I desperately need a Hoover before Monday!

So I spent close to one hour wandering around the Waverley Station. Exams? What exams?

The Letter Y

Why do we do things we do?

Why wake up before 9 knowing that you'll fall asleep in lectures anyway?

Why read on so many things for additional coursework but end up saying nothing during discussion?

Why spend more than 2 days on Facebook yet still feel very much lonely?

Why buy tickets to a gig of an obscure band?

Why watch Twilight even though the concept is funny? Why want to watch the sequel despite the knowledge that most sequels are bad?

Why buy Tesco salad when there are more filling food out there? Conversely, why buy arteries choking food on daily basis?

Why buy the non-diet Alpro soya when there's a healthier option? (Honestly, 2%)

Why stare at an unconventionally pretty girl in a red jumper across the road while trying to black out the view of her boyfriend walking next to her?

Why buy another jumper when there's already 10 in the closet?

Why go to the gym if only to feel better about self?

Why look at a guy and sometimes think, "Hurm, he's kinda cute or hot", wondering if it's queer to think so after all?

Why curl up in the bed until noon arrives, reading a novel?

Why have plot bunnies jumping around but too lazy to 'capture' them?

Why waste money on Tesco reductions or buy-one-get-ones?

Why read lecture notes when they're simply repellent?

Why stall doing homework, even if the repercussions are dire?

Why bother going to bed early at night but still can't wake up early in the morning?

Why go to a friend's party, only to whip out the cell phone to defuse any awkwardness?
Why try to mingle with them when it's obvious they don't want you?

Why learn sign language at all?

Why run an event that is clipped with mountainous expectations?

Why play console games when it's not the best of distraction?

Why walk back from the GP practice when taking a bus is much more convenient?

Why cry in the dark, sensing everything is caving in and the haplessness can't be helped?

Why put on a happy façade when it's all shattered inside?

Why?

Why?

How come?

How come?

Why.

Video of the Year, no?

So it's not wrong to refresh your Facebook homepage, like, in every ten seconds. Had I not done that, I wouldn't have come across this really interesting posting by one of the friends. He uploaded a video that's almost 20 minutes long, covering his journey on a double decker in London. I was speechless at first. Bemusement took over really soon. For the life of me, the thought that you could chart your daily journey in a video and post it for the world to see never crosses my mind. It's understandable that he's all giddy with his newfound status as a Londoner but to shoot that video? It must have taken him a lot of patience (and energy) to hold whatever device he used to make the recording in position. I didn't watch it in its entirety, otherwise I would've wasted 20 minutes of my life but the video, as far as I had seen, was pretty good. I really salute him. Ahahaha.

Remind me to make a video of myself traversing down Fifth Avenue...

Midnight in the Afternoon...

I've been blighted by a new disease recently.

An extended afternoon nap is not good especially when you have a backlog of things to do.

I always tell myself to wake up after half an hour or at most, 60 minutes but that doesn't seem to happen. Every time I'm on the precipice of waking up, the stronger force to keep me asleep yank me back into the Slumberland.

This is definitely NOT good!

A Research on Research Papers

The medics read research paper but can't make the head or tail of its content.

The GPs have a stack of research papers on their desks as scrap papers.

The consultants keep an update on any new research matters for the purpose of finding if they've been cited by their peers.

The retired practitioners subscribe to medical journals as a habit but fare no better than us wee medics in understanding them.

So why am I rifling through Medline now?

Ballad of a Sick Boy

I'm sick but I'm happy
I'm sick but I'm kind
I'm sick but I'm grounded
I'm sick but I'm overwhelmed
I'm sick but I'm hopeful baby
I'm sick but I'm friendly
I'm sick but I'm laughing
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby.


Oh!

Plain idiocy...

It's official! I'm a tool. This is my third pilgrimage to the cyber cafe to refill the bloody EVAF form. It seems that I'm incapable of filling out a relatively simple form. Or perhaps it's plain paranoia. Maybe I can get past the bureaucracy with my botched forms but the thought of dealing with the American Embassy makes me slightly more neurotic. I sincerely doubt that they'll put my application under a microscope for a scrutiny. My mother portended bleakly that more troubles lie ahead of my application process. I'll be damned!

