Semalam sempat terkembang bila dia perasan saya macam Gabriella Montez. Dia kata, waktu 
pertama lihat Gabriella, dia teringat saya. If that was supposed to be his biggest kept secret… dia buat saya perasan. Sejak dari itulah dia menjadi penggemar no.1 HSM. Tapi saya juga perasan dia macam Troy Bolton. Jadi kami memang secocok!!! Bak kata orang putih, we have the chemistry. Kenapa chemistry ya? Kalau ditranslatekan balik – kami ada kimia. Hah, pelik!
macam Sharpay kepada Ryan. Atau di rumah, saya agak gedik seperti Sharpay. Walauapa pun, saya lebih suka pendapat si dia yang mengatakan saya seperti Gabriella! Dengan perasaan yang agak confident (perkataan confident tak dapat difikirkan bahasa melayunya), kami telah menukarkan nama kami menjadi Zuff Efron dan Nabilah Hudgens. Bunyinya juga sesuai! Kan kan???
orang perfect kan? (perkataan 'perfect' tak dapat saya fikirkan bahasa melayunya). Dia kata saya sesuai menjadi seperti Blair Waldorf di atas beberapa sebab yang tak sampai hati saya nak luahkan di sini (akan mendatangkan banyak kontroversi) lagipun initial kami sama – 'B'. Tapi sebenarnya saya rasa jiwa saya lebih kepada Serena van der Woodsen. Mungkin sebab saya memang suka Blake Lively sejak dari Sisterhood of Travelling Pants dan sama sekali tidak pernah mengenali 
Leighton Meester sebelum dia menjadi 'B', dalam kata lain, popularitinya kurang.
tak dapat recall (perkataan 'recall' tak dapat saya fikirkan bahasa melayunya) bila kali terakhir saya menulis dalam bahasa Melayu – masa SPM kot. Jangan pandang rendah dengan penggunaan Bahasa Melayu saya walaupun ayat saya tidak berbunga-bunga, tapi saya adalah pencapai A1 dalam SPM Bahasa Melayu. Sebab… saya adalah Perempuan Melayu dan amat berbangga!There'll be a piano at our Annual Grand Dinner. Awww… wish I have my piano books now.
Piano – one of my favourite functional furniture at home. I remember going on piano hunting with papa and my sisters years back and found wide choices of piano, but nothing is better compared to our shiny black mahagony upright piano. Papa always get the best for us despite of the price. Since I'm far away from home, I wonder if my piano ever get tender thumps from anyone. Therefore whenever I'm back, if I don't go whacking on my laptop, I would have spent a lot of time on the piano.
Reminiscing of Miss Lee Si Si, the fiercest piano teacher I've ever had. I had been locked for hours in a room all alone to practice on one particular piece til I got it perfectly, she had always chosen me the most difficult piece to play for our annual concert, and I once made her proud of me when I got the highest mark for one particular theory exam amongst the students of our Maestro Yamaha SS19.
If only I got a better piano teacher, I would have had continue my piano lesson I reckon, and I would join in Hanson in their band and go tour around the world. Miss Lee had taught five members in my family on piano but none of us successfully completed the course. Oh wait, was she the one teaching Nawal & Naufal piano as well? Maybe I was too daft to tell her to teach me on more pleasurable pieces to play since the first few piano books were totally tedious. I knew I had in mind to play the Hitz Parade or something like that (just like my other friends did that time), but the idea just didn't get to her concern. And perhaps, I should have had told my mom to tell the school that I wasn't all comfortable with that Miss Lee who always sneeze. If it's not because of Miss Lee Si Si, I wouldn't know even as simple chord as C major. But if only I got a better teacher, maybe I'm now next to Maxim and on my way to get insurance for my fingers.
Oh whatever… that never once had crossed my mind. I am certain to become a doctor, and better get this childhood dream of mine! So, baca la buku...!!!
That was the sleepiest class so far this week!
When Dr. W walked into the class for Anesth this afternoon, the reflection of him on my first glance "Wow, retro!", he is a reminiscent of the good old 70s where pointy glasses, leather jacket and bell bottoms were zealously the-in-thang. Despite of his exotic look, he also has those pointy spectacles and quite a 'trendy' jacket on (where lecturers usually come in their so-doctorish white blazers). With a quite familiar look, I added "dia ni mcm… penyanyi2 zaman dulu, boria ke kugiran like that kan?", then Ima and Kim came with a more precise picture of him "dia ni macam pelakon Nana Tanjung tulaaa!". Oh great, there goes the description of my so called lecturer to whom I failed to give 100% attention.
Perhaps it was the seat where I sat in class today. Be seated on the very last row (very top) at the center of the class was not quite suitable for me. Nevertheless, the seat psychogenic-ally injected sedative anesthesia and thus inactivated my Reticular Activating System (a.k.a the RAS) or I'm not sure how exactly the pharmaco-dynamic of anesthetic sedative drugs work (damn!). The front seats have always had my name visibly written on them as I am always one of the members of 'Front Seat-ers Community' ever since I started studying in lecture halls (college I mean... sbb dekat sekolah duluasyik kena duduk belakang jerrr!).
