Sports Inter-Batch Carnival

 

Some might say (me! me!), “Why the hell did IMSA suddenly organised a lot of events when exams are just around the corner? Seniors boleh la, diorang dah habis exams.”

 

But I must admit, today was one hell of a fun day. I’m actually glad I dragged my cough, flu and sore throat under the baking sun and rainy clouds to cheer for my batch

 

 

Girls’ volleyball match. Super juniors VS Seniors.

 

  

Our batch’s football team. Kenapakah ada perempuan?

 

Pertandingan Membawa Getah Menggunakan Straw

 

 

Woh there was this one lecturer who managed to eat 32 bananas in 2 minutes.

 

 

Lecturers playing Bowling Kelapa. Yes, in sarees.

 

Pertandingan Tarik Tali

 

 

Mimi mencapub because she won the lucky draw

 

 

S-E-R-A-N-G-G-A  P-I-L-I-H-A-N

 

Mighty Ape

 

Budak kecik who cycled tengah-tengah padang. His bicycle’s side mirror is in the shape of mickey mouse weh (gambar tiada kena mengena)

 

The real reason why I came as early as 9 am. Ho ho ho.

 

 

I was bias because I only took pictures of my batch’s stall

 

I bought:

1. Roti jala : which I left somewhere uneaten

2. Roti John : ate half, threw away half

3. Combo hotdog + float + fries : ate half, gave away half

4. Cupcake: Ate half, dropped the other half.

5. Cekodok: Ate 2 pieces, gave away the rest

6. Chocolate cake: Ate less than half, gave away and at last left it somewhere.

7. Milo ice-cream pong pong : This one, I finished it

 

I like wasting. What to do  =_=’

 

In case you’re wondering, no I didn’t join anything. I was there solely for the purpose of cheering. Heheh. I kaki bangku, kaki garden benches, kaki kerusi meja makan, kaki kerusi office dan yang sewaktu dengannya.

 

And to answer people’s question of “Kenapa muka you merah?”

 

I SUNBURN LA WEY.

Lepas ni nak duduk berkurung dalam rumah and boycott cermin for one week.

 

And then I arrived home at 7.30 pm . And then I opened our batch’s blog to check for any latest assignments. And then I saw there were 2 physio and 1 biochem assignments to be submitted TOMORROW. And then I went,

 

“Oh. Fuck.”

 

And that’s the ending of my day.

UverWorld

The only band I minat gila tahap stalking simpan folder gambar jadikan desktop is,

 

 

 

UVERWORLD

 

Whoever watches Bleach/ D Gray-Man/Blood +/Mobile Suit Gundam 00 should know this Japanese band ^_^

Their songs are a mixture of hard rock, electronic and post-punk.

Ok la, there’re some ballad songs as well like Hitori Ja Nai Kara and Rainy. Skip SKIP.

But the other songs are seriously AWESOME I TELL YOU.

You can start by listening to Colors Of The Heart. Or D-Technolife. Or Revolve. Those are among my favourites ^_^

No kutuk-ings are allowed.

 

 

 

 

 

Bear-bat Uverchan

 

Get me an exact key chain look-alike and I’ll clean your house for these 5 years of MBBS

 

 

2009 album, Awakeve

 

It was released in February. FEBRUARY ok. Now’s already the end of June.

 

Whoever balik Malaysia, yo! my birthday is coming! (is actually in August =_=)

Present becomes future

One day, I’ll be that person in the boring white lab coat (ceh perasan. grades macam taik). That’s one of the things I’m definite of. Even now, I have so many plans, so many changes I couldn’t wait to do. I feel excited just thinking about them.

 

But that one day is still so far that I couldn’t possibly predict it. I am continuously trying to adapt; the world changes like a ticking clock and I know I will change along with it. The me 2 years from now won’t be the same me presently no matter how hard I try not to be different.

 

I know that and I accept that fact yet I couldn’t help wondering; will my priorities remain the same?

 

When I have bills and cars and houses (berapa buah rumah you nak??) to pay for, when the time comes that I have to find my own opportunities in life, when I have to step solely into the world and create my future, will my priorities remain unchanged?

 

Will I want the same things I want now? Or will they be forgotten, driven away by my own needs?

 

Played here with my friends late at night and was thrown out by the guard. Bila Pak Guard hilang, we came back an hour later to continue playing the slides.

