Tuesday, October 30, 2012


SSM; Special Study Module is probably the most hated posting for me, second to Plastic Surgery. It's because I really, really, really hate doing research. It is tedious, boring and I don't seem to grasp the concept of it (yet). Why, oh why? 

Oh BTW, we have had this module before (during my second year of studies). Last time, we were lucky enough to actually do the research in a group of 4. But now, it is an individual research! How am I supposed to survive this? Is this the apocalypse the Mayans were talking about? Urghh so annoying T.T 

Also, we are no longer allowed to include the RCMP students as our sample. OH EM GEE. Why can't they decide this a little bit earlier and inform us before Phase 3B started? Didn't they know that there might be students who are 'hardworking' enough to actually start their research way before the SSM itself started? WHY DIDN'T THEY THINK OF IT! T____T

So, yes. I am angry.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Sofia and Firdaus #1

      Sofia came to an abrupt halt as she spotted a familiar tall, buff body figure from its back. Despite the fact that she just sprinted 2 kilometers, her thick, dark-brown hair fell perfectly on top of her shoulders. She can feel her heart thumping really hard in her chest that she wondered why hadn't her ribs exploded yet. The lines that she was well-rehearsed were clouding in her head. And now is the time to say it out loud. Mustering every ounce of confidence she had, she blurted out, "Firdaus, wait!" and that figure stopped walking.

      The second Firdaus turned around and scrutinized her face, she started to have second thoughts. 'Maybe this whole lot shit was a bad idea'. And when a big, wide smile spread across that very handsome face, she was convinced that this whole lot shit was a bad idea. Their eyes locked together and everything else seemed to have frozen for what seemed like hours. Her knees weakened. Her heart stopped pumping. Trails of words were now jumbled up in her mind. 'Oh my! What do I say first?'

"Where do you think you're going? You haven't paid last night's dinner yet!"

Fuck it. Fuck logic now.

    A grimace was the closest he could come to changing his facial expression since he was no longer geared for smiling. Shaking his head in disbelief, Firdaus walked towards Sofia and withdrew a few notes from his wallet.

"Keep the change", he thrust the money in her hands.

     Next thing she knew, she was facing his back again. 'Just why did you do that, you stupid arsehole?!' Her innerself shrieked. This should not end this way. She must stop him. It's now or never. Hastily, she followed Firdaus.

"Where are you leaving to?" she tried to sound casual while trying to keep pace with him. It was hard considering the fact that Firdaus' lower limbs were long and each of his footstep was double hers.

"Thought you'd never ask?"

"Thought wrong, then".

Firdaus sighed and spoke, "To Ipoh".

"Didn't even bother to tell me, huh?"

"Guilty as charged. But you were too busy with your new 'friend' to even ask me before."

Sofia struggled to suppress the urge to laugh but to no avail. She first snorted, then giggled and lastly burst into laughter. Tears oozed out of the corner of her eyes. "Seriously? Are you really bringing up that topic now?"

     Firdaus sighed and stopped pacing in the middle of the jostling crowd. He faced Sofia and with a huge effort, he uttered "My instinct says go to Ipoh. Wherever it leads me to, I will follow. Now, I must go to Ipoh." He reached for Sofia's hands and held it for some time. Then he continued, "My train is in 10 minutes. Please take a good care of yourself. They might be after you once they learn that I am gone." He looked into her eyes, hoping for her to understand but Sofia quickly looked away when his gaze got so intense that it would have poked her eyeballs.

She then pulled her hands and dug out something from her jeans pocket. While clearing her throat, she waved a train ticket in front of Firdaus' face and said "No, I'm going with you".

Sunday, June 10, 2012

What are the odds?

Greetings, alien! :)

Adoyai. I received a pretty shocking news just recently (well, a month ago, to be exact. Not THAT recent anyways). My bestie from high school called me just to ask whether or not my crush from high school is studying at my uni. And I was like, 'YO MAMA! Of course nawt! I would have let ya know yeaaaars ago if he really was in my college.'

But then she said, "Oh no no no. He just tweeted, saying 'Am currently studying at Uni bla bla bla bla'. He is, Wani!".

Silence greeted her statement. *Kreet kreet* What the fish is he doing here, man? Isn't he supposed to be somewhere abroad? Why must he transfer back to Malaysia? And of all many medical schools in Malaysia, why must he transfer to mine? Its not like I'm panicking because I still have a thing for him. Its just that, mmmm, its just that, mmmm, I just don't like the idea of studying at the same place with him anymore. Because it will remind me of my school years. I was  chubby and dark. And I had pimples. I was ugly :(

From that day onwards, I lingered at the college foyer more often than I usually did. I borrowed books from the college library twice in a week (hoping that I'll bump into him in the library). I ate at the college cafe during lunch hour almost everyday. Everywhere I went, I would be quietly looking for him. Two weeks passed me by, but still no sign of him. Not at all. 

