Bleeding Case Twice but Not This

I should post something short inspired by blood. Because we medical students must find five minutes getaway from 'hemoconcentration', 'hematocrite value', 'complete blood count', etc.

For an amateur like me, ideas won't come out easily. So, as soon as something pops into my mind, I will grab whatever in my hands to scribble down. Sticky notes, mini note book and the latest, a file entitled, 'Confidential' in my Samsung Galaxy S3. Well not the latest from Samsung but the newer phone than my humble, simple Nokia. 

I accidentally delete everything. I don't know how it happened but it happened, All 'prototypes' survived except this little dark one. 

Kids, copying and pasting using keyboards are better than using smartphone. Not that smart, huh?

I can only remember, 

"She ran her dagger softly, from the boy's throat downwards. How she smelt like vanilla sedated him. That dagger was neatly secured into his chest."

"She hugged him so hard that her white robe stained with blood, as if not to let one drop on the ground."

"His smile faded but both he and Amaya were happy."

Something I would write for my high school essays. Ah those days. 

Despite I lost it, I don't think I'll rewrite the same thing. It won't be the same the second time. 

Your Rainbow is with Me

Pemanas sendi-sendi jari tuan punya yang telah lama tak ada ilham. Terimalah, 

Pelangi Kelabu

Patutnya sekarang 

Aku sedang ubah suai projek peribadi aku.

Berbulan tarik tali, kata hati masih tak bulat.

Dari petang tadi jiwa tak keruan.

Beberapa jam sebelumnya dada aku sakit.

Perut, paru-paru atau jantung?

Tapi terlalu dekat tajamnya pada bucu jantung.

Selalunya beberapa saat.

Hari ini bisa helaan nafas lebih lima minit.

Apa kata kalau ajal di dalam sebuah dewan?

Mula-mula takut.

Kelamaan saraf euforia.

Pasti aku boleh tidur dengan tenang.

Berbanding benda sial yang wajib atas tengkuk aku.

Maut lebih manis.

Logiknya aku tak perlu terkejut.

Dongak ke atas sana.

Rembulan bercahaya penuh.

Patutlah.

Rekaan monolog terbaru. Nikmatilah perasanya. Rasakan sengsara itu, sama ada benar-benar wujud dalam kisah aku atau menurut khayalan kamu.

p/s: Sekali-sekala. 

Lacey Flint

We agreed to check out Cheshire Oaks Designer Outlets. Some of the girls prepared aims to several items. Me? I prefer, “I’ll buy something if there’s one catching my eyes.”

I loved shopping, but didn’t plan shopping as part of my UK-Eire trip. I was more into sightseeing. 

So, unfortunately, I couldn’t join the same fun as the girls did. But I was glad to see their bright eyes. I was so easy to be pleased.

Perhaps I was amazingly specific on what I want that none of the items at the brand outlets seem to be good deals to me. 50%, 70% cut off? Still a no. 

Or perhaps designer bags and shoes were too exclusive to a cheap person like me, that I didn't think how I performed in Paediatrics End Round Exam deserved such reward.

As they entered the last store, I entered a bookstore there. How I appreciate the bookworm side of me.  

I usually preferred biographies and factual books but I decided to move to another genre. I saw Nelson Mandela biography but my fingers were only passing by it. 

Since I loved my first chiller novel, I wanted more goose bumps this time.

Alas, I bought ‘Like This, For Ever’ by S. J. Bolton.  

In this novel, a character felt close to me was Lacey. She loved walking near the river at night; while couple of months ago I fantasized doing the same thing with Nile River. 

It is like, “Hey, we have a thing in common, Lacey!”

Luckily, I sublimated that wild fantasy into staring at Cliffs of Moher, Ireland on February 5.

  

These days, instead of the sky, I tend to choose the sea. Uh-uh. 

Better Off Alone

I was so lucky to be chosen as one of participants of a leadership course from 5^th December to 8^th December held by the embassy and scholarship sponsors.

We were divided into groups. In one of the group sessions, we were instructed to draw a tree/plant that represents us. Then all members, not knowing whose sketches in each paper, guess the personality of the persons who draw them.

Okay, my drawing’s turn.

I drew a bird on a branch to symbolize my one and only brother. One mistaken for a squirrel.

I filled the tree bark with few wrinkles. One interpreted as someone who is the oldest in our group. Hooray! You are good.

Next, another guess,

“This person is lonely,” because I didn't draw other objects around that tree such as human and swing.

I thought I put simplicity statement vividly enough by not adding other structures around my symbolic tree.

Maybe the right sentence is, “This person loves to be left alone.” I don’t know. I should know myself better.

Okay, NOW I feel lonely when I relate to certain issues. Could he/she be true?

p/s: Lately my fantasy is to stand alone watching Nile river in the night. Unfortunately that’s impossible. It’s too unsafe to fulfill that crazy 2013 fantasy and it’s already Disember 14, almost New Year 2014. Lol.