Assalamualaikum all

Ramadhan is passing by soooooooooo fast that there was actually a week where I woke up and went, “Ouh man… It’s only Monday, what am I suppose to wear?” and I find myself waking up again going, “OMG! It’s FRIDAY!! What happened from Tuesday to Thursday?!” It was a 2-minute-what-just-happened stoning moment for me. I think that was last Friday and Yo! It’s Thursday today. Besok Friday. OH.MY.GOSH.

Anyway, how can someone digressed at the start of the post? I can.

Anywhoo… nenek (grandma) has been hospitalised for more than a week now. It’s horrible. I feel hopeless and helpless seeing her condition. Been visiting hospital straight after work everyday. I hope this somehow makes up for not attending weekend family gathering.

My bedtime habit is reading before I go to bed. No, not Peter Pan, thanks. I usually start reading from 2100 all the way to 0030. I need to read before I sleep! Wajib! (Mandatory!) Haha…

Eating Polar’s Chicken Pie, 7-11 Tong Garden Hotties, long story short improper food is making me sick to my stomach. Don’t let me get there. Improper food, reaching home after 10, short bed time reading session and sahur just drains me!

Before you go all, budak ni tak ikhlas jaga nenek (I’m not sincere visiting my grandma), let me say that I’m just complaining cause I’m not taking care of myself well and alllllll I wanna doooo…. is complaint.

My neck hurts. Maybe from looking down too much. I wanna blame Sorted Food youtube channel. They’re flapping addictive.

My shoulder aches. I have tension headache for years now. I need a massage.

My lower back hurts – particularly on the right – must be my sitting position while playing music hero on the phone.

My eyes are sleepy it’s affecting my head. I just wanna flip people.

My butt hurts – I’ve been sitting too long. What am I suppose to do? Use Photoshop while standing?

OMG… My calendar just popped out – I’ve gotta run for a meeting! Gonna stop complaining for a while.

But first, lemme do this


Thank You God for allowing me to sigh and still be in one piece. Many of my sisters and brothers in Humanity don’t even get that chance. 😥

Bullet Vs Needle

What did you do yesterday?

Me? Oh, nothing, went to work, got my blood drawn into testubes and got back to work before going home and read a nice novel.

Had a health check up yesterday and the last time I got shot was say… Primary 6? That was like what…. 12 years ago? Haha… I wish! Whatever it is, has been more than 10 year since I got a human stick a needle in me on the arms. Of course in between that 10 years gap, I’ve bleed profusely for model making. As an architecture student, bleeding is part of the package. Trust me. It’s inevitable. Bahaha.

This health check up was voluntarily. Like I mentioned before, sometimes my body parts have a mind of it’s own. They didn’t even bother consulting my brain. SO RUDE! The next thing I know, I registered myself for the health check up and blood test is part of the package. I’ve always avoided health check ups with blood test cause, well, as you can tell by the first few paragraphs, needles are not my best friend. Totally cannot be a drug addict, I tell you.

Urine sample? Stool sample? Sure, take it… take it… I don’t need extra kilos on the weighing scale anyway.

Luckily at the registration counter, the staff was friendly and there was a makcik, so I asked her, “Sakit tak?” (Pain or not?). At the back of my mind, I swear I heard my inner voice telling me, ‘Makcik confirm say like ant bite one. Sure, confirm plus chop.’ So the makcik smiled at me, shook her head and said, “No la, like ant bite only.” OMG. I ALMOST BAWLED. People have got to stop lying about the ant bite phenomenon okay. I don’t even know what ant bite feels like. Mosquito bite, that one champion.


The queue for the blood taking station moved slowly compared to other stations. I mean, I totally understand. Need to find the vein, urgh, I’m getting woozy typing this, draw the blood, omg, I need to sit down. Thinking about this makes sick. I felt like telling the person, take your time but please, not too slow. My heart don’t take those kind of stress well. First world problem I tell you.


This part, gabra ready. I reflected what I have been doing for the past 2# years of my life and start to think of things that will bring me to a calm…. Personal Interest – John Reese .. ah…. Criminal Minds… Abang Morgan ah… Have you seen them when they got shot, bled and got up and continue like nothing happened?

Wah seh… I wanna be like them la. Right there and then, I felt like exiting the conference room and asking someone to shoot me – at the shoulder. If they can take it, so can I. Why shoulder? As you can see, I’ve had much time to think… not the legs, what if I walk with a limp? I still love my heels, so no, not legs or feet. Not the chest or heart, cause… well, you wanna die is it!!?? Not the arms, how am I suppose to eat? Not the head too cause, Hey! All I want is to avoid having an injection, bullet between my eyes is definitely taking things too far. Haha.

Next time have scenes where they get injected and still look cool okay directors…producers??? At least I can visualise and psycho myself better. Sheesh.

I also thought of running out and punching the arcade’s toy vending machine? with my fist, at one point. Is it vending machine? Haha. They can take the blood from my hands, hopefully if it bleeds. Haha. So many feelings and emotions in a short span of time.