I was relieved, but at the same time disappointed. Funny, right? But one day when I was on my way back from the hospital to my car, I spotted someone so familiar. It was him! He was walking by the roadside towards the ACC. I stopped, and stared. My gaze followed him. (I think I was jaw dropped at that time). Haha. He walking alone in a very handsome purple striped T-shirt. And he was wearing a sling bag like he used to 5 years ago. 

Yes, he is here. He is in my college. I have to embrace it. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

PM in Gotcha Call?

 Say whaaaaaaaaat? Perdana Menteri / Prime Minister / Datuk Seri Najib was on the Gotcha Call this morning?!!

Haha. I might have been a LIL' bit exaggerating coz I didn't sound nothing like this (naah) when I first found out about it. In fact, I was indifferent. Like duhhh I couldn't care less-lah. So, share your thoughts about this!

PS: That is if you have listened to it. But if you haven't, worry you not. Just click on this link!

PPS: Terms and conditions applied

PPPS: Im hungry yaw.

Man! T'was ________ (fill in the blank with any kind of adjective which you think truly reflects the whole situation).

Sunday, August 21, 2011

We'll Be A Dream

It was Sunday morning; a typical Sunday morning. I woke up to my alarm with a feeling of great annoyance for it had interrupted me from a wonderful dream. I was. There were. Good Lord, it has just been a few seconds and I can’t even recall what the dream was. Oh God. Maybe, just maybe it was about the world has become a better place. Or maybe NigaHiga came to Malaysia and I stood a chance to meet him in person. Damn that was good. Or maybe I hit a jackpot and quit medical school and lived happily ever after? Nah, let’s not talk about this. This isn’t what I wanted to share with you. After all, it was just a dream.

After making my bed and doing my laundry, I decided to play Free Cell while listening to the songs on my laptop. I so wanted to beat my own record which was 17 wins in a row. One win, two wins, three wins, four wins, wow, so far so great, but not for long. Not until I was too caught up with emotions when ‘We’ll be a dream’ by Demi Lovato feat. We The Kings was played.

Somehow my view started getting blurry and the position of my room changed. Out of nowhere appeared another single bed on my right and the mini ceiling fan grew larger to normal size and my 3-in-1 table seemed to be dragged further away from me. The cheap tiles changed to marbled ones and most of the miscellaneous stuff on the floor disappeared. The lighting of my room also changed. Somehow it got brighter and I could swear to God that I heard birds chirping and it felt familiar! It felt like its where I once belonged. I was getting nervous. Call it palpitations, tachycardia, tremor or whatever you want; I just knew that my heart was not in peace. Then, my nostrils caught something familiar too. Instead of the Lavender AirWick Air Freshener that I’m currently using, it was the scent of my room of my previous house. Good Lord, I was taken to January 2011! Well, not literally but still.

Have you ever experienced this? Not exactly like this. Duh. But you know, when you were listening to this one particular old favorite song of yours, and then you were taken to the month of the year in which you were so addicted to listening to it. Have you? I always get that. Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes. Sometimes, laughter. Nevertheless, it always brings back memories. Be it good ones or bad ones. 

Thursday, June 16, 2011


I think I owe a huge apology to my dear friend for leaving him behind for quite some time. How cruel. Well, I'm sorry for abandoning you, Ohblogwani. Pwned!

I have a new hobby. and a new boyfriend. Well basically my new boyfriend is my new hobby. Geddit? He is *drumrolls* HIGANIGA!! Oh My God. He is super cute and funny and random and creative and Japanese and wait have I mentioned funny? Utterly funny! Epic funny. Sumpah funny! (Ok ok, i geddit, Wani). I finished watching all his vlogs in just one day kot! It was addictive that I couldn't stop. and wouldn't too. 

I wonder where have I been, man. He was there all these while but I just discovered him like what three days ago? Shame shame. Anyhoo for those who is as pathetic a person as I was (for not knowing of HigaNiga aka Ryan's existence), please, PLEASE check out his channel in YouTube. What? Too lazy to search for him? Oh my child -,-". Fine fine, here's the link. my new boyfriend :)


<3 less than three

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Clinique Perfume

And I can still smell your perfume. 

Sad? Heartbroken? Confused? 
I can't even tell the difference.
But what I'm certain of is that I really did enjoy your presence today. 
The moment I saw you, my heart started to skip a beat or two. 
And I can feel those butterflies in my stomach.
As usual.

I became worried, and started to talk funny.
I became nervous, and almost hit a car in front of me. 
I felt appreciated, that you wanted to spend some time with us.
I was buoyed up, all day long.
Tried to delay some time before we said goodbye, yes I did.
I drove as slowly as possible,
I hit the brake when I saw green light,
and I wore my shades, just to cover my red eyes.