those works for me. She did it for my happiness. She always wanted me to enjoy my school days. My teacher had to come to my house to pick the big pot of rice as my father did not own a car. I felt so special as my class teacher will come to my house and I seriously felt privileged and would brag to my friends about it. It was a big thing for me(sigh).

the building looks new even though its more than a century

             On canteen day, we will be up early and went to school very early too. We had to set up our stalls and we had to write the price tag for each food. Our “trademark” food for our class was always the chicken rice and by 10.00 o’clock, the food will be sold out. It was so delicious and mouth watering. Sometimes, we don’t even get the chance to taste our food. We will be selling cakes, ice cream, laksa and others during that day. The purchase will be done in coupons and not money. We had to buy coupon, days before the canteen day as they will sell the coupon at a different price on Canteen Day. Mother will give RM 5 to purchase my coupons. RM 5 was a huge amount for us 25 years ago. Not only that, the class that gets the most coupon will be the winner and we will receive a gift for that and usually it will be in cash. I remembered one of the classes where the class teacher Pn. Siti Zubaidah, a pretty and princess look like teacher who always have competitions and the gifts were Barbie dolls. We will spend so much to win in the competition and who wouldn't want a BARBIE DOLL!!!!!!!!! Her class was the winner every year and it was because of us who spent our fortune to get the prize. hahahah!!!! It was fun, she even had a toy flower which dances when we speak. It was amazing. We will buy tickets over and over again just to get a chance to talk to the disco flower. haha!!! It was fun. I had the most exciting moment during my school canteen day. The canteen was open to outsiders and as we were in Convent girl’s school, and invitation to the boys’ school was heaven for some girls and not for me. I hated boys very much. I thought they were a nuisance. My friends will go gaga over these boys as they felt excited to see them. My friends will get to meet their admires during that time and love blossomed during the canteen day(sigh). I was introvert so i didn't know and had no intention  to know anyone. The atmosphere during the canteen day was so lively and we will feel sad when the day was over. That day, we can see the entrepreneurship in us. I love to do business during my canteen day.

those days....

            Until today, I cherished those moments during my primary school. Sad to say that, I feel my students do not enjoy as much as my friends and I enjoyed during our school time. Time flies and the activities and environment changed. I hope that my students will encounter better moments compared to mine as school memories last forever in us.

I ADORE YOU... MY HERO....

I will always look up to someone when I needed inspiration. People, most of the time will relate their idols to the special person in life. Parents, siblings, relatives, teachers and friends are usually their idols. No doubt, my parents are my idol but for me they are next to GOD. I am always grateful for having me here in this world. Without them, I am nobody. Idol, in my interpretation, is someone that we look up to as inspiration and what we want to be. This person has made tremendous impact to me and this particular person has me made change into a better person especially to my parents, friends, spouse and most importantly to other human beings around.

This man is one of the most respected and revered actor. He is none other than Kamal Hassan. Even though he is an Indian actor, during my schooldays, most of my non Indians friends used to adore him as he is not only talented, he is also blessed with good looks and charm He has an avid interest in every aspect of filmmaking and is known for his work as a choreographer, director, and writer, as well. He is also a prolific writer. I have read some of his writings and I should say it is a golden masterpiece. I love his all his writings because he writes out from his heart and it is pure. Most importantly, his English is so fantastic. I have now words his usage Of English as all his works has revamped all his fans including me into social work and charity. Furthermore, the best part he even a had campaign on “Cleaning India” and many of his fans and Indian citizens who are not his fans as well set their feet into this campaign in cleaning the most filthiest slum areas in India. He did manage to change the citizen’s mindset which is really mind blowing to me. His opinions during interview were always socially relevant. For me , he is not a great actor but also a great philantrophist.

