Hello there ~!

It's been awhile for me to blog here.

The last post was what...in 2018? 😱

Guess I've been on a long blogging hiatus. Yes? No?

What has change? Or make me change or change me?

Will put a post on the above later. 

Certainly a lot has been happening, be it good or bad.

But now, let's enjoy this saltybittersweet cake to summarize what has been for the last 4 years since the last post 😁

Shape of Me

"It's easier to stay in shape than it is to get into shape"

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So true la deyy.  Today mark my first physical/fitness activity after 4 months of cheating, binging, lazing around.

I had been skipping my exercise routine that I practiced last year. Reasons? Too tired at work, some unnecessary work related stress causing me to food-binge, bla bla bla.

To get in shape- the key is to have discipline and consistency-which I practiced last year, but slack off early of this year. Nasi sudah menjadi bubur.

Sinar keinsafan menjelma bila rasa diri ini sangatlah berat and my hips feel bigger than usual. Recently, one fashion critic did gave a harsh comment to people >60kgs, something like your hips mengganggu org sebelah yadaa. Zapps, terasa jugak lah.

Just now, I did elliptical for ~30mins and some dumbbell exercise.  Penatnya lain macam. But yeah, who asked me to slack off right?

Ramadhan will be in another month.  Hopefully my fitness level will improve by then. Nak terawih nanti kan.

Bahasa Jiwa Bangsa

I had this habit of saying Hi/Mingalarbar to strangers in my apartment’s lift..until..

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Yesterday.

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There’s this young lady who looks lost.  Seem that she just work as masseur in the Spa downstairs.

Since I’m the closest to the lift button, I say Mingalarbar and asked which floor she’s going.

Five ..five, she said.

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And then she start to make conversations..I’m OK with that except she speak Burmese with me. Adeh. She thought I can speak Burmese..Rasakan! Ramah tamah sangat.

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I told her-Burmese ne ne, means Burmese sikit-sikit. She smiled and ting!, we reached 5^th floor.

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Lega.😅

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Hahaha

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The point is, I just have that Astaghfirullah moment. I should put extra effort in learning Burmese kan? But, I always put it aside and brace the world with my limited language ability. 

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Yeah, I survived! 

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Thanks to bahasa ayam-itik and the flux of Burmese previously working in Malaysia and now they return home.  Whenever I encounter them, it’s like meeting your long lost friend or orang kampung. Yeah, they tend to speak in Bahasa and I can tell which part of Malaysia they previously work in and who their boss is 😆.

However, thinking forward, what if I got to travel, live or work in other places that have limited amount of English and Bahasa used?  Byelingual ;(. I hope I’m getting smart in learning languages and a little bit more hardworking.

..and I got almost similar experience recently when I performed my umrah, only in Arabic, French and Urdu.

Byelingual -_-

Hello~! There's a PTech here ;D

It’s 2018 and people still forgot to include PTech in communications.

Bila jadi situasi macam ni, kita breathe in and breathe out je lah.  Bukannya tak biasa jadi hero Hindustan, bukan pertama kali, malah berkali-kali.

Begitulah nasib seorang PTech.

Coffee

It's weird when I need coffee to help me sleep.

Ship

“The ship is safest when it’s in port, but that’s not what ships were built for.” 

― Paulo Coelho, The Pilgrimage

I like the quote above.  I think it’s the same thing with us, human.  We gotta go out from our comfort zone and ventures to the unknown.

Such as travel to new destinations, learn new things, work in new environment, etc.

These past few months, my ship has been to a lot of ports. The captain certainly has a lot of things to do.  Some ports were okay, some require a lot more thinking and reasoning to adapt to the situations.

The guy I never met, but admire

Can ahh, like dat ?
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written on 27th Nov 2017, 5.01am Myanmar time