Cerita lebat malam ini.

Alhamdulillah, my praise goes to Allah. Scored an A for Internal Medicine exam last 2 days. Jadi untuk “membunuh masa” pada malam yang boring ni, tatkala housemates semua dah chow sin chi balik kampung halaman nak sambut Christmas, I feel like posting up something on my blog wall. 

Baiklah, tolak tepi cerita exam sebab tak hangat pun. Tak sehangat cerita kahwin. Recently, umi phone called me to share a really big news, the explosive and the most massive one (at least for this month).My sister-in-law is now carrying a baby in her womb,  after 5 months of marriage. Advance much, eyh? :D Good job, Abang! hard work really pays off. bahahhaa!

Good job, bruv!

Haih, dah besar dah semua orang. Abang tak lama lagi nak jadi “walid”.haha! blah la dia nak suh anak dia panggil dia “walid.” Memang mengundang. Kak long pun tak lama lagi dah 27. My baby sister is 19 now. O man, time flies so fast. Is there any possibilities that I could stay fit to my childhood years? Dream on, woman because time waits for no one.  

Dulu selalu rasa 22 tahun adalah angka untuk konon-konon “relax dulu.kecik lagi kot”..Ye, secara fizikalnya, memanglah diri ini kecil. Kecil sekecil semut. *blushing. Tapi bila Umi dah start tanya “kakak bila nak kahwin??” dang, rasa nak hang up phone calls. Kalau lah kahwin tu senang macam anyam ketupat, oh tidak. Anyam ketupat bukan lah sesuatu yang mudah SpongeBob! Ok lah, if it’s as easy as you digging in your nostrils, ‘Umi sekarang juga kita langsaikan hantaran ke pihak lelaki!‘

Bukan senang nak kahwin. I once thought the only thing that matters is the financial basis that may be the daily support of the new family. Rupa-rupanya tidak ye kaum hawa sekalian alam. Alah, perempuan suka lah bab-bab kahwin ni, sebab mesti dah berangan nak pakai baju warna apa, labuh mana veil tu, highest carrot gold ring, etc.. Baju kahwin mesti tak nak kalah dengan member-member.Itu sudah pasti. Hantaran mesti mengancam. Mengalahkan perkahwinan anak perempuan saudagar unta. Kesian lelaki. Patutlah ramai lelaki botak lepas kahwin, makan hati katanya.

Lihat kepalaku..licinkan.. :)

Memang semua orang pun nak kahwin. Tapi kalau bangun pagi pun lambat, masak pun malas, tak reti nak kemas rumah, nak basuh baju pun apatah lagi, benda kecil di jadikan sebesar tahi lalat Azean Irdawati, sudahlah. Mimpilah kau di siang hari. Tapi bagi gadis-gadis single yang dikelilingi sahabat yang ber’bf, siang malam lah kau bermimpi.

I’m not saying “Yeah, man. I’m up for this”. Seriously, having myself thinking over this stuff really boosts up my confidence to change for better, at least I’m doing it for myself. Hey, inilah bukan lah entry yang gatal, Patrick! Ini untuk masa depan Encik Krab! Penting lah fikir benda nih! Penting! tapi kenalah berubah dulu. Apa kau orang ingat esok lusa nak kahwin, hari ni baru nak tanam azam yang gigih untuk berubah? I reckon it might takes years to build something new inside, something penetralia. 

Ini Patrick. Dia seorang yang lembap.

Ini Encik Krab. Dia mempunyai sebuah restoran, bernama Krusty Krab. Dia gilakan wang.

“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment” -  Jane Austen.

What goes around, comes around.

When honesty is undeniably a  true lie. when laugh is just a simple fake joy. and when smile is so much an artificial curve, lovely nicked on the face - what “second chance” has to offer?

As much as i hate giving my second chance away to someone I’m devoted into, so much i have to tell myself that perhaps, when the right time comes, trough the toughest day of my life, all chances I’m dying for are just one lurking desire. Unacknowledged. Saved by the bell?  Dream on, woman.

So play it well.

p/s:  I just came to know that sometimes, when too much bad deeds are all settle and done in one quick way, a “simple sorry” just doesn’t cut it. It cuts though, but not that deep. It scars a little, but it affects the whole of me. Alas, I’ve painted myself into a corner. Well done.

Bacalah dengan hati.

Lemah itu adalah bahagian dari diriku,

kerasnya hati jauh sekali dari jiwaku,

salahku, silapku, kekuranganku,

lembutkanlah teguranmu.

Airmata ku janganlah kau hinakan

esakan ku janganlah disalah tafsirkan,

deraiannya janganlah kau siniskan,

kerana belum pernah pujukanmu ku tagihkan,

Pernah kita berantakan,

kecil besar isunya bukanlah alasan,

salah siapa janganlah dibangkitkan,

tanpa jemu “maaf” ku dahulukan.