He is very much talented in singing and dancing. He not acts but also choreographs most of his dance movements by himself. I even started to enjoy classical dance after watching his movie “Salangai Oli” which a blockbuster hits and also received many prestigious awards. The most amazing thing is he can speak 14 languages. He took the effort to learn all the languages for his knowledge which really impressed. He has received many National Awards and the highest award the recent award is “Padmasree” which is like Oscars in Hollywood.

Even though, his personal life is not to the expectation, but it doesn’t matter me at all. Well, whose lives are perfect anyway???? He is a walking encyclopedia to the Indians. He is mogul in the entertainment business and others. I have always look up on him since I was 5 years old. It has been 29 years loving every single act or saying he did which inspires me to do something. Since I became a freak fan of him, my entire family and friends also have encouraged me to admire him by buying any posters, books or movies done by him. The best part is , when I was pregnant, I used to stare at his photo so that my sons will look like him and my son resembles him a little.( Thank God my husband is ok with this, as he is also a fan of him). My one and only wish is to get a golden chance to meet him personally and have a picture with him. My only idol and I feel no one can replace his talent. A great man indeed!!!!

my son and little Kamal... I love doing this...he got his ears..hihihi

A YET TO ACHIEVE DREAM.....

Hello everyone, well today's blog is interesting as I've kept this "secret" for quite some time. I'm going to reveal it and I hope I would not be teased by my fellow mates about this.. Just a few weeks ago, my fellow mates and I planned to go for a P Ramlee exhibition in Kuala Lumpur. Unfortunately the plan was cancelled. This exhibition will be attended by many celebrities and they even have  a singing competition as well. I was fooling around with my friends saying that I want to take part in the singing competition and many thought it was a joke. It was a joke!!! I just don't have the guts to be singing in front of hundreds of people but none of my fellow mates know that the truth is my dream was to be  a SINGER...I know many of you will be laughing out load reading my revelation. Even I still laugh at myself until today that once upon a time I always wanted to be a singer and a dancer.

dancing competition.. won third placing..back in 1994

I love to sing. I started off first being a bathroom singer when my parents found out that I could actually sing and made me participated in many stage shows since I was little. I was very active in school singing class.I was even the choir leader in my primary school.Singing was my passion and same goes to dancing. I always wanted to enroll myself in dance class, but lady luck was not always by my side, Each time,I wanted to enroll, the teacher will transfer to other places and even once the teacher met with a bad accident which made her quit herself and myself too(sigh)...It was a bad omen for me and my family which made me quit dancing class but I started to choreograph my own movements in stag shows while I was in school, university and even teacher's training college. .I have started singing and dancing at the age of five.

singing for a cultural show

received a prize for singing competition

 I used to sing in shows organized by the Malayalee Association in Teluk Intan. This is not because I want to be an active member or having the initiative to learn Malayalam, its all about singing and dancing.(sigh) I feel the excitement each time I was asked to perform of people..It keeps my adrenaline thing working in me.,  Even in schools, I will always get high marks for my singing test and my trademark song will be" Senyum seindah suria yang membawa cahaya"Not to brag, but it was a proud thing for me as that's the only talent that I have discovered within myself( sigh).

at the age of 13..cultural show

I inherited the talent of singing from my father. My father was a talented singer himself and my mother could dance very well.I guess I got the mixed genes in me from them. My mum used to dance when she was little and whenever we go for any parties or events held by my relatives, she will be the ice breaker and the first one to start the dance floor. It was fun seeing her with plump built figure dancing movements that most ladies will never try( hihi).My parents will always encourage me to follow my dream. They were never discouraging when I told them I wanted to be a singer.

performing  bangra...at the back with black vest is my brother..it runs in the blood..hahahah

However, I kept on dreaming of becoming a well known singer for many years. Each time, my teacher asked us to explain about ambition, I will tell them that I wanted to be a famous singer or dancer and I love to imagine myself the next Janet Jackson. My brother is a good dancer too.I will always imagine myself performing a duo with my brother. It is hilarious to think about it.My family and I used to joke about this whenever we have our gatherings. I used to be hired by my cousins to sing in weddings and birthdays..but for free.

cultural dance at the age of 16

My best friend, Punitha who pursued degree with me had always encouraged me to join singing competition or even dance competition but it never happened.. I feel I just cant pressure myself in those kind of competitions those days but I regretted until today. I should have join and revealed my talent. However, I have stopped singing and nobody really know that once upon a time I can sing..The last time I sung was on my wedding dinner  just to impress my husband and that's the only time my husband knew that I could sing.

dedicated a song for my husband..it was a surprise,,that is why he gave that look on his face...