 

Do you remember when you were still a kid, how content you were with life? How happy it felt just being on the swings and laughing merrily?

 

We weren’t greedy back then.

 

Being here, constantly witnessing those who aren’t so lucky in life, it made me realised just how greedy I am. I couldn’t be like them; I couldn’t not want more in life. I could not be content with what I have. Because I know there’s so much more to be achieved. So many things I could possess that I not know of now. So many possibilities that I have yet to discover.

 

I don’t understand, how could people have so little and be so happy? I didn’t think these people existed before. Those who have low expectations in life, who are thankful for every little things gifted upon them and yet why are they the ones who could enjoy the world fully? 

 

How is that even possible?

 

I’m envious.

That Time I was in Miri

It’s already 4.15 am. Somehow, I couldn’t sleep and I’m super-duper hungry *rolling on the floor throwing a tantrum*

 

Haih. Let’s just wait for Subuh.

 

I think I miss my family. I think lah. HAHAHA.

 

 

My mum in the super-cute Japanese blouse. Haha. Sukati je bagi nama baju.

 

 

My dad shaved his hair off during umrah. I told him he looked like durian/rambutan.

 

 

Zatyfaty must must must posed in Dynasty Hotel’s rest room every single time (next time recharged your own digicam and stop using mine!)

 

 

 

And I always joined her. HAHAHA.

 

 

 

At Tony Roma’s. Argh, my face looked so chubby in comparison!!

 

 

 

Hani and Kak Us. Why la my maid looked so happy.

 

 

Mum made me wear jubah for doa selamat Should have followed my sis to Crocodile Farm because then I got to wear a t-shirt.

 

 

Oh oh oh, one of my family members is M.I.A. in the pictures. I am boycotting Yazeed gemok because he didn’t buy me the RM 10 TELUK CEMPEDAK Malaysian Sign Languange t-shirt even after I’ve reminded him a lot of times. Siap hantar message from India lagi. His excuse was that I wouldn’t be at home until Raya and that he’d buy me one before I came home. Excuse rejected!!

 

I want it now, I want it now lah! Nevermind the fact I won’t be able to wear it!

 

Sukati la I wanna emo because of an RM 10 t-shirt. Bluek.

 

Baby First:

 

 

Anak jiran sebelah. Look look, her hair is almost like mine when I was small. Naik ke atas, hohoho.

 

 

Baby Second:

Come on baby, yawn. YAWN I SAID.

 

 

Pandaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

 

 

Baby Third:

   

 

 

Oh comel comel. And heavy.

 

I coincidentally wore the same tudung =_=

 

I said to my mum, “Mum, let’s adopt!”

She said, “Heh! Once you’re done playing with the baby you’d just hand him/her to Kak Us.”

 

But of course. Wasn’t that obvious?

The Answer

Ok people. Stop asking the how-come-you-don’t-like-anyone question. I’m sick of it.

 

To me, there’s more to life than love.

 

Love holds a high value yet it could stoop as low. I live by that philosophy. It ain’t what makes my world revolves. If I were to choose between love and money, I would probably go for money. That makes me a heartless materialistic girl isn’t it?

 

Heh.

 

It isn’t that I don’t believe in love. I do. I’m not ignorant enough not to admit that. But above it all, it is something that could hurt deeper than the happiness it brings. That makes people smile before they eventually cry. It stabs you from behind when you eventually let your guards down. It builds and it crushes.

 

It’s no surprise I learned to dislike love.

 

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being weak. Being emotionally dependent, having my heart attached to a string, I detest those. If I were to cry, I would rather it be because of me. If I were to laugh, I would rather know when it will end. I would rather have no ending than a hopeless happy ending. Because I only have one life, because I only have one shot at this world, I don’t want to have to share it with anyone else. I don’t want people to determine anything for me. Let me control my own life and everything in it. Hands off everyone.

 

To be honest, I don’t think I’m capable of loving anyone   Beyond my circle of family and friends, I cannot spare the feelings for anyone else. I have nothing to give. Receiving makes me feel indebted; I don’t like owing anyone anything. If anything, it’s another burden that weighs me down. And I happen to be straight-forward. When I  hate, I say it (bawak la I gi shopping. I’m very helpful!). I wouldn’t bother putting on a kind face. That’s not my way. I would just end up hurting people.