Fingers crossed, knock on the wood and all that jazz for this one to fall through. I don't want to brave another unholy visit to the Internet cafe.

The Countdown!

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
To... Oh, never mind that.

So many things are ending rather soon.
My stay at home, my current love (work), and hopefully my US visa app.

Trust me, there's no specific emotion I'm able to express now. It's all a muddled cocktail.

Life, as we come to like and get acquainted with...

“Our lives are shaped by opportunities, even the ones that we missed”

- a quote. Not my usual stuff. But I like it to bits.

You can't get too much on your plate!

Life has a funny way to sneak up on you. 

I have to be contented with the fact that nothing eventful had taken place in my life. But that doesn't mean that I'm not grateful. Last week saw me spending more time in the haze-chocked KL. I was in a considerable scare when I had a temperature on Sunday night. It was pretty bad what with badly parched throat and slight dizziness. Mercifully, after taking two tablets, the fever went away when I woke up the next morning. But it doesn't mean that I'm clear from that vile virus. I could be harboring them without me realizing it.

I also went to school to speak to the Form 4 students. Had it not been for Raiz's invitation, I would never come round to give a talk on scholarships and whatnot. My only regret was that we didn't talk to the Form Fivers who, in my view, are in a greater need for the information. When I was in Form 4, I didn't even think about the future let alone trying to get myself abroad. Sorry, I was not that ambitious and still am not!

The highlight of the two trips is the chance to catch up with old friends. I particularly take delight in meeting Lawi after a year of separation. It seems that time really do fly when you're having fun.

The new abode promises a properly working Internet connection. I'm majorly elated!

A-Levels results were also announced last Monday. As usual, surprises were abound. Not making the grades is now a staple news every year. For those who managed to get the desired grades, felicitations. For those who didn't, don't be sad. Plenty of opportunities are still available for you to pursue. When a door closes, another opens.

But what shocked me the most was  the news of a certain group of juniors who were involved in an automobile mishap. What threw me was the victim in the said accident. I must fess up that he's not exactly my most favourite character. Hence, some really backtalking, if you get my drift. Now, I'm ridden with guilt. It's difficult not to if the said person is knocking on the Death's door. I pray for his safety. 

To kill the time, I've read a number of novels. It's only recently that I discovered that I hadn't been reading too many of new things. My personal faves are Life of Pi, Spud (already bought the sequel on Amazon), Trainspotting, and The Reluctant Fundamentalist. I ought to get more books to be read. In the meantime, I'm working on my project. Am glad that it's really shaping up. 

You are what you eat

There's bound to be a day when you go to a restaurant, the waiter is nowhere in sight or the person sitting in the next cubicle gets his order first even though it is apparent that you are already there before him. Indeed, such travails that include the waiter mixing up our orders or the food comes ten minutes too late that it's now lukewarm draw ire out of us. We'll shoot daggers when the unsuspecting waiter finally comes with our food while fumbling for apologies and drown him in sarcasm. Worse, we'll be more than obliged to pull the strings as irked consumers and have the waiter's lackluster performance reported to the power-that-be.

I cannot deny that I sometimes become irritated by this poor show of service, which, if happens, I'll walk out. But most of the time, I tend to symphatise with the waiters. The restaurant could be packed to the capacity or the floor could be understaffed. There are plenty of reasons to explain why the standard of the service is not up to scratch. I could clearly envision myself rushing to take orders from costumers, cleaning the table, and bringing the food to the table and in the process, getting myself all confused and burnt out. Mixing orders would only become natural after such ordeal.

Maybe it's all down to luck.   

Packpackpack.Peck!