Time flies and I have not achieved it.But somehow I found that my son could sing. Hopefully he will like singing like me too. Or perhaps achieving my dream through him. I will never force him to do so but just praying that he will step his foot into singing which the mother have not accomplished.. 

IT STILL HAUNTS ME....

2006 was the most unforgettable year for me. Not only having sweet memories with my peers but also facing the fear for months if being left alone. Traumatized with the queer moment, I started being pious and having my goddess picture to any places I go to this day. This is to curb my feelings of fear towards supernatural things that which might exist after experiencing a horrible one. It was tormenting experience as I could relate my life to all sorts of negative vibes around me at that moment. I am surely not a person who likes to whinge about this matter to anyone even to my parents as I know we are brought up in an environment where supernatural or entities do not exist. (sigh).I know if I tell them, they will mock me and things would get worst. It stirred a pandemonium in my life for quite some time, To think about the incident, it  still gives me goosebumps whenever I recall it

I pursued my diploma in one of the teacher's training college after completing my degree in UKM. The first day I stepped my feet to Institut Perguruan Raja Melewar, I had a bad feeling about the place where I am going to spent my one year training there. I was very upset and wasn't feeling any excitement as I did not like the place at all. I brushed off my feelings and encouraged myself that this will only be a year and time will fly fast. Later, we were brought to our hostel and to my surprise it turned out to be extremely spooky that I imagined even from the outside of the building itself. The building was so old and worn out paint here and there.It was an ugly sight.  Even though it's clean, but I just felt I'm out of the place. After unpacking my things and saying goodbye to my family with a heavy heart,I took a closer look at my room. The room had two beds and two wooden tables which looked very much like an environment during the 60's( sigh). I am a person who loves to sit beside the windows as I love watching scenery and greenery. I was  so excited to see the windows. As I was opening them, I was startled to see that I was actually not looking at any beautiful sight but only tombs.. I just realized it was a cemetery. My body trembled to see that old tombs on the land and I remembered running to see the warden to beg on changing to other rooms. Unfortunately, the warden kindly told me that the rooms were fully occupied and I had to wait for 6 months if I need to move to other rooms. I gave up and try to adapt the situation.

Few months went along, nothing much happened and I was glad that nothing occured. I had a roommate who was my classmate as well. Throughout the 4 months , I dare not to open the windows at all.Basically, I was living in darkness and lack of fresh air.But  it did not bother me  and My room mate at all as I feel secured if the windows were closed most of the time. My roommate was sailing the same boat like me. She was as coward as I am so she agreed on the idea of closing the windows all the time even though our room was feeling stuffy at times.

Until one day, the most terrifying and intricated moment took place in May, 2006. It was our sports day and we were really feeling exhausted as we participated in the marathon. I staggered at the field itself because of the burning heat. After the completion of the marathon, we headed back to our room. My room mate went back home as it was the weekend. During the weekends, I will return to my brother's place in Puchong as I do not have the guts to stay alone in that room. Unfortunately, I could not go back that particular weekend as my brother was away to the States for a week. So I had to stay back and it was a stomach wrenching moment for me as it was my first time staying alone in that room. Most of the students headed back home but I stayed off. I was too exhausted and fell asleep. Suddenly, I was awakened by someone who called my full name. Maybe it is meant nothing but this is shocking as none of my friends calls me by my full name. They always refer me as "vila" and this woman's voice calling me with my full name." Viiiiillaaashhhhiiiiinniiiii......"" It was so soft but it was  very clear. I was taken back by the voice as I could not recognize the voice and dare not to open the door. But it repeated. I asked" Who is that?". It was a pin drop silence. I opened the door slowly and to my astonishment, no one was there. Making the matter even worst, the whole block was empty as everyone has returned to their hometown.