When the lady called me, I showed her all kinds of expression except the brave mask. Must’ve left them in the train or something. She was very nice to calm me down but drama queen panics. She gave me the stress ball and told me which part she was gonna draw the blood from. That is the very last information of the year I needed, thanks. In between that I was like, hurry, hurry, get it over and done with or I’m running out NOW!

What I thought was the needle (finally), was just the lady rubbing the alcohol swab on my skin. OMG. THIS SEEMS FOREVER. Like this post. After the alcohol swab, I knew the needle comes in next. Heartbeat level: Usain Bolt. I quickly turned my head to her, before looking away again, she was aiming the needle(!!) already and said, “Err, sorry, can you talk to me? I’m scared.” She chuckled, stuck the needle… Ok la…. not pain, and we chatted. Hahahaha. It was a little ngilu (a little queasy, i think) when she pulled the needle out. But, yeah, it didn’t hurt like heartbreak or anything.

I think I’m ready for blood donation.


I think… I just found my new year’s resolution….

Better late than never, none?

My new resolution…? Update this space more often! Honestly, I blog a lot! But they were published in my head. Bahhhh…. With all these technologies, I hope one day, as we think, the words just forms itself on our gadget!

Speaking of technology, the ladies washroom at my office changed the sanitary pad bins recently. It was no longer the unconventional way where you have to stand or kangkang a bit while staying on the washing closet and dispose your lady stuff. The lid now opens by motion sensor. How cool is that! I need to get one for my house!!!

The design of the new bin is sleeker, in grey, gosh, how posh, slimmer and in oval shape. I think it’s not appearing well in your imagination but whatevs. If you want to know more, you can use my office’s washroom. Haha.

And because of this, they of course, took away the old bin and also a separate wall mounted bin which was an addition on top of the sanitary bins. Girls have lots of stuff to dispose you know….

The first time I entered my favorite cubicle, yes, I have favorite cubicle, I was pleasantly surprise but at the same time felt something was off, visually.

Apparently, since the new bin is slimmer, there was more leg space and the washing closet just looked ….. well, it didn’t look right. It is a little to the right and not centralised.

The first thought when I entered that cubicle?

“Oh my god! This bin is so gonna be my new bestfriend.”

“Eh wait, why is the jamban a little to the right? Ok, before I start my daily meeting, I shall push the jamban a little to the left.”

“*inner voice* Oi Mangkuk!! You think you’re some superhero is it? Any how suka-suka can push the floor and cemented jamban to where your eye pleases?”

Bahhhh….. Now I have to deal with unequal width space.

My Sister

One post before I drag myself out of the bed. One ah, just one post!

So on Monday, amidst doing work and almost, almost dozing off, I distracted myself with finding wallpaper for my phone.

The telefonku sayaaaaang (phone), has been sick for almost 2 months and HTC decides that the best way to save it is to reincarnate it. So, long story short: Factory reset!


When the person told me, “Have you back up everything?” I said yes FORGETTING that I did not screenshot/save my notes! There goes my WiFi password for everybody’s house. *slap self* There goes all the bus stop number that I’ve saved. There goes my vocab study notes for another language. Annnnnd, there goes my uni choices list. There goes part of my lifeeee…..*drama sikit* I mean, the best people are those whose house WiFi has no password or they share with you the password right??

Anyway, all this is due to my selengeness (silliness), so….errrr…. I man up la.

*back on track*

My previous phone wallpaper has been with me since day 1 and I cannot imagine having to live with another wallpaper. Sheldon Cooper disease ere.’

Lunch was spent reading book and searching for my previous wallpaper. I took it from Google and it seems like Google site was factory reset too cause, for nuts, I can’t find it. I mean, how hard can it be? Its so sexy and famous and they gave me other not up to standard choices *Bahahahahaha, what a joke Aqilah*

Out of the office to settle some stuff and in the cab, I was still searching for my wallpaper. 15 mins cab ride and I can’t find a replacement. My baby’s such a thug. Peh susah nak cari!!! (so hard to find.)

While waiting for our queue number, something caught my eye but… I was still searching for the old one. =____=”

Half an hour of try and error later, I FOUND IT!!!!!! Not the original one though. Found a matchy-worthy wallpaper la. Beggars can’t be choosers right?

At night….

Before retiring for the night, I asked my younger brother, “I’m cool. Wanna see something cool??” I pressed the unlock button and my phone lit up in modest glory full with charismatic killing aura that nooooo one (being bias here) can deny his Highness of sexiness.

My brother that seldom agree with my choices and train of thoughts approve my choice. Hah! Who can say no to…



So tell me….

Who’s your Daddy??

Who’s your Sister????

Handsome rabakkk kannn!!!???

Eh? Kakak Bee pon ada?

So I was doing some stuff and went to seek help from everyone’s bestfriend, Google. I asked him to get some picture’s of muslimah in cartoon.

Look what, no, who I found among the long long list




Strangely, she’s not cartoon-ified.



Kakak BKakak Bee!!!

Hahahahaha… InsyaAllah.

Oh turner of hearts, turn our hearts to the right direction.