Random moments

August 2011, during my elective attachment at IJN, amidst the boredom atmosphere in the operation theatre, my distant uncle, who was the chief anesthetist, my elective supervisor and also being kelantanese asked me randomly;

''are you gege or gedebe?''

not knowing what gedebe means, but I was kinda sure what gege means (it means 'kecoh', I think) and was very sure I'm not a kecoh type ( well in my head at least) I answered with the other option;

''err, gedebe kot?''

my uncle gave out a chuckle and the conversation stopped there awkwardly.

after a few weeks; during raya at kelantan, grandma's house was visited by an uncle's friend who was supposed to be the mafia of pasir mas ( with big bike and leather suit, sure he was!) and they called him ''gedebe pasir mas''. So from there, I learned that gedebe means gangster. And I used to admit myself that, when in fact I'm very much the opposite =P.

But do you know who is the most gedebe baby on earth ?

this girl does shisha since 9 months old and crawls around with plastic gold fish in her mouth during her free time.

So, lessons to learn; 1. never answer a question without knowing the meaning of the answer, 2. my uncle's options were very irrelevant.

travelogue

photo memories: this is a nature made bridge, in Grecian; 'kamara toy karoka', hanging over the top of cyprus shore overlooking breathtakingly beautiful blue hued mediterranean sea.

After years.

They say writing is a form of meditation. A form I’ve been neglecting for years, and I can feel my composition skill has gone awkward. I used to get motivated everytime I pen an entry as I let out my mind’s content and coach myself out of the hunting thoughts. But I stopped at one point, maybe being too comfortable in my own circle. I stopped being my own coach, I neglected my responsibilities and just plain ignorant. Not keeping a journal must be one of future regrets.

Well, life has been beautiful in its own way. I've been capturing photo memories, and I wish I’m a painter for that to relive the beautiful scenes I’ve seen. I wish I still have the privilege of owning my late nikon D60 to capture the beautiful moments of life. I wish I still have my other things too. But, I’ll take all those lost as expensive life lesson to appreciate and value what I have in life. Materials are always replaceable. Lessons are priceless.