Leap Year

i am being extremely overwhelmed throughout this week with unexpected news. don't get me wrong all of them can be perceived as good news, at least no death is involved here, but most of them are not that welcomed by me except perhaps the newborn of a blogging friend of mine!

and no, i am not being thrown away with all these stuff, still keeping on the track of life... i think.

but oh dear, can i just have back my own normal, boring routines? the ones without all these interferences from others? i prefer things to be the same as before. confession is such a big step. a very big step. it can change everything. it may pave out new beautiful pathways but it can ruin things as well. i think my life at this point is wonderful enough that i don't want it to change ever.

dear life, i can you stop giving me surprises?
i have had enough. for now.

Pakcik Teksi Itu

Hari ini bermula round baru untuk internal medicine; Hematology. Gua tiba seawal jam 8.40am di perkarangan fakulti. Sebab awal maka berkeputusan nak berjalan kaki sahaja ke hospital dari pintu masuk kuliah. Tak jauh mana, adalah dalam 8-10 minit je kalau ikut kelajuan kaki perempuan gua. Kalau ikut lenggang lenggok mak minah, memang jadi 15-20 minit. Haha!

Taknak lah cerita panjang lebar pasal apa yang belajar di hospital dari jam 9 pagi sampailah 3petang. Tapi bolehlah dikonklusikan dalam 3 point utama:

1) Doktor Mohamad Hamdy somehow reminds me of Carlisle Cullen (from Twilight wtf). He is "blonde" in a way. HAHAHAHA.
2) Hematogy buat gua rasa macam masuk express course nak jadi vampire.
3) Buku Hematology Osama ada dalam 80 lebih muka. Harini je dah cover dekat 25% mukasurat. Mati!

Petang pula terus menuju ke Pizza Hut, temankan K makan. Gua dah siap angkut bekal dari rumah sebab:

1) nak jimat dan
2) gua tak rasa nak makan dekat situ. Dah muak, blame them deliveries!

Jadi lepak makan pukul 4 lebih mula berjalan kaki ke arma sebab kena jumpa lagi 2 orang. Satu, nak diberi barang yang dikirim dari malaysia. Satu lagi pula sebab gua nak ambil barang yang gua tertinggal di Malaysia. Hahah.

Duduk duduk borak sekejap sambil tunggu pukul 5 petang untuk kelas tambahan dengan Dr Allam pula. jadi dipendekkan cerita kelas habis dalam jam 7 lebih. Gua orang pertama cabut dari kelas, balik rumah seorang diri, sebab geng balik madina nasr takde pula malam ni. Ramai tak hadir dan lagi seorang ada hal tak balik sana. Selalu gua tunggu juga jalan ikut belakang geng bebudak lelaki (indirect mushrif wtf) sebab tempat teksi agak jauh tapi mengenangkan benda tu bakal melewatkan gua sampai rumah, gua gamble dan bertawakal jalan seorang diri je lah. Syukur, sampai di simpang ada teksi hitam lalu pula kebetulan. Ah, rembat je lah! Tak larat nak jalan jauh sampai ke simpang.

Habis tanya harga dia nak letak (15 genih) gua terus setuju. Standard lah tu. Apa ada hal ecewah.

Dah memang sah la gua penat dan dah memang jadi perangai dari dulu kalau penat gua ambil kesempatan pejam mata (bukan tidur) dalam teksi. Madina Nasr - Abbasia tu bukan dekat tahu? sempat la nak berangan sikit sikit.

"Cik, okay ke?"

Gua buka mata. Pakcik teksi dah siap buka lampu teksi and tengok gua dari cermin depan.

"Eh, okay je"

"Cik nampak pucat. Penat ke? Tak sihat?" Ha entah orang ke berapa dah tegur benda sama hari ni. Bosannyaaaa.

"A ah. penat sikit." Gua senyum biasa je la pastu baru je nak tutup balik mata...

"Cik betul ke okay ni? Nampak pucat sangat." Aduiii. Gua nak tidur ni. Gua tengok luar. Hmm dah masuk area Sabie'. Okaylah, tak payah lelap lah. Kejap lagi nak kena bagi arah masuk jalan dah semua semua. Tiba tiba pakcik teksi tu terlebih rajin nak berborak.

"Orang mana ni?"

"Malizia"

"Nama?"

"Lina"

"Aku Muhammad. Maaflah kalau mengganggu kau nak tidur tadi tapi aku saja taknak bagi kau tidur."

"kenapa?"

"Tak boleh."

Ha sejak bila ni? Orang Arab anggap aib ke? Larangan baru lepas revolusi ke apa ni?!

"Kalau kau naik teksi lain kali jangan tidur. Bahaya. Pemandu teksi boleh bawa lari. Boleh kena tipu. Kau perempuan."

Oh. Huhu.

"Kau faham tak ni?"

"Arab aku nus-nus je. Tapi macam faham la. Mamnu' sleeping yakni?" *sambil buat gaya tidur guna tangan hahaha tolong jangan gelakkan aku please*

"Tak. Bukan larangan. Cuma nak kata bahaya. Aku ada 6 anak perempuan. Aku tahu nilainya dan susahnya menjadi perempuan."

"Oooooo"

"Faham tak? Mesir sebelum revolusi tak sama dengan selepas revolusi. Aku sendiri tak rasa negara ini cukup aman sekarang."

"Faham faham!" Aku tersengih.

"Apasal kau senyum? Faham tak ni?"