I now stand in the midst of packed items, accordingly quartered to their summer destinations. It's a process not to be undermined. Soon, this creaky top floor loft would convert to a past haunting. I must admit that communication was sparse. I was and still am a blithering hopeless at socialising around. Forever an outcast, I removed myself further from the idea of blending in. I had and would never use booze to loosen the tongue nor I was a keen member of the dancefloor. All that remains is an absence, which is something that I'm neither proud of nor regret.

Mocha is delicious, revision is not. Period.

This is rare, honest. Apathy has never swallowed me this deeply. PBL work = nada! It bugs me though but since this is gonna be our last session, I'll let it pass. No show today, perhaps? 

Sotto Voce

Do you have pesky teeny voices at the back of your head when you're ploughing through the mountain of lecture notes, online practice pages or text books? I do. In fact, this wee digression is a product of one of these voices.

It's really annoying considering the fact that you've strained considerably to put focus on your reading. But these haranguing voices, daring you to do stuff irrelevant to the task at hand, are always there. An omnipresent, infinitesimally important presence, if anything. 

Right now, I have these flitting happily through my mind:

- Did I miss something in that game?

- I should call them. Oh wait, how much credit am I left with?

- Where should I go next winter? Paris is definitely a yes but where else?

- Damn, the laundry! 

- Need to refresh Facebook now. God knows what have happened in the last, say, two minutes?

- Will there ever be justice in the world? When will Malaysian leaders wake up?

- What should I have for lunch today? Should I ask someone to eat out with me? Or should I just grab a bowl of cold salad from Tesco?

- Need to refresh Twitter too!

- What should I get her? And how to make sure it arrives on time?

- Who's gonna cook tonight?

And loads of other stuff. You see, I'm so distracted that there's no way that I'll ever get my revision done. Also, I have a very short attention span. I can hold it for 10 or 15 minutes. Or maybe less. After that, I'll do something really counter productive for hours on end. 

Acht weel!

Breathe (2 A.M.)

Here's another tag to commemorate my 100th post. A little recap. Went down to Newcastle to see West Side Story. I was virgin to the story so I didn't really know what to expect of it. All I knew about it was that the film version won 10 Oscars. So, it had to be really good. It turned out just OK. Maybe there's something wrong with the production. Maybe the tier that we were seated at was too high that our view of the stage was impeded at times (I couldn't see the actors but I could hear their voices in one scene.) Yet to see the movie. Hope that I can catch it next month when Film Society screens it. The hospitality conferred to us was just splendid! I've renewed my love towards NYC thanks to my incessant playing of GTA 4 and the musical. And Shahrin's fancy latte is to die for. Period.

RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

4. Tag as many friends.

5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.

6. Have Fun!

1. IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?

-> Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

2. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?

-> Cinderella Under The Umbrella  - Rihanna feat. ex-bf (?) Chris Brown (really?!ROTFL!)

3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL?

-> U + Ur Hand - P!nk 

4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?

-> I Stay In Love  - Mariah Carey (hurmm...)

5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?

-> Love Lockdown - Kanye West

6. WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?

-> What About Now  - Daughtry (what about it?)

7. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?

-> All the Things She Said  - t.A.t.U. (this is effing hilarious!)

8. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?

-> Never Had A Dream Come True - S Club 7 (I feel loved...)

9. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?

-> Don't Waste Your Time - Kelly Clarkson (yet I'm doing it at the very moment...)

10. WHAT IS 2 + 2?

->  Menanti Pasti - Siti Nurhaliza (as long as it's not 80)

11. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?

->  Cahaya Seribu Liku - Siti, again.  

12. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?

->  Thank You Allah - Raihan 

13. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?

->  Dare You To Move - Switchfoot

14. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?

->  Lovers in Japan / Reign of Love - Coldplay (really?!I don't even like the country save for PS3 and sushi)

15. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?

->  Sembah Sujudku - Ungu (this is remotely a dance number!)

16. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?

->  You Could Be Happy - Snow Patrol (What is this??Does that mean that I'm not gonna lead a happy life before my demise?) 

17 WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST??

-> You Found Me - Kelly Clarkson (Hide and seek anyone?)

18. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?

->  La Isla Bonita - Madonna (never thought that I dread the idea of an escapade on a pristine island...)

19. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?

->  Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional

20. WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?

->  When You Tell Me - Diana Ross (underscores my indecisiveness effectively)

21. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

->  Heard 'Em Say - Kanye West feat. Adam Levine

22. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?

->  Breathe (2AM) - Anna Nalick

Quirks and Qualms

Consider this as cheating coz it's meant to be done on Facebook. Rather than deserting the blog with an utter lack of posted material, I'm doing it here. Besides, I love tags!

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you're supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 (!) people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. I stalled for a few minutes thinking of what I should write about as the numero uno point. The diagnosis is I'm helplessly indecisive...

2. ...and an immense writer's block that I seem to be having every time I want to write about something. Somehow, the statement is a bit of an oxymoron.

3. I'm a medic who fails to fall in love with Strand 2. Strand 1 stuff ain't much better either...

4. I'll always feel great relief after doing laundry. It feels like something gargantuan has decided to leave its space, creating a huge void to be filled in. With what, I dunno.

5. I heart chips of the salt and vinegar variant. Yeah, it's a flavour that you can't get back home although I must not discount the possibility of it being made available now. If not, I don't know where and how I can get my supply of it for the four months of summer break.

6. I like travelling a lot. The irony is, I haven't properly canvassed the areas and attractions in my current whereabouts. 

7. I used to collect stamps. I'd make a beeline at a local post office to get special stamps (usually in commemoration of some events) and spent close to RM10 on each occasion. I even dragged my parents to the Stamp Week in KL a little while ago. The hobby sort of died out after my stamp collection got 'drowned' in a flash flood...

8. I liked to draw too. My staple subjects were buildings and scenes at a bus station...

9. ... which is why I used to aspire to become an architect. Other previous ambitions were to become an ustaz, a teacher, and an astronomer.

10. And I used to like express buses so much. A trip to KL was something I really treasured and I often begged to sit by the window so that I could see as many buses as I wish. I even jotted down their names despite the obvious redundancy. Then, once I was home, I'd draw them. 

11. My current indulgence is writing. But as mentioned before, the writing block is almost insurmountable. Hence my inability to continue writing my sequel.

12. My other worldly sin is shopping. I consider my style as drab. Coz I've never been too bothered about it. I chase the brands not the style. Hence my shabbiness.

13. My PBL mates love my shoes collection! I don't know whether they're really honest about it though... 

14. I flinch at the notion of watching certain movies. Some of them are obviously B-grade while others are just pretentious. I dislike most rom-coms too for their abject shallowness. Grading a movie is a very subjective field so I don't blame other people to watch them. And contrary to popular belief, I don't ONLY watch movies that are awards-approved. 

15. I like to travel in a city transit system. Which explains why I can be so adept in finding a station to get to a specific location. I like it too when it passes through an urban wasteland.

16. I hate reading journals. I'll normally skip to the discussion part without bothering the method and results of the study. I'll be most grateful if the paper includes an abstract. Makes life a hell lot easier.

17. I listen to mainstream music most of the time. But there's a nascent interest in indie movement which explains why I'm starting to listen to TV on the Radio, Kings of Leon, Yuna (go Malaysia!) and the likes. I still prefer radio friendly tunes though. I particularly love Norah, Sheryl, Alanis, and Kelly. And Siti despite her attempt to relegate herself to an unlovable position.

18. It's just 18?Gah! Oh, I didn't get my driving license at 18. I waited for two years before going to driving classes. Didn't particularly enjoy it though. Condescending instructors, early classes, and ridiculous lessons (who the hell uses the parking method taught at the school??). I have now forgotten how to drive after a few months of not getting behind the wheels.  

19. I find it extremely difficult to please myself. Which is why I wasn't too happy with the experience early this week.

20. I also suffer from a chronic self esteem problem. Everyone around me is always good at something they're doing but I'll never find a niche that I can proudly claim that it belongs to me. Ever.

