Archive for November, 2012

29 November, 2012

Hereby Presents: The Whimperer and The Sleepless Nights


Third semester of college is unbearably tuckering. If I’m to whine I’d probably do it in endless manner I could burst myself in tears. Yeah, it’s indeed THAT tuckering :'(

I often whine to some particular people, yet it only reminds the weak-self of me that made me quarrel with somebody back then. Not to mention that the current individuals I whine to are either (a) occurring the similar situation as I am, or (b) undermine this matter and give me that impudent-lecture-of-how-I-oversee-simple-things-which-ain’t-necessary.

What do they do in result? (a) We end up whining and sobbing all over, pitying our own difficult situations which is quite relieving yet gives no significance in soothing the mood to work on it, or (b) makes me go “dammit, you know nothing about me nor my situation and you worth nothing but a good bye with a middle finger sneakily pointed at.”

Yeah. I hate it when people look down on the way I do things my way. No, I’m not saying that I’m the utmost correct about everything. I ain’t a stubborn who’ll keep hitting my head to the wall when I know it’s painful and somebody pulls my head to their embrace instead. It’s just the way I want to do things carefully, systematically, and well-planned/prepared in order to reach the maximum result. I want things to be perfect; and that’s why I sometimes over-think things and oversee simple matters.

However, I know whining won’t get my tasks done alone. But according to my personally tailored mind fabric called experiences, whining does a favor. I won’t see whining as a hyperbolic action to exaggerate certain feelings, but more of a way to express emotions. Isn’t it normal and common to smile when you’re happy? To cry when you’re sad? To laugh when you’re tickled of something funny? To yell when you’re mad at someone? Thus it’s just normal if you whine when you have lots of things in mind that need to be done in short amount of time, when you keep going to campus with bleary eyes because you’re lack of sleeping, when you find your group-mates ain’t obeying the deadlines, and simply when you’re tired. Expressing emotions is a relieve, at least it gives a slight sense of burden-easing, and that’s what keeps me going in killing the works.

Well, some people might see it the other way round, and I can’t be more careless to that.

Anyways, this is another night that I need to get through with widely awake eyes. Final exams are coming in less than two weeks, and I can’t (not) thank my lecturers more for giving us such a laden of assignments we need to clean up before :’)


This is a process. A process hopefully worth something fruitful in the end.

28 November, 2012

How I wish it were so…

26 November, 2012

Re-Likability Level: Less Than 1 Hour

04.56 pm | A: hanif ga bales sms :(
05.05 pm | H: karena gak suka kamu week :p
05.12 pm | A: ….. :'(
05.50 pm | H: fine. I like you again.

26 November, 2012

After All These Times… She Was Right

Arra : Mba aya tuh mirip olive oil yah
Aya & Rafiq : ….
Aya : Olive oil??
Arra : Err.. iya kan? Olive oiiil
Aya : Kok olive oil siiih
Arra : Itu lhooo cewenya Popeeeyee
Aya : Tapi tapi olive oil kan minyaaak
Arra : Aah ya pokoknya itu, ga tau gimana tulisannya pokonya olive nya popeeeye

Around one or two weeks after, together we typed “olive popeye” in google’s search tab.
And here’s the result…..


26 November, 2012

Bye-Bye Bikini

Well, not that I ever plan to though, but still, it tickles me to think of wearing it :p

Anyways, that was the response coming from Hanif when he visited me in the hospital after the surgery. Yes, I had an appendix surgery in late September this year — I know, I know, it’s been two months from that day yet I had no time writing the story, so, yea~

The situation was kinda bad by the way. I’d been feeling the pain for quite a while, yet I (and my family) ignored it, until came the day when I groaned and whimpered all day since the pain was unbearably. After 3 days of check-ups and such, the doctor said it needed to be surged, and we agreed. It was told at 11 am, and the surgery was going to be at 1 pm. Boo-yaah!

In short, I gotta stay in the hospital for several days, plus I couldn’t drink nor eat until I fart. And this is the more suffering part: I did not eat anything for more than 60 hours. As much as I cried and begged to the nurses they still didn’t allow me, but hey, like you don’t know me; I rebel. And so did I, hahahahahahahaha I ate a piece of banana when my mom was asleep and the nurse had just changed my IV pack hahahahhahahaha thank God my colon was functioning already or else……. hahahahah thank God I survived!

Days in hospital were air-cond-less and boring. I could only lay in bed, moved a bit, learned to sit, stand up, and such, but couldn’t really do much. But happy happy happily some of my friends came to visit! I only let my close friends know the situation and they all came! Ttthaaank youuu I owe you guys much, really :’>

Now here comes the sad part: the scar. I think every surgery leaves scars, and mine is no exception, even though I’m living in this 21st century. However, mine wasn’t stitched — like I feared it to be, but it was glued, so the scar is only a simple line in 5,5cm length. My mom bought me a med, a cream that I have to apply to the scar to prevent it from swelling, and it somehow succeeded but the mark’s not gone at all…..

So here I am, in my 19 years old, now living with a bold scar on around my tummy, and I can’t wear bikini!

— eh, I can, but not as hot Hanif said :’p