Blue Baju Kurung

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

tell the World I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

My respond, "I haven't get any drop of rain on my palms, yet. And Klang is no less hot than Cairo."

This year, I don't know what's so exciting about going home. If it wasn't because of my responsibility to my parents and elective posting, I preferred to sit quietly in my room in Cairo and read books, watch movie or fall asleep to the breeze by the rent house balcony. And if I am a guy, I'd travel alone or with a partner across Europe. 

As we arrived at KLIA, I lazily pulled the luggage trolley out. Like I said, I lost my excitement about going home. 

You, especially those who will be spending Eid in Egypt or any parts of the world other than Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku would slam me for saying that because this year, I've decided to join my housemate going back to Egypt a little bit late. I know, guilty as charged, right? Blame it on my daredevil instincts. 

Then again, I had my little brother here. Things felt better when I met my former high school tutor yesterday in an event. Puan Rohana, who made Physics and Additional Mathematics easy remembered me. I think that's a good sign.  

Maybe excitement is about to start soon.

Oh yes, speaking about that, I was a tuition addict back in high school. Nah, just for PMR and SPM. Biology at Bandar Bukit Tinggi, Physics and AddMath at Taman Sri Andalas and Chemistry at Klang town. 

Ala-ala menuntut dari mahaguru la ni. Haha.  Many students thought it won't be necessary for Biology tuition. You can read Biology by yourself. But hey, when you got better teaching, lesson is more interesting (good commercial catchphrase). 

Actually no, the real thing is, I was so lazy to read and practice by myself. That's why I registered into those tuition classes. You gotta do what you gotta do, okay?

Okay... High school was over. I am already 23. Let's live the moment. I can't wait to cook for my family. Err, maybe after Raya? Hehe. 



p/s: That 'tuition-addict-kind of spirit' I was trying to grab in Medicine. I know I can. God let me pass fifth year. 

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.