It was quite a struggled to keep these superior and inferior palpebras (a.k.a eyelids) widely gaping from each other. I was figuring out ways to keep me awake, and found little piece of butter bun in my bag. Eating seemed to help, temporarily. Then I took out my phone to see if there's something I can do and started to sms with Kak Nuzul. She grumbled about her first day of ko-as
at the pediatric department. She was on call since yesterday and only came back home for few minutes for shower. Awww… kesian.
Oh well, check out this picture captured in class, sorry I couldn't get his photo from the front side, maybe posterior helps my description - Posterior view of Nana Tanjung.
Talking about phone, the GSM provider of the company which I'm using now is making such big mess with me. I keep getting promotion on countless smsses since this morning! The message tone kept beeping and I kept on be cheated as I am always thrilled of the sound hoping to receive sms from Zhaf ke… so far I've been receiving about 50 of the same freaking sms! Irritating gile nak mati nak kena penyepak dgn *tOot* Sabar… sabar…
Okay I think I better get my evening nap now before this blood pressure elevates again.
Ouh, magical! It worked! So now I can start working at this juncture.
*Slipping off her fluffy flip flops and twisting her gangly legs into a modified pretzel position, making herself comfortable blogging in Ms word with a slight jakun-ness*
Now I can have more colorful blog (Blogger color palette is too limited though…). First topic first, my proud-off hydrangea died. No elaboration on that, I still can't diagnose her problem yet. But Miss Pink Rose is blooming another bud.
Secondly, am listening to Flirty At Ten-thirty on Fly Fm as usual. Quite awful on tonight's flirt, but not surprised on how mean people nowadays can be. Sometimes, it may seems mean, but I'm sure there must be a strong reason on every wicked act that goes round the world. Uh, zaman sekarang, nothings so surprising and always ready to expect the unexpected. Truth hurts, live with it!
I'm trying to learn how to read novels, as not a very reading-type of me. *taking deep breath* currently reading Total Rush by Deirdre Martin and fairly getting keen on it. The last novel I remember reading was Sophie Kinsella Shopaholic Series and it happened years back, and totally in loved with em! Those were the only novels I could fit myself into and had a lot of imagination of myself as Rebecca. Oh, not forgotten, I read Konserto Terakhir and constructively finished the whole book within a day even before the new session of school started! It always comes snooping in my mind, how one can get so emotionally endured when they are reading or watching movie, hence whimpering cried to soak the whole pillow out? Some people cried watching the Titanic, One Liter of Tears, reading the Notebook, P/s I Love You, etc… Tips my friend, if you ever came across reading or watching something awful, snap out of your wild imagination on imagining yourself in the picture!! ain't that easy? Or am I just too cold? Hatiku kering mungkin?
Ya, mungkin juga.
I miss home. (Short ad)
Maybe I should get some of the Public Health work done and dozed off (best way to suppress homesickness). Oh yea, I went to the polyclinic the other day. It is one of our IKM tasks, and didn't expect it to be such an easy task. Supposedly, we met the director of the clinic and interview him/her about their management, but the doctor was too busy I reckon that he offered to take our interview questions as his homework and will get the answer typed and done. Baik kan?
Okay lets try how this work in between Microsoft word and Blogger. I just knew that they have this kinda connection that whenever I typed here in Ms can be posted directly to my blog. So… see if this works.
Abracadabraaaaa
*pOoF*
And so comes the red hot clutch…
Oops, spoiler!!!
Mozza Burger this evening didn’t really taste as yummy as it was years back. Did the Mozza actually have pickles in it? Eeuu… practically that was my lunch which was eaten during dinner. One fact proven today – shopping suppress hunger. That’s one of many easy and fun diet tips I’ve ever discovered. I would be so trim and slender if I were rich and all the money would be spent on clothing, accessories, entertainment and health but not food.
Talking about shopping, I wonder if I have such expensive touch. Whenever browsing on the clothing line, I would grab to check out on the most expensive outfit in the line. I never really wardrobe shopping here in Indon, maybe I should try sometimes. I found out that there are some nice clothing lines at Centerpoint on tolerably affordable prices and renowned quality such as The Executives, Simplicity and such. I ought to get some outfit to class, rather than casual ones. Concerning on another stressful 3 months to survive in this so-called ‘The Lucky Malang’, I need retail therapy besides all the massages, hair spas, mani and pedicures. Since the currency exchange rate has severely plunged, hopefully my fund benefactors will take this matter on their deeper concern and thus bank-in some extra numbers and decimals in my bank account. Amin…
I woke up this morning with much anticipation to visit the nursery. No no, not that nursery… but Splendid, the market where they sell plants and pets. Well, I got a pot of pink rose tree and a big white pot of yellow hydrangea. The hydrangea will turn purple as it grows. My other two housemates were keen on edible plants, but due to the prices which were a little more than their budgets, seeds seems to be good enough. As we returned home all sweaty and nasty (I was carrying my hydrangea in a pot all the way home because the bapak beca was so demanding on the price! Padan muka tak dapat duit langsung, we rather walk!), our other housemates were just woke up and Zana cynically said that my flower will last for at least a week, oh well we’ll see about that…!
Well sayang, since you always see me as Blair Waldorf, I dedicate this hydrangea for you (remember Blair's house always have these flowers on her round table by the stairs?)
Sunday is showing up tomorrow… see if I can start blogging about my chockfull Jogja trip. And yes, put up some pictures here. I just gotta blog about the bursting bus tyre.