"Fahammm. Maaflah. Cuma harini saya penat sedikit. Keluar rumah sejak 8 pagi sampai sekarang. Ini baru nak pulang ke rumah. Eh belok kiri kat sini ye pakcik."

Teksi dah selamat berhenti depan imarah gua. Gua hulurkan lebih dari akad harga sebelum naik tadi.

"Eh apa ni? Tak payahlah."

"Takpe. Pakcik sangat baik. Terima kasih."

"Ingat, jangan tidur atau pejam mata dalam mana mana teksi lagi selepas ini."

"Aiwah. Mesyi." Gua bagi senyuman terakhir dekat pakcik tu sebelum masuk dalam bangunan.



Random Thoughts. Literally.

yeah, just a compilement on what i have been writing all over the places, mostly twitter and my phone, in the past few days. or maybe weeks. i don't know. i don't care wtf.

1. if i have to explain myself to others on every single thing i do in life just to avoid misunderstandings, i don't have any time left for me to enjoy my life.

2. some people so called "common sense" baffles me to no end. you see, an older man standing, you stand up and let him sit. you see a doctor is already present when you enter the room, you greet him. you know i love keeping my boundaries from outsiders intrusions, YOU DON'T BREAK INTO IT. easy, no?

3. Kalau anak lelaki Eddie ada penyakit Addison kita boleh sebut: Eddie's son has Addison's disease. Hahahaha geddit? Geddit? okay this is quite insensitive of me, i think.

4. politic doesn't amaze me. it never does. i don't know how some people have the will to actually follow every shit thing that happens, sharing all the links in facebook, dissing the "enemy" at every single chance they have. salute!

5. ignorance is indeed a bliss. my tolerance is definitely simple enough to understand.

level 1: i will still smile and take in whatever you are doing that annoy me. (this will go on for quite some time. variably from few months till a year)
level 2: i will perhaps try to talk to you nicely (but usually i skip this level, because i don't really do nice)
level 3: get angry. i will scold you, critics you whether we are in public or not.
level 4: if still there's not change in your attitude, i won't be bothered to try to take care of your feelings anymore. this is when i simply say whatever i want on how i am feeling. haha i sound so self-centered now kan? oh well i have a blog on my life, if that's not self-centered enough, i don't know what is.
level 5: IGNORANCE. the moment i choose to ignore you is the moment i reach nirvana on tolerating with you and yes, you should be flattered. not.

6. a character like Kurt Hummel is only fabulous on television. a real life one just... makes me speechless. true story. and to elaborate more on that, last monday skipped the last clinical session (thank god, as the resident in charge took our attendance earlier!) and went for grocery shopping in spinneys. while i was queueing at the counter, i saw this group of 4 gays guys walking totally with diva attitude. and their clothes. oh. my. god. one word: fabulous!

7. making list is fun!


Things/People That I Avoid

i came up with this list in mind while i was on my way to class this morning.

Things/People That I Avoid
(aka my way to live a happier, less troublesome life)


Friends' Love Troubles
simply said, i am not the one in the relationship so i dont really know what goes on, in between both of them. i can offer a good ear to listen, and maybe a 2 cents neutral point of views from both sides, but still i prefer to let them settle whatever there is in between them, themselves. trust me, it's better when you don't take side in this kind of situations especially if both parties are your friends. i know a lot of people who just love to be in the middle of this kind of things was because they have big noses wtf (nosey, geddit? geddit?). well, not me, sir. not me.

Any Housemates' Dramas
same reason as above. you are not living with them so how on earth you know what actually happen between both of them? sometimes the true colors of a person only shows when you are actually living together with them. just like when you move in together with your spouse la. time bercinta mana pernah terfikir orang tersayang tu berak macam kau juga sebab dia manusia wtf. or worse, you simply listen to one side's story and jump into a conclusion? tsk tsk!

Oil Pourers
this is the term i use on people who simply love to create more dramas out of one simple, teeny-weeny misunderstandings in between two other persons. pendek kata, pengadu bomba. kaki penghasut. pembakar jiwa raga. seriously, i don't know what's the purpose of his/her existence in this world except to spread the hatred onto others.

Politics
politic is nothing but rubbish to me. everyone is flinging shits to the others and so one. i don't want to be involved with shits, so yeah.

Bad-Story Seller
and by that, i really mean someone who simply loves to go around to everyone, parading one's fault (or maybe more?) telling others not to befriend this person and stuff. i have met a lot of this species, trust me. a feud between A and B. A keeps going around telling the whole world how bad B is, while B simply chooses to keep mum on the issue just because s/he can't be bothered. to me, A is the coward in this situation due to his/her defensive act. you want to know the sadder thing? the whole grandma grandpa pakcik makcik monkey elephant actually believe A. tsk tsk! for me? i prefer to be the spectator wan.

People who can't be on time.
hence, i have this list of people i shall not work with unless i have to. tu pun with minimal contact.


People who claim they're not judgemental.
because seriously, who isn't? hahah stupid liars.

in case you haven't realise, this post itself is judgemental. i keep it real, that's how i roll, bebeh!

Not Dead.

Jet lag sucks.

It's either you are tired from the long flight but you just can't close your eyes because they are freaking wide awake as if you just bathe them in a tub of coffee or you are not tired at all because you slept throughout the whole flight (including the 1 hour stop in Dubai wtf) but your circadian rhythm is telling you to go hit the hay.

And here i am typing this in the darkened room with the source of light being my laptop.

My eyes hurt.