21. I am so attached to my previous alma mater. It's indescribable but love is blind after all.

22. I'm a serious procrastinator. I've got a journal to read, an email to reply, and additional reading to be done but I'm not doing any of it yet. There goes another weekend...

23. I'll always check my email first thing when I wake up. 

24. I'm beginning to warm to Pidah's idea of friendship. I hate it but I can't help but to embrace it. 

25. There's nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon than doing this tag. LOL!

Now comes the tricky part. I'm supposed to tag 25 people but my blog roll isn't that arrayed. So, I'm gonna cheat yet again. I'm tagging:

Afiq, Farah, Warwern, Jal, Wan, Fiqry, Lyla, Yatyat, Pidah, Anwar, Hajar, Ede, Jo Tan, Fizarani, Aliaa (good luck in writing on Tumblr), Faiz Ezwan Shah, Ateqs, Naqiu, and Oggy. And you and you too. 

I Hope You Hang Yourself With Your H&M Scarf

Truth be told, I've never been officially tagged by anyone to do this. But as always, today is Sunday and I haven't blogged for quite some time hence my intention to do this tag. In addition, it helps in inhibiting the jittery of getting the results tomorrow (oh well,it's still very much tentative). 

Rules

1. Put your music player on shuffle.

2. Write the first line of the first 20 songs....
3. ...and post the poem that results from your 'creativity'.
4. The first line of the 21st song is the title of your poem. 
5. To add the 'umpph' factor, get your friends to guess the title of the song of each line...and who is the artist.
6. Lastly...enjoy this madness!

I HOPE YOU HANG YOURSELF WITH YOUR H&M SCARF

One of these days, I wanna wake up

You're beautiful that's for sure

I want you to know

Well sometimes I go out by myself

Hatiku merayu rindu

To know know know him is to love love love him

So much I love you

Took my hand

Telah ku mungkiri janjiku lagi

I always need a time of my own

There she goes

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives

Dearest constellation

I've been roaming around

Lay a whisper on my pillow

This ain't the song for the broken hearted

And I heard 'em say

They told him don't you ever come around here

Do you feel ever like breaking down?

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw you face

I had so much fun doing this even though it's a blatant juvenile stuff! The first song on shuffle was a chamber orchestra number leaving me uncertain as to what to put down as its first line. The second song started with the singer humming for a good 15 seconds before singing the first line. There's a couple of Malay songs chucked in too. The end result? I must say it's a rather neat poem despite its eclectic arrangements.  

All about him

An epiphany struck me as I made my way back from the Anatomy Lab, smelling of formaldehyde; affection can make you evil. It's a God simple truth that I've overlooked time and time again. It's not a blatant accusation on this honest deed, it's merely a dissection of it from a different plane. Affection is intimately linked to preferential treatment which in turn leads to dissatisfaction. It's never difficult to be showered in this good grace as a whole spectrum of characteristics can please the affection giver. One can be thoughtful and coherent in conversation or one can be competitive in many aspects or one can be very brooding and enigmatic to elicit love from people around him. You see, the list can go ad infinitum. On the other hand, one can be very chatty or one can share plenty of good moments yet one might not come across as too appealing to the people hence one gets reduced to an omnipresent state. This ubiquity can also be afforded by long contact hours. Inevitably, people get weary of the same person. 

Here are the few things that happened to me in the last couple of days (more like weeks?):

1) I lost half of my socks pair at the mosque today. Walking with my right foot naked against the innerside of my shoe did not feel comfortable at all. Least it was amusing.

2) The buzzer system has been fixed. Finally.

3) Unfortunately (referring to the previous point) the maintenance crew fails to see into the problem of having a lightless stairwell. Walking down the stairs at night has never been this daunting.

4) Anatomy lessons can be made more effective have we had more staff and materials. And we desperately need lecture notes for pre-practical lectures because it's humanly impossible to memorise everything the lecturer has just said without a proper visual aid.