My body was trembling and sweat started to cover my body. I quickly grabbed my pillow and ran towards to my other coursemate's room. I knocked the door as if someone was chasing me. It was sharp 12.20 midnight. My friend was as shock as I was when she saw my face turned pale. She asked me what had happened and I told her my experience. She started to recite prayers as she was a pious Muslim and we prayed in our own ways. That night, she prepared a small matress for me to sleep. I was so grateful to her as I feel safe by her arms. I laid myself and went to sleep and I covered myself with a blanket because I felt blanket could cover me and I feel secured.

I was sleeping soundly, I was awakened with a voice grunting. First, I thought it was a wild animal outside the room but when I opened my eyes, I just cant believe what I saw. I saw a trot standing over the door trying to pull my blanket away. I was speechless. I felt my heart stopped for a moment. Numbness took over my whole body. It was grunting heavily and the sound became louder and louder. I could only shout but it was unheard. I was crying as I could not do anything but to watch that hideous look of that figure. I shouted out from the lungs but nothing came out from my mouth. I was freezed for a moment. As I turned I could only see my friend sleeping soundly. That moment, I remembered to recite a mantra that my mother taught me when I was little. As I was reciting it, the horrific figure was screeching and the voice was unbearable. It was as if pleading me to stop reciting the mantra. I ignored the sound and kept on reciting it. Suddenly, a pungent smell covered the whole room. The smell was unbearable, a carcass smell I should say. In a split second the trot disappeared. I felt my body was light and quickly woke my friend. She was stunned to see me as I looked pale and terrified. She asked me what happened and I told her from the beginning. Surprisingly, she did not give any reaction and sighed away.I was puzzled to see her reacting that way and didnt elaborate more and both of us went to sleep after a tiresome night.

The next morning , I woke up and was curious to ask her why she had reacted that way. She later confronted that this was happening every single night from the day she stayed in the room. I was shocked. No wonder she was keeping her Quran when she sleeps and all the religious books around her. She also added that this has been haunting her for  a long time and nothing could be done to stop it and she cant shift to other room as all the rooms were ocuupied. I was in self denial. I just couldnt believe how tormenting it would be to have that entity to haunt you all nights.It was intimidating to find my friend going through this fearful moment almost all nights and she was cool about it. After that, I did not face anymore incidents like that.

                                  


THE HOSTEL THAT I STAYED ( BELOW, SECOND FROM LEFT)



After the incident, I kept reminding myself to be more pious and started to be more religious. I still have not told this to anyone as I believe that there are people out there who just can't believe in all these supernatural things happening including my parents. This is my first time revealing this as I want to let know others that supernatural things do happen. Many people would demean this, but I strongly believe that spirits roam around if their soul is not freed. Until today, my friend and I would talk about it each time we meet and recalled how freaky was those moment that we went through. It was a mystery for us because until today we dont know what, who and why, it was there. I do not wish to know too(sigh)...   

A DAY OUT.....

Hi everyone...Hoping all of you are doing well.. As for me, I am having my first term school break which means "heaven" for us as we were longing to have this break after a tiresome school workloads.. No more marking, shouting, screaming, stomping and stuffs like that for one week.. I am so desperate and looking forward for this holiday.. Even though classes in UPM are as usual, I managed to squeeze my little time out going for a vacation with my family. Where???? The nearest destination I can afford to at this moment, PORT DICKSON..I booked a room equipped with a swimming pool in it as I know many will hit the swimming pool with their children during the holidays. Even though it's just one night, it meant a lot as I have not gone for any vacation for a long period of time. I felt myself being a kid and I had sleepless night before the take off.