Buat pujaanku,

tak mampu aku hadiahkan kesempurnaan,

apatah lagi kebahagiaan yang tiada pengakhiran, 

hanya perubahan yang mampu ku berikan,

dan kesungguhkan ku janganlah dipertikaikan.

Amarahku, sedih hatiku,

Biarlah Tuhan saja yang tahu,

Diamku bukanlah marah,

diamku tanda mengalah,

diamku tanda berserah.

22 and immature.

i know each of us has our own memories of the past. very few of us can share to the world exactly what had happened through the time, and feel nothing about it. it belongs to somewhere in the past and indeed will always stays that way. it is a concrete fact that very few among the very few can share the whole thing but pathetically feel like rotten tomatoes during (or after, or both) disclosing the files they've been keeping for so long under the folder of "Life as it used to be". to everyone's surprise, neither the first group of the 'very few' nor the latter i am belong to. i don't share my old days because i don't feel okay reminiscing about it. i don't think i can handle the thoughts of going back to few years back. to make this entry a little more immature, i'd like to state that i'm not ready to hear anything about someone's past from anybody even it's from a somebody.i should probably wait patiently until i have my adrenaline rush off, and i'm all ears then. 

face like thunder

the best way to colour my own atmosphere is to live my life the way i think it has to be. it shouldn't be perfect, yet it has to look stunning nevertheless. i din have so much things to complain about after all- the friends, the height, the weight, the look (thank God i don't have a face only a mother could love), the brain, the financial support, etc.. however, unfortunately, at some points, i'm just not sure of something. anything. this feeling comes out of nowhere. i'm like, what the hell?? what is wrong with me? i know i shouldn't blame the world if i can't handle the pressure. tell me, did i pick a wrong guy? was i born to be somebody else, rather than having to do some perfect sewing in operation theatre? i shouldn't wear contact lens, is it? shut up. i am little cracky here, people. but no matter what, i'll never let me fall by the wayside. i should be facing my demons. and i'm going to own my space as safe as houses. so let's rock it! (though i know that saying is one thing; doing is another). ah. great.


remember : early bird catches the worm. I ain't going to let myself engaging deeply and strenuously in this matter. so change now. yes, the attitude.


will you ever buy my words,like seriously, mister?

buat kamu.

Aku, kan menjadi malam-malam mu
kan menjadi mimpi-mimpi mu
dan selimuti hati mu,
yang beku

Aku, kan menjadi bitang-bintang mu
kan selalu menyinarimu
dan menghapus rasa rindu mu,
yang pilu

Aku bisa,
untuk menjadi apa, yang kau minta
Untuk menjadi apa yang kau impikan,
tapi ku tak bisa menjadi dirinya

Aku, kan menjadi embun pagi mu
yang kan menyejukkan jiwa mu
dan kan membasuh hatimu,
yang layu

Tinggalkan sejenak layumu,
beri sedikit waktu
Kepada ku, tuk meyakinkan mu

Selimut Hati- Dewa.

Rindulah!

So I'm eventually done with my week 1 in Olomouc. Olomouc where? "Mongolia!" Wrong, you lil rascal. Olomouc (Olomots - this is how you pronounce it) is one of the first 3  largest cities in Czech Republic. A bit cold and the sky is so clear like what artist paints on his canvas. Praise to Allah for He is the Greatest creator of the whole universe.  

Lectures and practicals went well, so far. What may comes in the next following weeks is obviously beyond my reach and predictions. Got to keep praying to the Almighty that things will get set and done smoothly. Amiin~ :)

                                                

How are you Malaysia? How are feeling today? Hopefully all is well with you. Ey...I miss you so much..will I ever get a chance to see you again next year, Malaysia?  Will I get to hug my favourite people, to have what  you serve digested in my intestine again?  Will I? No, don't even bother to give me the answer. I can guarantee that no one can shoot any of it precisely. Let me just leave it to destiny.

Well done engineers and professionals for your genius invention - CAMERA. Memories will then never get a chance to fade away and make me cry less a little more. He he. Keep it up, Einsteins! People might need more from you guys. :)

Take 1

Take 2

Take 3.

No matter how fragile your shelter is, there's still no place like home.

tonight..

I breathe the scent of regret.

and then comes Jonathan Larson, telling me to forget regret, or life is mine to miss.  

* Have you ever felt like going back to where you can fix all those cracks up again and befriend with the   past, making it less poignant? 

Love,

Shira.

Hi, Needle Dick!

Needle Dick - a brainless moron John Doe I met in my coach. 

Yes, my COACH.

             

..not about this coach. (whoa..one of the women's sexy g spots. :) )

but this coach!

Meet our pink KTM ladies' coach!!!  This is what I'm going to rambling about actually. Frankly speaking, I don't really use public transports to take my butt here and there. Bukan sombong or whatever negative points you might split out and I made no bones about it. Cuma rasa macam takut je naik benda-benda ni. BOO! But i did hop in if necessary okay.. Takdelah kuno sangat sampai tak pernah naik langsung,kan? Tapi tak pernah naik all by myself. Mesti naik dengan girlfriends. 