5) I chanced upon the beauty of Edinburgh a few days ago. Indeed this is a very pretty city. Romanticising the city that I live in might sound daft but it's a truth that I can't dispel. 

6) Shopping can be very depressing. If your bank account is ailing. It's not long before I need help from IMF....

7) I'm not too excited to do the HNOP interviews. 

8) I WANNA SEE SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE!!ANYONE??

Ah-ha, it's over and done with now!

Call it a long hiatus but my desertion of the blog was somewhat justified.

I would always cringe whenever I go to a blog that has a traffic feeder. Not only it's telling the owner who has been stalking them and from where, it also functions as a speedometer to gauge the blog's popularity. But the idea of being able to trace the origin of the readers disturbs me the most. I deem it as a severe infringement of privacy and an intrusion to freedom of accessing information. Of course, it's the insecurity in me speaking.

Anyways, the term has ended with a minor bang. Minor because it has been blighted by an insufferably difficult assessment. To careen myself back to reality, I went to Waterstone's right after the exam and parted ways with a handsome sum of money for four novels. I have no idea when I'm ever gonna finish them. But the splurge was enough to shine some happiness into the bleak creases of my personal despair.

I think I didn't say proper goodbyes nor did I wish some of my friends 'Merry Christmas' at the end of the exam. Although I might have argued that everyone was embroiled in frantic attempts to console each other and recovering from the consensual mindless stab in the dark in the exam hall, there's a feeling of incompleteness in me for not even trying to do it. 

The truth is, I seem to have been trying so hard to blend in but I still need to clock in more miles before they even accept me as one of their peers. The After Exam Party should have been a good start to break through the mould. However, I see it as a futile effort at being more sociable by witnessing some friends numbing their senses with booze and losing me entirely. And I will be at the fringe, unsure of what to do and struggling to come up with some dodgy jokes that these people so like. Doesn't it just defeat the purpose?

So, here I am. The end of term is celebrated with Amadeus and The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. On top of that, I am in the strive of becoming the next Cleanliness Champion and I have 70+ podcasts in Spanish to be endured. Happy Holidays peeps!

P.S: I need a tag to do. Pronto.

I have work to do but doing a tag offers more fun!

I've been meaning to do this tag long ago but there's always something that hindered from doing so.Although I still have an unfinished business in the form of yet another PBL case,I figure that it's best not to wait any longer.I'm not in any mood of studying anyway and in an hour time,I'll be heading down to Princes Street with some of my friends.Blogging is the best way to kill time,methinks.

 

 

Here goes nothing!

 

 

rules:1-the rules of the game get posted at the beginning

2-each players answers the questions about themselves

3-at the end of the post the player then tags 5 people n posts their names,then goes to

their blogs and leave a comment,letting them to know they got tagged and to ask

them to play and read your blog

 

Staring time: 1729 (Isya' is in half an hour time)

Name: Muhammad Firdaus

Nick: Da, thegame, Aus, Along, Muhammad (course mates), and one given while at school which I'm not too keen to share here.

sisters: Nada.

brother: One lil' bro. Very annoying at times.

shoe size: 10/11. Depending on where the shoes are from really...

height: 175 cm

 

Where do you live?

In an attic room with one Chinese,a Scottish and his girlfriend,presumably Scottish. You can hear (fortunately not see) some of the 'actions' sometimes...If you know what I mean.

 

Have you ever been on a plane??

Took Titanic from KL to Portsmouth.Months on it really wises me up.

Swam in the ocean?

I can't bloody swim!!

Fallen asleep at school?

Who doesn't?But I had ways to overcome it.Would go to a certain room for a cup of coffee and some stale gossips to evade the excessive boredom of Sejarah... Now I've got Strand 2 classes to deal with which proves to be almost insurmountable.

Broken someone's heart?

Pobody's nerfect!Made mistakes here and there and hurt people along the way.I'm normal.Top to bottom.

Fell off your chair?

Lemme see...uhm...aah...nope!