After having an early breakfast, My husband and I together with my 3 year old son, drove to Port Dickson. It took us 2 hours to reach there as there was a quite heavy jam in Seremban toll. During the journey, I saw three accidents taking place in Seremban highway itself. It was bad involving a bus, a car and a motorcyclist. It was a kiosk so this delayed our journey to the place. Finally, we reached there before our check in time.

at the lobby

 It was already 2 and all of us were starving. We managed to get a quick lunch in the nearby restaurant. At 3, we checked in to our room. The room was enormously huge with a swimming pool built in and the room was surrounded with plants.. Its a garden concept. It was really beautiful.

in our hotel room

garden view

 I just laid myself on the spongy bed, thinking to myself, how wonderful it could be if I could own one of this(sigh).Without delaying our time, my son and I jumped into the pool as the water was crystal clear.We spent our whole day soaking ourselves in the pool. I love swimming and so does my son.

in our private pool

 We enjoyed the most. My husband was  busy looking around the place and getting some pictures of us splashing water at each other. It was such a relief getting into the pool.  I feel relaxed and soothing with the environment where no one was around us and the pool is just for us... As both of us( me and my husband) juggling our time with work and studies, both of us rarely have vacation and the last one was last year.(sigh).After dipping ourselves in the pool for a long time., our stomachs started to grumble and growl.

having wonderful time in the water

We got ready and went for the nearest seafood restaurant and to my surprise the price for the food was so cheap compared to food in Klang. We had our dinner and went for a family karaoke later that night, We sang to the top of our lungs and had a great time. We slept quite early  as we were tired due to the tiring journey and the swim.

I'm tired to pose....

The next morning, I got up early. The most wonderful part of a vacation will be the breakfast provided by the hotel. I just love the hotel breakfast. Its rare to have those kind of breakfast in normal restaurants. After refilling our stomachs, we were back to the pool again. Its just so fun swimming in your own pool without having anyone watching your flabby parts( sigh). After 3 hours of swimming, we packed and went back home at 12.

before heading home, a quick picture..

. It was the most enjoyable holiday for me even though a short one.. I guess all of you should grab a chance checking in yourself to this hotel located in Port Dickson. It is The Grand Lexis, Port Dickson, 5 kms from the town..What a day!!!!! wished it was longer..(sigh)

MEMORY THAT STAYS..

Hello and good day everyone.. Well this week will be the most interesting theme as I am going to reveal one of my most sweetest, greatest, unforgettable memory I had recount through my 34 years of living in this spectacular world. Our life is unique and special when one could experience the moment of giving birth. It is a moment where women will never forget for the rest of their lives. As for me. the most wonderful memory would be giving birth to my son, Sai Visharath Dev who is already 3 now. Wow, time flies!!!I can reassure that this experience is extremely unique and that special moment made me having closer bond to my mum as I felt the pain she has gone through when delivering us into this world.

getting ready for C section

Here is what had happened. My son was supposed to be entering this world on the 24th Of January 2012 but due to some circumstances, the doctor in JMC specialist Centre  felt that it was too early. I checked in the hospital on the 29th of January 2012 but unfortunately I did not experience any contraction at all and the doctors felt it was weird.My stomach was extremely huge and I was tired being pregnant as I was dealing with weight problems. I have gone through the uncomfortable swelling on my both legs due to weight. I  can say that my whole body was bloated and it was really devastating to look at myself in the mirror.(Sigh), 

going to the labour room

On the 30th of January, I had that icky crampy feeling and it was not easy to have a good sleep as the stomach has been big.I could recalled my days sleeping in a sitting position as I find it suffocating when i lay myself on the bed. IT was   tough during pregnancy but I enjoyed it especially feeling and seeing the movements of the stomach when my baby gets hungry.

