finally, you get to see a new post after eons of nothing, but the same post over and over again.
for people who bothered to come here, thank you =)

for this whole week, my new best friend is the packet of tissue paper.
without it, my life seemed to be in complete misery.
yes, it's crucial as it helps me to blow my nose.
if you noticed the balls of tissues in the dustbins,
those were mine.
i can't help but blow all these mucus out cause i can't breathe properly.
it got worser everyday since last friday.
after fever, then flu.
what's next??

all these irritating stuffs are accompanied by profuse coughing.
my throat feels narrowed and then there's this tingling feeling which led to a dry cough.
i just feel like grabbing the stick you used to scratch your back
and then insert it into my throat and scratch off this itchy feeling.

besides that, my voice broke.
it's just like as if i had gone through another puberty.
such a rare opportunity to hear this voice.
but, it itches again every time i talk.
and if i raise my voice, my nose would vibrate.
it tickles you know.

well, hopefully i'll recover before olevels.
if my new medicine still doesn't show any improvement, i'm so going doctor again, this monday.
MONDAY- a good day to go doctor so don't have to go school =P

I'm already dead. (choi! touchwood!)
my soul lies between the grimace textbooks and cluster papers.
my muscles seemed to protest for a break these few days of non-stop stressing hours.

i'll resurrect on the last day of olevel, perhaps.
for now, you see my soul walking around in school.
don't be afraid of my own spirit.
if you get scared and run away from her, she'll haunt you.
treat her like a normal human being.
my spirit won't harm you, if you don't harm her.

yiming, you're sitting next to my soul.
just a word of advice, she can be insane at times.
nudge her whenever you want if you catch her daydreaming in class.

exactly 1 more month to olevel sci practical from today.
scared?
DEFINITELY.

sometimes, you just don't know when good things will come by.
it may just come out of the blue, even when someone is harassing you. at that point of moment.
you never know.

i was totally out of my mind that point. i didn't know what i was thinking.
the inside of my head seemed to be in complete disarray, as though my brain had been ransacked.
no hope. i thought. why bother thinking about it.

the high pitch tone of the ringing telephone gave my heart a huge leap.
i was hoping to hear someone's distinct voice.
my heart withered like a weak flower every time it wasn't the voice i expected.
it wasn't for me though.
it was for granny.
in fact the telephone kept ringing for an uncountable number of times that i just felt like plucking off the wires.
grandpa was laughing out loud, watching a comedy.
i wished i could join in.


another ring.
as i grumbled and barely noticing my hands were balled into fists, i realised that my walk to the telephone booth was always a zombie-steps experience.
such a rare moment. i thought.

"Hello?" i answered the call.
"Hello, nurul eh? Is granny there?"

i raised up my head.
For several seconds, i stoned and there was pure confusion hanging on my face.
yes, this voice, it sounded so familiar.

"Is this mak ngah? Mak ngah? From US, Seattle?" i questioned, breaking the long silence.

"Yeah...How are you?" she replied.

A look of great excitement suddenly dawned on my face.
From a long frown, to a bright and lively smile.
yes..that was what i've awaited for.

"Why you call?"

That was the only dumbest question that popped in my head.
I was too excited that I became tongue-tied.
A sense of guilt struck me for asking such a bonus question, which might seem rude.

"Nah..it's the fasting month. So that's why I just wanted to talk to nenek" she replied, in such a calm manner.

I felt someone tapping on my shoulder.
When i turned around, nenek was mumbling to me. i couldn't hear a thing.
With great reluctance, I had to hand over the phone to nenek.
I stood next to her while she talked to mak ngah, hoping I could get a chance to talk to her.
It was futile anyway. Mom kept bugging me to hurry up and go to paya lebar.

In the end, i had to leave the house without a chance to talk to her.
If only such rare moments could happen again..

P.S i'm not trying to be so drama here but i's just trying to write a compo. hehe. practicing for EL paper la..

L O V E S:

- Family
- Friends
- Donuts
- Sushi
- Takoyaki
- PINK
- Cycling
- Badminton
- Listening to music
- DANCING
- Laughing
- Admiring cute magnets (those stuck at the fridges)
- Playing at the monkey bars and swing
- Prefers soupy food than fried food
- Eating Quails eggs (telur burung in malay)



W I S H E S:

- Paris Hilton Can Can perfume
- Driving license
- Visit to Universal Studio
- Go snorkelling
- Visit Hong Kong disneyland
- Visit Hong Kong Wax museum
- My own DSLR camera