No wonder you remind me of Sidney Sheldon.

I was reading Angels and Demons the other day when I realized that Dan Brown writes his books with a little Sidney Sheldon in them. It's the way Dan seperated different parts of the plot and the way he brought them together to make a superb narration made me remind of Sidney's writings.If you read books by both the authors you'd probably notice.

Then yesterday, I googled Dan Brown. Surprise, surprise, Dan was reading Sheldon's The Doomsday Conspiracy when he thought that he could write better then him. Now I know where he gets his inspirations from.

Yeah, my totally-has-yet-to-be-proved deduction.

To my girls,

I love you.

Short and succinct.

It's been like, more than 1 month since I last updated this blog, and yet I feel like it's just been like 3 weeks or so. Yeah right.

I spent my winter in Malaysia. I was hot. Really hot. Seriously. No pun intended. I was sweating like a pig and on top of that, I had fever a couple of times. I guess half a year in Perth where everyday is cool alters my body reaction to the weather. But anyway anyhow, I enjoyed it very much.

I didn't get to much time to spend with my Naqib and Syaza, since my parents shipped them off to boarding school (lol) 3, 5 years ago. It was ok though, since I had everyday to fight with Insyirah. I usually wasted half of my energy of the day dealing with her. Tak pe lah, tunggu kau besar.

I made it to tick my 2nd priority box. Thank you for all the time we've spent together. See you guys in, 2 years maybe?

So now I'm back in Perth. It's really windy and gutsy and cool. It's Syu's birthday today. I hope you enjoyed our surprise just now. Happy birthday!

Ok time to sleep now.

I promise to bring you tiramisu the very next day I'm in Malaysia.

Lina, happy birthday hon.

A little bit of Geography at the end of the day is not that bad after a whole day of Histology.

Let me get things straight, because I'm tired of people asking,

"Fairuz, ko dah pergi Melbourne belum?"

My typical answer (and always the same, seriously, the same) is,

"Belum lagi la, jauh lagipun."

Typical follow up question,

"Jauh? Jauh ke? Bukan satu negara ke?"

...

(Eyes rolling like they're going to roll out off my sockets)


So today we're going to look at some Geography people.

This is the map of the world. Click to enlarge please.


Note how big Australia compared to Malaysia and UK/Ireland.


And this is the map of Australia.



Note the location of Perth, Melbourne, Sydney and Queensland.

FACTS

1. Perth is one of the most isolated metropolitan in the whole world.
2. The nearest city to Perth with a population over 1 million is Adelaide in South Australia, which is 2,104 kilometres away.
3. The distance from Perth to Melbourne is 2720km and from Perth to Sydney is 3301km.
4. The normal ticket price to go to Melbourne is around AUD200. That's one way, not return.
5. If I want to enjoy my trip to New Zealand, it's better to have at least AUD2500 in my pocket.


So, Google dulu la lain kali.

Short post.

Writing ambiguously is fun, but not when people can be misled by it.

Things are ALWAYS easier said than done.

Eh kau. Aku tak nak kisah pasal kau la. Betul ni.

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Aku dah cakap aku tak nak kisah pasal kau. Jangan kacau aku la.

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Berapa kali aku nak cakap? Tak faham lagi ke?

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Penat la. Fine. Aku kisah kau.


Puas hati?

The bliss of sleeping. Am I sinned?

It's amusing how the brain can toy with you. One being on how it can create unexpected dreams about your x-crush twice.

I didn't ask for them, but they were nice.

The Tide

There are three girls brooding by the beach
Trying to understand what it means to breathe
the significance of it.

There's Lola
She's biting her lips as the wind caresses her face
She wonders why is it that she keeps suffocating?
Everytime she tries to breathe new air,
She's stuck in the space of the stale one
The weird thing is she likes it
The pleasure, can she ever escape it?
It's the question only she can answer.

And there's Vera
Her legs breaking the waves as she watches the white bubbles disappear
She keeps wondering why life is as fragile
She wants to be strong like she should be
But everytime the waves come,
She helplessly becomes the white bubbles
And she can't help but to hate herself.

Lastly there's Lin,
Cuddling herself, waiting to get warm.
She wonders what she will do when she finally finds love
Will it hurt? Will it burn?
Somehow she doubts that love can be true
When the heart is like the sand on the beach
And she can’t understand how people can ignore this
Is ignorance such a bliss?

They know, before it’s too late,
Before the tide comes in and sweeps them into the ocean
They have to leave the beach,
together with their greys behind.
But where’s the strength?
That they don’t know.


Inspired by The Spill Canvas's The Tide.

The phantom foot.

No matter how you look at it, racism will always be there. There's nothing you can do about it and there's no way of denying it. It's in me, it's in you, it's in everyone. It is just the matter of how you deal with it.

And the same goes to ethnocentrism. There are many, many cultures in this world and they have their own upbringing and general views of life. People of a culture overall share similar expectations in life.

My culture is me. Of course I will think that my culture is better than anyone else's, even at least from a very small aspect.

No darling, racism and ethnocentrism will never disappear, no matter how you look at it.

Don't bother with this post.

It's just plain hard to get over the life I had for 8 years. Not that I'm still holding on to it, (I am very well informed that I am 21 years old and need to live my life as a grown up) but it's never wrong to reminisce and to miss.

Now I KNOW this will be totally generic and lame and you've probably heard this before, but I don't care I just wanna let it out.

