25.2.11

7 is the most magically powerful number.

one thing that never fail to feel new to me everytime i do it is donating blood.
each time i donate, i feel nervous again
excited again
& liberated again
just like a first time.
but today was exceptional in the sense that one, it was my first time being the first donor of the day
& dapat layanan first class dari HTAR Klang staff. mekasih banyak-banyak :D

i don't know why (maybe sebab tempat bermanja dan mengadu-damba ada berdiri kat sebelah) hari ni aku gagal tahap phail mengawal perasaan takut jarum dan takut darah.
usually bab takut jarum tu takde la timbul sangat, kecuali time nak cucuk.
jarum dia besar kot. tak main-main dah ni.
& bab takut darah tu pun selalunya, kalau pikir balik, takde la timbul jugak actually.
tapi entah kenapa hari ni tak boleh belah
sampai nampak dunia macam kau edit gambar pastu tarik contrast sampai habis
telinga dengung & muffled
punya tahap darah tak sampai kepala
aku mintak nurse tu recline kerusi-merangkap-katil aku tu.
mungkin jugak la aku rasa lightheaded sebab dia tak recline
selalu aku derma mesti aku baring.
& mungkin jugak sebab nurse tu ada main-main jarum aku sebab darah keluar slow kot
or mungkin jugak sebab aku agak duduk tak diam
(ada sekali tu aku terangkat tangan yang tengah derma tu, pastu rasa pressure jarum tu. start situ dunia aku dah black & white hahah)
tapi kesimpulannya, sebab aku first donor & tak ramai orang lagi masa tu,
diorang pun excited la sorang-sorang datang tanya pening ke
pastu nurse yang attend aku tu kata la "dia takut darah" (loser betul)
pastu uncle yang bancuh milo & jamu cake tu buatkan glucose bapak manis untuk aku.
pergh terasa diri disayangi.

sampai sekarang aku masih belum berani nak bukak plaster ni
sebab sakit dia masih terasa
jangan bengkak macam dulu sudah.
memang berguling aku jap lagi.
siap lah kau ikhwan. haha

jadi note to self:
lepas ni kalau nak derma first thing tanya diri sendiri
"kau rasa mental kau kuat ke tidak for this?"
kalau rasa macam akan gagal mengawal thoughts & imagination, baik takyah.

24.2.11

for turning 23

ah.. it's way past the 1-month-to-go mark.
i say it's time i post this list.
hee :D
no worries. list tahun ni takkan extravagant dan tak masuk akal macam list-list lepas.
it could be the massive load of work, or it could be 'cause ikhwan's currently reading something & i am not,
but boy am i craving for books!
such as:
  1. the birth of a killer: the saga of larten crepsley book 1 (hard cover heheh) - darren shan
  2. special topics in calamity physics - marisha pessl
  3. three men in a boat (to say nothing of the dog) - jerome k. jerome (dah baca tapi dalam phone so tamak nak physical copy pulak)
  4. three men on a bummel - jerome k. jerome
  5. (after watching peter pan tadi, macam intrigue) peter pan - j. m. barrie (limegreen penguin book pun jadi la)
  6. veronika decides to die - paolo coelho
okla dah dah la tu kan?
encik I di sebelah, please take note ye?
mekasih :D

21.2.11

abah kata lepas ni pasang blues on mondays, takdela monday blues dah -_-"

i usually wait for something to happen thrice before calling it official.
but heck i ain't waiting for this to happen the third time.
the next time it happens (mintak dijauhkan sejauh-jauhnya, Ya Allah), it might cost me my life.

so yes, it's official that Mondays are Bells' unlucky day.
first, the whole compression issue
then today, kena rodok dari belakang pulak.
nasib baik tak pecah dara budak tu.
tapi tergugat jugak lah bontot dia.
asset kot!
i don't know how much this will cost us.
hopefully not much (provided abah proceed with not waiting for insurance sebab lama)
& hopefully not long (if proceeding without insurance is too expensive)
macam tak cukup masalah kan sem ni?
dah, dah.
aku taknak complain dah.

oh & not to mention police station kat PJ tempat orang report-report accident (section 8 tu) gila bersepah sial.
"anda tetamu kami" my ass.
kalau betul tetamu takde kau nak suruh parking kat tempat yang parking dah full pun,
& mesti kau jemput kami duduk elok-elok jamu sirap ais ke apa ke.
sheesh.