In the hospital, they hooked me up with a belly monitor to see the continuous reading of my son's heartbeat. It was pounding really hard.When the doctor came, he checked to see if I was ready for the birth as he said the contractions had started and I had only 2 cm dilated. So, the doctor urged us to wait after two hours after giving me some shots for me to dilate as soon as possible. After 8 hours of waiting , the doctor came and checked me and it stayed 2 cm. Even though I was induced, it had not dilated. He was worried for the baby as there are chances for the baby to drown himself. I panicked but somehow a sweet nurse calmed me down and asked me to get ready for a C-section.

my son..

 Praying is the only thing I can do. The nurse gave me a robe and sent me to the labour room. The room smelled all kinds of medicine. I hated it. I was greeted by a lady doctor and she directed me to lie down on a small bed. She asked me to count numbers. I remembered stopping at the count of three as I had passed out after that. After 20 minutes later, my son was brought to the world at 4.58 p,m. I woke up after 2 hours and I felt really dizzy due to the medicine. Holding him for the first time was remarkable. I held him and he was heavy. Then I was told later by the doctor that he weighed 4.4 kg..I was overwhelmed and it was the most wonderful memory having the feeling of being the mother for the first time, The feeling  was indescribable. I cried in joy when he cried on my arms. It was so cute to see his pinkish face.

heading home after a week in the hospital

I'm not going to lie, the process of recovering from the surgery was painful,Too many do's and don'ts.
I could say that it was a blissful memory and I thank God for giving me one.

VILASUGAR"S DREAM HOLIDAY

Everyone has their own dream holiday..Its impossible for one not to have a dream holiday at all. We are not zombies.. and everyone needs a break. As Vilasugar, the dream land that I have always wanted to step my feet is none other than the land which is rich with its history and architechture.. GREECE.. Words cant describe the place.. It is the most beautiful, exoctic, magnificient, wonderful, amazing, breathtaking place that most of us dream of spending their lives.The place is surrounded with beautiful and crystal clear beaches and ancient buildings around making the Greece one of the top ten places that most people wanted to go. A country of amazing beauty, Greece is one of the most popular places in the world for people to squeeze their hectic life and fly from any parts of

the world to be here.

beautiful scenery of the Santorini island at night..

As for me, Greece has been my dream destinastion since I was ten years old. I was amazed of this place when I watched a documentary covering this country. The view of this place was so beautiful and breathtaking and it did impresse me since I was a kid.I guess this is the only country which is not polluted with filthy and suffocating contaminated air.The people there preserved their land from being contaminated and it is proven that Greece is also a country with a population people experiencing zero health hazard. I have set my mind to visit this place one day when I have enough savings.It is costly but I will make it a point to go there especially to one of the most beautiful island Santorini island. It is also known as the best island in Greece and the most romantic destinations in the world. There is a steep caldera and visitors can set their eyes on the beautiful sunset from the place which everyone dying to see that spectacular view.I am a person who loves to set my eyes on watching sunset. It is just spectacular to watch the sunset view especially from this island.

the beautiful view from the white sugarhouse

Besides , Greece is also famous for its beaches and lovely nature. I am charmed with its blue green water which I am really eager to dive in.The architecture of the buildings built in Greece is so wonderful and not forgetting the vivid villages around which is famous for its white sugar house. For me, Greece is one of the destinations  that suits all ages and tastes.The place is simply gorgeous I should say even by looking at them in pictures.I have heard from my uncles who have been there, that once you step in Greece , you don't feel like coming back. I saw the pictures that they took and they really mesmerised me and I'm longing to go and explore there myself along with my husband and my son to this trip as well.The place is just mind blowing.It is an idyllic destination for everyone who needs a break.

beautiful scenary of its beach

Eventhough, I have not been there, the picturesque view just could not  be erased from my mind.Greece has always been in my bucket list since small.Greece is just one stunning place to visit and it is always a popular tourist attraction for its great natural beauty..So Mommy just cant wait to pack her bag and fly there..I hope my wish will be fulfilled and my hoping this dream becomes a reality.. Just can't wait.....Thought of the day; Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward amd make dreams come true...quote by Emerson.Signing off now...