Ofia, I miss you waking me up in the morning, I miss you greeting me when I got back to our room with that cheeky voice of yours. I miss hearing your stories, I miss telling you stories. I miss your stories about your sister, Jeje and I miss asking for your help. I miss our silent treatment to each other when something is wrong. I miss explaining my position to you. I miss hearing your jokes, having heart to heart talk with you and I miss you.

Mya, I miss walking to and from the library with you, I miss asking you for new songs, I miss discussing our insecurities. I miss laughing at you for being clumsy, even though you're not really that clumsy. I miss getting your sharp retorts sometimes getting too sensitive about it, I miss having you getting moody and quiet and then later you're back to your normal self. I just miss you.

Ainna, I miss going to your house with no purpose (like i have to have a purpose to go to your house). I miss talking to you. I miss us having fights and arguments. I miss you making me feel guilty for being a crappy and lousy friend. I miss trying to persuade you into watching anime, I miss you telling me your melodramatic problems and midlife crisis, I miss telling you my embarrassing and painful secrets and most of all, I miss you.

Jannah, I miss going to your room, I miss sleeping on your bed, even though you are not there, I miss asking you to wake me up at night so that I could stay awake to study. I miss telling you my stories, I miss trying really hard to persuade you to tell me your secrets, I miss you finally giving in to me by telling the secrets, I miss hearing you laughing, I miss you finishing up my food stock, I miss you borrowing my tudungs and making them temporarily yours. I miss you.

Lipe, I miss playing spelling chicken with you, I miss seeing you making Kame's mouth, I miss getting excited with Kat-tun and News with you. I miss watching Music Station with you. I miss you giving back massage to me. I miss going to your room to do NOTHING at all, and ending up sleeping on your bed. I miss studying on your crowded bed, I miss having your optimistic and happy aura around. I miss eating eel sushi with you and I miss you.

Lina, I miss hugging you very much, I miss crying at you when my heart is in pain, I miss telling you my problems and you giving me your feedback, I miss your ramblings and talks because you just love to talk, I miss cuddling up in your bed because it is so warm. I miss our jokes together, I miss getting fed up with you when you are being difficult, I miss having to hear your sometimes repeated stories. I just miss having you around.

The thing about good friends is that no matter what you do, they just accept you the way you are. They don't judge you, because they know you. Even if you've do something wrong, they'd forgive you because they love you. They do things for you just because they care about you, they don't ask for anything in return. I miss all that. I don't think I'll get that anywhere else now.

It's stuck in my head I can't help it.

Marriage. Hmm. (Goosebumps and shivers)

I'm hearing lots of marriage plans nowadays. I am happy for my friends who already have their ideas and plans and determinations to face Tok Kadi, but that doesn't overshadow the fact that when putting it in my context, I am totally chickened out by the M word. I never realized this before; not until a few months ago.

The whole idea of marriage freaks me out. Well, at least for right now. It makes me cringe everytime, imagining that I'll be stuck with that one person for the rest of my life. I couldn't even stop myself from making a face when I tried to imagine myself having this person called my husband in my life. It obviously goes down to the fact that I am sooo not ready for this kind of thing yet.

I think I'm gonna join the umur-40tahun-baru-bagi-kad-kahwin-dekat-orang group. Great, very impulsive.

No offense, people. (At least to those who are getting married and are planning to get married.)

Thank you.

It's amazing how a small, simple gesture can make a big difference in life. It makes a gloomy day seems a little bit brighter.

Banyak kali dah kena ni.

Ada orang cakap, kalau ada blog, elokla tulis benda yang ada substance, ada makna, tunjuk maturity. Barula nampak deep. Buat apa tulis pasal emotions and what makes you sad or what makes you happy, sebab orang tak nak baca. Bende common, kononnya. Setakat tulis 2, 3 perkataan dalam satu post buat apa. Cubalah tunjuk yang kita ni dah besar, ada fikirkan benda lain, taklah nampak hollow and typical. Tulis pendapat pasal isu semasa ke, political reviews ke, something phylosophical ke, baru la seronok baca.

Well, you know what, I don't care. I'm going to continue to write what I want and I'm not going to comment on what people write on their blog, because it's purely their choice. It's their way of living their life. People can write whatever they want on their blogs. One thing, when you read a post of someone whining about her crush or maybe how he was being so mad because he tripped over a stone, don't immediately judge. If you think that these people are hollow or have nothing to write about or are narrow minded, I think it is you who are narrow minded. You don't except variety.

Oh, and I don't care that my posts don't have lots of people commenting on them. And I don’t keep track of how many people read my blog. Sorry.

Pink is cute. Pigs are not.

Picture courtesy of Marie Li.

I know I will never say I miss Monday piggy labs anywhen for as long as I live.

I have these words to describe my 3 hours of Monday mornings; overwhelming, holding a fetus pig for the first time, formalin, eyes irritated, splashes of stomach fluids on my face and my eyes, sagging testes, allantoic bladder, lovely smell, cracking skulls, taking the brain out, soil, Taharah soap, samak, explaining to labmates, recognition of similar structures and patterns in vertebrates and blablabla, last lab, thank god.

Oh, by the way, you can get cysticercosis if you eat undercooked bacon.

Of events at Rottnest, open criticisms and random remarks

No matter what you do
No matter what remark you give us
No matter what you say
We are what we are
We are beautiful
We are truth.


May we remain faithful.