Ok, to make this post short (kalau tulis panjang-panjang, nanti menampakkan kelemahan diri sendiri in writing dan indirectly akan memboringkan korang semua) me and my dear hearts were invited as special guests (bahaha) to a wedding ceremony in Kajang. As for my record, I chose to use our lovely KTM to get there right in time (oh,tipulah. KTM mana ada yang punctual). 

'Ting tong...' ( a stupid sound I've ever invented, indicating the arrival of our tara train.) So my girlfriends and I decided to utilise the new pink coach provided by the KTM for ladies while our gentlemen had to run just to get in the unisex coach. I was all excited getting my all in it for my very first time and thank God, tak ramai orang. hihi. As expected, I saw loads of boobs whenever I rolled my eyes around. They came  in various sizes (XS-XXXL) and shapes (pear, watermelon, and even papaya). Sweet! But..to my disbelief, there were still some random dick swingers in that coach too. They looked real innocent like every thing was ok. Ey, tak faham bahasa ke? Kan terang-terang dah tulis 'Ladies only at all times' dekat sticker tu. At that time, I wasn't really sure whether they have the big willie and twins or they just don't. Even if they own that thing, it must be as tiny as a needle but not that sharp. I'm sorry but you guys really made me blew a fuse that hour.  

The best part was, si awek yang tarik si pakwe masuk dalam koc wanita tu. pfft.. There were 2 pairs of retarded love birds sat right in front of me. E! Sangat memualkan, korang tau tak? My dear better half ok je duduk dalam  coach yang campur-campur tu. Lelaki,perempuan,pondan - semua boleh naik. Relax je dengan his peeps..takde nak sibuk-sibuk ikut kitorang yang perempuan ni dalam ladies' coach. Didn't they feel insecure by letting their boyfriends' dicks hang and swing in the ladies' coach? If I were that particular boobs' keeper, I'll never ask my better half to join me gluing our ass on the ladies' coach seats. Sebab takut dia usha baek punya other chica's. hehe. Ok, no joke. 

To all the Needle Dicks out there, be a real gentleman. Read the sign and you'll be loved. Do you guys get the big picture? I'm sure you do now.

Muahx!

Lesson #1

Have your booty and boobs stay put in your mom's kitchen while you're reheating your mom's side dishes, or you'll be SORRY!

*background music: fire burning- sean kingston.

saya ada blog.

Ramai orang ada blog. Yes, I'm one of that ramai orang too! xanga and tumblr. Tapi for fun je. cincai-cincai je pun. Takde orang nak follow pun, takde hal lah bro! hehe. Tak macam bloggers lain. Bak datang la hasil nukilan dia orang. Best-best belaka. Ada yang sampai berbelas sepuluh ratus ribu followers. Sometimes I wonder where the heck they got that sexy brain when I'm just a walking brainless elf. Some people are just genuinely witty. Korang memang cool!

Ramai orang ada blog. Boleh di katakan 'blogging knows no boundaries'. Kenapa? ta percaye? (ala-ala dalam iklan TV tu). Go google yourself. hihi. Kalau blogger tu para abang-abang kacak, ada body sikit, muka ala-ala Ashraf Sinclair, follower mesti ramai. Yang perempuan-perempuan la. Tak kisah la cik abang tu punya hasil write ups busuk, still jadi #1 fan!

contoh komen:
Bunga anggerik : hi!! I suka la baca your blog. best! lucu! salam perkenalan. :)

(apa hal pulak nak salam berkenalan kat sini kak oii..)

Kalau blogger tu jatuh dalam kategori cik akak yang cun-cun, sexy-sexy, muka pon macam jambu air, I bet they have a countless numbers of followers dari golongan abang-abang even though apa yang dia orang tulis tu pun busuk-busuk je. Standard la. Perempuan mana nak sangat follow blog minah cun. Mesti rasa tergugat. Alahai, menggelabah gils ok.

contoh komen:
Vespa merah : Hey sexy! u memang super talented la. :) btw, I suka kalau u tak ikat rambut.

(ponggah..hang ingat hang sapa?)

Ramai orang ada blog. This time memang true bloggers. They don't write junks. They really write a thing. Yang ni I salute. I call them witty heads. I'm sure they have wicked cool supporters all way through. Pandai mengarang dan lucu pada masa yang sama. Bukan senang ok nak tulis benda yang boleh buat orang lain gelak sorang-sorang macam orang ketagih nifas nafsu. Kalau nak bagi orang lain kutuk sumpah seranah memang a whole lot easier la kan. Korang memang fabulu  fabulous! 

see...monkey blogs too! 

p/s : saya ada blog. tapi comot-comot je. ;)

ouch!

weehoo!

                                                               

                                                     

p/s : i ain't a good writer and i always mix things up whenever I shoot them out. So mind every tiny thing that I'm gonna spell. I’m dead serious. ;l

Love!