iPeriod??!!

So.. was plugged to my ipod as I was trying to get some rest whilst being horizontal.. .. sleep wouldnt come so I browsed through the app store.. and believe it or not.. I came across.. ze great 'iPeriod'.. and when I clicked on 'info'.. the words Period Calendar were displayed in a neat bracket.. followed with the following tagline:

"Are you a busy woman? Let iPeriod keep track! A must have for all menstruating women!"

Seriously.. I found it extremely shocking and hilarious.. My immediate thought was 'you have to be joking???!!!!'..

Just last week, in preparation for our seminar, David and I came across the iLimb, a company that makes bionic limbs, and David went on to say how the "i" has been popular culturalised..

Years and years ago.. when some Miss or Mrs, probably from Kotex or Laurier or wherever were invited to give talks in our (all girls) school to increase the awareness of ze period and to prepare us girls for puberty, alongside the sanitary towels that were distributed, we were given these calendars with monthly sections for us to record the dates of 'our time of the month'.. I never bothered, and in fact, I think I disposed them calendars.. Bout the only advice I keep is 'just remember when you first got yours.. even if you cant remember the date or month, remember the year'.. and this advice didnt even come from the useless yearly talks. anyway, the significance is not that it should be particularly memorable.. just for medical reasons more than anything else..

One would think that women do keep track of these things. Not this woman, not me.. I should. Keep telling myself that I should. but I dont. I have tried though. But well consistency in this particular department is not my forte. Fortunately or unfortunately, I get warning signs.. in the form of pain.. pure abnominal torture; and having lived with 2 girls for 2 years, somehow, our 'time of the month' became somewhat synchronised.. eventhough we're now 200+miles apart.. so I get phone reminders too..

So.. iPeriod.. no thank you.. even if you only cost gbp 2.39..

Thomas the Train Engine

Train carriages and railway stations are and will most likely continue to be a prominent feature in my years here in the UK.. I have just come back from the station, and Thomas is the name of the lil kid that amused me on one of the numerous train rides I made down south awhile ago.. I still remember, he had been to Peterborough to meet his grandma in the hospital.. and he told me about lego land.. and his annoying lil brother.. not that he was much of a big brother, for he was just about 4-5 years old himself! He even gave me his address.. his postcode I believe.. unfortunately, I have forgotten..

Thomas is one of the plenty once in a life time encounters I will ever have.. But boy, the roar of the train engine is one that is becoming way to familiar now.. and the feel of the railway station.. The rustic feel of it.. The conductor, the clock.. the cold air.. Way too familiar..

Hmm.. the familiarity of this perhaps suggests I frequent the railway station way too often.. but hey, am not always the passenger on board and the trains I board head in other directions too!

Your voice

This was written on the 28th of November 2008, after a phone call.. a long distance phone call..

Your voice,
Is still the same
With an element of surprise
And a touch of delight

Your words
Are still cheeky
With a lil accent
And style

You
Are far away
Where it snows

Instead of
The warm sunshine
We used to share

O

I am a bird too!

I have a lil dove too.. it's in its nest at the mo.. and soon it'll soar high again! As it rests on my wrists..

sweets

I am the Locksmith

Today, i fastened a key on my chain.. it looks a tad weird, with the pendant I've had on for awhile now..

On the day I turned 21.. I was given a lock, on a ring.. it didnt come in its original trademark turqoise box and ribbon.. instead it is more special as it came with a story.. a lil fairy tale..

I was told to interpret the lock.. and similarly today, I am interpreting the key that accompanied it..


The things I adorn are precious to me.. not for their material value.. but for their significance. The chain that goes around my neck came with a pendant from my mother.. the pendant that falls just after where my collarbones meet, is my sister's, from my eldest sister.. and the half eternity ring I wear is from my parents.. It has 15 little sparkly stones.. Those 15 stones represent something extremely significant..

I interpret my precious possessions. But these interpretations are not for me to share with anyone.. Just as yet.. Not for a long time at least.. And soon one day.. I hope to pass these on, with my own stories attached to them..

k su mams paps k ya k dik a wendy

Discovery of the Day- Nadia

Nadia is a female name, most commonly given in Europe, the Middle east and North Africa. It has origins in Russian, Arabic, Bulgarian, Spanish, Italian, Greek and Serbian.

In the Western world, its origins are in the diminuitive of the Russian name Надежда, Nadezha which stands for hope.. Nadine is a French form of this diminuitive..

In the Eastern world, Nadia means announcer or caller in Arabic. It also means 'love of my life' and you are my world'. Not only this, but Nadia also means young plant such as a young tree or flower.

-courtesy of wiki

I knew that my name had both a European and Middle Eastern-Eastern touch to it.. I was named after Nadia Comeneci and also for it's arabic definition.. but boy.. 'love of my life' and 'you are my world'??

I may be Nadia.. but Nadia Mydin I am..

Christmas..

Caught in the frenzy of unwrapping christmas presents on the joyous anniversary of Jesus Christ's birthday, a moment of pause occurs and my energy dwindles down and if it were a curve, it would be curving downwards.. an anti-climax.. If only I could press the rewind button and play and continue to do so... but well, the next one is probably not until 365 days to come..

HO HO HO.........................