 

Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call:

Cambitch didn't phone me.Scholarship bodies don't run at night.

Saved emails:

There's a reason why I use GMail...

What is your room like:

Cozy. Much tidier than the previous one. However, the floor is a bit slanted and it can get unbearably warm if I switch on the heater...

What's right beside you:

All the typical student's table paraphernalia. Plus Aqtawar's neoplasia note,iPhone,a mineral bottle, and the blardy heater.

What is the last thing u ate:

The blood clot inducing Mosque Kitchen's biryani.

 

Ever had...chicken pox...:

Thank God I'm immune to it now!

Sore throat:

Duh!

Broken nose:

Living up to the status of being the most passive person in the country which can easily translate that I've never been involved in anything physical,nope.It's fine and intact.Not too aquiline either.

Do you believe in love at first sight :

Oh hell yeah!

Like picnic :

The last time when I went for a picnic was nine years ago.I'd love too though.Frolicking at Meadows on Sunday morning could be a good start.

 

Who was/were...the last person you danced with :

Aqtawar who had the sudden impulse to teach us tango.

Last made you smile :

Uhm,my flatmate's girlfriend?

Last you last yelled at :

Yelled for help in resuscitation workshop two hours ago.

Today...did you talk to someone you like :

Yeah!

Kissed anyone :

Hurm,the mannequin (spelt mannekin at the hospital. Scottish spelling I guess...) which I had to give CPR to.

Get sick :

Perfectly healthy.Alhamdulillah.

 

Talk to an ex :

Whaddaya mean??

Miss someone :

My parents,Adik, and my dearest friends.

Who do you really hate :

This random guy who cursed me in thick Scottish accent. Quite a long list I have here. I know I know. Hating people is a big no-no. Peace not war.

Do you like you hand-writing : 

I can only please myself with my handwriting.

Are your toe nails painted :

Not a Goth.

What color shirt are you wearing now : 

Back to Black. Kinnae contradicting the previous statement I made...

 

 

Are you a friendly person :  

Very much depending on who I'm with...

Do you have any pets :

Used to. I've got a draft to be finished though. Oh wait, that's my pet project!

Do you sleep with the tv/laptop on :

Nope. No way. Afiq's gonna kill me. He's the future Green Party president.

What are you doing right now :

I don't have to state the obvious do I?

Can you handle the truth :

I can't be bovvered!

Are you closer to your mother or father :

Both.

Do you eat healthily :

Have to especially when Aqtawar is around. But I do binge on really unhealthy stuff like Irn Bru, Mosque Kitchen stuff, and Ben and Jerry's occasionally. I'm not figure conscious or anyhting...

 

 

Do you still have pictures of you and your ex :

Ex-schoolmates and ex-collegemates? Yes.

If you're having a bad day,who are you most likely to go to :

Myself.

Are you loud or quiet most of the time :

Again, depending on the situation.

Are you confident :

Yes if I don't have to. No if I desperately need it.

 

 

5 things I was doing 10 years ago:

 

1) Was in Standard 4 after flunking PTS with flying colours.

2) The grand sweep at the end of the year.

3) Really interesting experiments with beansprouts.

4) Getting circumcised

5) I can't think of anything memorable anymore....

 

 

5 things I would do if I am a billionaire:

1. Travel the world.

2. Splurge on worldly trappings.

3. Spend some on the development of medicine and make it available for deprived states. chewah!

4. Set up a business.

5. Establish a foundation.

 

 

5 of my bad habits

1. Procrastination

2. Gossiping

3. Procrastination

4. Complacency

5. Procrastination

 

 

5 places I've lived/living:

1. Pekan

2. Jelebu

3. ASiS,KL

4. KYUEM,Lembah Beringin

5. West Nicolson Street...

 

 

5 people I tagged:

1. Fiqry

2. Hajar Jojo

3. Anwar (For God's sake,enough with cryptic posts!)

4. Warwern and Farah (am considering them as one entity for no obvious reasons)

5. Anyone who's reading this and has a blog.