Mesmerizing view...

VILASUGAR'S FERRIS WHEEL..

Hello and goodday everyone.. This is my very first time experiencing on writing a blog and I'm super excited as I've always wanted to have a blog of my own but never had the initiative to do so. Eventhough it is a part of my course requirement to do this, I am going to be using this blog as part of my social communication with others for the entire of my life. I had procastinate on this for a very long time and now finally I'm out of the world of "computer illiteracy". Once again, people, everything is about effort and how you take things serious when you are really into doing something "Thought of the day by Vilasugar".

It was early morning and all the doctors were away for breakfast. 21st November 1981 marked an important date in my parents' lives.My mother was admitted in the hospital for the labour pain and it took two days for her to get me out from her belly but I was adamant to stay in my "comfort zone". While the doctors were away, and no one was around, my mum had a great sneeze and there, my head popped out saying hello to everyone but the nurses around were freaked out and trying to calm things down. With some great push from my courageous mother, I'm finally out. My entry to this world was a big unpredictable moment and that is why people around me used to relate my character as an unpredictable one too until today. (Sigh...)

          thanks to my parents.. I am here to day and I am someone today..

Born as the only girl and the youngest of three siblings, my father named me as Vilashini, a name adapted by a famous pseudonym in a Tamil magazine that my father used to read in the 80's era. I must admit that I love my name as it brings the meaning of joy in Tamil and I admit I am one. I recalled those days when I used to thank my father for giving me this name as my classmates used to tag along weird names with them.

                        7 months old Vilasugar

As I grew older, I endured bad times frequently where I was bullied by my friends for having this name. My name was translated into sugarvila as "shini" brings the meaning of "sugar" in Tamil. But frankly, it didn't bother me at all. I loved it as well and I thank god as it meant sugar and nothing else( hope you all know what I meant).

Life was good and I could cope up in studies very well.I was an above average student. I love reading from  the day I could put letters into words. I was fond of reading English storybooks. Enid Blyton was one of my favourite authors when I was a kid.I always  dream of becoming an author myself but ended up teaching which is my passion too.I always wanted to follow my father's footsteps. My father was an English teacher in a primary school and he was also incharged of the library of the school that he taught. I could recalled the sweet memories when my father used to bring brand new books of Enid Blyton back home for me to read. He had to remind that these books were only meant to be borrowed so I had to squeeze some of my time to read. I grew to love English at a very young age. Eventhough, I love English, unfortunately, I did not converse the language with my family or friends, Surprisingly, rather than conversing in my mother tongue, I used to converse in Bahasa Malaysia even to my family members.I tend to be fluent in this language and people especially relatives had their negative perceptions on me saying that I was not good in English. They mocked me throughtout my teenage life but at first it was really devastating when they mocked me in front of others but i grew to ignore them. Adding to that, I stuttered during my teenage life. I had experienced stuttering when I read or communicate with people. But this did not shy me away. So, stuttering and not communicating in English were big problems during my burgeoning life. However, I endured really bad comments from peers and relatives. I remember crying myself to sleep asking God why I have to go through this as I could not take any more slurs by my friends and relative when I stuttered.Stuttering became really bad at the age of 16. I did not see any speech therapy as I was shy to consult them. But it did not stop me from talking as I love to talk.Teasing and mocking when I stutter was normal for me then.I am not a person who stand up and fight for myself.I would describe myself as a coward person then due to all these circumstances. But one fine day, one of my teachers advised me that we were born for a reason. Despite all these problems, my teacher said there is a solution for everything. My teacher, Miss. Nona advised me on getting into the habit of reading in front of a mirror which will really helped alleviate the stuttering problem. I was overwhelmed and practiced as what she had told.