 

And yes, I’m scared of being hurt. It’s the only risk I’m not willing to take in life. We are fragile beings no matter how tough we seem to act. Even the most content people couldn’t escape that. I learned that a heart is meant to be broken. That’s one of the things someone must experienced in life in order to be matured, to learn. To grow up. It’s necessary.  But you know what, I don’t have the time to nurse a broken heart

 

 

If those make me a fool, if those proved how much of a coward I am, then I am a cowardly fool.

 

Love is great. But it’s just not for me

 

But but but, of course, I’m also a flexible person. If I ever met a guy who:

 

1. Is a multi-millionaire
2. Keeps a mistress overseas or anywhere far from where I’m living and could keep him occupied enough
3. Ignores me as his wife
4. Only comes home 3 days in a week or preferably less
5. Writes in his will that when he died, all his worldly possession will be handed to me

 

I’ll come running faster than neurons send impulses.

 

Maybe I’ll change one day, maybe I won’t. Who knows. For now, love is still under the great file of “A Waste Of Emotion”.

 

Till then.

 

P.S: Mum and Dad, you don’t have to worry, I’m planning to adopt. There are so many family-less children in this world.

Drums and Basket

As I arrived early (for once) for drum class,

 

“Nurisa! I was about to call you.” 

 

Oops.

 

“Did you touch the drums ever since your last class?”

 

Flashed my 1000 megawatt smile, shook my head. Eheh.

 

I’ve been absent for a month (pindah rumah, balik Malaysia, overslept). It’s not my fault really. These last few weeks had been really packed. So it’s no surprise that I played like budak kecik ketuk tin Milo.

 

“Why are you wearing slippers? You should wear sneakers next time. It’ll be hard for you to control the foot pedals.”

 

I never wore flip flops to drum class but somehow yesterday I put them on without thinking. Dah la the groovy beats required both feet to control the high hats and bass drum foot pedals.  I ended up playing barefoot =_=

 

 

*salivate*

 

Now I have to find a boyfriend who’d buy me a set and then break up with him. I want Tama Imperialstar Series ok. Bronze mist metallic ok. Bronze. 

 

 

Anyway, I went out with Mimi and Qish last night. When I came home from shopping, kawan-kawan tengah berusrah in my house with kakak senior.

 

(Ashamed). Ehem.

 

But I’ve finally managed to find what I’ve been searching for! When I moved, the first thing I badly wanted to buy was…guess what?

 

A rattan laundry basket. Seriously. I found one at Lifestyle and it was only Rs 761 (about RM 50). The others I found were all over Rs 1000. Cheh. Kat Malaysia murah je.

 

My laundry basket yang comel

 

Such a boring life that I got so excited over a mere laundry basket

Here and there

A friend told me he likes reading my blog because I make it my pastime to brag and complain. Cheh. Siapa terasa tercekik biji durian sekarang.

 

Okies, more about the new house. Tak habis-habis with the new house kan? If you’re bored of it, pergi makan roti.

 

I’ve newly discovered that moving into a new house is fun (apart from the cleaning and unpacking). It’s an excellent excuse to shop for new things! New furniture, new carpets, new curtains…. new everything lah. Talking like a true bimbo. Wey, I’m doing medicine ok.

 

 

Anyway, it’s an experience I’ve never experienced before.

 

Scene 1

 

Uncle Kedai: This one is 3500 rupees. That one is only 1700 rupees.

Us: Eh, both look the same. How come that one is more expensive?

Uncle Kedai: That one made in Malaysia. Very good wood. This one made in India. Not so good.

Us: Oooooooooooooo…

Uncle Kedai: You are Malaysians?

Us: Hah? No no no. We’re from Singapore. Singapore next to Malaysia.

Uncle Kedai: Oh! Singapore!

Us: Yes yes.

Uncle Kedai: This one, expensive. Wood not good. *pointing to the table made in Malaysia* This one, India. Very good!

 

=_=  Uncle Kedai very talam dua muka.

 

 

Scene 2

 

Us: What’s your best price?

Uncle Kedai: 1500 rupees

Us: But we’re buying 3 mirrors. THREE.

Uncle Kedai: 1500 rupees

Us: Can you give us 450 rupees for each piece?

Uncle Kedai: No no. This is my best price. Take it or leave it *writes 1300 rupees on the paper*

 

1300  = 433.33

  3

 

And I thought medic students sucked the most in Maths.