19.2.11

semak.

weh semak sial otak sem ni.
semak.
semak.
semak.
semak.
semak.

semak sampai ke tahap nak derma darah esok pun susah.
haa.. beralih ke isu derma darah ni.
esok sampai khamis (ke rabu ntah) ada kempen derma darah kat UM.
masalahnya banner dia kecik alam, letak tepi jalan.
info pun haram takde.
korang nak orang datang ke taknak ni?
tolong la jangan otak lampi bab marketing strategies.
wa nak memberi ni.

ok dah habis rant bab tu.
kembali kepada bab semak.
bilik semak dah lama tak kemas.
sekarang aku semakkan ruang tamu dengan laptop, buku teks, manual dan serpihan-serpihan kertas.
tapi kerja masih tak progress.
everytime nak focus kat satu kerja, rasa macam meng-anak-tiri-kan kerja yang lain.
maka semua aku tak buat.

jadi, hilyah, anda tidak layak berasa semak!

18.2.11

i sometimes fancy myself not unlike Vancha March.

kadang-kadang, walaupun mimpi di malam (malam ke? more like pagi) hari agak merepek,
it does provide some measure of relief.
the snide remarks,
the crying, & playing victim,
the some sort of screaming match (tapi kepada orang lain yang tugasnya hanya menerangkan keadaan),
the get out of my house, why are you even here in the first place?
& the boyfriend (& tukang penerang yang tiba-tiba nak side dengan aku pulak) showing up & taking me out.
the best part was, the dream ended with me being with the people (& guppies!) i love. the people worth my love.

i went to sleep this morning with this thought on my mind;
i want to raise my kids & teach them that the concepts of "girlfriends are forever" & "bros before hoes" are bullshit,
because the moment you find that one life partner that you want to spend the rest of your life with,
your soulmate,
the being that completes you,
everything else around you will fall apart to accommodate for that one person,
& even though you've sworn to put your girlfriends & your bros first no matter what,
you're actually going to let it fall apart for this one person.
you'll believe that he/she will be part of your family,
& of course, family is what you'll ever need.
so yes.
this i shall teach to my children, when the right time comes.
when i'll hopefully spot telltale signs (which i should write down, lest i forget)
then marry them off (even if they're still young!)

i hope this (the dreams, the realizations) is sufficient as a closure for me.
i'm tired..
though i've long done feeling guilty
i want to be done feeling like a whore too
& if i can, i want to be done feeling like you're the whore too.
perasaan-perasaan kesat ni is, of course, kesat.
we've already taken the steps to go our own separate ways
all we have to do is keep walking.

ohh don't be fooled. this post is as full as Gaga's eggs was.

14.2.11

untitled (1)

When i say you're my reason for living,
I'm not fucking kidding.

You can also be my reason for (not) sleeping-
whichever,
if you want to.
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12.2.11

so tell me
how do i forget
when days like today happens so oftenly
waking up with you foremost on my mind
feelings so strong, so real, so new
like not a moment has passed
since we still had you
but i just can't put my finger on it
why? or what? or who?
has made me miss you
could it be the roses?
so fresh & so readily there on the dining table
could it be last night's dream?
though as much as i try to i cannot place you
it's days like today
that makes me grapple with words
& struggle with what's real & what's deceit
& forcing myself to go back to sleep
in search of that one person's face i have come to miss.

9.2.11

i'm going to start titling my untitled posts, Untitled (number).

no matter how insignificant, it is still hard to swallow, yes?
apparently, yes.
iya. saya mungkin akan struggle bila awak bernikah nanti. whenever that is.
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on a related note,
it's annoying how chrome does not allow for editing in terms of font size & colour, yes?
apparently, yes.

5.2.11

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sometimes we forget.http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=188657234492662&set=a.148386281853091.24521.100000451600055

4.2.11

apa-apa jelah.

i actually, completely forgot about the first year mark of BNO singapore yesterday. hooray! jadi aku takdelah gone mana kan? hahah many thanks to ikhwan for the distractions of the past 2 days. depression-prediction totally wrong.

anyway nah layla nak blogging again

silakan:

,layla nawsuihn8 cflks;

budak ngantuk tapi taknak tidur memang selalu macamtu.

pastu sekarang dia nak kekel (uncle) dia blog pulak.

silakan kekel:

~hee, segan~

kekel gedik. dahlah.. kita tutup blog paling tak masuk akal ni. bye, lala...

bnhyeeee

(lala cakap 'bye')

2.2.11

It feels wrong to be closing my eyes right now
It feels wrong to be awake
It feels wrong to be feeling sad
It feels wrong to feel okay
It feels wrong to be counting down the seconds
It feels wrong to be reminiscing
It feels wrong to be missing
Yet it feel wrong to be forgetting
It feels wrong being oblivious

It feels wrong to be looking at the clock
It feels wrong to be looking at the date
It feels wrong to be looking at my fish, even
But then again, what could ever feel right right now?
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